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Here's chapter 3, ahead of schedule

For Want of Control

“Akuha, dear, please leave us to talk alone.”

“Yes.”

“…”

“…how awful. What a complete mess for us. Who would have expected him to just wander in like that?”

“Those circumstances aside, perhaps a strong retraining is in order.”

“I agree. What a colossal failure this turned out to be…”

Akuha’s eyes suddenly burst open, and the voices evaporated into nothing. She pulled herself to a sitting position and took a deep breath. It was only a dream. She placed a cool hand on her bare breast, feeling a heartbeat that was more rapid than usual. Why had she dreamt of that, of all things? That was a lifetime ago, the story of a weak, stupid little child. But, Akuha was not weak. Not now. Now she was strong. Indomitable. And she would not allow such ancient, dark dreams to make her head hurt like this.

Glancing over, her eyes focused on the two dimly lit figures sleeping soundly next to her, snug in each other’s embrace. Infinitely peaceful, innocent. A small annoyance twinged through Akuha’s hazy drowsiness. That boy, Tsukune, looked far too content and satisfied at cuddling up with his new lover. Akuha’s own sweet, precious, innocent little sister. Now that she thought about it, maybe she had been too generous in allowing Tsukune this honor. Of course, it had been intended to make Moka happy, too, but why would Moka need this human to be happy? She reached down to brush a silver strand away from the girl’s face, and sighed. Surely, Moka didn’t really need Tsukune. Ultimately, he was just a nuisance, and undeserving of the leniency Akuha had shown him. And…she still remembered the discomforting sensation she had felt watching them in their afterglow. What was that, anyway? Whatever it was, this situation simply would not do. She needed to remind Tsukune of his position. Akuha would prove she was enough to keep her sister smiling. Tsukune was unnecessary. Moka would see. She had to.

She’s the only one I’ve shared everything with. The only one who could ever understand me…

Her last thoughts before her head flopped back on the pillow were about what to do with the troublesome boy tomorrow.

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“Tsukune, time to wake up.”

The boy yawned as the soft, gentle voice coaxed him out of his slumber into the brightly lit room. Not sunlight, for there were no windows. But all the lights had been switched on, and it sure felt like he had been asleep for a whole night.

“M-Moka?”

He blinked, his love’s face coming into view, and was then rapidly flooded with memories of the previous day’s “events.”

“Moka!”

He bolted up, a blush prominent on his features. Moka’s own cheeks were also flushed; clearly they were thinking over the same thing, shyness over their intimate acts rising to the surface.

“G-good morning, Tsukune.” She smiled hesitantly, and Tsukune noted how beautiful it was.

He returned the greeting, and looked around, getting his first non-groggy look at the chamber. And strangely, the ground felt like it was…rumbling?

“What’s going on, Moka? What’s this vibration? Where’s Aku—Akuha?” He was nervous to mention her, given what they had done yesterday, too.

Luckily, Moka didn’t seem to take notice. “I don’t know,” she confessed. “I’ve only been up a little longer than you. She was already gone by then, and in fact it was the rumbling that woke me.”

Tsukune nodded, scratching his head. All of a sudden he realized, while Moka had gotten dressed, he was still stark naked. Despite having bared himself in full to Moka last night, his brain currently lacked the cloudy lust to remove his discomfort at being seen in his birthday suit.

“Umm, are there clothes for me somewhere?” he stuttered, pulling the blanket up to cover himself.

Moka chuckled. A sweet, low melody. She pointed over to the nearby dresser, where a simple shirt and pants were laying, neatly folded. “I’m guessing those are for you.”

“Could you toss them over here?”

Sighing in amusement, she complied. And when Tsukune rose to put on the garments, she even turned her back to him. Although, to be honest, not looking didn’t accomplish anything. The image of his firm body was seared into her mind after last night, and she could access it any time she wanted. In fact, she realized how strange it was that she was even entertaining such thoughts. Usually her mind was much more reserved and conservative. Perhaps the wild passion and abandon she had experienced had loosened her up a little, figuratively speaking?

In short order, Tsukune had dressed and walked over to Moka. She turned back to him, unsure what to say.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, tentatively trying to avoid any awkward silences.

Moka was caught a little off guard by the question. “Y-yeah,” she replied. “It was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time, I guess that’s not surprising since, u-um…well, you know, you and m-me…” Tsukune smiled widely. It wasn’t often he got to see this cute, nervous side to Inner Moka, but the way she was stammering and blushing was making this a very good morning. “Actually… I had a dream,” she said, regaining some composure. “Well, more than that, I think…I think I spoke to Omote.”

Hearing something like that made Tsukune’s heart spontaneously jump in his chest. “Wha-what? What do you mean you spoke to her?”

Looking down, Moka fiddled with the rosary between her fingers. “Well, I—”

“Moka! So good to see you!”

Moka and Tsukune turned with a start as the door flew open. With a lovely smile on her face, Kahlua entered gracefully. Immediately spotting her baby sister, she rushed forward and crushed her in a great bear hug, squealing joyfully, leaving Tsukune to stare as Moka couldn’t keep her balance against the sudden force, bringing the two girls crashing to the floor.

Rising a moment later, Kahlua stepped back an inch and brushed her dress off. She looked just as much like a princess as the last time Tsukune had encountered her. Blonde locks framing her lovely face, a pure white dress wrapped around her warm, surprisingly olive skin, capped by a glittering tiara; clumsy as she was, she was still quite a sight. Kahlua turned her attention to him and gave a pleasant smile in greeting.

“So Akuha brought you, too,” she beamed. “I hope you don’t think too badly of me after our meeting in the Snow Village!”

Tsukune wasn’t sure how to answer that. Hell, he wasn’t sure what to think of her. Such a sweet, beautiful woman who loved her sisters…who could half transform into a raging beast and run them over like a freight train while shedding psychotic berserker tears. He was trembling slightly just from being in her presence, remembering their last bloody encounter.

Regardless, he assured her there were no hard feelings, not wanting to be impolite, though subconsciously he took a small step back.

“Kahlua, what’s going on?” Moka finally asked. “Where are we? Where has Akuha-neesan gone?”

“Oh dear, she really didn’t tell you anything, did she.” Kahlua rested her cheek in her hand. “Listen, you two. Right now we’re aboard the Fairy Tale Zero Subdivision Homeship SSO1. Akuha brought you guys here yesterday, but the pilot was only given the order to lift off this morning.” She walked over to the bed and took a seat on the rumpled covers. “As for Akuha, she’s in the conference room, briefing the other division leaders on her latest status. Honestly,” she huffed, “I got here last night and she still hasn’t come to say hi to me. Someone needs to teach that girl proper behavior,” she pouted.

While she went on about how hurt she was that her sister was slighting her, Tsukune was focused on only one thing she said. Fairy Tale.

That’s right… We’re in enemy territory.

With all the spirited and eventful happenings yesterday, it had eventually slipped from his mind that he and Moka were essentially prisoners, captives surrounded by unknown numbers of hostile ayashi. Well, hostile to him at least. Akuha would never allow any harm to come to Moka, but despite yesterday’s occurrences, he wasn’t betting he had the same protection. He had allowed his defenses to be lowered, but that was something he couldn’t allow to happen. Not in this situation. Moka may have been able to outclass him in combat skills, but he still felt he had to protect her from any danger.

“So why are you here?” Moka’s voice broke into his thoughts.

Kahlua primly folded her hands into her lap. “Well, I just returned from the Snow Village to examine our project’s latest progress, and I even ran into Kokoa and your witch friend during my stay.”

“Kokoa and Ruby?!” Moka blurted. “What were they doing there?”

“Apparently they had been summoned by the Snow Priestess, due to the effects our activity is having on the area.”

Moka and Tsukune cast a sidelong glance at each other.

“A-activity? What are you talking about?”

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Akuha glanced around the darkened room, her elbows sitting atop the round table, her chin resting on her interlaced fingers. She didn’t care much for these meetings. After all, Fairy Tale was a fairly loose organization. True, every commander there answered to a common superior, but as long as they didn’t deviate from their shared purpose – the eradication of the human world – they were largely given free reign over how to conduct their division’s operations. And while temporary partnerships were often formed between these divisions for any particularly challenging assignment that came along, theirs was not a rigidly structured and disciplined order. So why did they have to keep having these stupid debriefings?

“Akuha!”

The irritated voice caught her attention. Looking left towards the end of the conference table, she lowered her arms on the polished wood.

“Yes?”

The fuzzy image of their leader flickered. “I said, it’s time for your report. Please begin.”

The other television monitors around the table rotated, the figures on the other end giving their bemused attention to their fellow captain. Akuha scowled at some of the grinning faces. The nerve of them to seek enjoyment from her being reprimanded. There was Miyabi Fujisaki, that smug bastard, second in command of the Second Subdivision and Kahlua’s superior officer. He always looked far too sure of himself whenever they were in each other’s presence. As if she couldn’t lop that ugly smiling head of his right off his shoulders. Well, perhaps she shouldn’t. It might be frowned upon by the others – even if he wasn’t a division leader, his commander had him speak at these meetings often enough as though he was. Still, if the reports were accurate, it was his latest joint-operation with the First Subdivision that led to Moka being gravely injured, and it was taking all Akuha’s willpower not to try to reach through that screen and mutilate him. Not that that was possible, but still, it was satisfying to imagine.

“Of course,” she said. “As you may or may not know by now, last night I brought Moka Akashiya onboard the ship, along with her interesting human friend, Tsukune Aono.” She smirked, remembering the boy. “Both of them have been enrolled at the Youkai Academy chaired by Tenmei Misogamy, and Moka has been under his protection per the wishes of Akasha Bloodriver.” At that she threw a satisfied look of her own at her colleagues. “I know that some of you have been planning to capture her yourselves, but there is no longer a need. She is safely aboard my ship and here she will stay, until the time is right. I will keep watch over her till then, and make sure she is set to play her part,” she finished, pressing her fingertips together.

There were brief murmurs around the table before their superior’s firm voice broke through. Now, however, it was touched with a hint of disdain. “Yes, you have done well, Akuha. With this, the goal of your division, along with the second’s, fifth’s and seventh’s, are proceeding on schedule. The eggs continue to siphon off the spiritual energy from their host sites, and with Moka Akashiya in our grasp, the next stage will soon be set to commence.”

Whispers of approval traveled throughout the room. Akuha glanced at Miyabi, pride written all over her face. To her ire, though, his usual self-assured demeanor did not change.

“Very well,” the leader replied. “I’ve received copies of all your reports. Let this meeting be adjourned. Akuha, please remain for a minute longer.”

The other screens rapidly went black, leaving Akuha alone in the room. Well, sort of. The imposing figure of her superior still flickered lazily in front of her.

“Akuha,” the voice droned, “what is it you plan to do with that human? Why are you keeping him?”

The vampiress glanced down for a second. She should’ve known it was about that. How should she answer, though? Initially, she had captured him along with Moka for pure personal amusement. However, telling her commander the truth about last night definitely would not fly. She thought for a moment before responding. “Observational purposes,” she lied firmly. “This human possesses some of my dear sister’s blood in his veins, and I am interested in studying what effects it will have on his mortal body.” (She didn’t really care how it would affect his body.)

“Is that so…” the leader asked, intrigued.

“Yes.” Another idea struck her then. “What’s more, he might be useful to ensure Moka’s cooperation when we need it.” Her heart beat a little faster. Would her leader see through this?

“I see,” the voice replied monotonously. “Well, it’s not as if you couldn’t make the little girl obey anyway.”

Akuha frowned, not liking the unpleasant tone her chief’s voice took at that statement. But she held her tongue.

“And are you sure his presence will not be detrimental to our plan?”

Akuha glared at the screen, bitterness leaking through her words. “Don’t worry. I don’t plan on letting him corrupt Moka with his arrogant, anthrocentric views. I could be watching them right now, in fact, if you hadn’t scheduled this ridiculous session.”

“Check your tone, Akuha,” her superior warned. “You and the others need to be kept aware of everyone’s movements. These debriefings are not optional, and as a division leader, you are expected to do your duty and attend.”

“Yes, yes,” she replied impatiently. “I understand. And I have your assurance, right?” Her eyes narrowed. “No harm will come to Moka when we enter the next phase?”

The voice stayed silent a moment longer than Akuha would have liked, but then responded in the affirmative.

“Will that be all, then?” demanded Akuha.

“Yes. We will be in touch.”

The large screen then went dead. Akuha rose from her seat and made for the exit, emerging into the more normally lit hallway. Once outside, the girl let out a great exhalation, her shoulders slumping from their usually proud posture. God, she hated this official, bureaucratic bullshit. She hated it, but she had been trained from a young age to obey the orders of her higher ups. There was no changing that now. Akuha Shuzen was a well oiled, perfectly tuned machine, and she would accomplish any mission that was given her. Still, that didn’t stop her from fuming inwardly as she dragged herself through the corridor, thinking over the meeting. She had said she was keeping Tsukune as leverage against Moka just to provide a valid excuse, but it was true his life could be used as such, now that she thought about it, if she and Moka ever came to such antagonism. Although, Akuha was fervently praying they never would.

As she considered all this, her stomach suddenly growled noisily. She realized, she hadn’t eaten anything all day, having risen early to prepare for her report and completely skipping breakfast; the meeting itself had lasted well over an hour. But now it was lunchtime, and Akuha suddenly had a lovely idea that smoothly washed away the vile torture of the meeting she had just been through.

I have to alert the staff! she thought, her legs gaining a surge of energy, enthusiasm propelling her to get everything ready.

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“What…what did you just say?”

Kahlua looked apologetically at the two teens, who were struggling to take in the new information she had just relayed to them. Moka’s gaze was cast down, reservation on her face.

“Eggs?” Tsukune asked, alarmed. “You – Fairy Tale – planted these eggs all over Japan, including Mizore’s home? Why?! What exactly are these eggs?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you any more than that,” she said regretfully. “To be honest, even I don’t know everything about what the organization plans to do with them. That information is reserved for the division commanders.”

“So, would that mean Akuha knows?” asked Tsukune.

Kahlua nodded. “She is the captain of this division, yes, and this is essentially her base we are in.” Turning her head towards Moka, she examined her little sister’s face to try to gauge what she was thinking. “Moka…?”

“Then…” she paused, darkly staring at the floor. “That was the only reason you even attacked the village, wasn’t it. And Akuha-neesan, she knew about this, too.”

Tsukune wished he could take this all in as calmly as Moka was. But it was just too much. Some strange eggs that were draining the life from people’s homes – Mizore’s home – and all part of whatever diabolical scheme Fairy Tale to erase humanity. However, what really hit home, what made it even worse, was the sharp realization that, despite the extremely personal and intimate connection they had experienced yesterday, Akuha was still the enemy. She was still out to achieve a horrible end as part of this group. One night of unspeakably wild (and at first quite intimidating) sex wasn’t going to change that. Tsukune chastised himself. At some point during the recreation, in the recesses of his mind, he had actually entertained the notion that perhaps Akuha wasn’t so bad, despite all she had done, and that they didn’t have to be pitted against each other. But that was naïve. She was part of Fairy Tale, and she had to be stopped. They all had to be stopped. Somehow.

He glanced over at Moka. She now appeared to be equally pensive, unsure what to think about her sisters with this new knowledge. Especially the eldest, since the two of them had performed such forbidden acts so recently.

Kahlua, no matter what one might say about her, didn’t like seeing people upset. Least of all her sister and her cute friend. “Listen,” she said, trying to be comforting, “Don’t worry about all that. It’s nothing you need to concern yourselves with. Try not to think about it if it bothers you. You should just relax and enjoy your stay here. I’m sure Akuha will be very accommodating.”

Tsukune noticed she looked at Moka when she said that.

“I’ll tell you what,” Kahlua continued, fiddling with the earrings Tsukune well knew were anything but ordinary jewelry, “If you need anything, come and find me. I’m only here for a little while before I return to my own team, but I’ll help you any way I can.”

“Thank you,” Tsukune said genuinely, and the elegant woman turned back to him with a cheerful smile. Although, truth be told he didn’t know how much help she could really be. She was part of this organization, too, after all.

Their conversation over, Kahlua rose gracefully and smoothed out her gown. Before she could start for the exit, however, something very curious caught her attention. Her eyes flitted over the solitary bed, the coverlets and pillows disheveled, and Moka and Tsukune in clothes that seemed to be put on hurriedly. A small blush crept into her cheeks. “Oh my,” she breathed, delicately placing her hand on her collarbone. The teens looked back at her with confusion. “Did you two…share this bed?”

“Ah!” Moka gasped. “Kahlua! How could you ask something like that?”

Tsukune avoided meeting her eyes. He ruffled nervously with the top button of his shirt. “Tha-That’s none of your business.”

“B-but that means…” Kahlua trailed off. Then, without warning, her face burst into an ecstatic grin and she clapped her hands together. “My little Moka is a woman!!!”

Moka had no time to answer that before she was once again tackled mercilessly to the ground. Propping herself up over her little sister, Kahlua wore a broad smile filled with pride, before swooping down to catch the girl in a crushing hug. For his part, Tsukune fidgeted nervously, uncomfortable at having their new sex life being brought up so casually. But Kahlua took no notice, grabbing her sister’s shoulders.

“I can’t believe it!” she squealed, bombarding a stunned and blushing Moka with questions. “Did it hurt a lot for you? Did you enjoy it? Was he good? He is quite cute, I suppose! Are you two really a couple then? Ohhh, Akuha is going to get a kick out of this,” she grinned impishly.

“Akuha is going to get a kick out of what?”

Tsukune found it interesting how quickly the atmosphere of a room could change. The three of them had all been so distracted by the ruckus, they had not heard the door sliding open. Now, Akuha stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, eyes curiously scanning the scene before her. And Tsukune felt a subtle bristling on the back of his neck.

Suddenly embarrassed by her awkward position, Kahlua scrambled off of Moka and rose to her feet. She bowed elegantly before her older sister, a superior officer, seemingly unfazed by the situation she was in just a second before. It was only the endless lessons on how to be a proper lady she had received as a child that made it so effortless for her. “Greetings, Captain Shuzen,” she said. “Thank you for taking the time to see me and showing me great hospitality on your ship.”

Akuha dismissed her with a hand wave and a sigh. “Oh please, Kahlua. There’s no need for that. You know I hate the goody-goody stuff. Besides, I’m not your division leader. I’m your sister. Don’t be so formal.”

Kahlua blinked, as if confused, then a moment later let her face relax back into its usual joyful expression. She almost looked a little relieved. “If you say so, Akuha!” she chirped. Moving forward, she embraced her sister, who hesitantly patted Kahlua on the back, clearly less comfortable with this display. “How have you been?” Kahlua asked, pulling away. “It’s been such a long time, dear sister! And you didn’t come to greet me last night. That was a bit unusual, for you not to be punctual…” At this, she arched her brow slightly. “May I ask what you were doing?”

Tsukune saw that he was not the only one Kahlua had a penchant for making uncomfortable, as the smallest hint of a blush crept onto Akuha’s cheeks. He must’ve shown some amusement at her discomfort, for her eyes flashed almost imperceptibly at him in warning, and he swallowed, scared straight.

“I-I had urgent business to attend,” she stated hesitantly. “That is all. Division leader issues, if you must know. But don’t change the subject, Kahlua. I asked you, what am I going to get a kick from?”

Ignoring Moka’s protests, Kahlua leaned forward and whispered excitedly into Akuha’s ear. Pulling back a moment later, she saw that her sister’s eyes had become saucers, and her face a tomato. “Oho, isn’t it just the sweetest thing?” Kahlua cried happily, mistaking Akuha’s blush as one of shock and surprise. Moka and Tsukune knew better.

Clearing her throat, Akuha glanced pointedly at Tsukune, with a look that demanded to know who had sung like a canary. To be honest, she wasn’t even sure if her inclusion had been mentioned. “Y-yes, that is special news,” she coughed. “Anyway, I’m sorry that I made you wait, Kahlua,” she said, desiring to move away from that subject, much to Kahlua’s sadness. She obviously wanted to gush about it some more. Akuha glanced to her right, where Moka had taken up residence on the bed. Try as she might to keep her serious attitude, her first sight of Moka for the day made her face involuntarily drop its firmness and break into a light smile. “In fact,” she said, still looking at the white-haired girl, “let me make it up to you. It so happens I’ve asked the ship’s cooks to prepare something extra special today, to celebrate the arrival of my beloved sisters. You will join us, won’t you? They will still be busy in the kitchen for a while longer, but I would love to catch up with you and Moka until they’re done. How about it?”

Kahlua pressed her hands together delightedly, her disappointment fading fast. “Of course! That sounds wonderful. So Moka is coming with us, too?” she asked, looking at the younger girl. Moka stared between her two sisters, wondering how much “catching up” she and Akuha had to do after last night. She tried not to look too flushed at the thought.

The eldest Shuzen nodded. “She is.” She turned back towards the hallway and beckoned to them. “Come on, let’s go talk more in my quarters. The staff has orders to bring us our lunch there when it’s ready.”

Inclining her head in assent, Kahlua walked past Akuha out into the hall. The oldest sister turned back to the room. “Follow me, Moka,” she said.

Looking at each other, Moka and Tsukune felt they had no choice in the matter, even if they still felt uneasy from what Kahlua had said. Nevertheless, they made for the door, Moka in the lead. Whatever else they might feel about their current condition, they were getting hungry. Tsukune, however, still wanted to inquire about that dream she had mentioned, and made a mental note of it for later. Moka stepped out into the hall, but as Tsukune went to follow, Akuha’s arm suddenly shot out to block his path. He froze; for a second he thought it meant she was going to slice him in half. “No,” she shook her head. “You will not be dining with us, Tsukune. If you want to eat, you can go down to the mess hall with the rest of the crew. I should warn you, though, they’re not very fond of humans. Although you might’ve suspected that already, I guess.”

With that, Akuha spun around and exited the room, leaving a bewildered Tsukune alone, by himself. “Be thankful I’m allowing you this much,” her voice called back. “As a prisoner, I could just keep you in there and have them bring you scraps. Remember that.”

Tsukune blinked. “What just happened?” he asked himself. “Was she that unpleasant yesterday?” He groaned, rubbing his hand over his face, unable to really remember much about last night except slick skin and moaning. “Guess she remembered she hates humans,” he mused. “Well, I suppose that went about how I expected. I technically am a prisoner here, no matter what happened last night.” He swallowed. “Maybe she regrets doing something like that? In any case, at least she’s still treating Moka well. As long as Moka’s safe, she can do whatever she likes to me. But, I have to think of a way for us to stop what Fairy Tale is doing, no matter what. Everyone’s life depends on it.”

Pondering the morning’s events, Tsukune’s thought was broken by a growl from his stomach. “Oh yeah, I should go look for some food.” He left the room, glancing down both ends of the corridor, before sighing dejectedly. “Wait a minute. She didn’t tell me where it is…”

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Meanwhile…

“So, it’s settled then?”

The figures, no one of them in the same room, hunched over their monitors, gazing at the two other screens before them, perched along the edges of their tables. There was a palpable pause before another finally spoke.

“Moka Akashiya is with Division Zero. That means Akuha is going to be the one initiating the next stage of our plan, and soon.”

A third figure chortled. “Of course, if that were to happen, she’d likely become the hero of the ayashi world.”

The second man replied again, disapprovingly. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they eventually named her one of the next great Dark Lords. But, as you both might expect, such a thing would hardly benefit us.”

The third answered him. “Sooner or later, the other two current Dark Lords will die, and then, the time will be ripe for ayashi everywhere to name three new ones. And who better than us three, loyal members of Fairy Tale, who spearheaded the destruction of the human race? Our fame and glory will be great enough for us to be worshipped. And any past grievances any might have with us would vanish, naturally.”

The three stayed silent for a moment. At last, the first man addressed them once more. “Very well. So it’s agreed, my dear captains of divisions five and seven, we must obtain Moka Akashiya for ourselves. Our squads must work together for this.” He grimaced slightly. “We would have had the sample we need already, from our mission with the First Subdivision. It was agreed the sample would be shared for our common goal. But apparently, they do not share our ends after all. That Kiria stole the sample away, and it is tightly secured within the squad’s headquarters. But, rather than exert the time and manpower necessary to storm their base, I have a better idea.” The other two could see a faint grin spread across the speaker’s lips. “As luck would have it, one of my subordinates is currently aboard the SSO1, on leave visiting her sisters. I can instantly relay to her the decision we’ve come to, as she is in prime position to bring Moka to us.”

“Do you think she will, Miyabi?” the second asked uncertainly. “Abduct her own sister?”

Miyabi stayed calm. “She knows she must follow orders, even when it comes to family. She will do it.”

“And your own division leader,” said the first. “Do you speak for him?”

“I do,” came the cool voice of Miyabi. “He supports our position. Don’t worry about that.”

The other two nodded gravely.

“Well, if that’s all,” he went on, “let’s adjourn for now. I will contact you both again when I have Moka Akashiya in our custody.”

“Very well,” his partners agreed. “Until next time, then. Signing off.”

To be continued…

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As always, I give thanks to my readers, and thanks for the comments left so far. They’re always appreciated. Side note, I think this might just be the first chapter I’ve written in a looooooong time that had no sexual scenes in it. Woohoo for progress! Anyway, hope you’re enjoying, see you next time!
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