P A R A S Y T E [A Samurai's Story]

Masataka's eyes widen as he is stabbed through the stomach... blood spills out his lip as he coughs...Yashiro ran as fast as his mortal legs could muster..."YOOOUU...MONSTER" he says as he punches the demon off Masataka feeling his hand fracture but he didn't care....the demons head snaps back.. but Yashiro grabs his brother.. and moves to the far side of the field .."You ok....o god.. your wounded" he says
Masataka smiles...as Yashiro examines him..."Good you'll live he didn't hit your vitals" he says as his brother smiles..."You would make a good doctor bro.. but run.. he's...hes coming" masataka musters but Yashiro grabs up his blade.. and charges at what was once Yaburo

The demons lets out a terrifying shriek but at the moment Yashiro was fearless.. as he drives the blade into its chests but the tip of the blade breaks.. surprising Yashiro.. as he feels a rib cracking knee to the stomach as he gasps in pain..."NO... i won't fail" he says as he keeps himself up and goes into a spin for a killing strike.. it was unbalanced but also off guard... it was impossible to see the slash but everything goes black as the blade is caught... by the demon and snapped in half... then a thunderous fist.. and Yashiro's world goes black feeling his skull break... "Masataka...." he thinks as all light vanishes.

Yashiro wakes to see.. Masataka over him..."Li.. lil brother" he reaches up...
"it...gaahh its ok.....ga... he.. he ran off" he says and Yashiro gives a weak smile happy but then .. he notices Masataka's chest caving in... blood pouring out .. like a waterfall into a river..."im...im happy..i ...got to see you wake...brother" he says as the life fades
Yashiro is in shock.. his body is stiff... he can't cry, can't scream but in his soul... his world crumbles from the force of his internal roar of pain.
(Back)

"Thats the last time i saw... him...." he says... "I avenged him though...but the journey to do that....wasn't... easy" he says as he flashes to a memory of him screaming in agony... but he doesn't get into it

Yasu gives Yashiro a weak smile, one that was filled with empathy. She knew how Yashiro felt. And it reminded her fully of when her mother and father were killed before her. It was even more heart-breaking, though, to think that it was her father who had killed. . . a couple once so loving towards one another, instantly turned opposite as the infection kicked in. It was a painful experience for Yasu. Causes a void to form in the heart. And the only way it seems to be able to be filled is through revenge.

After a moment, Yasu crawls forward slightly and then sits up on her knees and wraps her arms around Yashiro, grasping him tightly in a hug. “We won’t allow any more loved ones die. No more people shall suffer. Parasyte is coming to an end. And that’s final.”

Yashiro pulls her in tight his body warming hers...."thank you...I never had anyone show me empathy...Masanori will kill me but..." he gets quiet...and gives her a soft kiss...

He pulls away...."sorry just in case we die I wanted to get one kiss...who knows if I'll find love" he says going to his bed...

" are u in love with Masanori?" He asked

(Kiss meant nothing just in the moment)

Yasu’s face had exploded red, and she curls up on her mat, holding her breath. She then stutters to respond, but manages to say, “I-I. . . I-I don’t know. . . he’s. . .” She settles down and closes her eyes, “He sees me as his little sister. . . always has, always will. . . so yeah, I guess I love him like a brother~” With that, Yasu drifts off to sleep after mumbling with a chuckle, “An idiot brother.”

Masanori, having not been asleep at all, but having faked it the entire time. . . lightly smiles to himself. Though, when he thinks about Yashiro kissing Yasu, he forces himself to not stand up and beat Yashiro to a pulp. After a moment of silently raging to himself, Masanori, too, allows himself to finally sleep.



Morning sunlight filters through the open window.

But, that is not what wakes Masanori.

Instead, the sound of screaming does. Quickly following the shrill outcry is what could be an explosion. If not, then it was close enough. Swiftly, Masanori kicks himself up to his feet and goes to the window. He peers outside, seeing smoke in the distance. It most definitely did not seem promising. Suddenly, a swarm of citizens rush by, and flow towards the gates.

They’re leaving. . .

Yasu is at Masanori’s side, and she wonders aloud, “What’s going on?”

Masanori shakes his head, and gathers his things. “I don’t know, but I’m going to go check.”

“I’m coming with.” Yasu nods as she fixes her hair.

"If there is fire then I can treat burned victims..." he says with just pants on and grabs his backpack with no shirt or shoes on he jumps out the window and dashes forward....it's pretty amazing that he can run through a mob of people without decreasing his speed...he didn't seem ghost like more like a flame flickering and bending to avoid human touch....there was a lot of heat in the atmosphere.....Yashiro's speed seemed to steadily increase.

"If only I had this speed back then" he thought as he flipped over a villager and kept running when his feet hit the ground

(Old man) "mastering this technique takes dedication Yashiro....use the fire...let it fuel your soul your rage, your anger, your heart, and body.....to move like a roaring fire....become the flame" the old man said

Yashiro remembered the old man who taught him..."ignition level 1...yet still not on his level" he thinks as Masanori blazes past him...the wind causes a weak tree to topple over before Yashiroa
"Oh come on" he says using his body staff to shatter the tree

Masanori speeds past Yashiro, with Yasu following several feet behind. She glances back, making sure that Yashiro was still following. The last thing they needed was for their doctor to get left behind. And Yasu had a gut feeling that he would be needed. She falls back slightly to run beside Yashiro.

Already, Masanori has his hand on the hilt of his katana, and eyes partially opened.

“Woah. . .” Yasu’s voice drifts forward, and Masanori glances back to look her. He then slows down to a stop upon noticing what she was talking about.

Buildings were burnt to the ground, and wisps of smoke still rose from dying flames. But, ash and debris wasn’t all that created a trail. Blood was splattered about, as though some artist had grown horribly bored and decided to toss red paints left and right. Satisfaction must not have come early, though. There was too much of the color, and it was sickening.

Masanori continues on his way, though Yasu stood her ground and stared at the scene for a moment. She shakes her head, closes her eyes, and then returns to following Masanori.

And the farther they move through the village. . . the worse the destruction becomes.

“Over there!” Yasu points out, in which Masanori seems to pick up the pace.

He unsheathes his blade, his heart racing. It throbbed painfully in his chest, his brows knitting together.

Yasu stares warily at Masanori’s back. There was something wrong with him.

But what?

This was just another infected. . . so why was he acting this way?

Yasu couldn’t keep up with Masanori as he dashes forward. But she knew where he was. She had seen the figure in the distance, it’s blood red eyes glowing within plumes of darkness.

When Yasu finally catches up with Masanori, she sees that he is standing still. As though frozen. But he’s staring at something. Blinking, Yasu looks from Masanori to the direction his attention is in. And what Yasu sees instantly surprises her.

The Parasyte victim is a bulky man, though clearly within his early 50s. He has gray hair, and a moustache to match. He wears formal attire, just as the rest of the village does, though his is tattered. But, he tosses aside a young woman. And the first word that comes to Yasu’s mind is: Beautiful.



Though she was of a smaller size, and is battered and bruised, Yasu could see a fire within the girl’s eyes. There was a light to her, one that Yasu almost didn’t. . . understand.

And Yasu and Masanori watch as the young woman struggles to her feet and throws herself at the infected once more. He barely moves, yet the damage seemed heavy as he cries out. Then, a rock comes flying out of nowhere, and drills into the side of his face.

Growling, he chucks the injured woman aside, and snaps his head towards a little boy. The child holds several rocks within his quivering hands, his expression confident and daunting. The infected makes his way towards the child, and clutches tightly onto a ragged katana. The weapon seemed nearly as worn out as the man who wields it, clearly having been through many battles.

But, before he could stab the child, the woman had lunged and wrapped her arms protectively around the child. A human shield, the blade pierces through the back of her shoulder.



And it scared Yasu.

And by the look on Masanori's face. . . he was just as stunned.

Masanori, coming to his senses, blinks and then charges towards the infected man. The infected removes the blade from the woman, and blocks Masanori’s attempt at a strike. Blades colliding, the two seem to be on equal grounds. Yet, the power that pours from the infected seemed to increase, and he flicks his blade. Masanori is sent backwards, but he catches himself in the air and lands on his feet, instantly dashing forward once more to give another strike.

Yasu didn’t stop to watch Masanori fight the infected, and instead rushes over to the woman. She kneels beside her, and her eyes widen. Being this close, Yasu could see every little cut that the woman has. Every droplet of blood. And she was caked in the liquid.

Yet, the woman whispered caring and concerned words to the child, as if oblivious to her own wounds. His only responses are quick and single nods. She then hugs the boy in a soothing manner, and then says something to him. After a moment, the boy reluctantly pulls away from the woman and speeds away, his short legs carrying him farther than possible due to the woman’s kind words.

As the child was out of view, the woman lightly smiles at Yasu, and then begins to fall onto her side. Gasping, Yasu moves to catch her, and then calls out, “Yashiro! YASHIRO GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE! SHE NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION!”

With very little strength left, the woman pushes away from Yasu, shaking her head. “N-no. I’m fine. I-I need to. . . I need to help my father. . .” Her voice is soft, and soothing to the ears.

“Well where is he?” Yasu asks, frowning.

She realizes the woman is staring at someone, and looks over her shoulder.

The infected.

Masanori clashes blades with the infected once more. There was something different about this one. Masanori knew it wasn’t because of the man’s age. But, it was as though the infected was worn out already. Yet, the only person who seemed to have been fighting him was that young woman.

Masanori goes to kick the infected away, but he swipes his blade away and down on Masanori’s leg. Surprised by such a fluid motion, Masanori barely gets his leg away in time, and quickly back steps away. He looks down to see his pant leg tear, and a cut form across his shin.

This was an experienced warrior that he’s facing.

A shogun.

The infected produces a guttural roar and goes to strike Masanori once more. Yet, Masanori manages to avoid the strike by twisting his body away from the blade, and then uses his own to slice at the infected’s side. Screeching, the man staggers to the side. Masanori couldn’t waste a second. He had to finish this.

Getting his other hand on the hilt, Masanori goes in for the finishing strike just as the infected turns its body towards him.

Off guard.

Exhausted.

And about to die.

“STOOOOP!” Though the voice was cracking and weak, it was enough to make Masanori freeze. The tip of his blade rests centimeters away from the infected’s chest. Masanori turns his head to look at the young woman in confusion, but he is then swatted away by the infected.

Masanori is sent hurdling into the air, and he lands on the ground with a thud. His katana clanks to the floor several feet away.

He gets to his hands and knees, shaking his head as his vision returns to normal.

When it does, he looks to see the infected nearing him, a twisted smile forming on the man’s face.

Yet, the voice sounds out once more, “STOP! PAPA! PLEASE!”

The unbelievable happens, and Masanori’s eyes open and widen to twice their size.

The infected comes to a sudden halt, and then whispers in a distant voice, “Hono. . . ka.”

She limps forward, one of her hands cupped over the shoulder wound, and her other arm dead at her side. Her hazy eyes rest on Masanori’s sword, and she slowly bends over to pick it up. It was painful for Yasu to just watch the woman move. Every step seemed to cause more of her life to escape.

The infected had turned away from Masanori to stare at the young woman. Her chest heaving with every breath, she takes one more step, closes her eyes, and then holds the blade out. When she opens her eyes, the tears spill down her face.

She had stabbed him through. The starting point being the infected’s heart, and running out his back. Her hands trembled, and then her entire body. She was shaking uncontrollably.

And all Masanori and Yasu could do. . . is watch. .

The old man’s eyes fade to a glazed over gray, and a bloodied smile forms on his quivering lips. His own tears breaking through, he holds a hand out to remove a strand of hair from the young woman’s face.

“Ho. . . no. . .ka. . .” He coughs, the smile not faltering for a second. “I am. . . so proud of you. . .”

Her waterworks fall even harder, and she gives a slight shake of her head.

“Please don’t forget. . . that. . . I love you.” His voice dies off with a dragged out exhalation. His hand slips away from her face, and his body falls limp on the blade.

Honoka sobs out the words: “I love you, too, papa.”

She pulls the sword out, and her father collapses onto his side. She becomes still for a moment, her tears still plummeting to the floor as she bows her head.

Then, after a minute, she drops to her knees, and then onto her side. . . losing consciousness.

Her eyes flutter open, and the world was a blur of colors around her. When everything comes into focus, she realizes that she’s in a building, one that is filled with warming afternoon sunlight. It tickles against her soft, porcelain, skin. She is on a floor mat, covered with a blanket. Yet, she finds it difficult to move anything but her head.

Yet, she could feel that the only other covering are bandages and wrappings. When she tilts her head to the side, she sees her kimono draped over a chair. Her face burns slightly at the thought of being practically nude. Especially seeing as she doesn't know where she is.

She blinks, and then closes her eyes. The memories made every attempt to surface, but she forces them back.

But the scent of smoke still lingered.

“Ah~ You’re awake. Excellent.” Someone says from nearby. She cranes her head back, and looks to see a familiar man. His eyes are shut, and a tight-lipped smile is on his face. "Honoka, right?" He wonders aloud. She gives a half nod.

The man who had been fighting. . . fighting her. . . father. . .



“Had us worried for a second.” Masanori tells her as he stands in the doorway. "You were out for a while."

He could tell that she wasn’t going to speak much, if at all. It was all clear in her eyes.

After she had passed out, Yasu had been quick to order Yashiro around, telling him to take care of her. But, the destroyed village was not the perfect place for that. So, the group had ventured outside of the village, and found an abandoned home several miles out. The young woman’s condition had been worsening, though. Yet, as soon as they got situated in the building, Yashiro seemed to know what to do. . . and Masanori and Yasu let him get to work.

And now here she is, awake and looking much better than before. Though, blood had seeped through her bandages.

With a quiet chuckle, Masanori says, “I’m going to let Yashiro change those bandages and check on your wounds, and then you and Yasu can go to the nearby hot springs so you can get cleaned up.” He then gives a slight bow before leaving.



Yasu is sitting outside of the building with Yashiro. Masanori had gone inside to check on that young woman. She was definitely something. Yasu couldn’t help but feel jealous. . . envious. . . of how the woman had handled the entire situation. The way she took every blow without so much as screaming. And then finished it all by killing her very own father.

It was amazing, and even Masanori had said so.

Yasu looks away from Yashiro, in mid-sentence, and watches as Masanori walks up to them. He smiles at Yashiro and nods, “She’s awake.”

“What’s he gonna do?” Yasu asks, curious. She was actually quite curious about the whole medicine thing. Fascinated.

“He needs to make sure nothing is wrong with her injuries, and change those bandages. They’re all gross and bloody, and starting to smell.” Masanori scrunches his nose, and waves his fan in front of his face.

“Alright. Well. Cool.” Yasu replies with a shrug. She then says to Yashiro, “Don’t be a pervert. That girl has been scarred enough as it is. And she seems nice.”

Masanori chuckles at this as he sits beside Yasu, and the two start talking.

"You think that little of me that I would act that way towards that woman who was practically on her death bed..." he said in a serious tone what Honoka had done touched him....even he couldn't stop the infected that killed his brother....she took such punishing blows and remained conscious

Yashiro walked into the building seeing honoka...."Evening I am Yashiro Ryusai a traveling doctor ...I'm just going to check on your wounds..." he says removing the cover....

"Not bad... your wounds will heal....you need to be stitched up" he says removing some bandages and grabbing a needle and thread and began to sew up open wounds...his body heat sterilized the needle....and he kept at it with the finest precision as if he could zoom in with his eyes....

When he finished he put some oil on his fingers...."this will burn a little ..." he says as he snaps causing a small flame to flicker on his finger as he moves along her wounds to burn any infection.....

"By the way what you did was the most courageous act I ever did see" he says as he continued to burn her slightly

This was the first time Honoka could say she was being checked on by a doctor. She wished she could have like her mother had once, for illness. But no, Honoka's is because of wounds caused by her father.

She had watched him work, wondering how his fingers could move so nimbly. But she couldn’t bring herself to look at anything but his hands. And she concentrated on them for the longest time, her eyes sparking in awe as he caused a flame. She could feel his body heat practically radiating, and it was nice. Honoka actually felt much more comfortable than she had before.

Honoka continues to remain silent, though she winced as the flame came into contact with her skin. Her thoughts were racing too quickly for her to keep up. Everything that had happened, what she had done. It was all swarming in, like poisonous insects buzzing around her skull. Both annoying and frightening.

She then looks at Yashiro once more, this time her eyes gazing directly into his. After a moment, she breaks the eye contact and looks down as she softly whispers, “Thank you. . .”

That was all Honoka could pull out at this point. Everything else she choked down with the tears that had started to brim her eyes. Not because she was being burned.

No, the physical pain was nothing compared to the mental.

And as an image of her dead father flashes before her eyes, Honoka could feel several teardrops make their way down her cheeks.

"Don't cry please you'll be ok...I'm sorry about what happened but if anything all of us know what it's like to lose someone to the parasyte..." he says extinguishing the flame instantly he didn't blow it out or anything just one minute it's there and a second later its gone....

"If anything your story is like Yasu....infected parent the difference is that Masanori saved her...while you saved yourself

He carefully put new bandages on her body...as he rubbed ointment on the wounds and bruises

Honoka sniffles as she says, “Even if I’ll be okay, m-my father will still be dead. Wh-what if there was another way? What i-if I could have saved him? But I did the first thing I could think of. . .”

She then shakes her head, and cups her hands over her face. She takes in a quivering breath, her body shaking for a moment. Honoka knew she would have to change the subject. She needed to talk about something else. It was much too soon to think about what had happened.

“Thank you again. . . for. . . this.” She eyes the bandages, and then looks at Yashiro again. “You are very kind.” She gives him a gentle smile.

"Kind I'm anything but kind....I'm a perverted former samurai and killer who lost his brother to the parasyte who hopes that the art of healing will redeem mine and my brothers soul" he says

Honoka lightly laughs at this. It pained her to do so, but she manages to turn her body so she is facing him, sitting on her knees. She stares directly into his eyes as she rests a hand on his cheek, “You’re much too harsh on yourself. Please don’t be.” Her voice is quiet, yet still had a powerful quality to it.

“I can clearly see it all in your eyes.” Her gentle smile returns. “You are a great man Yashiro. With an ever greater heart.” She moves her hand away from his face, and then she grasps him in a hug. She was still, weak, though, and her arms hung around him loosely.

But a part of Honoka almost didn’t want to move away. The comfort she felt only increased the closer she was to him.

"Get some rest ... i appreciate the positive and kind words but we all have our demons and no one can cast them out for us" he says

He gently pushes her away from him..."you don't want to agitate your wounds" he says getting up.... He wondered what Masanori and Yasu were doing.... he had a simple shirt on that was stained with blood... he removed it and put on a robe.

"We can talk some more after you get some rest... for the moment i think i'll go to the village and help with the clean up... a lot of people are still probably injured and there could be other fires, fire doesn't really harm me that much so i think i should go help" he says looking away from her as looking into her eyes made him want to stay with her for all eternity

Honoka nods, her eyes lowering as she lays down. She rolls onto her side, facing away from Yashiro and closing her eyes. She was almost afraid to sleep, but yet somehow managed to drift away after whispering to herself, "We all have our demons. . ."



Meanwhile, Masanori and Yasu were both on the ground in the village – having been previously helping out; but now Masanori has Yasu pinned down. To anyone who hadn’t been around, it could have looked different. And some of the villagers had strayed away from their jobs to watch the two.

His brows knitted together and a rage welling up inside, Masanori starts to pry Yasu’s mouth open. “Give them back! I had them first!”

She slaps his hands away and then punches him in the face. Scrambling to her feet, Yasu flashes Masanori a grin, and then swallows.

“Those were my berries!” Masanori wails as he gets to his feet, his stomach growling loudly.

The villagers got a good laugh, and they return to cleaning up. It was nice to laugh, and several thanked Masanori and Yasu. . . though Masanori was still visibly upset.

The sky was beginning to darken, and a crescent moon has overpowered a sun. Yasu and Masanori return to the building, both of them dirty. Between the ash and debris, the two are a mess. Not only that, but they argued the entire way to the home, Masanori still angry about the berries.

But they had helped out a lot with the village over the past few hours, especially Yashiro – as he had taken care of many of the injured.

Masanori and Yasu fall silent as they walk into the building, and see Honoka sitting up. They look, almost captivated. The stream of moonlight seems to fall perfectly on Honoka as she gazes down at something in her hands. A firefly.

Masanori clears his throat before saying, “Honoka, are you feeling well enough for the hot springs?”

“I’m so ready for the hot springs!” Yasu exclaims, some of the dirt flying off her.

“Wasn’t talking to you.” Masanori mumbles, in which Honoka quietly giggles.

Honoka nods, “Yeah, sounds nice.”

“We got you these to change into, seeing as your clothes are destroyed. We had asked one of the villagers if they knew where you lived. . . and some things still remained intact.” Yasu says as she sets a folded kimono down at Honoka’s side.

“Thank you.” Honoka nods as she slides a hand smoothly over the clothing.

It’s her mother’s beautiful pink kimono, something she had kept away. Honoka had never planned on wearing it, but it almost seemed right to now. Smiling to herself, Honoka takes in a quiet breath.

“Need help getting up?” Yasu offers her hand.

Honoka shakes her head. “No thank you.” She quietly replies, and slowly gets up. She nearly falls over, but remains grounded and smiles once more.

Masanori was impressed. With how much blood she had lost, and all of the damage she had taken, he wasn’t sure if it was Yashiro’s skill or the girl’s spirit that allowed her to already move.

He then watches as Yasu leads Honoka away from the house, and to the hot springs – which are several yards away from the building. When they’re gone, Masanori sits down on the chair, and begins to think.

Yashiro was already in the springs his arms at the edge his head tilted back....he was relaxing but it seems as if he was at home....he stands eyes closed water seems to dance over his muscular frame....the water was evaporating off of him before it returned to the springs

Deep red scars can be seen on him....they weren't ordinary cuts they were wounds that scared even his bones.

Yashiro looks up at the moonlight....he sighed as the moon caught him in its spell....he just remained like that for a while his mind racing

Yasu and Honoka had settled into the hot springs, which are on the other side of the ones Yashiro is at. The only barrier between them, though, were several boulders. So, it was clear to Yasu that whoever the home had once belonged to, they made sure to separate themselves – whether it was gender wise or for some other reason.

Fireflies floated about, as though they were lost stars. And Honoka holds her hand out, allowing several to land on her palm.

“This feels incredible.” Yasu sighs in satisfaction, a smile on her face as she sinks lower into the steaming waters.

Honoka just sits quietly, giving a partial nod. There was already a slight blush on her cheeks. She wasn’t used to being like this in front of others.

“Hey, Honoka.” Yasu says as she looks at her.

“Y-yeah?” Honoka stutters in question.

“I saw you hugging Yashiro.” Yasu responds.

Honoka could feel her blush intensify.

“Don’t trust him!” Yasu rises out of the water and points at Honoka. “You are such a sweet and adorable girl! And he is the biggest pervert on this planet! IF NOT UNIVERSE!”

Startled, Honoka yelps and jumps. She blinks, her eyelashes batting together rapidly as she struggles to find words, especially seeing as Yasu was standing there with hands on her hips.

“Please sit down.” Honoka whispers.

“HEED MY WARNING.” Yasu states as she lowers into the water once more. She then tilts her head back to gaze behind her and shout, “I hope you heard all of that Yashiro!”

"Could you please stop?" Honoka asks, her voice slightly louder than before. ". . .Just leave him be."

Yasu looks at Honoka with an arched brow, startled that Honoka had spoken back in such a way. She shakes her head and laughs before sinking into the water. Honoka gasps as Yasu pops up beside her.

"You've got a pretty cute chest~" Yasu gives a devious grin as she cups her hands over Honoka's chest.

Honoka lets out a quiet cry, freezing as her face bursts red. "Y-Yasu. Stop!"

"Come on just let me compare." Yasu replies with a chuckle.

"Yasu. I said stop." Honoka stutters, trying to move away. But, Yasu keeps her grip on Honoka's breasts and stops her from moving away.

And Honoka does the first thing that comes to mind, and gasps, "Yashiro! Help!" She closes her eyes. "P-please!"

Yashiro leaps over the boulders....

"Is everything o....." he begins to say as he noticed both of them are naked....

"Ahhh...(he shuts his eyes)...umm is everything ok Honoka I apologise to the both of you". He says thinking of other things so he doesn't get aroused

“Everything’s fine!” Yasu snaps at Yashiro, her brows instantly knitting together. “I’m just trying to compare mine and Honoka’s chest size. So you can go and get your naked ass out of here! Right Honoka? You called him over on accident. Everything is fine.”

Yasu looks at her, confused at first, and then scared, “Honoka?” She hangs limp in Yasu's grasp.

She gives Honoka a light shake, but still nothing happens. “Uh oh. I think I killed her.”

Yashiro runs up to Honoka..."Honoka you ok...Honoka" he says checking her pulse....

"She's fine...just shy...she seemed to freeze up from a naked woman groping her...." he says

He stands seeing Yasu large chest and then Honoka...he couldn't help but have a reaction....and try to cover it up...his body heat rose with his erection...he tried to hide it..."lord this is what I mean...please no more comparison" he says backing away slowly keeping his towel up

Yasu’s menacing grin spreads from ear to ear as she sees Yashiro’s reaction. She gives a dark chuckle under her breath, an evil aura looming heavily around her. Yasu gets up and steps out of the hot springs. She begins walking away, with Honoka, and then trips over a rock. She struggles to remain balanced, but falls back and into the water, releasing Honoka.

Honoka goes flying up and into the air, still unconscious.

“Oh dear. Look at what I’ve done~ I'm so clumsy.” Yasu gasps, only her head out of the water as she watches Honoka starting to come down. But, not down in the water. . . instead over the solid ground.



Meanwhile, Masanori is sound asleep, curled up on the floor and snoring loudly. A stray dog had wandered up to him, and is resting at his side. The two dream of all you can eat buffets, causing them to drool. Then, in his sleep, Masanori begins to gnaw on the dog’s leg, and in turn the dog gnaws on Masanori’s arm.

Yashiro runs and catches her in his arms

"Yasu...don't play like that...I'm sure Masanori wouldn't be cool with this...what am I saying he'll kill me for being naked with u in the hot springs...ahhh..anyway let's bring Honoka inside" he says

His focus was her well being...but he couldn't help but look at the two women....Yasu was athletic with a phenomenal body...surprised she could move with such large breast and Honoka was a delicate beauty it was as if he was holding the most beautiful bouquet of flowers

A beauty and the beast scenario her beauty and his scared body

The night air was crisp and cold against Honoka’s skin. Honoka lets out a sharp breath as she presses herself closer to Yashiro, taking in his heat. She was still out of it, but at this point it was just her being asleep. She was exhausted, thanks to everything that had happened today. And Yasu didn’t help, at all.

“I bet you 50 dumplings he’s probably asleep.” Yasu remarks, her hands on her hips as she starts to lead the way back to the building. Humming to herself, she slides the door open, and grins at the sight of a snoring Masanori. But, her expression becomes more confused at the sight of the dog. . . and as Masanori and the dog were practically chowing on one another.

"Yea you were right he's asleep" Yashiro says putting Honoka down

He looked at her as he had her wrapped in her robe. He turns to Masanori..."Yasu any idea where this dog came from....wonder if it's a ninja dog that would be cool." He says imagining the dog with a blade in its mouth cutting down infected

"Its settled this dog is coming with us....what you think....and about Honoka I don't know if she can benefit this group of ours but when we get to leaving this place I don't think we should leave her behind... you know I mean what does she have" he asked

(What'd I say? If you don't have time to post, then just come back later and do it. I'm not accepting that. *shakes head*)