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Hi ❤️💜❤️💜

2023 is ending and it's almost time to greet 2024!

For me, it will be a chance to make changes, I suppose, since two biggest works (Koi Fish and Prince Charming) are completed (ok, kind of 😅). That makes me think about working with something new maybe and trying to deal with mental health issues... I had so much fun writing those fanfics, but it's high time to make something bit bigger.

It's kind like with Kaoru and Hanabi in my "I want to be Your Koi Fish" book 2, when they started new part of their lives with the New Year... If I'll be strong enough "to deliver" new work and health life? Guess I'll try, nothing to lose...

Hope You all had fun with late year and will have with the new one ❤️💜❤️💜

Wish You good health - physical, mental and emotional. With that You'll be able to reach almost everything You desire ❤️💜❤️💜

Love You all and Happy New Year, guys!!!!

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I want to be Your Koi Fish - Nine Tails

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>38<

"I will never compare my wife to other woman, because other woman didn't pay the high toll for bearing my children"

How is that... NOW?! He didn't contemplate some "goodbye" or "I leave the rest to you." He shot out of the chair and the conference room, followed by Kizaki, hastily pulling the keys from his pocket. He didn't even want to imagine what she was going through. Judging from her voice, the pain was excruciating, stabbing, and sudden. He was impatient, and the traffic on the road didn't make it any easier. Fortunately, the streets were relatively passable, and his second-in-command made creative use of side streets to get there as quickly as possible. In the meantime, he informed Kimiko to get to the apartment as soon as possible. He preferred to have another woman with his wife. He burst into the apartment like a storm, almost slamming the door open, forgetting completely that a little silence could be used. Ignoring any manners, not taking off his shoes or jacket, he immediately rushed to the door where Naito was standing nervously. Seeing him, his wife's security chief straightened up. Kaoru glanced towards the room. Bathroom? Hanabi definitely had extraordinary luck with unconventional situations.

- What's going on? - asked the boss.

The bald man was already taking a deep breath to extract a full report with a detailed description of the situation, but he was interrupted by a wild scream. Not a woman, but a child. His heart stopped in his throat. The voice faded slowly, calmed down, but was joined by another, equally strong and fading away just as quickly. Tears of emotion involuntarily flowed down the nose and cut cheeks, Kizaki standing next to him could not contain his joy, and Naito congratulated the successors. He wanted to see them as soon as possible. The door opened slightly, and a stunned Kimiko came out of the room, her clothes dirty with blood and mucus. she left only a narrow gap between the sash and the frame.

- I... I've never seen anything like that... - she whispered in consternation, looking blankly at the young boss.

- Tell me, what about my wife and children?! - he growled impatiently, shaking her a bit.

- Master Kaoru...I have assisted in many births in this family, but I have never seen one like this before. - she answered more clearly. - This birth was absolutely, utterly extraordinary, just as nature intended. Hanabi-sama handled everything all by herself like an animal.

- And children? - he asked a little calmer.

- The boys are strong and healthy, very much like you, Master. - she continued. - The mother looks like she never gave birth at all...

- But I'm so tired! - Hanabi said happily from behind the door. - Come in, Kaoru.

Kimiko drew back upon hearing the invitation. Before he crossed the threshold, Kizaki replied that the three of them should be seen by a doctor and he is already calling for him. Hanayama closed the door behind him, he didn't want any company for at least the next few moments. He smiled at the sight of the woman sprawled wide in the tub, her hair wet with sweat reaching the water. She turned a tired face to him, smiling brightly, beckoning him with bright green eyes. There were traces of blood, water, and slime all around her, and a towel was spread out near her so she could step out on dry feet as soon as she was ready. He took advantage of it by kneeling next to her and kissing Hanabi on the forehead. She held two plump, swollen, smeared infants in her arms, greedily sucking on their mother's breasts. No doubt - boys. Both had modest tufts of dark hair on their heads. He gently put his arm around his wife. In fact, she looked like she instinctively knew what to do. Could the nature of kitsune go that far? Or maybe it's the experience of taking care of nephews?

- They're so voracious... - she whispered, laughing. - And so similar to you! You will not disown, My Bear. Never.

- How could I, darling. - He replied with a smile, stroking her head. - I'm so proud of you.

They spent some more time together, and as soon as Hana was ready, he gently took over one of their sons. He could clearly feel his hands shaking. He had never held anything so small, so fragile, so important to him before. The baby was in his big, cut hand, which he immediately brought to the vicinity of his heart. He gave his other arm to his wife so she could get out of the water safely. She put on a light, cotton yukata, airy underwear with bandages, and after a while she was sitting comfortably in the chair, stroking a dark tuft of hair on a round head, slightly elongated by childbirth. They didn't wait long for the doctor. He brushed his thumb across the plump cheek of the other twin, most peacefully dozing in his father's arms, listening to the health assessment of the little ones. Full of strength, weighing exactly 3.5 kg each, with a height of 55 cm, definitely strong. The mother was exhausted from the hardships of childbirth, but in good condition, especially since she was able to bring them into the world on her own and get out of the bathtub after all. It remains to survive the postpartum period, in the case of twins, 8 weeks, and should relatively return to the state before pregnancy. He wasn't sure what the process was supposed to be, but Hanabi seemed to be aware of the situation, so that was enough for him.

She was doing amazingly. It was obvious that she spent a lot of time with her nephews of all ages, changing the babies, feeding them, taking baths was no problem for her... Of course, he tried to be with them as often as he could, but work still required his presence. So he absorbed the company of his wife and sons like a sponge whenever he could, and Hanabi willingly and patiently taught him the most important things. He saw something was wrong. He didn't expect an explosion of unbridled joy, he guessed that the beginnings would be hard, but Hana seemed to slowly fade away, acting more and more automatically every day. When he tried to talk to her, she pretended to be tired, which didn't particularly surprise him. As long as she was able, she never wanted to burden him, knowing the responsibilities he had as head of the entire clan. This time the stakes were far too high to dispose of herself this way. He decided to pin her against the wall and find out what the matter was. Fortunately, the twins had a fairly synchronized schedule of the day. So when they both slept sweetly in the evening covered with blankets and she closed the bathroom door behind her, he left his shirt and trousers on the armchair following her. She stood with her back turned, as if a bit different than usual, surrounded by streams of warm water flowing rapidly over her pale body. As soon as the doorknob clicked, she half-turned, and when she saw him, she didn't smile at all as usual. She only sighed heavily, stopping him before he untied the fundoshi.

- Honey... that's a bad idea, I assure you. - she murmured softly, then winced a bit, and the water at her feet turned an intense red.

He wasn't going to listen this time. He tore the white fabric off his hips, stood directly behind her, and wrapped his arms around her.

- Blood? - he whispered in her ear, moving closer to her face. - Everything's all right?

- This is what the postpartum looks like. Some people call it the 'fourth trimester'. Eight weeks after having twins - she explained, exhaling loudly again - The body gets rid of everything that was necessary to protect and nourish the children. The uterus contracts, expelling excess blood. It's quite persistent, which is why I'm a little weaker than usual. I just need to recover...

He gently took one of her hands. She was noticeably more bony than normal. She lost weight again. He looked her in the eye suggestively.

- I often don't have time to eat, there is always something to do, either around the house or the children ... At the end of pregnancy, it wasn't better either, because they put a lot of pressure on my stomach. - she murmured phlegmatically, her fingers tightening gently on his hand. - And stretched skin... but that should be absorbed. It doesn't make me feel very confident, I didn't want you to see me like this.

He hugged her tight, showering her thin face with kisses, combing her raven hair.

- Baby, whatever you look like, to me you are always the most beautiful woman on earth. - he whispered, facing her, brushing her long bangs from her bright green eyes. - Your body did a great job, it still does, struggling, feeding our children ... You have no idea how grateful I am to you for all this!

She finally smiled warmly, finally snuggling into his belly. He felt that wonderful warmth again. The warmth for which he was ready to sacrifice everything. Thin arms wrapped around him, tiny fingers reaching to his strong buttocks, which was a nice boost to his ego. He lifted her chin towards him.

- You were supposed to talk if something bad happened. - He murmured low, right over her mouth.

She didn't answer, but pressed her lips to him, kissing him so gently and passionately at the same time that for a moment he felt as if he had drifted away. And yet he was still with her, naked, in the shower. His wife honored him with one of her most wonderful smiles.

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I want to be Your Koi Fish - Nine Tails

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>37<

He was glad he could make her happy. Seeing her smiling face made up for even whining that she couldn't eat as much as she wanted. With an amazing sense of accomplishment, he sat down on the mattress, taking off his white tie. He didn't wait long before she appeared beside him, sighing with relief, able to straighten her legs, resting them on the pillows. The last weeks of her pregnancy were taking its toll on her, and he knew it. Hanabi was petite, the smallest in the family, and he had given her material for two quite large offspring. She bravely endured the ordeal, only complaining a little about back pain and swollen feet due to the weight. She definitely looked like she was carrying twins, maybe even triplets, and yet...

- I still can't believe we're going to be parents. - he murmured, embracing her tenderly. - It's kind of... unreal...

- Give me your hand, I'll show you something. - she suggested calmly, reaching for a large paw.

He felt her gently take his fingers, exposing her belly and tickling skin at the same time. A moment later, something moved inside, kicked with great force, bulging strongly. She placed his cut hand there. He felt the warmth, and under her skin kicking children, slowly losing space for the movement. Something that hit him not long after was definitely a tiny fist. The little ones followed their father's movements, playing with him. His heart beat faster at the thought that just a moment and this thin barrier would cease to separate them. He leaned down gently to place a kiss on his wife's belly, then reached for her forehead with the same intention. She smiled blissfully, cuddling again.

- Just a moment, My Bear... - she murmured calmly. - Just a moment...

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Hanabi wasn't happy, but she knew perfectly well that Kaoru had to go to a meeting to solve more important matters, and she herself was exhausted. So they split up, leaving Akita's house in separate cars. Recently, the twins seemed much more calm, had much less space than a few weeks earlier, but this time it was different. The boys squirmed wildly all day as if in a fight, bruising their mother's lungs, stomach, and bladder for lack of space, so that she barely ate anything, ran non-stop to the bathroom, her stomach sinking lower and lower, suggesting that the day of the birth was a matter of several days. She had no doubt that the children had taken their father, the reflection in the mirror was almost three times her size, the lion's share of which were the offspring and what was necessary for their existence for some time to come. It was probably the first time in her life that she was so dissatisfied with her appearance, but she consoled herself that "it's not long", she accepted these temporary changes. She longed to stretch her swollen, tired legs on the cold leather couch in the living room.The calendar showed only New Year's Eve, she was suffering from internal heat, and in this situation, usually not very popular in winter, especially at night, a piece of furniture was a great support. So was the elevator, which not so long ago she considered absolutely unnecessary. Before she left, Kaoru admonished her to call immediately if anything happened and he would drop everything to join her. Naito said the same, escorting her to the door and adding that he would be around in case of anything. It was amazing how in less than eight months he could change his attitude towards her, or at least he seemed to. They got along all the time, and even though he didn't always agree with the boss's wife, he tried to keep his mouth shut or choose his words very carefully. However, since he had become her head of security, he had been as helpful as possible, which surprised her immensely. She also learned a few things from him, which she did not fail to mention once or twice. She counted in her mind. It was 35 weeks... she knew twin pregnancies tended to resolve sooner, but the doctor assured her that there was no indication that boys were eager to deliver. During each ultrasound, they huddled peacefully against their mother and each other, their little hearts beating steadily, almost evenly. The body was preparing for delivery, but not in a hurry, the gynecologist even considered the possibility of induction. She texted her husband hastily to let him know she had arrived home safe and sound, and after a while, taking advantage of the fact that the kids had finally fallen asleep and finally stopped fiddling, she reached for something quick for dinner. A turkey and vegetable sandwich had to suffice for a knotted stomach. Soon after, she was sitting in the bathtub, in a pleasantly warm, not too hot bath, enjoying a moment of blissful relaxation. The moment passed extremely quickly, interrupted by a dull pain in the back, a sudden contraction of the lower abdomen and a rapidly rising water level. She had no doubts - judging by the movements under the skin, the children woke up and decided to leave. She remembered everything the sisters had said in a flash. It seemed that in her case the dilation had occurred long before the waters broke. She thought it was a painful process, for some reason it had to be different this time. Come to think of it, none of the elders talked about it. Perhaps "Kitsune shit" once more, but there was no place to think about it. She should still have time, but the boys decided otherwise. Pulling herself together, as soon as the contraction passed, she called her husband.

- What's going on? - he started right away.

- Your sons have decided to appear... - she said hastily, stifling a scream of pain, then growled impatiently - Boys! One at a time!

- But the doctor...

- I KNOW WHAT THE DOCTOR SAID! - she shouted irritably. - The only option is home birth. If you want to meet them first, hurry up!

She hung up as she felt another, growing contraction. The pain was unbearable, searing and throbbing, something she had never experienced before, but something told her she could do it, she just had to focus on the task at hand.

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Thinking about posting KOI FISH (Baki themed fanfiction) here 🤔

Will someone be interested in reading?

Wattpad is good, but it looks like nobody want to interact there, I wonder why 🤔

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I want to be Your Koi Fish - Nine Tails

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>36<

The months passed, the seasons changed one into the other, and the little ones began to give Hanabi a hard time. The wife quickly jumped to even more flexible and loose clothes, almost hearing the seams cracking through the growing belly. As he watched her, aside from the developing offspring, she began to look more and more like the First Kitsune. Even more than usual, she became almost identical to Sakurai, taking on the figure of a fertility goddess. He marveled at how the female body adapts to change. He figured it wasn't easy. He didn't even have to make any guesses, Hanabi openly admitted that with each week the pair of boys stretches harder and harder, and because of their weight, even trained back muscles sometimes couldn't keep the spine in the right position, so she happily spent the evenings half-lying with a book in her hands. Finally, they confirmed the prophecy of little Fubuki - Mrs. Hanayama actually carried two young men under her heart, which delighted practically the whole family. Even the always skeptical Kimiko, each time they visited Akita's house, did her best to please the pregnant woman and relieve her pain. Fortunately, pregnancy did not prevent Hanabi from eating meat. He couldn't stand another month of watching her cry over a steak she couldn't even smell. The housewife was very eager to use it, which eventually became the first thread of understanding between them.

At the end of December, around Christmas, they also appeared at Akita's house, this time for a bit longer. Kimiko beamed once again at the still-growing, larger gymnastics ball-like belly of the struggling Hanabi. Yes, he could see that the simplest things gave her trouble. She told him about it sometimes, but pride seemed to prevent her from admitting the pain in her feet, knees, and hipbones. Possibly in the evening, when she was already lying, stretching her tiny fingers, twirling her knuckles to move her slightly swollen limbs. Once she had slipped out of her warm coat and boots with his help, she capitulated as he gallantly offered her his arm. He knew that she liked small gestures, and from the expression on her face he could easily read that she had enough attractions despite the early afternoon. With gratitude and undisguised joy, she sat under the kotatsu, covering her knees with a purple blanket. No sooner had he sat down, three girls with platters and a pot of tea began to fly around them.

- I am full of admiration and appreciation for your endurance, Hanabi-sama! - Kimiko said happily. - You are also becoming more beautiful with each passing day, although it might seem impossible!

- For balance, I feel like I've swallowed a whale. - The black-haired girl laughed, taking her belly in her hands. - Looks like the four of us are going to celebrate Christmas!

- Hmm...my family never really cared much about Christmas. - Kaoru replied thoughtfully. - It's neither traditional nor familial ... father didn't seem to like the western holidays very much.

- I shouldn't be surprised at all. - she replied with a slight smile. - For us, it was another opportunity to spend an interesting evening, you know, differently than usual. It is true that when we lived with the six of us, I rather sat alone ... but later my father and I liked to bake chicken, make some dumplings with duck, Croquembouche cake with orange and cinnamon cream ... Maybe it wasn't a typical holiday, but, let's say, "our little holiday". Especially that not every year there was an occasion for it through my father's work.

He half-smiled, then sank his fingers into her long, loose hair and pulled her gently to him, kissing her forehead. She dipped her mouth in green tea with pleasure, while a plan sprouted in his head, which he shared with Kimiko, Kizaki and Naito soon after. They scattered a few people to make it on time. After all, it was the last Christmas, just the two of them. Judging by what the doctor was saying, and how the offspring were jostling, kicking their mother in every possible organ, the birth was imminently approaching. On December 24, he returned home as if nothing had happened. Hanabi seemed to be taking full advantage of not having to go anywhere. She rested, as she did not, sitting with her legs placed a little higher, once again immersed in reading. She did not even notice the increased traffic in the house, or ignored the noise coming from behind the thin walls, assuming that if something required her attention, she would certainly be informed. She was right. That was the reaction he expected. Unless the noises heralded danger, she was unlikely to react. He closed the door of their room tightly, and after a while he sat behind her back and hugged the body lying on a huge chest. With a sigh, she set the book aside, then looked up into a hazel and colorless iris.

- How's your day, honey? - she murmured with a slight smile.

- Busy and boring as usual. - he replied evasively. - Lots of things at the end of the year, final financial decisions for the next one, determining production, I even planned the renovation of one of the motels...

- The one in the center? - she asked interested. - Good idea, about time.

- And how are you? - he bent down to her ear. - All of you, actually.

- The old way, for now. The boys don't seem to be in a hurry. Instead, they start to fuss, didn't like today's lunch. - She groaned, placing a hand on her stomach. - Someone gave me such a kick in the stomach I almost spat out the tuna.

- Do you still have some energy? Shall we have dinner? - he suggested, making a pained face. - I'm starving...

- I thought you ate out! - she was surprised. - I'd love to, Kaoru.

Pushing himself to a standing position, he took her hand gently and helped her up. He looked forward to her reaction, but maintained a classic, stoic expression. His wife knew him inside out, so he had to make sure she didn't notice. He also hoped that the hardships of pregnancy had weakened her desire to guess everything around her. He led her to the dining room. He opened the door and gallantly let her in. She stopped half a step outside the doorway. In front of them, in the very center of the room, stood a kotatsu with a festively decorated blanket, piled with roasted poultry, gyoza dumplings, and lovely sweets. In the center was a glass vase of tea smelling of Christmas spices. Around, at the top of the walls, he ordered to hang gently blinking gold, red and green lamps. He lifted a small hand to his face and kissed it softly.

- Merry Christmas, Hanabi.

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I want to be Your Koi Fish - Nine Tails

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>33<

As promised, so did this Great General of hers. She had complete freedom to move as long as she put her pride in her pocket when she actually couldn't handle it. she did it. He was carrying her. He was reaching for the high shelves behind her. He slowed his pace when she tired more quickly than usual - and she had to admit that the second pregnancy was a bit of a pain from the start. Inexplicably, her body was weakening faster, but the doctor reassured her that there were no signs of problems, so the next trimester should even things out. If not - they will take a closer look at the problem. But it was also as he had decreed during a family gathering. She didn't leave the house without bodyguards, the bare minimum was one guy in a suit, and it had to be Naito. When there were more of them, he did something else or got time off. He must have been a very valuable employee for Kaoru. Hanabi thought for a moment, reluctantly entering the large hardware store where she was supposed to choose panels for the floor of their new training room. Her watchful ears have repeatedly caught admiration for the strength and fighting skills, not only hand-to-hand, of the Strongest of the Arm Wrestlers. Of course, he was somewhere far behind Hanayama's inborn, almost divine talent, but he still commanded great respect and legitimate fear. She touched the smooth, slightly shiny wood, watching her bodyguard out of the corner of her eye. Yes, there was one. Tall, broad-shouldered, bald, with an expression so serious that it beat the English Queen's Guardsmen on the head with it. He wrote down all the material she was interested in, all she had to do was point her finger. He wasn't particularly talkative, but he seemed to be getting used to her company. Once she had found everything she had planned for the day, they stopped for a meal at a nearby cafe before driving to the outskirts of Suginami to a building whose upper floors had already been demolished. She was still wondering how to organize any income for the hall, since the area is almost deserted. She watched the bricks sticking out, which had not succumbed to the demolition ball.

- Who are you... - she heard a clip. - Hanabi-sa...!

Before she turned around, the sound of a falling body echoed between her ears. There was no one behind her. did they run away? Didn't they get this? Why didn't she hear them?!

- Naito! - She gasped in horror as she saw the man lying down.

She didn't make it to him. Someone grabbed her in the middle, put a handkerchief soaked in liquid to her mouth, and she fell asleep instantly.

She woke up in some dingy warehouse or basement with her back to her own bodyguard. Her head was pounding, probably from the evaporating drugs. She hoped it wouldn't hurt the children, but it was more important to get out as soon as possible. She recovered a bit.

- Hanabi-sama, are you okay?! - she heard a whisper.

- Yes, and you? - she replied. - Let me get...

- Oh please, wake up! - said the man in the mask, entering the room.

Several more followed him through the door. All armed. It didn't look very colorful.

- Hanayama Hanabi, wife of the head of the entire Fujiki Clan, you don't even know what an honor it is to meet you! - The masked man chuckled. - Honestly, I thought catching you would be harder.

- With such luck you should go to Las Vegas! - she replied ironically.

- Laugh, laugh, sugar... - he threw, putting the knife to her jaw. - Your hubby has already received word that we want a high ransom for you. Do you think he'll pay?

- Sometimes it's hard to predict what he'll do. - she sighed, shrugging. - Even for me.

- What if I cut up that pretty face? - he added, slightly annoyed. - He is famous for his scars, why don't you join him?

- Hanayama will blow you to pieces if his wife loses a hair on her head. - Naito interjected. - You will be able to forget about any diplomacy. I almost feel sorry for you.

Instead of an answer, her bodyguard received a solid blow with a heavy fist, after which a bloody trickle appeared under the nose.

- Means a lot to him, huh? - The thug snorted fiercely, reaching for his jaw.

- For Hanabi-sama, the boss will sacrifice everyone, especially cause...

- ESPECIALLY BECAUSE I'm the only one irreplaceable in this family. - she answered arrogantly, interrupting the bald man at the last moment.

It was amazing how careful he was always, and how easily he admitted that the kidnappers had not one family member, but three. They infused him with some truth serum? High on drugs? She didn't know, didn't think he did it on purpose. She'd rather have him scoff at her for weeks for one outrageous stupidity than give an opponent such a powerful weapon against her husband. The men in masks just laughed to themselves, one of them said "we'll see," and they left, locking the door. She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and calmly, trying to calm herself. escape plan.

- Do you know how long we've been sitting here? - she asked, looking around for any way out.

- Since I woke up, maybe an hour or two. - he replied hastily. - I'm sorry, Hanabi-sama, it's shameful that I almost...

- Can we later? - she said. - First life, then problems.

- Do you have a plan? The case looks hopeless, to be honest.

- It's been worse. Let's start with solving the ropes. - she murmured. - Try to somehow remove the pin from my hair and drop it in my hand.

She pointed to where a small hand protruded, fingers waving. After a moment, she felt her spine stretch, reaching for a not-too-intricate hairdo held in place by a long metal ornament with a glittery ball on top. She watched the door carefully, listening for anyone coming, when after a few metal clicks from between the bodyguard's teeth, she felt the coldness and weight of the metal. She curled her fingers around the ornament to get a little hold of it with both hands and opened the skewer to reveal the knife hidden inside. Judging by the sigh of delight, he didn't expect her to have better aces up her sleeve than sharp talk. The ties that bound them were thick, but eventually they were cut. She pinned her hair up, tracing a glitter ball among her raven hair. Naito, after briefly massaging her wrists, checked if she was okay. Suddenly they heard a bang so powerful that they both jumped in place, looking at the door through which they were going to escape. Cracks, screams and the sounds of fighting grew louder. The bodyguard hastily covered her with his own body, when none other than Kaoru Hanayama, enraged to the limit, in a torn, bloody white suit, with a monstrous mess on his head and veins on his scarred forehead burst into the room. He only came to his senses when she looked into the hazel eye.

- Kaoru! - she giggled happily, cuddling up to him.

They passed through a sea of dead and dying, scattered among broken furniture and holes in the floor. There was the smell of blood all around. She guessed that was more or less how he must have left the quarters of the Tomizawa family in Kobe a few years earlier when he had moved on them to exact revenge for his father's death. If so, Reverend Father-in-law Hanayama Keizou must have swelled with pride in the afterlife. She sighed with relief as she took a seat on the couch of the Cadillac CT5 driven by Kizaki. Her husband sat right next to her to be absolutely sure that nothing was wrong with her or the children. She could still feel the blood pumping through his veins and his huge heart beating like crazy. He was worried about her, she knew. After a long silence, Naito, sitting in the front seat, spoke up.

- Hanabi-sama, I'm sorry. - he began. - It was shameful and disgraceful...

- So you'll never make that mistake again. - She replied firmly, not letting him finish. - I'm giving you up mostly because of how invaluable you were to Akita. Be like this to me now.

It occurred to her that perhaps Naito thought she would be more respected by her captors in some twisted way if they knew she was not alone, and they would be more cautious. Couldn't be more wrong, he would have given them an extra two cards to trade, which could have cost Kaoru his life. In turn, if the husband found out that his employee wanted to sell information about their offspring for a song, Naito would end up like those they left in the building. He stared at her for a moment in mute disbelief, then bowed his head in humility and gratitude.

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I want to be Your Koi Fish - Nine Tails

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>2<

Yes ... fighting a sumo wrestler turned out to be an interesting experience. The pride of national sport showed class and respect for martial arts, including street arts. Afterwards, he even offered chanko and a drink. Hanayama turned on heel to disappear into the corridor of his corner. Immediately saw white fur streaming down from the gate before his eyes. She was running as fast as she could in paws, with a silk handkerchief in mouth. To general amazement, he grabbed her gently under stomach and sat her on his shoulder, picking up the material being fed so he could wipe the glasses. She immediately, unscrupulously, took the opportunity to lick his face with a slightly rough tongue. He loved such little tenderness. But preferred her to throw slender arms around his neck rather than six fluffy ponytails on his back. Kaoru didn't care at all about the crowd's interest. Paid no attention to the audience. He put his glasses on nose, slowly folded the silk handkerchief into an even ankle, and tucked it into his pocket, crossing the threshold of the arena.

The rest of the team and the overjoyed Kinryuuzan were waiting in the dressing room. The ex-yokozuna was surprised to see a shaggy ball sitting on a white jacket, which allowed Hanayama to pass him by. Hanabi, however, didn't seem to take eyes off him. Yakuza hardly thought the former Yokozuna would catch her eye, but was still so surprised that he was attracting her. She jumped off massive arm, approaching with curiosity, only to come closer to her husband's legs in light pants. So he could be perfectly calm. She followed her gaze as the ex-Yokozuna walked over to the blackboard to mark the two circles that marked their next win and loss with a felt-tip pen. Again, he was listening to how wonderful it was now that there could only be a draw when the flow of words was interrupted.

- I think your pet is looking at something, Hanayama-san ... - Kinryuuzan muttered softly, pointing at the fox. - Stares at one point for a long time.

In fact, she seemed to freeze, disconnected from the world. He crouched down beside her, but before he could say anything, she shook head, then the whole torso and tails. This time seven. She arched herself to look behind, and seeing another ponytail, rolled a back somersault with joy. Little Fox climbed hurriedly onto the arm that was extended towards her, to sit again near the cut face and happily rubbing her fluffy cheek. Straightening up, he caught the scrutinizing gaze of the young sumo wrestler.

- It is an unbelievable coincidence that you found a white Kitsune, Hanayama-san. Quite a miracle. - Sukune said calmly, examining the tails. - I thought they were spirit creatures. Apparently they bring good luck.

- Speaking of happiness and little foxes, where is your lovely spouse? - Shibukawa asked with a smile.

She peered over husband's head, looking curiously at the master with her bright green eyes. One of the tails curled to point at her. Goki was surprised, as were the rest of the uninitiated company.

- Ha ... Hanabi-chan? - he gasped, to which she nodded eagerly.

- During the fight with Musashi on Shinjuku, a lot happened. - Baki interjected. - it's hard to explain in a few words.

- Especially since we don't have much time. - Kinryuuzan added, uncertainly looking at the white fox. - Orochi Katsumi is next.

He was standing right behind him. Still extremely confident, proud, with a sly face and a typical twinkle in his eye. He looked like still hadn't gotten out of head hitting on Hanayama's wife, even with her in half body. Or is it "fox feature"? After all, many men spontaneously twisted their necks towards her. However, this case was different. This infatuation lasted far too long, it wasn't fleeting. She noticed it too, looking from under the bull. He knew very well how his wife didn't tolerate the slips of a young karateka, and how he still didn't feel this reluctance.

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The fights with sumo players went more or less as she expected. They won without any major problems, despite the fact that the opponents were really strong. The scales were outweighed by the fact that the wrestlers did not adapt to the arena rules. She suspected that if the Tokugawa players were to come to the dohyo, there would also be quite a problem. A few weeks later, they took advantage of Kaoru's grandfather waking up from a long coma and multiple treatments, and were finally able to visit him. Yakuza provided highest boss with the most professional staff, the best possible conditions. The room was bright, filled with natural sunlight, overlooking a lovely park. An old man was pinned to the apparatus in a bed covered with white sheets. He looked so unlike himself, much weaker, tired of the whole situation. Even his eyes had lost their brilliance, and he was looking in their direction through near closed lids. It is possible, however, that it was the effect of painkillers. He was surprised to see a fox popping out of his grandson's pocket, with a purple ribbon around its neck. She perched on his legs, tucking head gently into the slightly cramped fingers of his hand as if he were stroking her.

- In my life, I wouldn't have believed it, if I hadn't seen ... - He sighed with difficulty, then smiled slightly. - You look nice in fur too, Hanabi-chan.

She settled gently between Akita's hands, listening to the conversation a bit. They talked about typical business matters. Kaoru reported on the condition of the streets, the quiet expansion of the sphere of influence, relations with other heads of families, problems that had arisen during Taro's absence. Unfortunately, he also had to admit that they still had not found the hole through which the thick millions were flowing out right now. Grandpa listened, nodded, shook his head, but he seemed to ignore many facts, as if they didn't concern him. Reconciled with fate, whatever it may be. It worried her, but she didn't even expect the worst to come.

- Kaoru, even if I leave this place, I don't think I will be able to carry the clan any further. - he said, taking a deeper breath with a few pauses. - You and Hanabi will have to take care of the family. First of all you.

She pricked up ears, lifting head. It sounded ominous, she sensed a powerful note of resignation in his voice. Of course, Kaoru knew that he would inherit his grandfather place someday, he was first in the inheritance line, but judging by his expression, didn't expect it to happen so soon. She felt a warm, bony hand on head, gently combing pale fur.

- Oh, don't look like that, you can do it! Together, you are stronger than anyone else. Indestructible. - Akita laughed with difficulty. - Naito and the rest know. I started preparations even before this flawed festival ...

They made their way home in complete silence. Kaoru never showed too much emotion, but she felt something was up. He was shocked by the real, or inevitable, vision of losing another family member. The attempt was enough to blow it, and now Akita, personally, says he can't do it anymore. So how much did he have? How much time did the doctors give? They didn't find out during the visit. In the evening they sat in the living room, Hanayama as usual with the Wild Turkey in his hand, she comfortably placed on one of his thighs, tails lowered softly onto the leather sofa. The phone in his pocket rang. He picked it up completely emotionless, immersed in his own thoughts. She couldn't hear the interlocutor, but quickly guessed what information was being contacted. All it took was the clink of broken, thick glass falling to the floor, spilling at the same time the remaining half a liter of bourbon, intoxicatingly smelling of honey, blackberries, caramel and almonds.

The funeral services ended sooner than she had expected. All the families associated with the Fujiki clan came to Akita's home, even her father. He seemed to be avoiding her company, dimmed a bit ... but maybe it's too much work? Or was he sitting at night with something uncreated? She left for a moment, wanting to breathe some fresh air. She stretched out on the grass, stuck face out to the sun, then lay on back, hanging fluffy little ponytails above her. EIGHT! One moment more and she will be herself again! Or at least she hoped so. At the same time, she wasn't sure how long it would take, especially since the last ones were born in great pain for many days. The first ones appeared very quickly. She was terribly impatient. She stood on feet, stretched again, and briskly ran towards the room where she had left her husband, remembering to wipe paws before entering. Otherwise, Kimiko will chase her again with a broom. When Hanabi lost her first child, the housekeeper seemed to be getting warmer, although she guessed that she was having a hard time. After all, more is expected of girls and women, according to tradition, and she by no means subscribed to the tradition, however hard she tried. In fact, she didn't try at all, she felt great the way she was. The transformation into a little fox was absolutely beyond Kimiko's comprehension, despite the fact that the fluffy ball was still the wife of the Hanayama family boss. Now the whole Fujiki clan ... Hanabi was very curious to see how her husband would handle it. She wanted to support him as much as possible, but didn't think she could do much in this body. Sighed heavily, then walked forward, her paws raised softly. She was almost staring white head through the open door when a scrap of conversation reached her ears.

- Boss, really, we are full of admiration! We thought you couldn't be a greater male role model than you were before! - someone said, and she recognized by his tone that it was one of the higher in the hierarchy. - You are so patient with your wife, even though she is not really with you!

"She's not ... really ..." - these words echoed in the little head, more and more terrified of the situation. No matter how much she deceived herself, they were right. She was supposed to support him. She had been doing him for company at best, and also quite dependent on him, not a WIFE for the last eight months at least. Worse than if she was lying in bed with sickness. She was doing the best she could, but there were many things she was unable to do because of size. The tiny heart smashed into tiny ribs. She was a burden to Kaoru. He had so much to do with his grandfather's death and new responsibilities, and in the meantime he had to look after her, getting nothing in return. So, however ... as she had expected before the wedding, it finally got to the point where she was unnecessary, even disturbing. A hasty plan bloomed in her tiny head, driving her hurriedly into the room. By the time his body is recovered, she should be gone so that he doesn't care too much about her. She knew perfectly well that it was hard for him, as well as hers. She wanted to hug him so much, but the fox's feet were too short. Comfort with a warm word, but unfortunately she couldn't make any sensible sound out of thin throat. She had no idea how long it would take to get the last tail back, didn't want to let him tire of her this time. She decided to free him from herself, and then ... then she'll see. She wrapped the spare rations of one Inari sushi * in a silk handkerchief, sighed heavily, looking sadly at the purple shirt hanging nearby, and then ran out of the room. Where could she go first? The temple of Inari would be the safest, but she didn't know any nearby, so all she had to do was wander around and act hot. A dull footstep and a dull pain at the tip of one of her tails snapped her out of the stream of thoughts. She jumped away, tearing it from under the yoke, glancing in horror at someone she hadn't noticed. Father was standing before her, with a slowly thinning black hair and a tasteful haori suited to the occasion. He flashed clear eyes as he crouched down beside her.

- Sorry, honey, I didn't notice you. - he muttered calmly.

She shook head slowly backing away.

- Hanabi, what are you ...

He didn't manage to finish, she ran as fast as could in paws towards the grave of her parents-in-law.

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*Inari Sushi - deep-fried tofu slices in the form of pouches, stuffed with rice for sushi;

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I want to be Your Koi Fish - special chapters

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>Kokko Kitsune<

She didn't like public transport, but never had time to get a driver's license. Maybe later... Now the most important thing was to come back for a few days, rest, recharge the batteries. Most of all, tell him. Maybe it'll get him to his feet once and for all. She figured her father wouldn't be very pleased, but wasn't going to worry about it. Mother will probably start to squeal with joy, hoping that Yui would leave behind dreams of the military. She had no intention of that. Neither of them knew she was coming back, she had been home a few weeks ago! Asked for another pass because of an important matter. Command knew. She couldn't hide it from them, but announced that she would stay as long as possible so as not to waste time, and then...then probably a short break, a few months, she would come back to herself and be able to continue. General Strydum himself from the American army, who visited their barracks from time to time, vouched for her. They met by accident when she was practicing to take the entrance exams. She would have passed 90% anyway, but wanted to be sure. Always. He said that he admired her stubbornness, and there are few women in the military, especially strong and stubborn. She didn't want to take advantage of this acquaintance too much, she had her honor and pride, and Gerry turned out to be a really nice guy. He himself, of his own free will, beyond her knowledge, handed the command a written guarantee, and even expressed confidence that she would get higher than he, and certainly sooner. He was probably right, she loved what she was doing...but it was getting harder and harder. If it were all about her, she would have been able to do it without a problem. For that, she was raised to do, always. Because basically...they were born that way. Strong, independent, even bulletproof. She saw it on a warm April day, or rather night.

The parents held a "typical age difference" between them. Ayame was the oldest. Three years after her, Shizuka was born. Two years later, she, Yui. Then the mother announced that three is enough, don't want more, they won't be able to do it...and yet after seven more years she told her husband with horror, that she was pregnant. Yui heard it as she was just passing the kitchen, walking towards the bathroom. The woman whom she had always admired for her strength of spirit, stubbornness, and at the same time incredibly feminine charm, broke down at the sight of two red lines on a small piece of plastic. She wondered how something as wonderful as the life forming under mother's heart could be so destructive. She had a hard time living through the pregnancy, Goro was very supportive of her, as always with the rest...but this time especially, because everything indicated that a son would be born. The long-awaited boy in the Soga family. She was happy, always wanted a brother. She only got along with her older sisters as much as she needed to. They preferred dresses and nail painting, while Yui was much more likely to hunt butterflies, collect ants, and punch swords with sticks. Only later did she let her mother convince her to girly costumes and some activities, probably only to avoid digging a bigger hole under mother than she had made herself. She was struck by the information that the alleged brother would be a sister after all. As if that were not enough, very weak. Doctors made no secret that the condition of the child and mother, and above all her age, didn't look very good. The older the woman's body, the more likely it was to suffer from diseases or other problems of the fetus, or even miscarriage. The progressive depression didn't improve the likelihood, but the mother seemed to enjoy it. Back then, little Yui didn't understand where this sudden euphoria came from, years later began to recognize it as the beginning of the end of mental well-being. The fourth sister decided to be born sooner, already at 37 weeks. Yui went with her father and mother, there was no way out. When the doctors looked at the ultrasound image, they only grabbed their heads and transport her as quickly as possible to the delivery room, as close as possible to the operating suite. Nurses took her to the children's corner to play for a while or rest, instead of tangling under their feet. Eventually she fell asleep on fluffy pillows. Father woke her up, leading towards the room where a tiny worm wrapped in a cotton blanket was kept. The girl was so pretty and so much like Yui, that she forgot about missing her brother right away. A little bluish and caked with something strange, but pale green eyes, glistening like two stones, made her little baby heart melt with happiness. Despite what the doctors said, as well as the accelerated delivery, she was born strong, very vital. Nevertheless, the nurses made sure that the baby didn't need to be supported, warmed or fed. It was then that Yui first saw the true strength of her family that her grandfather always told about. A child doomed by all, powerful enough to stand up to the world.

She tried to call him again. He still wasn't picking up, she wondered what might have happened. Maybe went to therapy as he promised her? Yes, that's for sure it. So she decided not to disturb, at best would surprise him. Fortunately, the train journey didn't take long. She always envied the Americans, taking into account what they showed in the movies - their transports weren't as crowded as those in Japan. You could breathe calmly without worrying that the saliva of the person sleeping next to you will be inhaled. However, Japanese carriages were more often overcrowded, and if you were unlucky or boarded at other stations, you usually ended up stuffing your nose and sticking it to the glass of the door or the nearest window. Finally, she put her feet firmly on the platform in Tokyo, pushed by the crowd, into the daylight, obscured by tall buildings. She sighed heavily. This wasn't a place for her. She definitely preferred open spaces, forests, meadows, water... she was choking among the skyscrapers. Promised herself that as soon as got what she wanted, she would move to Okinawa, to grandfather. It was perfect there. Simple, practical, close to nature. She set off briskly along the familiar route, dragging a small suitcase behind her. A crowd of people was rushing somewhere, passing her in different directions, and Yui was walking straight to him. She paused at a small newspaper stand, her eyes fixed on the photo on the front page of one of the tabloids. Tall, burned out building. A real fire site. She grabbed a roll of paper, paid for it, and sat down on a bench nearby. It chilled her. She knew the place from photography. This was where she was headed. Apparently had no need for it anymore. The article clearly said that a fire had broken out a few days earlier, right in the block where he lived. Her ears rang as she read "fatalities, including a 19-year-old boy". She knew the area, he was the only one so young. Tossed the newspaper in a nearby dumpster, then quickly pulled out her phone, sipping tears. She dialed the number stored in contact list.

- Dad...would you come to pick me up at the station? - she asked, trying to stay calm. - I ran into a few days. Surprise!

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Retsu was very curious to see who he would meet in Master Shigeru's dojo. Watching his and the youngest granddaughter's fight, he was very impressed with how he managed to teach his descendant classical techniques. Guessed that it must have been knowledge passed down from generations, and he couldn't refuse the girl's innate skills. He was very surprised first time, to see her fight without fear, how surprisingly she perfectly combined muay thai with a pinch of typical street fight, so as not to give the opponent any illusions to win. He was chilled when she mentioned that the man she had put on his shoulder at the time was to become Kaioh. He couldn't believe it. After all, a drunk guy stood in front of them, whose life had definitely hit him at one point and then dragged him on a thick rope. Besides, it wasn't easy to escape from the temple...but maybe he did? It looked as if Miss Hanabi knew at least a part of Chinese Kenpo. So what was waiting for them in Okinawa? As it turned out, charming grounds. He wasn't a great connoisseur or nature lover, but the neighborhood made him sigh in awe. Lady Hanayama led them towards a lush forest bordering a vast beach and salt water. Wonderful singing of birds was heard everywhere, as if the island was a separate, utopian world. Eventually they passed through the Tori gate. The woman explained that her family had built a temple years ago, hence the construction in front of the entrance. At the wide open dojo stood...a boy? No, a woman. Pretty, in a man's outfit, with her hair tied tightly above the nape of her neck. At first glance, she might actually seem like a frail man. She looked at them calmly with piercing blue eyes in which he saw a monstrously strong beast. A demon, dark as an inky sky. He couldn't help feeling this. She turned out to be the older sister of Hanabi, and also...the master of the dojo in which they found themselves.

Tokugawa crowed with surprise. In fact, he was a treasure trove of martial arts knowledge, and he missed such an amazing person! It turned out even four. In addition to Mrs. Hanayama and Mistress Soga, two more appeared, not inferior to their younger sisters. Red-haired Shizuka seemed the most friendly, even pacifist, but again it was the eyes that revealed that it's better not to mess with a slim hipster with long nails. The oldest Ayame bristled as soon as she saw Shinogi Kureha, the redheaded doctor Tokugawa had even forced to come. Her green eyes, definitely darker than the youngest's, were blazing with vivid fire and anger as she looked at him. All built inconspicuously, quite typical for their gender, but when he looked a little closer, he noticed subtle strong muscles protruding from under the healthy fat tissue. Additionally, they emanated very strong auras, powerfully feminine, attractive and very self-confident.

He was amazed at the training conducted by Mistress Soga. The greatest people in the world could envy her passion for accuracy. There was no room for imperfection in her. If her students wanted to learn something, they had to prove it and... learn quickly. At the same time, despite the very rigid discipline, the woman didn't express the slightest aggression. Always calm and composed, even when she corrected someone once again. There were also her sons, Yuki* and Tsuyoshi**, five-year-old twins who rivaled teenagers and some adults in physical fitness. It was evident, that mother devotes a lot of time to their education, and they train with love and dedication to support her in the future. Incredibly beautiful picture, especially because the boys were her almost impossibly alike. Only eyes, as usual in this family...EYES. Blue-eyed mother, children with pupils like a handful of nuts. He guessed that after his father, he just hadn't seen him anywhere. He did, however, observe great dissatisfaction on the part of Master Shigeru. He grumbled and grumbled even though Yui tried her best and was doing it perfectly! To him, it still wasn't it... it still wasn't Hanabi. He had heard all those mysterious gimmicks that "Little Fox would know more", "Little Fox would know better", "Little Fox would fit better". What about Little Fox? She reacted allergically, reminding every step that she didn't intend to become a teacher. So why did Grandpa persist in discontent so stubbornly instead of appreciating the extraordinary gift he had under his wing?

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She sighed heavily. Grandpa was taking advantage of Hanabi's presence and was still nagging at every step. She had to cut herself off from this, if only for a moment. Sat down among the trees in the garden, in the same place where had been sitting since childhood. It had a special energy for her, as if it had been created for her, a special node for her energy was placed there, acting like a large battery. She clasped legs in front of her, placed right hand in left, upside down, clasped thumbs, and rested limbs on thighs. Straightened her back, tilting chest towards the starry, clear sky. Took a deep breath slowly, controlling exhalation. The earth gave her a wonderful support. As trees exchanged carbon dioxide for oxygen for her lungs, so solid ground allowed her to get rid of bad energy and fill the good. She was meditating for a few minutes when heard the panel creak on the terrace. The steps were very flexible and subdued, and she could feel the scent of sandalwood rising from warm body.

- We've been bumping into each other a lot lately, Retsu Kaioh. - she murmured calmly, turning to face him.

- Sorry...interrupted... - he replied, hiding his face. - You... interesting place to meditate.

- Nothing happened, I don't mind your presence. - she replied, looking around herself. - In such an environment, it is easier to collect my thoughts.

She could see he was doing it quite hesitantly, but finally walked over to her and sat down across from her. "Focusing on myself" had to wait.

- I really admire your methods and skills, Soga-sensei. It is difficult to find mastery and perfectionism of this caliber in the world of martial arts. I'm proud to meet you and learn. - he replied, humbly bowing to her. - I have great respect for women, but in my boldest expectations I could not believe that there are such amazing people among them, brilliantly prepared, even born to be masters.

- Children in our family are born with a sword in hand. From an early age, they teach us martial arts, which is what we are mainly developed for, even girls. We are to be strong, independent. I always applied myself as if...more. I felt at home in the training room. - she explained calmly. - Oh, sorry, you probably don't care, Kaioh. I talked, I felt a good listener...

- Oh, no, please, tell me. - the man encouraged her. - I am eager to find out how to get to the perfection that you have already achieved, Soga-sensei.

- It's not perfect yet. I still see mistakes, shortcomings...which are more of my nature. I hope my sons will be better than me.

- Sorry, it's none of my business...but I've been watching the boys since we came, and I wonder where their father is? - he asked uncertainly.

- He's been dead for a long time. - she replied. - I found out about his death when I wanted to tell him that I have his descendants under my heart.

She wasn't very perceptive, but his expression expressed such boundless pain, that it was hard to miss. She clearly shocked him, he didn't know what to do with himself. Cheer? To express condolences? Congratulations on great strength and self-denial, after all, she is a very young mother? Yui guessed that such thoughts might just run through his head. She sighed heavily.

- It was a strange love. Kind of mutual, but...in the end, we passed each other between living together and rehab. - she quit, and seeing another shock on his face, she continued. - Yes, he was a drug addict. The formula was very simple. He didn't have much strength to get out of it, although sometimes it was for a few months and I couldn't leave him. I just knew that somewhere deep in this life-wounded body there was a good man whom I loved with all my heart.

- And...what happened? - he asked.

- I came back on leave from military school, especially for him, shortly after I found out about my pregnancy. He wasn't picking up, but I figured maybe he was trying to clean himself again...I wasn't hitting too much, thinking I was interfering with therapy. I didn't even make it to his house. I found out that he died in a building fire.

- It's monstrous... - Retsu sighed in agitation.

- Yes. I touched on a few acquaintances to get a clear picture. Even got to see the coroner who was performing an autopsy on his body, or rather what was left. They don't know if he overdosed or burned alive, most likely setting the fire himself. In any case, when he was dying, he had substances in his blood that shouldn't be there at all.

There was a dead silence. He definitely didn't know what to say again. In fact...what was there to say? He died. He was gone. It took a long time to recover, but she had to persevere for those little beans that sprouted under her heart then. And now those beans were fast asleep on the mats in their room, she thought she could even hear their snoring. He was snoring too, horribly. It was the easiest way to tell if he was alive when he said he wasn't taking anymore.

- The boys...know?

- Yes. I didn't hide anything from them. - she sighed heavily. - I wanted...that it would not scare them so much as warn them against a similar mistake. I hope if they have a problem they will come to me.

She smiled slightly at the mere thought of two insanely ambitious and energetic boys. Sometimes she wondered if their father was watching them from...wherever he was. Is he proud of the way she is raising them? She had to be strong for them. She wiped the lonely tear that fell from her cheek.

- I... it's... it's terrible what happened to you, Soga-sensei. I can't even say how sorry I am for that. - Retsu muttered. - But I believe that since you were able to recover from it, you are an even stronger person than I might have believed before. Your sons are very lucky to be brought up under the wings of such a wonderful mother and a genius mistress. It is an honor for me to meet you.

- And vice versa, Kaioh. - she replied with a slight smile.

They had left a few days earlier, and she was still thinking about what Kaioh had said. According to him, she was a genius in her field, should ignore the grumbling of her grandfather with an appropriate silence and not try to please him. Could he be right? Maybe, in fact, instead of proving to Shigeru that she is fit, should just do her thing and not worry? She walked among the practitioners, constantly, calmly, improving their technique. Higher arm, 90 degree angle, knees bent, abdomen firm, feet steady. As always, Yuki and Tsuyoshi were on the mat as well. She was proud of them. Never forced them to do anything. They felt the call themselves and swam with it.

- Heads up. Look forward with pride, my children. - She muttered in front of them, and they immediately improved their postures.

There was someone else in the corner. He looked quite insecure, especially when asked her to teach, but she agreed. She agreed with her older sister - he had potential and was quickly wasting it, Yui didn't want him to go to waste. She promised to help him, but he had to give himself up. To sacrifice what he considered necessary for his continued success. She wanted to show him a different path. Not for shortcuts, but with effects so that he finally achieves what was created for. His technique turned out to be amazing, even perfect. Only the small touches that she intended to make, wiping away his arrogance were missing. Physical training was a matter of weeks. Psychic - months to get rid of vagaries and empty, imaginary ego.

Another evening came, and as every few days she devoted herself to deeper meditation. Something was still upsetting her, she couldn't focus, she couldn't drift away. She lit the nag champa*** incense to aid herself a little. When she was almost there, was almost on the other side in her thoughts, phone rang on the shelf. At first she figured she would call back as soon as she was done, but the smartphone was still vibrating. She caught it just in time before hit the mat. She answered, sighing heavily as she glanced at the screen.

- You're in the way. - muttered bluntly.

- You don't say? - she heard a click on the other side. - I have a message for you. Not very pleasant.

- This has to do with Grandpa Musashi? - The brunette asked, straightening her legs in front of her. - You must have sensed him too, Ayame...

- Yes. And yes. - The blonde replied. - You must be friends with that young Kaioh, huh?

- What does that...

- Dead. Musashi cut him in half. - the eldest said sadly, not waiting for the sentence to be completed. - Take swords and come to Tokyo.

They weren't very close to each other. Oh, he listened to her... and that's it. And so it hurt. Very as if a piece of her heart had been torn out. She hung up, then got up to pack the essentials and tell Grandpa Shigeru that he would have to take care of everything for a few days.

She came back smashed. She was close to losing her youngest sister. Her Yin, the source of her balance. When she almost believed it, Hanabi brushed off Sakura's petals as if nothing had happened, yawned and started running away! Fortunately, the brother-in-law turned out to be quite quick when he didn't use his destructive power. If it weren't for him, she would have rushed behind the little white ball of fur herself, not to catch it, but to CHOKE for the dumbest idea she had ever had. It was wildly irresponsible, unreasonable...basically pointless, because who knows how long this old witch will live? Who else could...maybe better not think about it. She unpacked, put the two shiny katanas in the dark duvet covers wrapped in navy blue cloth back into place. She looked at them, one sword slightly shorter than the other. She grabbed the smaller one again, examining it closely. Slowly moved forward to finally stand in front of the entrance to the family temple. Lined with varnished wood, walls painted with white paint. In the center was a golden statue of a man of very androgynous beauty. He was sitting similar to the Buddha, in the lotus position, with two foxes at his feet, wrapping their long tails around him. Black vases filled with fresh flowers were placed on either side of the statue. She sat down on a maroon pillow placed in front of the image of the deity. Untied her long braids until they almost reached the ground. Loosening the tangles, she tried to clear her mind as much as possible to focus on the present moment. She took the gleaming sword out of the duvet cover, then cupped her long curls in one hand, catching the blade at the nape of her neck.

- Inari, please accept as a gift the symbol of my beauty**** that I have cared for for over twenty years. - she muttered in the direction of the statue, skillfully cutting her hair in one move. - In return, take care of my friend, Eishu Retsu's soul so that he does not miss anything on the other side.

She tied the gift with one of the ribbons she had removed from the braids, and then placed it on the lap of the statue. She breathed a little louder than planned, wiping a lonely tear from her cheek. She hadn't even noticed that someone was standing behind her back.

- Dinner on the table, Yui-sensei. - Jack muttered low, placing his hand on her shoulder.

- Thank you, I'll be right back.

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Kokko Kitsune - (or Genko) http://kitsune.dreamhart.org/inaribook.htm; also: from Chinese tradition, Black Fox is the symbol of the North Star; my Kokko, apart from the black fur, has green tails, which is to symbolize the element in which she was born (earth)

Yui - [jap.] - bind

*Yuki - [jap.] courage

**Tsuyoshi - [jap.] - strong

***nag champa - one of the most popular natural incense fragrances; It allows you to detach yourself from reality, perfect for meditation, help in achieving balance

****Hair in Japan has a historical dimension. In the past centuries, long hair in women was a sign of beauty, wealth, and depending on the hairstyle - even age, degree or availability. Cutting hair was a drastic step, often associated with a religious oath, and cutting someone's hair without his permission was even a crime; there is a legend about the ghost Kamikiri who loved to cut someone's hair (his hands were supposed to end with scissors). Their attacks were often attributed to wanting to defend people against the Kitsune, which they considered evil (of course, the evil Kitsune also existed - author's note), seeking only to seduce people, get them to marry, and also sex, to steal vital energy, leading to to possession and insanity

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For sure you Heard about Baki x Kengan. I can't wait to see that 🥹 and having a bit of free time, drew fast sketch 🤭

If you ever felt "that old fiery Hanabi gone", dear Hanayama, you're totally wrong 🤭

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Still working with my little sketch-box 🤭

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Found new drawing app on my tablet and decided to try it.

And after fast sketch realised, that theres no layers 😐 well...it will stay as it is.

How do you like design if my mobster wife? 🤭

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For long time I wondered how could it be if Kaoru and Hanabi met each other during his (not so long) high school time.

Olympic-tier guy with low grades and brainiac girl - bonded due to their life in underworld...

I think at first she would knew about his being yakuza boss, but he may be blind for her "part-time job" as assasin, cuz - HELLO, "miss perfect" wouldnt be able to kill a fly!

But not so long after some street things they will probably start dating 🤔

And...remember that part when a girl confessed to Hanayama? She run away, Hana will rather slap him 🤭 future wife of the Boss must be brave with attitude 🤣

...and let be merciful. Some day you'll see them, Kaoru 🤭

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I want to be Your Koi Fish - Nine Tails

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>31<

Kaoru watched with joy as Hanabi glowed. Pregnancy apparently served her, in the previous one somehow he didn't notice. Just like the next clothes that enrich the wardrobe. He hadn't expected her body to adapt so rapidly to the new conditions. She changed tight-fitting clothes for quite loose, elegant (and not necessarily) shirts, soft, flowing blouses, less tight-fitting trousers and flat shoes. The belly wasn't yet beginning to stand out, but breasts was definitely growing at an alarming rate. Only he realized how great a visual person he is - in the figure of his wife Hanayama always liked firm buttocks, but also proportional breasts ... which didn't take away from her beauty in a larger edition. More and more often, she also didn't give way to him, which was convenient for him. It made sure she was okay. He couldn't afford a repeat of the fatal situation, and although this time Master Wu Song wouldn't jump out of the blue to check her out, there was always someone else who knew what she was worth. He had to take some steps, so ordered a meeting between his part of the family and that not so long ago belonging to his grandfather. Not much had changed in the ranks since Akita's death, but this time he had a serious reason to break that order. Hana was sitting next to him, in a thin denim shirt tied gently under the bust and a knee-length black tracksuit skirt that tightly covered her stomach. Exchanged the usual, elegant high heels for white sneakers. She looked at everything and everyone. After discussing a few basics and other pressing matters to which she was accustomed enough to secretly yawn, Hanayama decided to put his plan into action.

- Former Akita's bodyguards, with the same composition, i.e. Naito, Sato and the rest... - he started when everyone fell silent. - ... will protect Hanabi from now on.

- Excuse me? - she said, shaking her mess of loose hair. - Do I have any voting rights?

- You have. - he murmured, sensing the trick.

- Cool. I disagree. - she grumbled, wrinkling her nose and pointing gently at Ryuji and Yoji. - What's wrong with these two?

- This is not enough, as you can see from previous events. - he replied, and seeing her "don't annoy me" expression, he added - Besides, I'll need them, and Akita's people have nothing to do.

- With all due respect, Hanabi-sama, I don't think a woman... - began the strongest of the arm wrestlers in a conciliatory tone.

- SPEAK OF THE DEVIL! - She cut him off firmly, with an ironic smile. - I'll agree, provided the head of security doesn't comment on anything about me! Unless I ask for it.

- I don't understand. - Naito was stunned.

She looked at him so defiantly that Hanayama himself was curious as to what had happened and when. He couldn't remember his wife spending any more time with Akita's security guards.

- Do you think I'm stupid or deaf? - she asked rhetorically, then added forcefully. - I've heard all your complaints like "yakuza wife shouldn't", "yakuza wife is...", "she that..."! Yes, yes, back when Tatsu was alive. I don't accept such accusations!

- A yakuza wife should be modest and not speak without being asked! - he snapped at her. - And it's a peak that she's sitting here!

- Weigh your words, because you are undermining the decisions of your superior! - she growled, then added more calmly, under the influence of the cut paw laying on her hand. - I'm here for a reason. Besides, which shouldn't concern you at all, I'm obviously in tune with my husband's tastes and his vision of a "yakuza wife," otherwise I wouldn't be here.

The bald man in the suit froze in mute consternation. Hanayama has always known that his wife is absolutely the opposite of what the model of a Japanese mafia woman looked like. She wasn't the meek, well-mannered, quiet schemer sitting in the corner, waiting for orders, and that was another reason he loved and chose her. He always wanted a change in this system, however small. In addition, she didn't stop him from further fights, in fact, she frowned when he forbade her from participating. He loved her impetuous nature, though it was tiring at times. He caught the head of security's eye.

- Hanabi is right. - he replied calmly, kissing her tiny fingers. - If she were a meek lamb, you'd step on her head.

- I can be nice. Seriously. No problem. However, I can't stand rudeness, so if you want to stay here, remember that a pregnant woman should not be exposed to much, especially unnecessary, stress. - Hanabi added fiercely.

- Is that a threat? - asked Naito, narrowing his eyes.

- Warning. - she said briefly. - And in unfortunate cases I have a lot of experience.

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She didn't think Kaoru's employee would jump on her! It was out of the question, she wasn't going to be seated, and her husband knew it all too well...and seemed to be in full support. It even seemed to her that she heard the crunch of the armrest under the huge hand, but probably for the first time she decided that she had misheard, since there was no clear cracking and throwing against the wall. She regretted losing two of her favorite people, Ryuji and Yoji, judging by the poor expressions on faces, they too, but Arata remained for consolation. He was probably the only one enjoying his new job. They spent long hours, months, years together, especially on the mat; she remembered him from bleaching his hair as a rebellious teenager. All that remains from that period were gold earrings in his ears and a few scars on neck, which she probably left herself. Hanabi was more than sure she would get along with him. The other four, and especially the terribly traditional Naito, could cause problems, although only he would actively resist, if not for the fact that the boss's wife was pregnant and the boss himself was looking at his hands. Kaoru promised not to be overprotective, but she could agree to such a form. They sat together in the living room, he sipping whiskey, she sipping yuzu juice, snuggled into a massive chest.

- Don't worry about him. - He grunted as he swallowed the burning drink in his throat.

- You talk as if you don't know me, My Bear. - she chuckled, looking at him. - I'm not going to worry, just reform.

- I'm glad, honey, just remember not to overextend yourself. - he replied, kissing her forehead.

- And speaking of reforms ... it's time to think about what can be done with the disastrous inheritance from Wu Song.

- Does it hurt you?

- Like a goddamn stone in my shoe. - she huffed, slurping the juice. - I thought it would be good to demolish the upper floors, leave a maximum of one floor and ... my ideas end here. I have absolutely no idea what to turn this hole into!

- Do you really want to redo it? - he asked rhetorically. - Let it stay what it is.

- So, what... would we have a training room? - she muttered, thinking. - Are you going to launder some cash?

He didn't deny it, but he didn't admit it either. She had to wait for the development of events ... on the other hand, maybe it was actually a good solution? The school had been in the district for years, so a minor... general renovation would suffice and it could stay, even as a cover. A few connections would be made, some throats pressed, and there would probably be a relatively competent teacher willing to cooperate.

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>29<

The clean air of Okinawa was soothing to him, but the balance in the universe was kept by his wife's stubborn grandfather, still counting on Hanabi to leave husband to take over the school. Fortunately, she clung to his side, giving Shigeru no hope of changing her mind. The night before, they had given him a taste of the failure of a great plan to break their marriage. It started out innocently enough, sweetly, delicately, that finally Hanabi would scream at the whole house how much she loves Hanayama and how much he has to keep going. He had noticed long ago that for her the concept of shame didn't actually exist, the more willingly started to implement his little project, knowing that she would most likely be pleased. Thought it would bother him, but he liked the earring in her tongue, cool and hard, lending a special sensation. Hoped the schemer hadn't fallen asleep, and if he could, woke up.

They were sitting in the living room, shutters wide and doors leading to the inner garden. They drank green tea, so amazing...he never had the chance to drink. It turned out that Shizuka, despite a complete lack of talent for cooking, was brilliant with the traditional brewing of matcha. Even Tokugawa praised the skills of the red-haired woman to the heavens, to which she merely bowed with a slight smile. The astonishing calm was interrupted by the noise from before the entrance. If you think about it, during the trip from Tokyo, Tokugawa mentioned that someone was missing... Kaoru sensed someone's presence, familiar, strange and strong. He, Hanabi and Baki went out to see who they were dealing with. In front of them stood a man over two meters long, with short-cropped blonde hair and pale blue eyes, built tighter than he remembered.

- Onii-san? - young Hanma was surprised. - What are you doing here? And... Are you kind of...taller?

- Or you shrunken. - he replied evasively. - Tokugawa gave me the address and ordered...ooou...

Jack clearly focused on the person behind them. Hanayama turned around. Tall, blonde, green-eyed, again dressed in tight jeans and a bright floral corset, she fastened a strap of high-heeled sandals around her ankle. She regarded the newcomer with a critical glance, without a trace of emotion. Elder Hanma looked as though his brain had flown through his ears. An effect so similar to all those guys drooling over his wife. Indeed, with all four of them, it seemed, most men's minds would run away to nothing, being replaced by wild lust. Immediately after the eldest of his father-in-law's daughters, Kureha appeared unhappy.

- ...he said to be present, but nothing about the lovely company. - he finished swishly, so unlike himself. - Hi. Are you a predatory kitten?

- If only I don't bite you something, little boy. - she replied impassively.

- I'd love to check it out. - he muttered as she stood next to him.

He barely registered movement. Ayame reacted immediately, delivering a high kick straight into the tall blonde's jaw. Apparently, the heels had their advantages. Maybe that's why Hanabi was so eager to wear them. Her oldest sister didn't really need her height - she was 175cm barefoot, if not a little bigger. Hanma hit the ground with great force, spitting blood. Baki was stunned and Shinogi seemed to be pleased with the development of events.

- Pff...sucker. - she said, straightening her blonde hair. - Bunch, come on, no time!

At dinner he tried again. It was a pity to see Jack Hammer go to waste. His sister-in-law was a relentless woman, and he didn't seem to see it. He pressed on to her, tried to get attention, and she was successfully ignoring him.

- Oh, don't tell me I'm not moving you... - he muttered, leaning over to her.

- ENOUGH OF THIS. - she growled firmly, reaching her hand toward his bruised jaw.

Think he was counting on a kiss, and in return Ayame...dove with chopsticks in Canadian mouth. She grabbed something and took it out. Tooth. Sizeable, with quite a bit of roots, but somewhat crooked, like a tree that has been forced to grow amidst obstacles.

- Beautiful eight, boy. I don't think I've ever seen a wisdom tooth like this. Completely degenerated, the enamel is almost gone, even though the dentin looks healthy. Do you bite metal nails with it or what? - she assessed, sitting down in her seat.

- How do you... - he groaned in shock. - But my jaw is made of steel!

- Oh, your teeth are indeed strong, I don't deny it. Most would hurt like hell in this condition! - she snapped. - They're not holding up well, that's their problem. You stuffed yourself with steroids, anabolics and other crap to gain muscle strength while your body was paying heavy taxes. Are you proud of yourself?

- How dare you, woman... - he hissed, propping his arms on the table.

- Are you such a tough guy? Let's check it. - she replied bravely. - Tonight, in the training room.

She wasn't kidding. She was waiting for him in a traditional-style red top and light-colored pants. She tied her blonde hair in a high ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. The three children sat on the side, perfectly still. She stood up as he appeared in front of her, wearing only shorts, snapping his knuckles. The style she used must have been very old, until Retsu, after a moment's thought, deciphered that it was northern Shaolin kung fu. In fact, shouldn't have known it, and for some reason she was at least a master of it. Dodged attacks with ease, quickly unleashing her own, very explosive.

- I told you Kitsune learn very quickly. - Shigeru said with a shrug. - The highest degree of initiation and skill in the art that suits their temperaments is only a matter of time. Ayame is like a flame, just upset her and she will explode and incinerate everything in her path.

As soon as Jack tried to pin her again, she jumped back for a kick. The force she put into it, put her opponent on his shoulders. Hanayama wasn't sure he heard the crackle of the floor under the mats. Baki, sitting next to him, couldn't believe his eyes...as probably all the people gathered.

- Mom is like Master Tigress from "Kung-Fu Panda". - commented dark-haired Rozu.

- You have such brilliant genetic potential and physical conditions, and through your idiotic rush you ruin everything... - Ayame huffed, resolutely refraining from spitting next to him.

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She couldn't watch people like that go to waste. Maybe it was because she grew up in a family where you must be the best in your field, maybe she was just like that herself...but she couldn't let him go to waste. And he had been doing it successively, in her eye for several years. She lied about his teeth. They were indeed sandpaper-wiped-out, but she pulled out the one had damaged in front of the house with one smooth kick. She hoped it would wake him up. Sighed heavily, lowering her bare feet onto the cool grass in the inner garden. Ayame liked to sit outside on the terrace from time to time and not think about anything, although the latter, as a rule, never worked out.

- Can't you sleep, sucker? - she asked quietly, still looking ahead.

- How did you know about chemistry? - Jack said, sitting down next to her.

- I'm a good observer. - she muttered evasively. - If you don't take care of your health, you slap a wheelchair in your fifties, or even faster. I guess at such a young age you hardly think about it, but believe me, you don't want to.

- I'm not going to live long. - the man snorted. - The plan was that I would do whatever I can to be the strongest...

- So what, are you doing good? Probably not, because you get weaker with each dose. - she assessed, glaring at him. - My guess is Kureha's behind it. He is usually well-meaning, but he is bathed in hot water, especially on the subject of sports...

- He warned me once that I would kick the calendar faster than I think.

- So why...

- Teach me. - he demanded. - I want to be even stronger.

- I have neither the predisposition nor the time to teach anyone. However, if you stay in Okinawa and ask Yui nicely, she will definitely take you in. - she replied firmly, standing up and heading for her room. - Relax, my sister doesn't bite. However, I'm afraid that you will be forced to give up what you consider necessary...

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He slowly began to drag on. He missed the hustle and bustle of the city he was used to. Fortunately, Kizaki called saying that they absolutely had to come back. He and his wife were leaving just as Shigeru and Tokugawa locked themselves in their room to discuss the possibility of another tournament. He didn't think his affinity with Master Soga would make him participate, quite the opposite.

For several days, he had heard information about a strange person wandering around the city. He was...specific, traditionally dressed, with two swords attached. The police became interested in him mainly due to the openly carried weapon. News on TV every now and then informed about his next actions, killed people, but still no one knew his identity. He hadn't heard of any incident on Hanayama territory at the time, nor was there any indication that he was a member of any of the mafia families. He came out of nowhere, many wanted him back there. He neither burned him nor chilled, until he stuck a finger into Clan Fujiki. But it started to get dangerous, so much so that the Chief Police General, Utsumi Shunzo himself, knocked on Hanayama's door. He never had a problem with Hanabi hanging around somewhere, but this time he couldn't let her listen to the conversation. He had an overview of the matter, guessed what the man was coming with, and knew just as well what his wife would say. She couldn't find out what he was planning, she had to be safe, and this time safety meant ignorance. She wasn't pleased, but looked as if had come to terms with his decision. He received the guest as he should, there was even a whiskey on the table. He could see that Chief was wondering if had hit the right place. In fact, not every twenty-year-old looks...like him. He thought that mere presence was enough for the interlocutor to weigh his words, but the Utsumi tried to speak to his conscience - he was to lend his skills to DEFEND THE COUNTRY. Ha! Good! Need the nerve to propose something like this to a representative of the underworld. He spoke beautifully about how his proposal would most likely be welcomed by a man of this caliber and status. Kaoru guessed that they were getting some training in flowery talk or successive persuasion at the higher levels. It didn't work this time, he wasn't going to suddenly start working for the police, not even for a moment. The distance between them was too great. He wasn't even convinced by the story of a half-cut friend. Until Kizaki came with the information that the TV man was indeed Musashi Miyamoto, one of his next victims was Retsu Kaioh, and he himself...was heading towards Shinjuku.

It would be rude not to welcome a visitor to your lands.

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* Onii-san - the term "big brother" or sometimes the person towards whom we feel fraternal 

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Hanayama Kaoru and Hanabi for Halloween 2023, as @jadinahanayama proposed - dressed as one of the most spooky couple: Jack "The Pumpkin King" and his Sally, from "Nightmare before Christmas"! And this is only 1/2 of my plan for this year 🎃

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I want to be Your Koi Fish - Nine Tails

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>30<

Hanabi could have guessed, it was to be expected! She sat there, completely relaxed and cheerful as always, with a cup of tea in her hand. Probably green, Arashi had exactly the same dexterous hand for the matcha brewing ceremony as her mother. Before she turned her head in her direction, Hanabi almost sprinted upstairs and hid in her old room, making up an excuse for  father on the spot. She was pretty sure he didn't believe it, he knew her too well. Yes, she ran away. It still hurt...and running away was so selfish and stupid. Even worse, Kaoru was there. After all, she promised to be his dragon, and dragons don't run away, they bravely face adversity. She didn't understand her reactions, not one bit. She sat down on the floor, her back against the edge of the bed, and hugged the pillow tightly to her chest, trying to calm herself, but she couldn't help but bite lip nervously. Tears flowed without waiting for permission.

- Auntie, why are you crying? - she heard a thin voice in front of her.

A sweet, red-haired angel with huge, sparkling eyes, as if a bit brighter than usual, dressed in a colorful t-shirt and close-fitting jeans stood in front of her, watching anxiously. She should have wiped her face, said she had something in her eye, or some other crap...that she was fine! Or that these are memories, after all, it's her room and she hasn't been in it for a long time. Yes, that's exactly what she'll say!

- I...sorry...Fubuki... - she moaned, barely recognizing her own voice. - I'm sorry for everything that happened to you...

- Auntie, you saved my life, don't cry! - replied the resolute girl, coming to stroke her black hair. - And this ability is great! I'll get it! I can lift the soap now!

She couldn't help but hug her. Small hands clasped the nape of her neck, the round head pressed into the shoulder area. She was so pleasantly warm, but she felt something else. Another pair of arms, gently embracing both of them. She looked up until she met a pair of mischievous, laughing blue eyes framed by a storm of red hair. Her voice was stuck in her throat, she wanted to say so much, explain so much, and apologize for more, begging forgiveness on her knees.

- Mom! Aunt Hanabi has a baby in her tummy! - the girl said seriously.

- How do you know, honey? - Shizuka asked.

- I hear two hearts, will be boys! - She replied happily, throwing her ponytails and cuddling tighter to her aunt. - One smarter, the other stronger, just like aunt and uncle!

The black-haired girl probably didn't quite register the information. Shizuka looked at her absolutely shocked, then squealed happily and burst into kisses.

- Ooh! Congratulations Hanabi! - she chirped. - I'm so happy, I'm going to be an aunt!

- And... but you... you're not mad at me? - Mrs Hanayama groaned. - I know it won't help, but I'm sorry again for everything...

- You're still a goofball, little sister! - The redhead chuckled, then thought for a moment. - I know what happened, honey. A long time ago. As soon as you left, Fubuki came to me and said "auntie came back to earth". I wasn't mad at you at all. I guess it was hard.

It choked her. Probably too much weird information at once. She digested a few minutes before the information provided by her sister reached her, when she reflected, recalling the words of the little redhead.

- That what, whom, after what?! - she asked completely off-topic, stunned by the news.

She did not want to say anything during the family meeting, especially since the information was not confirmed. However, she told Kaoru shortly after returning home, and he immediately happily lifted her into the air smiling so that she probably had never seen anything like it before. She brought him down to earth, reminding him that it was only a "vision" of a little girl for the time being, and that she herself had no symptoms, but assured that she would check as soon as possible. Fortunately, one phone call to the doctor was enough to make an appointment for the next day.

She entered the office full of apprehension, but at the same time seething with enthusiasm. On the one hand, she was wildly happy, on the other, she was afraid that something might go wrong again. After all, she did not lead a simple, safe life, and in recent months it has become even more complicated. Examination wasn't pleasant or relaxing, she never really loved gynecological checkups, but there were moments when you had to grit your teeth. The result left no doubts.

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Sitting in the living room with his father-in-law and the others, he heard wild squeals from her room, but didn't feel the need to check what was going on. It didn't sound threatening, and they were in Soga's house, after all. He was able to relax for a while. They returned in silence, Hanabi apparently drowning in thoughts, from which she was not disturbed even by the question of whether she was hungry. It was suspicious. She woke up a little over supper, and after that she told him the most wonderful news he could have hoped for. Kid? Or even two? Twins?! Of course, she reminded him right away that it was just something she supposedly heard or sensed Fubuki, but he was incredibly happy. The next day he sat in the car nervously tapping his finger against his knee. It took her almost an hour to see the doctor, but she finally showed up with an expression very much like when she saw her exam results. She was stunned, as if she had forgotten the language.

- Yeah? - he urged, taking her hand gently. - So? what?

- I'm pregnant, Kaoru. - she blurted out, looking at him with sparkling eyes. - I don't know what surprised me more. The fact that they're really twins, or rather that Fubuki KNEW. We still have time to guess about the gender, but I think the little one may be right.

- OH GOD, TWINS IN THE HANAYAMA FAMILY! - Kizaki roared happily. - And boys! Hanabi-sama, this is wonderful news!

- Don't skin the wild boar, because we haven't hunted it yet. - The woman laughed, and Hanayama immediately remembered the head of a giant boar with which he had returned from his initiation trip.

- You're right, Hanabi-sama, but it's impossible not to be happy about such a fortunate turn of events! - he added, beaming to the limit, pressing the gas pedal. - My sincerest congratulations!

His deputy was right. Twins had never happened before in the clan, at least as far as he knew. On the other hand, his wife said that it was common in her family. Kitsune children multiplied without trying on, like rabbits. Each of her sisters had twins, and it was hard to expect that Hanabi would be any different. He caught her searching gaze, her bright green eyes boring into his mind.

-Something wrong, honey?

- Just try to limit me... - she muttered, still staring suspiciously.

- Hanabi, you should save yourself. - he sighed heavily. - It will be good for you and the children.

- Saving yes, that's why I got banned from extreme sports again, but I can't be immobilized! - She groaned. - I want to give birth to our children MYSELF!

- Okay, I don't know, but what does that have to do with anything? - he huffed, resting his arm on the car door. - I want you to be safe and well.

- THEN LET ME LIVE A NORMAL LIFE! This is pregnancy, not tuberculosis! - she barked nervously. - I can cook, clean, walk, swim... I should even do it! I have to move so that my body is physically able to give birth! I MUST be fit! If I can't handle something, I'll tell you! I swear!

Was he that importunate? He thought for a moment. In fact, she might be right. Previously, he had organized everything so that she didn't even have to get out of bed. He was at every beck and call, and even surpassed them. She didn't have time to think, and she got everything she could need. If not him, he organized bodyguards so that absolutely nothing was missing. He remembered her reminding him of this, and even stubbornly sleeping on the leather sofa in the living room for days, tragically offended. At the time he thought it was just hormones or something, but it turned out he was overprotective, Hanabi hated being petted. In all the euphoria of being pregnant, he had forgotten this small, irritating fact. He didn't know himself, absolutely, but he believed that the less he left on her head, the better, because she would experience less stress. He must have made a mistake, or was simply exaggerating. This time, too, she sat grumpy, crossing her arms under her breasts, looking out the window at the passing buildings. As usual, she took no prisoners. She was too tough for that. And sometimes she just stubbornly wanted to get her way.

- Okay, I'll stop... but if anything happens, tell me. - he murmured conciliatoryly, moving a little closer to her and placing his massive hand on her slim knee.

- I hold you by the word. - she murmured, leaning on his shoulder, then sighed loudly. - I'd eat something. Best meat. Lots of meat.

Hanabi's indomitable appetite was only intensified by the two tiny beings growing beneath her heart. He had never seen her eat so much at once. Dinner at home also "accidentally" turned out bigger than usual. He loved her cooking. He could honestly say that was one of the ways she seduced and enslaved him. He fell in love with her sukiyaki, gyoza, yakitori... out of hand, smelling shrimp in tempura, he was almost kissing his feet for the melt-in-your-mouth pancakes, and even though she still clung to the idea that her older sister was the absolute master of cooking, he would give her all the awards and titles in this category. the changes in her body also included the sharpening of the senses, which also gave the dishes that "dot on the i". He thought. She'd mentioned it once too... All four fit together perfectly, each with one sense sharpened, one slightly dulled. In the case of Hanabi, hearing was in the lead, which he had the opportunity to see many times, while his eyesight was lame. She could see very well, but if you showed her two almost identical drawings and asked her to find the slight differences, she would have a hard time. Pregnancy seems to level everything... up. He was sipping the last bite of his master omelet with green tea when he felt the tips of his fingers, with nails slightly longer than usual, wandering gently along the back of his neck. A moment later, she was embracing him, leaning into his slightly exposed shoulder, and he felt warm breath that sent goose bumps on his skin.

- Kaoru... - she purred like a kitty, near his ear.

- Are not you tired? - he asked naively, taking a small hand reaching under his partially unbuttoned shirt.

- Not. Rather hungry. - she answered low, placing a kiss on the cut cheek, then laughed a little. - Can you give me a bite?

- Are you sure?

- Absolutely, honey. - she threw, kissing passionately, adding with a sly smile. - And if you're worried about the children, you have no reason to. The doctor didn't mention anything, and babies like to be swinged.

It was probably the first time he had seen such excitement in her eyes. He knew she was attracted to her, she never hid it, but rarely had her bright green eyes sparkled so much, so hungry. It didn't take long to beg, especially since she, impatient, finally tugged at his shirt. Pregnancy stress was very damaging, and sex was a great way to relax and unload, so why not?