Chapter One-Hundred Twenty-One: Present over Past

Chapter 121

Present over Past

May 9th, 1982 - Neo Kobe, Shin-Yamato, The Tachibana Manor

It was the engagement party day between Jiro Tachibana and Noriko Nakamura. 18-year-old Jiro Tachibana sat on the deck, gazing at the koi fish pond. He wore his red-black hair in a chin-length shaggy cut and wore a deep red yukata with red koi fish on it, a black obi, and was barefoot.

He heard footsteps approaching him and turned to see an elderly Japanese lady with her gray hair held up in a claw clip. She wore a dark purple kimono with colorful flowers and tabi socks. She was Chiyo Tachibana, the paternal grandmother of Ichiro and Jiro and the mother of Hiroto. She knelt by Jiro, gazing at the pond with him.

Chiyo: “You look so handsome today, Jiro. Your grandfather, Koichiro, would be so proud of you.”

She said tenderly. Jiro bowed his head and heaved a deep sigh. Chiyo gazed at her grandson.

Chiyo: “Is everything okay, Jiro? You seem… pensive.”

Jiro forced a smile.

Jiro: “Yes, everything is fine, Grandmother.”

Hiroto came out dressed in a suit.

Hiroto: “Mother, Ichiro got a job working for a pharmaceutical company in the United States! I knew he would get a huge job someday, but it means he must leave the country!”

He said sadly. Chiyo gazed at Hiroto.

Chiyo: “He got a job quickly.”

Jiro looked away and scowled. It’s always about Ichiro, he thought bitterly.

Hiroto: “Because our Ichiro is a genius! Can we move the engagement party to another date?”

Chiyo: “Absolutely not!”

She said firmly and rose to speak with her son.

Jiro rose and went to the cabinet by the bar. He got a bottle of “malt vinegar” spray and sprayed it on his feet. Maybe this will keep that Viking weirdo from tickling my feet, he thought.

~

Hiroto did a dogeza bow to his 22-year-old son, Ichiro, in his bedroom. Ichiro wore a black Italian-cut suit, red pressed shirt, black tie, and black socks. Ichiro held Lucifer in his arms.

Ichiro: “I’m going to be moving overseas to work as a doctor and Jiro gets a party where he’s engaged to Nobuyuki’s spoiled, simpleton of a daughter.”

Hiroto: “Forgive me, Ichiro! Your mother and I will make it up to you.”

He cried.

Ichiro: “Sure, Father, I forgive you.”

He said with a forced smile. Hiroto raised his head and grinned.

Hiroto: “Really?”

Ichiro kept his strained smile intact.

Ichiro: “Yes, Father, who else will clean up all your messes? It won’t be Jiro. It will always be me.”

He said gently.

~

The engagement party began and was held at their house. Jiro knelt next to Noriko, who wore an orange kimono with Viking ships. She had her hair up in a Varg pin. Nobuyuki sat near her, wearing a black yukata, looking at his daughter with pride.

Yvette: “My dream is finally coming true! Jiro will be my Viking king, FOREVER!”

She giggled maniacally. Jiro groaned and rolled his eyes.

Nobuyuki: “I am so proud of you, my princess!”

He cried happy tears.

Ichiro approached them with Lucifer in his arms.

Ichiro: “Congratulations, Jiro, and thanks for taking over what was supposed to be my party, even though I’m the doctor and it’s me who cleans up everyone’s messes.”

He said with a saccharine smile.

Jiro: “Fuck off, Ichiro.”

He muttered. Ichiro heard him and shot him a glare.

Ichiro: “You’re going to regret that, Jiro.”

How did he hear me? Jiro wondered.

Yvette: “Don’t be jealous, Ichiro! If Jiro dies, I will marry you!”

She chirped. Ichiro and Jiro looked at her with horror.

Ichiro: “Oh, uh, great! I am going to go wash my hair and jump off a bridge.”

He said wryly as he left with Lucifer in his arms.

Jiro: “He’s not jealous.”

He rolled his eyes.

Yvette: “He is VERRRRRRRYYYYY jealous of you, Jiro-Kun!”

She exclaimed, spreading her arms out with emphasis.

Jiro: “Why would he be? He’s the most amazing, perfect doctor in the world.”

He huffed bitterly. Yvette rolled her head back with a scoff and a laugh.

Yvette: “Because you are sexier and you got the girl!”

She beamed, gesturing to herself. Jiro would have taken the compliment, but the girl infuriated him, and he was miserable with her. He was terrified to tell his father this. He didn’t want his head put through a wall.

Jiro: “Thanks…”

He muttered.

Yvette happily sighed and leaned onto his chest.

Yvette: “When we are married, you will grow a beard and wear your Varg slippers! You will stomp all around the house while we raise our Voyage of offspring! Our daughter will be called Vikki the Viking, and our son will be called Varg Jr.!”

She beamed. Jiro looked as if life was slowly being sucked from him as she droned on.

A devious look washed across her face, and she leaned close to his ear.

Yvette: “Then…, we will have naughty fun with the Varg robot all night!”

She whispered and giggled. Jiro gaped at her.

Jiro: “Uh, how about FUCK NO?! I can’t grow facial hair, and don’t want any of that!”

He blurted. Yvette’s smile dampened, and she pulled out her feather sword, holding it to his neck. Jiro froze when she had that to his neck and swallowed hard.

Yvette: “Stop lying, Jiro-kun! Stop hurting my feelings!”

She commanded.

Jiro: “D-Don’t tickle me with that…”

He stammered.

A wry smirk spread across her face, and she lunged at him, tickling him all over his neck and chest with her sword. Jiro burst out laughing.

Jiro: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

He laughed hard and tried to crawl away. Yvette grabbed his bare feet and recoiled.

Yvette: “Pee-yew, Jiro-Kun!”

She taunted him, fanning her face.

Jiro: “HEY! Don’t you DARE!”

He snapped.

Yvette: “The more your feet stink, the more I like them because they are like Viking warrior feet!”

She chirped and tickled all over his feet. Jiro screamed with laughter as she tickled his feet.

Jiro: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

He wailed with laughter. Yvette resumed tickling Jiro’s feet, and he whined with laughter.

Jiro: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

He laughed hard, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

Hiroto and Mayumi smiled at them.

Mayumi: “Look at the happy couple!”

Ichiro walked by and rolled his eyes.

Chiyo was about to interfere with Jiro and Noriko, but she saw Ichiro meet with a strange man. The man was a tall, thin white man with shaggy white hair, clean-shaven, wearing glasses, and wearing a suit with a fedora on his head. He was outside speaking to Ichiro. Chiyo went outside to them.

Chiyo: “Ichiro…, who is this man?”

The man removed his hat and held it to his chest.

Man: “Good evening, ma’am. I’m Borko Brava. I am a friend of Ichiro’s. He told me about Jiro’s engagement party, and I wanted to give a gift.”

He smiled at her, showing his crooked yellow teeth. Chiyo had a bad feeling about this strange man from the pit of her stomach.

Chiyo: “This is for family only.”

She said firmly. Borko nodded.

Borko: “I am so sorry, ma’am. Give Jiro and his fiancée my regards.”

He said coolly as he put his hat on and left.

Chiyo turned to Ichiro with a glare.

Chiyo: “I’ve never seen him before. Who is he?”

Ichiro: “A friend of mine, Grandmother.”

He smirked.

Chiyo: “...What are you up to, Ichiro?”

She narrowed her eyes.

Ichiro: “Nothing, Grandmother. Let’s get back and watch the show inside.”

He said wryly as he went back into his house. Chiyo glared at him.

~

Present time - 1987 - Pink Top City

That night, Celeste and Jaxon were in their bed naked. Celeste lifted his feet, inhaled his sweet peppermint-scented soles, and kissed his feet. Jaxon shivered and let out a peal of laughter. She fluttered her nails over his feet, and Jaxon erupted in laughter.

Jaxon: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHA!”

He laughed hard and squirmed. She snaked her arm around his ankles and brushed her soft green tresses across his soles.

Jaxon: “AIYYYYEEEEEEEEE WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!”

He laughed and gasped for air in between laughter. Tears welled in his brown eyes as he laughed hard.

Celeste smirked and stroked her hand up his thigh and tickled his penis. Jaxon laughed and moaned.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!”

He dug his fingertips into the bedsheets as he moaned and laughed.

Celeste ceased tickling him. Jaxon panted and gazed at her. His face was red, and tears streamed down his cheeks. They stared into each other’s eyes as Jaxon slowly caught his breath.

She wrapped her arms around Jaxon’s shoulders and pulled him to her. He kissed her as he lowered her onto her back. She didn’t waste any time stroking him. Jaxon was rock hard in her hand. She ached to have him inside her.

Celeste: “Jaxon…”

She moaned. Jaxon sat up.

Jaxon: “Celeste…”

He whispered.

The two shared a deep kiss. Braced between her knees, Jaxon sank on top of her. He thrust deep into her, and Celeste screamed in pleasure and bit her bottom lip. The aching inside her was so sharp and so sweet and his cock was the cause and the cure of it. Celeste held him tightly, moaning into his ear, as she rocked her hips into his again and again, dizzy from the pleasure, racked with need.

Her inner muscles contracted and clenched around him as he pumped into her with rough and hungry thrusts. Her orgasm hit her hard, all at once, with scarcely any warning. She flinched and gasped as her vagina spasmed around Jaxon.

He knelt over her and took her large, bare breasts into his hands, squeezing them. With long, rough thrusts, he rode her to the beautiful end, coming in silence and then sinking onto her again. He kissed her face, her lips, her neck, and her nipples. He pulled out and lay back panting.

~

Ichiro was in his living room smoking a cigarillo and reading a book with Lucifer curled beside him. The more he thought of it, the more it angered him. Those perverts on that video of Jiro and me kept commenting more on HIM, he thought as he glared at the book. That goddamn Percy asshole, he thought. He’s powerful… so a single richonoid will not kill him, no, he needs more than one, he thought.

His cellphone rang. He glanced at it and saw it was Robin. Can’t this woman take a hint?! He thought with irritation, but recalled she dated Percy. I could use this to my advantage, he thought. He picked up the phone.

Ichiro: “Hello?”

Robin: “Ichiro! I thought you were ghosting me!”

She whined. Ichiro’s right eye twitched.

Ichiro: “No, I’m a busy man, and you caught me at a killer time.”

He grinned. Robin giggled.

Robin: “I missed you…”

Ichiro: “Likewise. So, did you want to see me right now?”

He said with strain. Do this to kill that prick, he thought.

Robin: “Ichiro! I would love that!”

She said sweetly.

Ichiro: “...Be there in half an hour.”

He said through clenched teeth and hung up the phone.

~

Ichiro was in his bedroom, straightening his suit jacket and tying his black tie. Ruby gazed at him through the entryway.

Ichiro: “I am going to be out tonight.”

He said tersely, buttoning his suit jacket. He strolled past her. She checked out his ass as he walked by.

He grabbed his black Oxfords, put them on his black socked feet, and tied his shoes.

Ruby: “You seem like you don’t want to go.”

She said meekly. Ichiro drew a long breath.

Ichiro: “You’re right, but I must do this to get what I want.”

He said tersely and grabbed his car keys.

Ruby watched him go out to his car and get inside. She sighed wistfully as she watched him drive away.

~

Ichiro and Robin were up in Robin’s living quarters in her bedroom. Both were naked, and Ichiro was vigorously thrusting her.

Robin: “OH, ICHIRO! OH, THIS IS THE BEST EVER!”

She moaned in ecstasy. As Ichiro thrust her, he gazed at a picture of Celeste in fishnets with her feet up.

Ichiro: “Oh, yes!”

He thrust in her hard. Robin’s eyes rolled back into her head as an orgasm ripped through her. Ichiro’s balls slapped against her pussy as he came with a rough shout.

Ichiro pulled out, taking the picture of Celeste, and rolled over to put it back into his wallet. He withdrew his package of cigarillos from his suit jacket, lit it up, and inhaled a long drag. Robin rolled over to lie on his chest.

Robin: “Oh, Ichiro… That was amazing.”

Ichiro: “Of course, it was.”

He said noncommittally. She kissed his chest and rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Ichiro inhaled sharply.

Robin: “Je suis amoureuse de toi…”

She whispered.

Ichiro: “That’s great. So, does Percy have any enemies I should know about?”

He asked sharply. Robin glanced up at him.

Robin: “Why do you want to know that?”

She asked as she trailed her nails over his chest. Ichiro shivered. Please don’t tickle me, he thought.

Ichiro: “Because I want to kill him, that’s why.”

He said through clenched teeth.

Robin sat up and gaped at him.

Robin: “You didn’t ask me what I told you!”

Ichiro blew out smoke.

Ichiro: “Okay, what did you say?”

He asked her. It’s to kill that Percy fucker, he thought.

Robin: “I’m falling in love with you, Ichiro!”

She purred and trailed her nails on his chest. He shivered and reddened. I wish Celeste had told me this instead, he thought.

Ichiro: “Oh, uh, I don’t know what to say.”

He shifted his eyes. Robin pouted.

Robin: “If you want to kill Percy, I can give you some enemies, but on MY conditions!”

She smirked and tapped his nose. Ichiro stared at her.

Ichiro: “Okay.”

She smiled at him.

Robin: “First, I will tickle you to tears like in that video.”

She began. Ichiro’s jaw dropped.

Ichiro: “YOU SAW THAT?!”

He caterwauled.

Robin: “Yes, seeing you being tickled turned me on.”

She purred. Ichiro’s right eye twitched.

Ichiro: “It was NOT hot! That was most humiliating!”

He snapped. Robin smiled.

Robin: “Then you must take me out for dinner at any five-star restaurant…”

She added. Ichiro’s fury started to soar.

Robin: “Then you must deal with this nuisance who didn’t pay me!”

Ichiro: “...Can’t I skip the rest and just deal with your client who didn’t pay?!”

He blurted. Robin scowled.

Robin: “NON! You cannot! You were ignoring me, Ichiro Tachibana! I will not be ignored!”

She thundered. Ichiro bared his teeth at her as his vein throbbed on his forehead.

~

Ichiro’s wrists were tied to her headboard, his ankles tied to the foot of the bed. His heart thundered in his chest. How the Hell does Jiro deal with this nonsense?! He thought angrily Robin smiled at him, pressing her lips to his soles and sucking on his toes. He shivered and threw his head back, biting his lip. That feels nice, he thought as he reddened and hardened.

Robin smirked tightly at him and scribbled her nails all over his soles. Ichiro threw his head back and laughed.

Ichiro: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

He laughed hard and squirmed against his bonds. She trailed her nails over his soft soles. He laughed hard and writhed against his bonds.

Ichiro: “AHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAAA HAHAHAHAHAA! STOP!”

He rasped between laughter. Robin felt herself get wet from his reaction and laughter.

She licked her lips and glanced at his hardness. She stopped tickling him. Ichiro threw his head back and panted. Her back faced him as she curled her fingers around his cock. She slid it inside herself and rocked her hips against him. Ichiro groaned and thrust into her.

Robin: “I’m going to tickle you until I orgasm!”

Ichiro’s heart sank.

Ichiro: “What?”

She tickled his cock as it was inside her and his ballsack. Ichiro’s testicles twitched and his cock swelled.

Ichiro: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAAA HAHAAHA!!”

He laughed hard.

Robin: “FUCK ME HARD, ICHIRO!”

She tickled his balls and cock as he thrust her.

Ichiro: “NO! HAHAHA HAHAHAAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He laughed hard and moaned as he thrust her.

Robin: “OH, ICHIRO!”

She moaned as he thrust her and she tickled his johnson, inner thighs, and scrotum.

Ichiro: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA OHOHOHHH!”

He laughed and thrust her hard. Robin threw her head back, loving his thrusts, his laughter, and his begging for her. She desired this, and she would make him pay for ignoring her.

Ichiro: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE! AHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHA!”

He laughed furiously as he thrust her.

Robin: “OH, ICHIRO!”

She arched her back and tickled all over his member as he thrust into her. He broke out into a sweat as he laughed between panting and wheezing. He thrust her hard, and her muscles contracted around his hardness. Robin’s nails fluttered all over his cock, his balls, and his taint. Ichiro laughed hard between wheezing, moaning, and gasping for air.

Ichiro: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO MORE!”

He laughed hard and tears welled in his eyes.

Robin trembled all over as an orgasm crashed through her. She screamed as she climaxed over Ichiro’s hardness. Ichiro gave one last hard thrust and came inside her. He lay back panting. He was exhausted, frustrated, furious, and aroused. She lifted herself off him and untied him. She cupped his face and smiled at him. Ichiro exhaled a long breath.

He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He put them back on and angrily rose from bed.

Robin: “Where do you think you’re going?”

Ichiro: “Away from you!”

He spat. Robin smiled at him.

Robin: “Don’t forget our end of the bargain, Ichiro.”

She purred. Ichiro gritted his teeth and began getting dressed.

Ichiro: “I won’t.”

He forced a smile. He buttoned up his shirt, tied his tie, and slid his feet into his shoes. He shrugged into his suit jacket and went out the door, slamming it behind him.

~

Ichiro stormed into his house, removed his shoes, shrugged out his suit jacket, tossed it on the chair in the living room, loosened his tie, rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. He grabbed a bottle of amber rum from his bar and sat on his chair, staring into space. I don’t know who I hate more, Robin, Percy, or my parents, he thought angrily.

He sank into his seat, put the bottle to his lips, and chugged it.

~

Ichiro staggered upstairs and flopped on his bed. Ruby stood in the doorway.

Ruby: “I thought you were going to be out for the night.”

She said softly and approached him. Ichiro rubbed his forehead and smiled at her.

Ichiro: “Ikitakunakatta.”

Ruby: “...Need help getting into your pajamas?”

Ichiro glanced down at his clothes.

Ichiro: “Tabun.”

He laughed. She bit her bottom lip. She reached out and lifted his tie over his head and unbuttoned his shirt. She began caressing his bare chest and torso.

Ichiro: “Hehehehehehe… Ruby, hidoi!”

He playfully slapped her hand.

He lay back and sighed.

Ichiro: “Taking advantage of a drunk man… How terrible.”

He laughed and turned over. She gazed at him and reached for him, but he was sleeping. Ruby drew a long breath and put his sheets over him.

~

The next evening, Deimos arrived home from karate practice and stepped into the shower. When he got out, he had a towel wrapped around his waist, and gasped when he saw Tristan in his bedroom. Tristan wore a black Italian-cut suit, light purple pressed shirt, dark purple tie, and black sheer socks. The two men reddened when they saw each other.

Tristan: “Oh, did I catch you at a bad time?”

He stammered and bit his bottom lip. Deimos blinked and shook his head.

Deimos: “No, it’s never a bad time for you!”

He said genially, took Tristan’s soft hands, and kissed them. Tristan blushed and giggled.

He bit his bottom lip and unbuttoned his suit jacket, shrugging out of it, and laying it over Deimos’ computer chair. He loosened his tie and unsnapped a few buttons on his shirt. Deimos flushed red and climbed onto his bed. Tristan smiled and crawled onto his bed with him, lying on his chest. Tristan rubbed his sheer socked feet on Deimos’. Deimos chuckled and tickled Tristan’s feet with his toes. Tristan jolted and laughed.

Tristan: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Deimos grinned and crawled down to his feet, slipping his sheer socks off and wiggling his fingers over his man’s soft soles. Tristan caterwauled with laughter.

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAA OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOD! WAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAA!”

He threw his head back laughing as tears filled his green eyes.

Deimos bit his bottom lip and resumed tickling him, feeling his hardness push against his towel.

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA DEIMOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOS! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He writhed and thrashed around, putting his hands over his face as he laughed hard and gasped for air in between laughing. Deimos stopped tickling him to let him catch his breath.

Tristan lay there panting. He removed his glasses from his eyes to wipe them and put them back on. Deimos reddened all over and looked down at his hardness. Tristan flicked his gaze to Deimos’ hardened cock and his cheeks flushed pink.

Tristan: “Oh, golly.”

He bit his bottom lip. Deimos smiled and pulled off the towel, tossing it aside.

Deimos: “Tristan…”

He said smoothly. Tristan gazed into Deimos’ violet eyes. Tristan crawled up to Deimos, and he opened his mouth to his. Their tongues overlapped each other as Deimos’ fingers trailed over Tristan’s neck. Tristan giggled into his mouth.

Tristan: “Hehehehehehehehehee!”

Deimos snickered and cupped Tristan’s chin, gazing into his green eyes, and kissed him again.

Tristan’s soft, slender fingers curled around Deimos’ cock and he lowered himself to insert it into his mouth. Deimos threw his head back and clutched onto the sheets. He gnashed his teeth as he felt Tristan’s warm, wet tongue glide over his hardness. Deimos gasped when he saw and felt Tristan shoved his cock down his throat. Deimos thrust and loved fucking Tristan’s mouth.

Deimos reddened and felt his body heat rise as he locked his gaze up at Tristan’s beautiful green eyes, gazing up at him as he bobbed his head up and down. Tristan loved tasting his man, teasing him, and making him desire him more.

Deimos: “God, Tristan… I love you so much!”

He moaned as he felt himself on the edge. Tristan’s head went up and down. He pinned Deimos with a half-lidded stare, as if Tristan knew Deimos was on the edge. He squeezed his balls gently. Deimos let out a groan and gnashed his teeth.

He thrust Tristan’s mouth hard and climaxed in it. Tristan shut his eyes tightly as he felt Deimos’ cum fill his mouth. He swallowed it, savoring the taste of the man he loves.

Tristan pulled Deimos’ cock out of his mouth and panted. Deimos reached out and cupped his face. Tristan gazed lovingly at Deimos and leaned into his hand.

Tristan: “Je t’aimerai jusqu’à mon dernier souffle.”

He whispered. Deimos shivered all over and raked his fingers through Tristan’s soft, snow white tresses.

Tristan: “Je veux être à tes côtés pour toujours…”

He whispered as he kissed his neck down to his chest. Deimos shivered and felt goosebumps pop all over his skin as he felt Tristan’s soft lips press against his skin. He loved that, and when Tristan spoke French to him.

Tristan: “Chaque jour avec toi est un cadeau. Je ne peux pas imaginer ma vie sans toi.”

He cupped Deimos’ face.

Deimos: “I don’t know what you’re saying, but I love it…”

He kissed his lips. Tristan chuckled and rubbed his nose on Deimos’.

Tristan: “I love you, too, Deimos.”

He said gently, resting his head on his chest and snuggling the man he loves. Deimos kissed his head, happy to have Tristan in his arms.