Hi! It's me White Valkyrie! Though I'm rebron and newly baptised as Neo White Valkyrie! My stories will totally be different from the old ones when I was just playing about. But now I've found my theme now: HENTAI! Yaoi, yuri, straight, bisexual, groups... whatever you want, just name it!
I'll be writing short hentais along with this one. Hope you'd like ( +).
Anyway, about the story. It's about Kai Hiwatari, everyone's favourite, who is a Samurai (equivalent of the FBI) in a surrealistic Japan. He has to go to the Palace of Nightingale which is the most famous brothel where they train ninjas to find the assassin who has killed the Imperial artist. You'll find the rest of the of it in teh story.
The main characters are: Kai (of course!), Kimi (OC), Tala the Porn Star and Mariah the Jewel (she's the prettiest whore in teh brothel but things are going to change... Don't worry, I'm nice with her! She doesn't even get to kiss Ray!)
The couples are: Kai OC (can't really call them a couple but anyway), Tala and Miguel (I think they look so cute together), Ray and Mariah (it's not what it seems...) and I think that's all. There are of course a lot of sex that's why we can't call them couples since they don't really love each other.
Here, I'll put in the details about characters and their status in the story:
Kai- the Lost Samurai
Kimi- The Dancer (hooker as well)
Tala- the Porn star
Miguel- the Porn photographer
Mariah- the Jewel (whore)
Ray- the Noble (yeah, he's an aristocrat)
Kevin- the Sarumawashi (monkey trainer)
Brooklyn- the Yaguza
Madame Cho- the Landlady (and Kimi's adoptive mum)
Spencer- the Stoic Samurai (comes at the end)
The other characters are either whores, Samurais, porn actors, strippers and stuff...
Well, I hope you'll enjoy the story. The chapters are quite short and teh action takes time to start but I'm sure you'll appreciate the 'pauses of action' (the characters get to do better things instead )
And oh, disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade but I own my plot.
Welocome to teh Hentai universe of Neo White Valkyrie.
Three words: Kill is Love (Kill Bill, but also my motto)
Prologue
The closet door creaked hesitantly as the little girl inside peeked out with utmost fear. The long rectangle formed by the doors of her hiding place showed a dark room lit by soft paper lanterns and sweat. On the large metal futon on the floor, a woman was shrieking silently on top of a man. The girl could only guess their outlines from the darkness. The woman's long hair stuck on her sweating body, tickling her round, ripened bottom. Her arms were arched over the man's shoulders. She was pushing hard. The girl's eyes widened. The man's too were large enough to swallow the entire ocean. Crystal tears formed in his already watery eyes, it was hard to discern whether they were tears of pleasure or pain.
The air in the closet was stuffy. The girl could smell old worn clothes, sitting above her like ancient warriors from the last century. The rusty smell of dried blood haunted her innocent nostrils, not so used to death's perfume. She deeply wished that all would be over soon and that she could climb out of the closet and into the freedom again. Her legs were hurting her since she was cramped in this tiny space for about one hour. Her ears were also aching from hearing the fainting noise from outside. She leaned her back against the end of the cupboard, without making any noise, as she was told to. She was sitting on a pile of clothes. Silk to their touch. All the girl had ever worn was simple cotton or at very least dead silk. Her mother had promised to buy her a real kimono of silk when she gathered enough gold.
A yell of pain broke the girl from her reverie and she stuck her eye against the gap again. The man's jaws made a hollow so widely were they extended. The white of his eyes nearly jumped off their sockets as the deep roots penetrated in an expression of terror. His hands were moving, trembling desperately for something to stop the pain but the girl knew that for him, there was no escape. He must only have faith in her mother. The woman's hands were now clutching the man's cock as if she was squeezing it out for juice. She was working with great difficulty due to the man's struggles.
The girl knew that it was too much for her to watch but her eye seemed glued to the image before her eyes. The man's head was lulling around the pillow; his eyes lost focus. White foams sprouted from his mouth like clouds shimmering from a cave's mouth. The woman now sat on the man's stomach, pushing his legs apart with her hands. The man's sex was pointing straight upwards, hard enough for her to slide it into her own. The man screamed with horror and the woman pushed harder, increasing the width between his legs. She used her own legs to extend them further. Red liquid spluttered from his sex. The murk spilled over the blue clothes, dying them crimson with aches.
Suddenly the man stopped screaming and she knew instantly that he breathed no more. The woman heaved and let go of his legs. She was about to get up when a loud clank broke into the heavily perfumed bedroom and men in black leather kimonos rushed in. Everything happened so quickly that the little girl thought it was all a dream. After her mother got shot she was dragged out of the closet. The men were like tall shadows representing doom. Their grips were metal so that she couldn't break away. And she didn't try. She didn't even screamed. Her mother had always told her not to scream nor show any sign of weakness. Something good always happened in the end.
And what she said was true. Before the Samurais could cross the threshold, a star was plucked in the socket of the first one and soon more and more came. The warriors all fell to the ground yelping like dogs. The girl stood amidst the agonizing bodies but her attention was drawn to the corpse on the bed. The woman's head hung from the bed, staring upside down to the girl. Her eyes were simple mirrors, reflecting the sinister truth.
"Okasan!"
Before a tear could fall from her childish eyes, an iron fist grabbed her right arm. She glanced over her shoulder and saw a papery hand spotted with flecks. Young as she was she still was surprised by the strength of the withering hand on her arm. Before she knew it she was taken away as if by the God of the Wind.
Please review so I can know whether to update more or not.
NWV.