AN: Hey, everyone here's a new story that I came up with now that DBS is on its final chapters. I decided on a little bit of a cop drama, but smut will be present within this story as well. Now read and review this is a futa story I'm thinking of becoming a full time futa writer now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mai-Hime

Warnings: Futanari story with smut-like references.

"Talking"

"Thinking or P.O.V"

"So what do you think of being on the beat, new blood?" Looking out from my side of the window I could see the passing crowds as they made their daily commute to work. My name is Natsuki Kuga and today is my first day as a police officer; barely fresh out of high school I joined the force with my police academy graduation just barely two months ago. Paying attention to the question at hand, I gazed out of the window once again before speaking.

"Its fine, so far so good, gave out three parking tickets this morning nothing that big of a challenge."

"Hehehe…you haven't seen the rough neighborhoods yet, I would cool my jets if I were you, but then again how can you? You got all of that Kuga blood in you and it's running strong." I stared over to the older man in uniform and smiled this man was known as the bulldog within the Tokyo police force, as well as he was my uncle. Although there was no relation by blood, I was the nearest thing he had to a niece, with his warm brown eyes and bald spot with greyish white hair along the back and side edges he was the ideal cop. I remember many nights waiting on my father to get home along with him at my father's side. When they would come home there was the fond memory of me sitting in ether my fathers or Mac's lap as they told me about their day.

This man I had known as uncle Mac but on formal occasions, he went under Macintosh Pavelski. He originally arrived from New York on a transfer. Growing up I couldn't help, but adopt his in your face attitude it was much different from Japanese customs and I liked it along with my father, I idolized both of them gaining the best of both worlds.

"Rough Neighborhood or not I'm ready were here to clean up the streets not be afraid of them."

"Hahaha I think New York would be prefect for you kid."

"Yeah if that asshole would give me the chance," I spat. Since my early teenage years my idolization of my father dimmed finding out that, he had an affair on my mother put me in a blind spot with it came to my emotions for him. Lucky to say that because of the affair my mother had no choice, but to split from my father, taking me with her after the divorce papers were signed my father was made police chief of Tokyo. The secret was there, but no one dared to speak the truth of how he got the position however, everyone knew it was the former major's wife and some more than close encounters had happened between him and her.

I looked at Mac as his brown eyes glanced at me in concern, I glanced only a little seeing the pity in the rearview mirror. Sighing I decided to drop the subject knowing that it would be more conducive to the situation at hand.

"Moving on what do you say about lunch? We can get you those grease-filled tacos you like my treat for today." I looked at him with my most puerile smile as I knew that would melt the tension within the car, as he laughed he turned on his siren to make an illegal U-Turn in the direction of the taco stand. In Five minutes, we were out of the car and we radioed in for our lunch walking to the stand I stared at myself in the mirror I was finally in the uniform that I had earned. With my father's new campaign for the Tokyo police force, new uniforms issued out, as well as new rules.

Looking in the reflection from the clear glass of the taco stand windows reflected. I had an all-black pressed long sleeved button down that came with a black tie along with black pants and shined boots. With my belt over everything, it looked like a typical police utility belt, with two pairs of handcuffs, pepper spray, two extra magazines, all metal fold-in baton, extended radio, and a pocketknife in my lower side-pocket of my pants. I fit the part but what brought reality and life to my uniform was my 9MM Beretta that shown proudly in its holster.

Walking to the stand I copied as Mac did having my hand on the butt of my gun as I stood, I watched as Mac ordered as I listened to my radio that hung clipped to my shirt. After eight years of being away from it all, it felt good to hear the sounds of a police radio, at that direct moment I felt a buzz in my top pocket of my shirt. I looked to see that it was nothing, but my phone sending me a useless email, putting it back in my pocket I shifted my focus to Mac as he called my name.

"Aye…you ready to order Kuga?"

"Order two tacos for me to go." Paying for the meal we both walked back to the car as we ate our meals, watching a group of college girl pass by I thought how life would be if I choose that route.

"Thinking about going back to the civilian life?"

"N-No…I was thinking how short there fucking skirts were."

"Hahaha…it wouldn't kill ya to wear a dress every now and again would it," said Mac with a shit-eating grin.

"Whatever you say old man…"

"Unit 17, Unit 17 do you copy?"

I looked at Mac as he nodded for me to speak, I knew it was dispatch for what I didn't know, but I was ready for anything.

"This is unit 17 go ahead?"

"We have 10-14 escort state convoy to the 100th area of Shinjuku it's for Fuuka State prison."

"10-4…"

"Seems, like we got our work cut out for us Fuuka State Prison huh…"

"Great…work…"

"Don't tell me your ready for retirement already old man," I said jabbing at the older man as I could hear the sarcasm in his voice.

"Don't get cheeky pup, it's just that I was enjoying these tacos you brought."

"Well you still can, let me drive you just hang on tight." Switching seats I took off without so much as I blink, it felt good to drive after sitting for three hours in the passenger's seat I started to get antsy from it all.

"So, do we do escorts like this often?"

"No usually the State police deal with that mostly we are out just guarding the roads, which is relief. Doing a personal escort would take half of the north division and we need the labor on the streets.

"You make it sound like we are dealing with something big when calls like this come up."

"That's because this is Fuuka State Prison it's a place where you don't wanna work most of the time your father sends some of the guys there when they fuck up. After they come back to the streets there entirely different, but for those who volunteer they are a completely different story."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean those guys that volunteer there they are ex-marine, army, covert ops shit like that so that environment is right up there alley. Point is you don't wanna go there a lot of sick fucks are there child molesters, drug gang leaders, big time robbers however that's not what there really famous for keeping."

"Who else do they keep?"

"Serial Killers, Fuuka is famous for keeping serial killers what makes this place so special also that it's housed for special cases as well."

"Meaning…"

"Meaning it's housed for child serial killers and teenagers as well that place is all kinds of fucked up." I looked at Mac ridiculously as I believed this to be one of his attempts at a prank, but with over twenty years' experience as he had I knew that he was serious as well. I had to keep my demeanor at a calm level so I put up a brave front, as I rationalized with myself that this might have been a joke that he played on all the rookies.

"Mac really nice try, but I'm not in the least scared besides a bullet works the same no matter what criminal history if they threaten me I'm taking them down."

We got to the area it was a long stretch of road, and all of it was blocked there was no entry or exit on the freeway for the public we were the only ones at the exit to where Fuuka was stationed. Getting out of the car I looked at the other two cops that we were to replace, I scowled at the two of them. Both of them were Tate Yuuchi and Reito Kanazaki, with my father being chief of police everyone felt a lot of speculation when it came to me getting into the force it was safe to say that some felt my presence derogative.

"So what's the situation," asked Mac. I knew that with Mac there they would be on their best behavior, with Mac being my father's best friend he was also the most trusted and sought after. New trainees fought for the chance to train with Mac, due to his placid nature he was easy to get along with making training easy for any rookie on the job. He was strong, reliable and remained obstinate with his convictions, I felt that he really should have been chief I felt the force cheated Mac out of the position my father had held. However, there was more to it than anything and with the talk in the force and academy, there had to be some truth.

We all knew that Mac was from the United States and although he was a citizen of Japan with a wife, and a son my age there was still the stigma when it came to crime and police in Japan. Loyalist to the country had the sick belief that crime in Japan should be handled by their own police force no outside sources meaning no foreigners. No one said anything, but I knew from talks within the academy that was the true reason even over twenty-years dedicated to the force he still wasn't fully welcomed. I focused back to the situation at hand despite my mental profiling.

"Nothing I heard that the vehicle passed the Hiroshi blockade there are three more stops before they reach us we are the last stop," supplied Reito.

"I see hopefully this fucking bus can hurry the hell up so we can get back to our post," said Mac.

"Tch…I don't see what the point of waiting for these idiots to come there all scum to society or freaks my transfer for Fuuka is coming right up again, boy I wouldn't mind making those fucks eat their teeth," said Reito sternly. As Mac smiled he laughed at the bashfulness of the pair, if only he knew how fucked up they really were I'm sure his smile would disappear in a second.

"Well save some of that energy all I care about is making it home and what's going on with you kids today and Fuuka? Is this some kind of thing you're trying to prove so you can be hot shit?"

"Relax pops, don't worry we can handle anything you do forget we were already in Fuuka before besides we got what it takes," supplied Tate.

"Tch…well boys will be boys just watch your ass," said Mac. As I watched him walk away to the car, I knew he was going to get the traffic gear from the trunk.

"So what about it cop girl you got what it takes," jabbed Tate. Glaring at him, I knew Tate and Reito were with five years' experience on the force, they were dedicated cops, but that was on the outside only I knew the face that was behind the scene much to Mac's obliviousness. Looking at the two and how they talked as well as handled there suspects there was an incontrovertible truth they were more like mad dogs that needed to be put down how they passed there psych test I would never know.

"Why don't you just fuck off and leave I'm here to do a job and that's all," I spat. I hated the term "cop girl" I knew it was a nickname given to me by those in the force that weren't welcoming of my place within the squad it was their own inside joke.

"What's wrong cop girl did my buddy Tate hit a nerve?" As he stepped up to me he was close his chest only a hair away from my nose as he leaned he whispered in my ear. I felt my palms tighten themselves automatically I wanted to punch his face in; I knew this could have been called sexual harassment. However, I knew crying about it would add more fuel to the fire when it came to everyone that didn't approve me being there.

"Since we are talking about nerves how do the nerves in that pussy work, hmm…you gotta let Tate and me find out."

Just before, I could say anything Mac came rushing over with matching illuminating vests as from the trunk. As Reito straightened himself out he, looked as if he did nothing at all, but I could tell that didn't escape Mac's eye.

"Did I miss the party?"

"No nothing worth mentioning, just giving Kuga here some pointers," lied Reito.

"Well I hope it's nothing like telling her to go to Fuuka."

"I wouldn't dare…well if everything is all set here and you two got it we're taking off now."

"Sure…" Watching them go to their squad car, I turned around as I took a vest from Mac, getting to my duties without so much of a word. After an hour, we looked for the convoy that would carry the batch of inmates to Fuuka.

"When is this shit coming my back is killing me," commented Mac.

"Looks like you're getting too old for the game," I jabbed my anger no longer present from the taunting hyenas known as Tate and Reito.

"Maybe so, but your father and I made a pact to retire at the same time." In that moment, the radio came to life, as we knew it was our turn.

"Unit 15 to unit 17 do you copy?"

"Unit 17 here..."

"Convoy approaching one hundred twenty-five feet north of your position over…"

"10-4…"

I looked to see the black and white bus that closely resembled a school bus it was now in front of us as it pulled slowly to a stop. Instead of the faces of happy children, poking their heads out the window there was dark tented windows with a window shaped gate covering that darkness. I wondered who was in there the bus was quite, who could live with that silence I wouldn't know.

"Kuga…"

"Y-Yea…"

"I'll check the list with the guard you check the outside perimeters ok sport?"

Doing as directed, I patrolled around the bus doing my routine checks, I made my way around I saw as a large armed man check over the list as he was outside the bus. Geared with a custom M9 with key ring shot gun, he gave the impression that he was ready for a riot, but this was more militant then what we had at station. I glanced at the weapon again in my line of work it was wise to know the ins and outs of high voltage weapons, however this was overkill. Just what were they keeping the dark windows of the bus gave me no clue, but with Tate and Reito's words coming back in my ear the curiosity and anger tested my pride.

After, the armor-clad man went in inside the bus with doors closing abruptly I observed as Mac patted the bus as it went on its way walking to me I heard him radio in with the completion of the task. As he set an arm over my shoulder, he ruffled my hair, much to my dismay walking back to the car I wondered to what Mac had said.

"So, who were they transporting?" Mac unhooked himself from me tossing me the clipboard it was all blank, only one name rested on the top in a haunting manner. It was something that all of us in Japan would never forget nor the victim's parents it was the Satori High Serial Killer known as Shizuru Fujino.

AN: What do you think of the new story right now I am working on DBS don't worry, but this is a new story and I think you will like it.