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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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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

>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

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?

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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

>29<

Remorse? Understatement! She felt as if she had thrown a shrapnel at her sister. Why her...why Fubuki...why not another, less susceptible child? Tossed by a heavy burden, she stormed into Shinogi's office and slammed the door just as violently. The red-haired man sipped his tea in peace. Upon seeing her, he immediately set the mug down on the dark countertop and gestured to the chair in front of him. She sat down obediently, as if summoned to the headmaster's rug, her heel clicking nervously. It seemed that he already knew something, the information reached him. She guessed that Ayame had enlightened him about what had happened, at least in part. The thought made her feel even worse. She pulled her skirt up over her legs, biting her lip.

- How much? - she finally asked in a shaky voice.

- But what "how much"?

- How much will it cost to get her back on her feet, Kureha? - she replied firmly.

- I don't know if you realize what you're asking. Shizuka never again...

- HOW MUCH TO GET HER ON FEET?! - She growled more and more annoyed. - I will cover all costs. Allow me at least this form of repaying some of the faults.

- She doesn't...

- Get her the best specialists, first-class care. Please. I will pay for everything. - she interrupted him again. - The cash is completely clean. I am paying, not my husband.

The doctor just sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead with one hand and pointing to the door with the other. She didn't wait for any translations. As she sat down, she got up and walked out, clicking her heels vigorously. She still had to elude her entourage to relieve herself by walking home.

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Fled. He didn't even notice when she disappeared from the hospital. He was waiting for her in the car, near the exit. There weren't many other ways, but he knew she was clever, easily finding a way to go undetected. He sighed heavily, signaling Kizaki that he would wait for her at home. She probably had too much energy again, she had to get rid of it. He hoped they wouldn't follow his example and they wouldn't have to look under Mount Fuji or anywhere else she might go.

She came back just as he was about to let people follow her. It was approaching midnight, and Kizaki and the others were barely sitting on their asses with nerves. So was he, but he couldn't let it show. She looked relatively normal, except that she was so tired that she barely heard him ask "where have you been?" She just waved her hand, muttering something unintelligible, and headed for the bathroom, leaving her shoes carelessly tossed around the front door. She fell asleep like a stone...or maybe he just thought so, because he himself fell like the dead. But something made him wake up. It was two o'clock in the morning on the clock. Hanabi was gone, she left, leaving the corner of the quilt open and the doorway from the bedroom open. He couldn't see any blaze of light, so she probably wasn't sitting around eating another jar of chocolate. Although who knows, she was so skilled that she could easily do it in the dark. He found her in the living room, curled up under a dark blanket. Raven hair was illuminated by a silver glow mixed with the glow of the surrounding colorful neon lights coming through the opened blinds. She turned around, clearly feeling his presence, and he sat next to her.

- I can't sleep and I didn't want to wake you up... - she murmured softly.

- Nightmares again? - He asked.

It was not the first time they met in such a situation, not always at night. When they met, it happened from time to time, then calmed down, only to return after the wedding, but it ended after a few weeks. As if she overcame what was bothering her. The unreasonable, unfounded remorse seemed to come back like a boomerang.

-I saw her again. She said that I shouldn't be there, I'm useless, it's best that I die... - she whispered downcast, sitting down and snuggling into him. - ...because I only create problems for normal people.

He knew from the beginning that her mother-in-law was a "cute little person." She didn't hide this fact from him, and she herself did not play nice during their first and last meeting. From what Hanabi told, she seemed to be completely normal, nice loving - until the last pregnancy. It was during the time when she carried it under her heart that something happened that no one expected. The mother of three rejected the fourth child, treating it as someone else's, unwanted, redundant and poisonous. Hanayama was surprised that Goro tolerated such a thing for 10 years, but on the other hand, he rather loved her, he still gave her a chance that the woman did not take advantage of. Despite her father's immense love, Hanabi emerged from the situation horribly wounded. She didn't admit it often, but he knew it still hurt. He saw that all these mood swings or severe depression in difficult situations, especially family ones, were connected with old scars that were still bleeding. It was enough for something to wobble, and she felt it twice. Trying not to move her slender body away from him, he lay down next to her to get rid of gloomy thoughts with a bear hug.

Several weeks have passed. Hanabi admitted that she secretly funds her sister's stay in the hospital, but does not want to bother her with her presence. After all, they had not previously parted under cordial circumstances. However, when her father called with a proposal to have dinner together, she agreed immediately, probably not even thinking that her siblings might also be present. All three appeared, including a bunch of children and a redheaded doctor. Oh yeah, he almost forgot he was going to be his father-in-law's next son-in-law. What a small world... There was also Shizuka, sitting comfortably in an armchair, sipping green tea. The bandages were barely visible under the thin blouse. Quite naturally, he went to the living room and sat on the couch, while Hanabi froze for a moment after taking off his shoes, then muttered something to Goro and disappeared upstairs. When he looked at Soga, he just waved his hand as if to say that she would be fine and would probably be back soon. He looked around. At the table sat him, father-in-law, Shinogi, blooming Ayame, as if more conciliatory than usual, completely relaxed Shizuka knitting a sweater and tall, dark ginger Yuri. Judging by the sounds from the kitchen, Yui was in charge behind the wall, calmly assigning tasks to her twins. Outside the window, in the garden, he saw Hyo and Arashi stretching and practicing side rolls, and Razu and Ren appeared out of nowhere, sitting next to their blonde-haired mother. The only thing missing was a small, hellishly dangerous fox with two fiery ponies on top of its head. The memory of the events in the Arena chilled his blood every time, especially since he had heard the story of how the girl's extraordinary ability had awakened. Neither was in any way appropriate for such a small child, but life had its theories about it.

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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

>28<

It was the strangest knock-out of her life. She'd never remembered much, never seen anything...and this time she was absolutely sure she had seen HER. As soon as she closed her eyes, intoxicated by her sister's blow, Sakurai appeared under her eyelids, gracefully turning towards her and extending her hand, and she... she grabbed it. Was it affect? Too many kitsune connections for one lifetime! Fortunately, after waking up, she did not see Master Inari again, but her concerned husband, cradling her to his massive chest. The situation would be incredibly romantic if it wasn't for the loud, very low rumble coming from her belly. Kaoru only half-smiled, handing her a box prepared earlier for the occasion. She wasn't so naive as not to foresee that the probability of such a blow was very high. Luckily, I managed to keep the excitement until the very end. She didn't manage to touch the fragrant food when Shigeru's grandfather rushed into the waiting room like a hailstorm with Yui following him, suspiciously squinting her eyes.

- How could you cover up something like that?! - he growled at his youngest granddaughter. - In front of me?!

- I told you I wasn't cut out to be a master, you didn't listen. - she replied calmly, taking a bite of spring roll with meat.

- But... the ninth tail?! Hanabi!

- You'd probably find that an excuse that's hard to prove, so we agreed that the best solution would be to make you see it with your own eyes, Soga-san. - Kaoru added, embracing his wife. - Hanabi being a teacher in your school is a really bad idea, especially when you have the perfect candidate behind you.

- After all... after all... - he stammered, not knowing what to answer. - It's only her... only Sakurai...

- Oh, that's right. Greetings from great-grandmother Sakurai, grandfather. - she added, devouring the shrimp whole.

She devoured the entire container at an alarming rate, restraining herself from belching in company. It seemed that one fire had done all the roasts she had planned. She felt great with that thought, snuggling into the protective arm in the white suit. Suddenly, however, the ground trembled, and Hanabi felt such an unpleasant feeling that she almost vomited her meal. As if it had imploded on its own.

- Sweet Inari...no... - she whispered, throwing the bento to the ground and breaking free from the embrace. - Fubuki!

She ran as fast as she could, guided by a strong feeling that something very bad was going on and she had a big part in it. She had never felt this way before. Never, except... the day her astral body entered her tiny niece. Kaoru and Yui followed her. They found them in one of the side corridors. Battered Chiharu, guarding three girls, a huge man in a tight t-shirt and Shizuka held by the throat by his huge paw, gasping for air.

- Mom... - sobbed the little redhead, and the ground trembled again.

- Then why don't you go out with me, sweetie? - the bully chuckled.

- You're not my type, nice guy ... - replied the lady mechanic with difficulty.

- Shizuka! - Hanabi shouted, rushing forward.

- I'll be fine, Hana, step aside! - The older one growled, something crunching under her clenching fingers.

Shiba barely held the struggling girls, he didn't stop one of them. Agile and flexible like Fubuki's mother, she jumped ahead of the rest, her face flooded with tears, trying hard to hold back an outburst of tears.

- Let go of mom... - she said through clenched teeth.

- Oh, come on, this little one is ordering me around! - the guy laughed. - Adorable!

- Fubuki, baby... - Shizuka groaned. - Calm down, breathe...

Hana felt it again, swayed on her feet, leaning on her husband's arm. As if for a moment she lost all strength, which returned in a moment, hitting her head directly, causing a strong pressure. A bit like when, using her energy, the Mythical Fox materialized. She heard a wooden door slam behind her.

- RELEASE MOM! - the girl shouted, and Mrs. Hanayama even saw an aura emanating from her.

It was white as snow and as powerful as an atomic bomb. Fubuki, probably unconsciously, hurled the gnarled parts of the door towards the bruiser with great force. But no one could have predicted that this untamed power would reach someone else. One of the fragments hit the man, no doubt piercing the lung and reaching the heart. The second... hit the red-haired woman right in the stomach. The dead man's blood mixed on the floor with that of a young lady mechanic falling to the ground. However, she gathered herself to get up with the last of her strength, limping to the baby and hugging it as safely as possible to her breast.

- It's okay, Fubuki...it's okay... - she whispered into her ear, losing more and more blood with each passing moment. - Breathe, honey. You're not to blame. It was an accident...

She was eavesdropping, which she shouldn't have, but she knew her sister wouldn't tell the whole truth, not right away. Hanabi kept an impassive face, even though inside she was shaking with nerves, just like the rest of the family gathered in the corridor. Shizuka had a workshop to support, three kids... and it looked like absolutely everything was going to go to hell. Even their father's financial support wouldn't last long. She listened as the doctor, in a typical, professional tone, told the redhead that there had been irreparable damage to the reproductive organs, the shrapnel had penetrated too deep not to cause a catastrophe. She had to undergo an expensive operation to be able to function normally, continue her usual life, then rehabilitation, so that the scars would be mobile after all. She was never to give birth again. Hanabi felt a weight crushing her chest. The older one adored the little ones, she always looked after them with great care and devotion, no matter if it was hers or one of the sisters. She muttered that the relationship with Chiharu was great, she hoped that it would result in one or two ... and life served such a blow. No... actually, the youngest did it, admittedly completely unintentionally, not of her own free will, but she had a hand in this tragedy. Mrs. Hanayama passed the doctor in the doorway, then locked the room. In the bed across from her lay a red-haired woman wrapped in a mass of bandages around her stomach, hooked up to drips and other bags. Even though she tried to keep her cool, it was obvious that the information had crushed her. There was a lot of suffering on his tired face.

- Shizuka... I... I'm sorry... - the black-haired girl choked out through her constricted throat. - I had no idea it would end like this, that Fubuki would be so vulnerable that she's even...

- Quit, Hanabi. - her older sister interrupted sharply. - Go away, I need to think about a few things, rest.

- I... sure. - Hanabi muttered, turning towards the door.

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@jadina-hanayama-blog persuaded me into it 🙈 and since I LOVE "Night Before Christmas", couldnt not to use this idea 🥹

Kaoru and Hanabi as Jack and Sally 😈 as an art for Halloween 2023!

For making it a bit easier and faster, because of other autumn/Halloween projects in waiting, i'm using this great pose made by @darkgrimreaper91 / @mrdark91 as a base ❤️💜❤️💜 just love the vibe 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

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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

>27<

He looked uncertainly at his wife, who was equally unwilling to approach Byakko's gate. Really, it's ironic that one of the passages was named after that. Single elastic stitches were reflected on his pale face, and one of the paramedics had wrapped a bandage around his forearm to stop the bleeding. Ultimately, he expected to go into the final in worse shape. Yes, however it looked, whatever form her opponents were, Hanayama was pretty sure she would make it to the end. Her trade as a contract killer and training with her husband made her ready for virtually anything, any kind of foe. It is true that the arsenal of weapons was much smaller, but it did not cause her any problems. And now, she was about to face what should have given her a final pass to freedom. She wasn't going to win, but that didn't mean she was going to give up. She placed her fingers on one of the wings of the passage when he stopped her with a wave of his hand.

- I love you, Hana. - he whispered, leaning in.

- I know, honey. - she replied, kissing him gently.

His heart stopped for a moment as they approached the judge. Sisters shook hands, and he felt again that they had created a warm breeze, blowing everything around him. One of the headlights illuminated Hanabi more, and he rubbed his eyes in surprise. He had the impression of a bright light reflecting off the white fur of the slowly moving nine tails. In fact, tails seemed to stick out from behind his sister-in-law's back as well, except that he saw four, inky black, scorched green. He blinked a few times as he heard the drum start the fight, and the phantom disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. The fight escalated very quickly, they did not hold back from anything. For the first time he understood what it meant to say that they were Yin and Yang. They balanced perfectly, blocking each other's blows, anticipating them, dodging them successively. They set up blockades perfectly, the audience went crazy with the excess of emotions. He sensed the presence of the other Tokugawa gladiators behind him, including Baki stepping forward.

- I've never seen such craftsmanship and elegance in a fight in my life... - He sighed excitedly.

- The name 'Miyamoto' obliges, even if it's not officially on the birth certificate - Ayame muttered, standing nearby. - This fight won't end well. They never finished a match. I told my grandfather it was a terrible idea.

Hanabi took it as a point of honor to end the pointless dispute. Hanayama replied seriously.

- Hanayama-san! - Baki threw vigorously, pointing to the battlefield.

He guessed she was going to take advantage of this minor inconvenience, though he hoped she wouldn't. For a split second, you could see that she was aware of where the attack was coming from, but she didn't block it. A powerful knock-out knocked her unconscious, and her loose body, like a rag doll, flew to the opposite wall of the arena. All dirty with blood and sand, unconscious, with her head hanging over her chest so helplessly... Just like during the fight with Wu Song. He could barely see her breathing. Tokugawa and old Soga got up, Shigeru stared at the defeated body with horror. Gorokou was about to raise his hand to announce the winner when what Hanayama feared the most happened. To everyone's dismay, she got up. He had never seen such shock on his wife's grandfather's face before. He turned paler than the wall, seeing those pale green eyes, shining yet empty, devoid of any human reflexes. Nevertheless, Yui was surprised, as well as Ayame standing next to him, covering her mouth with her hand.

- Kitsune... - she whispered almost silently. - True Kitsune...

- What an unexpected twist! - roared the announcer tirelessly. - Hanabi Hanayama stood up as if nothing had happened, still able to fight!

He guessed that while the family kept few secrets from each other, his father-in-law had omitted an awkward fact that he was sure he knew. His blood froze at the sight of the charge, which his sister-in-law barely repulsed. It was no different with subsequent attacks, full of energy, strength and animal instinct. In this state, Hana was fighting for her life, literally and figuratively. Affect brought out the id, the animal element of personality, from her nature. It seemed as if she had forgotten that she had no intention of winning, successively pushing her sister into the corner when something happened that certainly neither of them expected.

- KILL HER, YUI! - Shigeru roared at the top of his throat. - SHE was right! Kitsune is a beast! KILL!

In an instant, he decided to storm the arena to protect his wife, but a surprisingly strong, firm hand held her back. He looked into the emerald green eyes of Ayame, who clearly forbade him to leave. Something told him that he should listen, even though his heart said otherwise, yearning for a small black-haired woman slowly staggering on her feet. In the end, Yui skillfully put the lock on the frail neck, and Hanabi, struggling to escape, was visibly out of breath. Finally, it fell loose, and the referee hastily declared the end of the tournament and the winner, Lieutenant Soga Yui. Hanayama burst through the wooden wings like a storm, nearly ramming the rushing rescuers, reaching the body on the ground. He heaved her into a sitting position, listening for any signs of life. Finally, he heard...a soft snore.

- Don't worry, I didn't kill her. I couldn't, it's My Yin. - the master whispered. - Actually, I think she fell asleep on her own...

In fact, Mrs Hanayama turned around to snuggle into his purple shirt. He smiled to himself as he lifted his wife in his arms, then nodded towards his sister-in-law. It was fitting to honor the winner of the most unique tournament he had ever participated in.

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* Id - according to Freud's theory of psychoanalysis, one of the three parts of the human personality, next to the ego and the superego; Id is supposed to be unconscious, instinctive, driven by aggressive and sexual drive and pleasure, sitting deeply in the psyche, the most primal, motivating to action;

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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

>24<

Shinogi and Ayame? Judging by their last confrontation, he expected to meet his sister-in-law at the funeral of the red-haired doctor at most, and here it was such a surprise. He didn't have time to worry about it for long, however, because in the meantime Tokugawa announced the women's tournament they had been planning with Hanabi's Grandpa for a long time. The wife agreed to participate, but only to somehow ultimately dissuade Shigeru from returning to Okinawa and become a teacher. The old man, as they both imagined, had different expectations of the whole enterprise. All the more so, the woman has made proper preparation her priority. Again, she ate more, but also made butter eyes to her husband more often, so that he would help in training. He could not refuse it, especially since the further improvement in condition and strength would make them get rid of the last contraindication to their long-concluded marriage. He perfectly remembered the information she had given her to the room one evening at her grandfather's house - he had planned to divorce them, and Hanayama absolutely did not want to let that happen. It is true that from time to time, as part of getting used to different conditions and opponents, she allowed someone else to enter the mat, but Kaoru was still the highest suspended bar ... which she jumped pretty well. He quietly admitted that training with his wife had a positive effect on him, and he had a great time spending time with her. He was very curious about the challenges awaiting her in the arena, he wanted her to be as ready as possible.

Finally, they entered the arena, as usual full of spectators. The changing rooms and players' rooms were also not empty. Probably for the first time in his life he saw so many women in one place, and at the same time so many STRONG CONSTRUCTION women. Hanabi looked like a lame puff to some people, even though she still impressed with her muscles. One of them looked almost like a Hanayama, with the difference that the elongated belly replaced the perfect indentation to form the most perfect hourglass figure form he could see in this edition. Her thighs looked carved out of a large piece of marble, as were the rest of the muscles, but the prominent breasts, however, were apparently fake, probably to keep her body balanced. Next to her stood another, not much smaller, with a long braid. Hana watched calmly as she passed the players. She was twirling her upturned nose saying that the appearance meant nothing. She managed to find her sisters. They were waiting for her in the middle of the whole gathering, along with the proud Shigeru, with her hands tucked in the wide haori sleeves. Baki was also hanging around nearby, apparently intrigued by the fights, and Kozue, quite uncertainly looking around at the surroundings. There were all three, though only two in sportswear. Ayame did not enter the competition for obvious reasons. The slightly rounding tummy became more and more visible. She was assisted by a Shinogi whom she seemed to have graciously decided not to kill yet. There was even Chiharu with Shizuka, and a wreath of girls around him, including a feisty ginger toddler, winking coquettishly at his favorite scarred uncle. The mechanic chose elastic pants with legs widening from the knee, tied with strings on the sides of the hips and a tightly fitting, slightly sparkling T-shirt. She was tying her hair in a high ponytail as the Hanayama family approached. Yui, wearing a voluminous sweatshirt with a hood over her head, walked over to her sister, shedding the covers and revealing ... a very masculine hairstyle that he apparently hadn't noticed lately.

- See you in the final, my Yin. - she muttered, shaking her hand.

- See you, my Yang. - echoed the green-eyed, squeezing the served fingers.

He could even feel the aura emanating from those two. All they had to do was shake hands and he felt a strong gust of warmth, or so he thought. Moments later, they took off their sweatshirts, Hana also slipped off long, elegant pants, revealing sporty, quite loose shorts hidden under them. In this respect, she did not change a bit - the fact, if the situation was urgent, she did not run to change, but having time to prepare, to fight or train, she always stood in sports clothes, which this time were maroon, slippery shorts and tight round breasts top. And beloved sneakers on her feet. Under her outer clothes, she hid a great reason to be proud, and a little of his - a body so solidly refined that there was nothing else to do but a whistle of appreciation, which he had not culturally done. A flat belly with round, delicate cubes, oblique muscles forming a harmonica, leg muscles that he probably had never seen on her before, and the sight of a perfectly feminine quadrilateral on her back, decorated with a colorful masterpiece from the hands of Horitatsu, made him hot. Yui had the shape of a typical soldier - strong, solid, he suspected that she might rub cheese on her stomach. Triceps on strong arms were knocking out from under the skin, while she made single turns of the shoulder joints. Were it not for a woman's breasts and a special build from the waist down, he might have mistaken her for a heavily packed, but small man.

- Amazing ... - Kozue sighed, leaning on her boyfriend. - How it's possible? After all ... after all ...

- Both have excellent conditions for building muscles, absorb every gram of protein while making the most of the energy from glucose, ketone bodies and fatty acids. - Kureha explained. - These two are walking mesomorphic power plants, their bodies can't put energy off until later. Not much, anyway.

- And they always ate for three, especially meat! - Shizuka laughed. - When my grandfather insisted that vegetarianism was just my prank, I gave them my portions under the table. And so they took refills.

The crowd in the stands clearly called for entertainment. He was waiting for her in the corridor. He saw the surprise of the audience when, instead of the crowd of broad-shouldered men, including famous and popular men, someone else appeared. The Kitsune sisters were by far the smallest of all. The rest either knocked out huge muscles or height, even both. He had seen few people like them, and the two tallest ones they passed when they entered Tokyo Dome, he didn't even have to look for. They differed in size and outfit - instead of typical sports clothes, they chose something that looked more like swimming costumes, very cut out.

- We are all used to the smell of testosterone from this battlefield, strewn with the blood and bones of the fallen, and as our venerable host says: nothing is worse than stagnation! - the announcer said loudly. - Today, instead of powerful men, you have probably the only such opportunity in the history of the Underground Arena to check whether the strength is really a woman!

To his surprise, the crowds roared happily, and Tokugawa, along with Shigeru's grandfather, sat in their box, eagerly awaiting the fighting. Old Soga was clearly looking at only one of them. Hanayama bristled at the mere thought. He did not have time to share it with his wife, because she was called out first.

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It's been a long time since she felt so excited! She had the opportunity to participate in mini-tournaments at her grandfather's many times, or even more amateurs at Wu Song's, but it was different here. I guess she was beginning to understand what her husband liked about it, and the fights hadn't even started. She was called, making her shudder in surprise. She hadn't expected to be the first. However, she guessed that it had not come to this by lot. Probably her grandfather, watching her closely, wanted to find out as soon as possible what she had learned during the time she was away from the family dojo. She looked at one of the screens she passed in the corridor, where the first line of combat appeared.

- "Tsunode, Mai"? - She read quietly.

- Know from somewhere? - the husband asked.

- And in life, I don't know a man. - she replied, waving her hand.

She hadn't expected that as she approached the gate in the Byakko* corner (ha! Good joke!), She would see a face she hoped not to see again. On the opposite side, already in the Arena, stood a tall, slender blonde with a black eye patch. She tied her long hair into a ponytail, and as soon as she noticed the speechless, black-haired woman, she smiled coquettishly, waving gently and sending a kiss. Mrs. Hanayama clenched her teeth in anger as she nervously grabbed her husband's sleeve.

- Tell me, honey, how many times can you fuck ONE bitch ?! - she drawled.

- But you know her? - Kaoru was surprised.

- It's that bleached rag who was going to kill me at the wedding! - she huffed impatiently, taking off her shoes. - Well, change of plans. I'll handle it differently.

She tugged her shorts a little, shooting a wide rubber band at the steel belly, then extended her hand toward him.

- What ... oh no no ... no. - he muttered reluctantly, waving his index finger in front of her nose.

- YES! The end justifies the means, My Bear. - she replied, clearly impatient. - I know perfectly well you have at least one bottle.

He sighed heavily as he pulled a thirteen-year-old bourbon from his inside pocket. She twisted the cap and it clicked unhappily under tightly clenched, slim fingers. She gobbled up over half a liter in a gulp. She swayed slightly, handing the rest to Hanayama.

- Hana, what have you come up with? - Ayame huffed, growing behind their backs. - Are you gonna fight drunk?

- Got me! - Threw dispassionately younger, hiccuping softly.

She shook her head, then started briskly forward, in a light slalom. She was going to get it as fast as possible without losing consciousness, and the only way she could think of was ... alcohol. She still remembered Wu Song's** movements, was able to repeat them, and although he had never really taught her drunk boxing, she was going to use it. She remembered his arguments, especially about He Xiangu, the only female deity in the Zui Quan pantheon. The epitome of femininity, combining the styles of other masters. The blonde standing in front of the corner gate, Seryuu***, was clearly glad to see the black-haired girl. Just the opposite of Hanabi. They stood facing each other, Hana bristled hearing the soft voice.

- I'm so glad to see you again, Shiro Kitsune-san! - the opponent laughed. - Another opportunity to taste your wonderful blood!

- Fuck off. - Mrs. Hanayama huffed shortly, trying not to hiccup.

- Apart from the use of weapons, all holds are allowed. - said the judge, then sent them to their positions.

She clearly felt her head buzzing. It is not a very pleasant feeling, especially if you have not had large amounts of strong alcohol in your blood for several months. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the body swirl. She turned abruptly, lowering her body to the ground as she heard accelerated footsteps sinking into the sand. She straightened to a standing position just as quickly, shifting her head between Maja's legs and carrying her on her shoulders, and after a while, feeling her hands touch the ground, throw her away from herself, jump off the ground and apply a wrestling throw, crushing her opponent. She heard the dull thud of bones and the strangled scream of the blonde. Okay. Hana unwrapped herself like a gel on the window on a warm day, adopting a posture similar to that of Muay Thai. The blonde got up hastily, slashing with a barrage of blows, which Mrs. Hanayama easily avoided, twisting like a blade of grass. With grace and finesse that she had never suspected in her life, she kicked back a few somersaults to gain some distance. Mai was barely out of breath, but she didn't look disheartened, piercing her maddened gaze.

- Reliable as always, Shiro Kitsune-san! - she growled maliciously, spitting blood. - How I love you!

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*Byakko - one of the Guardians of Heaven, Bai Hu, the White Tiger, guardian of the west, fall, law and souls of the dead, ruling the winds; Byakko is also a term for the white Kitsune, the omen of death / happiness; Shigeru's grandfather attributed Hanabi to the element of air as well;

**Wu Song - according to Tales from the Riverbanks, Wu Song is portrayed as a Song Dynasty rebel, a drunk boxing champion; for Hanabi he is a master from the school she inherited by inheritance law, based on a will;

***Seryuu - Blue Dragon, one of the Four Guardians of Heaven, deity of the east, spring, giver of fertility;