e while he ate his lunch. Two girls were sitting in a table ahead and to the left of him would whisper back and forth and then burst out laughing. Jason looked over at the two girls and noticed one was looking in his direction. Her eyes were a dark shade of green and long brown hair framed her pretty face. They smiled at each other briefly and returned to their meals.

Jason heard the pretty stranger bid farewell to her friend and he tried not to make it obvious that he was paying a little more than a passing interest in the young lady. Jason focused his eyes on his food and listened as he heard steps approach the door and exit the building. With the distraction now gone he remembered just how hungry he was and took a particularly large bite of his sub only to hear a soft voice ask:

"Do you mind if I join you?"

Jason looked up from his meal to see pretty face of the girl from the other table. "Sure" choked Jason around the large bite of food in his mouth.

"My name's Kandace" she said with a smile.

"I'm Jason.. I mean, my name's Jason." he stuttered, trying desperately to regain his composure. Jason was by no means ugly and most would consider him handsome. He had medium length brown hair, dark eyes and a slight muscular build from hard work during the summer.

At first their conversation was slow and Jason felt awkward at some points but as they continued they found common points of interests, such as music, tv shows, food and art. Before long those first five awkward minutes were behind them and they were chatting comfortably for almost an hour.

Jason noticed that as their conversation progressed he found the distance between himself and Kandace decreased. They both now leaned over the table toward one another. Jason noticed her laughter was usually followed by her hand brushing against his forearm. Before long she had placed her hands in his and was absent-mindedly caressing his hand as they chatted away the afternoon.

As perfect as Jason believed this moment to be there was still one thought left nagging in the back of his mind. His first impression of Kandace was of how  young she appeared. His best guess was that she was 17 years old. Two years younger than himself, but still within his own moral boundaries. Always curious, though, Jason couldn't leave the quesiton unanswered

"Kandace, I hate to ask but.. how old are you?" Jason asked nervously.

"I'll be 15 next month" Kandace replied

Jason's mind raced with the realization that she was not 2 years younger than him. Not even 3 years. Kandace was 5 years younger than him. He didn't even think it was possible. She looked like she could pass for 18.

Kandace must have realized what Jason was thinking because she leaned in close and almost whispered "Do you want to get out of here?"

Jason looked around and he couldn't believe what he was hearing. The girl he had found himself most attracted to in years was suggesting what he thought she was suggesting.

Under the table Jason felt Kandace's free hand brush gently across his left knee and slide up his inner thigh until her fingers were gently massaging the crotch of his pants.

Jason pushed his hips farther under the table out of site and looked around to make sure no one could see what was happening. Jason felt the pressure of his now fully erect cock forming a tent in his baggy jeans and it only intensified as his eyes met Kandace's which appeared to be dancing with excitement.

"Do you want to go somewheres else?" Kandace asked as she gave his cock a gentle squeeze through his jeans.

"S-s-sure." Jason stumbled over the words. "I just need a minute to.. calm down."

Kandace removed her hand from his crotch and smiled in satisfaction as she watched Jason struggle to gain control over his erection. A few minutes passed and, satisfied that he was once again in control, left with Kandace at his side.

Once outside Jason has his first chance to admire Kandace's entire body. For someone who was only just turning 15 she was very well developed. Kandace had an ourglass figure that most teenage girls would die for. She wore a low cut tanktop which showed a generous amount of cleavage from her ample breasts and he clearly saw her nipples pressing against the tight cloth of her shirt. Her flat stomach and belly button was exposed with thanks to her high shirt and low rise pants.

Kandace had a perfect ass. Her jeans were so tight they looked as if they were a denim layer of skin, conforming to every curve of her young body. Jason noticed small crease in the crotch of her pants indicating cameltoe and he admired the way the jeans conformed to her ass crack and cheeks.

Kandace smiled with the knowledge that Jason's eyes were glued to every inch of her body. Especially her erect nipples and swaying hips.

"So, where do you want to go?" Kandace asked suggestively.

Jason's mind raced with hundreds of possibilities, each more exciting than the next and it didn't take him long to decide on one. Kandace placed her hand into Jason's and they began walking.

Five minutes away from where they had first met was a little pub called St. Jame's Gate. Jason had been their once before with some friends and had remembered that the pub wouldn't be busy until well after 10pm. Jason lead Kandace inside and up a small flight of stairs to the pub's washrooms.

Jason checked to make sure the bathroom was empty and then beckoned Kandace in. Once inside he locked the door and viewed the surroundings. The room was small, barely 5' by 4' but he chose it because a) the door had a lock, b) the place would be empty for hours and c) there was a $1 condom despenser mounted on the wall.

Kandace lowered the seat of the toilet and gently pushed Jason back into a sitting position. She then turned around and gently sat herself down on his lap with complete trust in his actions.

Jason pushed Kandace's soft brown hair to one side exposing her neck and he gently placed kisses up and down her collar bone, causing her to shiver in excitement. Jason moved his hands down to her curved hips and gently ran his hands up from her outer thighs up to the sides of her stomach and back down again.

Kandace placed her hands on top of his and laced her fingers between Jason's. Not to control them, just to go along for the ride. Jason now moved his right hand from her outer to her inner thigh and up to her crotch with kandace's hand in tow. Jason gently ran his fingers up and down the crotch of her jeans, feeling the slit formed by her tight pants. As the seconds passed Jason began to increase the pressure on her crotch and Kandace started grinding her hips into his hand in response.

Jason moved his left hand up to Kandace's left breast. He cupped the full mound and squeezed gently, loving the feel of Kandace's firm breats. Jason gently tweaked her erect nipples through her tight shirt, much to her pleasure.

All the stimulations had once again caused Jason's cock to grow in his pants and he felt the pressure double as Kandace's hot ass ground back and forth across his shaft.

Kandace's moans became audible as Jason increased the rubbing of her crotch and as she felt his cock growing between her ass cheeks. Kandace took control of Jason's hands and slowly removed them from her body. She stood up and undid the button on her jeans. As she did this, Jason was firmly massaging her ass cheeks with both hands. He spread her cheeks and marvelled at how deep the jeans was wedged in the crack of her ass.

Kandace lowered her zipper and her pants followed suit revealing a pink thong disappearing into her crack. With her pants now around her ankles, Kandace bent over until her body formed an L shape and then arched her back.

A thin triangle of material was all that seperated Jason from Kandace's exposed pussy. With great care and pleasure Jason grabbed the straps of her thong on either hip and slowly peeled the thong out of her ass crack.

Jason caught his breath and felt his cock bulge as he revealed Kandace's clean-shaven pussy lips and just above that, nestled between her ass cheeks was her puckered asshole.

Jason started with small licks at the top of her pussy, occasionally probing inwards with his tongue. He increased the length of his licks until they stretched from tip to tip. He reached forward with his fingers and gently parted the folds of her pussy revealing the warm, pink skin inside.

Kandace was now breathing hard and using the sink as support as Jason's tongue began assaulting her clit over and over.

"Oh god Jason. It feels so good" moaned Kandace. She felt two of his fingers enter her tight pussy while his tongue continued it's attack on her clit. "Fuck my pussy with your fingers."

Jason began feeling adventurous as Kandace's moans became louder. He kept his fingers sliding in and out of her tight, sucking pussy but removed his tongue from her clit. Jason repositioned his tongue just above her pussy. Between her ass cheeks and less than an inch away from Kandace's asshole.

Jason felt Kandace shiver as he formed his lips in a seal around her puckered anus and began running his tongue in circles around her opening. With each swirl of his tongue she pushed harder against his face.

"Oh god! Stick your tongue up my ass." begged Kandace. Jason placed his hands on her hips and applied force with his tongue to her tight asshole. With great satisfaction he felt his tongue slip in passed the tight ring of her anus and into her warm asshole.

Jason continued probing her asshole for many minutes until his tongue grew tired. He removed his fingers from Kandace's now dripping pussy and stood up. He dropped his pants and boxers in one swift motion allowing his 7 inch cock to spring free of it's confinement.

Kandace reached back and guided his rigid shaft to the entrance of her tight pussy. She slid the head of his cock slowly between her pussy lips, lubricating it. Jason once again place his hands on her hips as he slowly pushed his member into Kandace's tight fuckhole.

Inch by inch his cock slid into her opening, being massaged by the smooth walls of her vagina. He was not at all surprised when he didn't find any barrier preventing him from pushing his full 7 inches into her pussy.

Jason pulled his cock out and repeated the process until his member glistened and dripped with Kandace's juices. Kandace smiled as she felt him remove his shaft from her pussy and lay it to rest at her backdoor.

With little need for encouragement, Jason pulled back on Kandace's hips and pushed forward with his own. At first he thought he wouldn't be able to penetrate her tight anus. Kandace bore down and as the pressure increased the head of his cock pushed passed her tight ring and into her warm asshole.

With slow, determined stokes Jason made slow progress exploring her anal cavity. Each thrust brought him closer until his entire shaft was buried deep in her ass. He loved the feeling of Kandace's tight asshole massaging the entire length of his cock from base to tip as he gently fucked her.

Their momentum increased as they neared climax and his stiff rod was soon pumping in and out with ease. The small bathroom filled with the sounds of their sex. Kandace's moans crescendoed and the audible slap of Jason's balls against her smooth pussy.

Jason went rigid as his orgasm overcame him. Kandace continued rocking back and forth, milking his cock for every last spurt of his semen. Kandace, with her asshole stretched and rectum filled with warm cum, began to orgasm. Her motions came to a shuddering hult as the sensations washed over her.

Jason stroked his cock twice more and then gently pulled back on Kandace's hips and sat back down on the toilet, his cock still buried deep in her ass.

Moments passed as they recovered from the climaxes. Jason ran his hands along the inside of Kandace's thighs, occasionally finger her pussy or feeling his cock penetrating her asshole. Kandace laid back against him for support while she pinched and tweaked her nipples through her sweat-dampened tanktop.

Jason licked her asshole clean of his own semen and Kandace sucked his cock clean and without a parting word they left the bathroom and went their seperate ways with smiles on their faces.

from her small frame by a single vine. Since her breasts were small enough so that she had no need for a bra, her breasts were immediately exposed to the eerily cold air. That was the only warning she had before her trousers were pulled down leaving her only in her panties (she came to the island barefoot).

Kate continued to squirm, even more so now that she realized what the tree demon planned on doing to her. Unfortunately, she was powerless under the sheer strength of the moving vines. Something tickled against her womanhood through her panties. At first she thought it was the tip of another vine, but this one seemed softer and moist compared to the vines restricting her. Her heart began to race and her breathing quickened at the touch of the unknown object. Her adrenaline-level was at an all-time high.

Another scent filled the dark and cool air. This other scent was much more pleasant compared to the smell of rotten and decayed corpses. It smelled like nothing Kate had ever smelled in her life, but it smelled nice enough to calm her down a bit. Without realizing it, her pussy began to moisten and her hormone-levels began to rise rapidly. Without realizing it, she was reacting to aphrodisiac in the newly introduced scent.

The young disciple of the sword did to resist as much as she should had when her panties were removed. Instead of being ripped off like the other articles of her clothing, her panties slid gently down her left leg and off her left foot. Once the last barrier was gone, the vines that encircled her ankles forcefully separated her legs as much as possible. To her horror, instead of screaming out in pain she screamed out in pleasure.

The strange wet object from before returned to her pussy at once. Kate shivered in ecstasy as she felt the intrusive demon organ played with the outer-folds of her pussy. When the tip of the organ flicked against her clit, a gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. Her mind was split into two factions: one was trying to get her to resist while the other was successfully getting her to go along with the flow. She wanted to resist, but it was felt too good.

"JUST FUCKING PUT IT IN ALREADY!" Kate cried out in frustration as tears spilled from her eyes. She surprised herself as soon as the words escaped from her mouth. She continued to sob even as she moaned and groaned in pleasure. Her tears were falling from her eyes... that meant that she was facing downwards. It was a bit of a comfort to her when she figured out how she was positioned. As if it were acting on her outburst, the wet object slowly entered the love canal. It continued to slithered within the young girl until what felt like ten inches of moist demon muscle was inside of her. "Oh my god... oh god..."

Her words matched the rate at which the organ pumped in and out of her.

Her eyes continued streaming with tears as her words left her mouth.

Her mind kept screaming out incoherent thoughts as her eyes streamed with tears.

Kate's toes curled up as the moist demon instrument pounded into her over and over again. She clenched her fists and her eyes squeezed shut as she felt her clit being rubbed against another vine. Her arms were pressed against the small of her back to make her feel even more at mercy to the tree demon. Her eyes popped open for only an instant as she felt another object begin to intrude her other hole. Her eyes squeezed shut again as the other mysterious serpent slithered into her backyard.

Kate continued screaming in pleasure and pain as she orgasmed over... and over... and over...

*****

Kate: "Circle, circle, dot, dot. Now you have a cootie shot."

Pete: "Are you sure this works, Kate? I won't get sick?"

Kate: "It'll work! Trust me! Now we can all play tag together!"

Motoko: "Are you two done yet? You've already done that a hundred times."

Kate: "Just making sure it works! Right, Pete?"

Pete: "Um... right."

Motoko: "Yo! Yo! What are you doing up there, Yo? Don't tell me you're scared of cooties, too!"

Yo: "Only little kids believe in that kind of stuff. Oh... Akito and Akira are fighting again."

Motoko: "Again? They do this everytime they meet!"

Kate: "Sensei says they're rivals. That's why they fight all the time."

Motoko: "What are rivals? Yo? Do you know?"

Kana: "Rivals are two people who want to be better than each other."

Kate: "Kana! Yay! You're here! Now we can play. Yo, are you coming down?"

Yo: "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"

*****

"[God... please don't let me be late... please don't let me be late...]" Motoko repeated that same phrase over and over again like a mantra. She sped along the moist ground, running past any and all obstacles in her way. The bottom of her barefeet were caked with mud for she never looked where she was going. She was going on a hunch, but that didn't stop her from going back into the woods anyway.

On her way through the woods, she came across a skeleton holding a bow and a quiver with three arrows. There was also a campfire that was slowly dying out from the cold atmosphere of the dark and desolate wind. She immediatley whipped up a torch using a small branch she found lying nearby. It was only a few short seconds of delay, but she was already worried that it made her a few seconds too late.

*****

Kate: Damn... they're really going at it, aren't they?

Motoko: Akira-Sempai! Do your best!

Kana: No cheering for your sempai, stupid retard.

Motoko: Why not? Um... what did you just say?

Kate: You're too goody-goody to fucking swear, aren't you?

Motoko: I'm not! I just don't know how to swear in english.

Kana: Oh yeah? Let's hear some japanese swearing. I know japanese too, so I'll know if you're lying.

Motoko: [Oh screw you, ya fucking whore. In fact, why don't I just cut the bullshit and flip ya off, ass-wipe. There, that's the fucking universal sign fer fuck off!]

Kana: ... Osakan-dialect?

Kate: Damn... even if I don't understand, I know swearing when I hear it.

Sanae: Hey, you three do realize everyone can hear you, right?

Motoko, Kana, Kate: Eeep!

*****

Where the fuck am I? Damn head's pounding... Akito thought to herself as soon as she was conscious. She was too dazed to make out the objects around her. She tried getting up, but found that she was too exhausted to do anything at all. She realized from the coldness against her skin that she was completely nude save for her bandages around her wrists and ankles. The bandages that binded her breasts were torn apart and laid in fragments on the ground.

There was laughing in the background...

What...

Where...

No.

Akito felt a strong hand grab her by the hair and forced her to her feet. Two more hands reached out and grabbed her by the ankles before forcing them apart. A fourth arm wrapped itself around Akito's waist and pressed her back against the furry chest of a one-eyed troll. All four hands belonged to a single troll whom stood around nine feet tall and possessed arms that could rip a normal human being like a rag-doll. Akito was about to be gang-raped by a pack of demonic trolls.

The raven-haired beauty's thoughts went to the fire techniques, but she knew they were useless while she was in her current condition. She tried calling for help, but she could only manage a weak groan. The closest people who could save her were probably already long dead.

Her breasts were roughly handed by the beasts. Since she had them bound for a long period of time, they were incredibly sensitive to even the slightest touch. The troll's handling of her breasts sent overwhelming jolts of pleasure into her brain. Even her mind was too tired to argue with what she was feeling and accepted it just like that. Then came the true horror...

She managed just enough strength to lift her head and look around her. The strongest of the troll pack was gathered for they had first dibs on the 'prize'. The fifteen feet trolls were standing there, amused with the entertainment presented before them. Every single troll had sheaths to hide and protect their cocks, but now they were proudly displayed for all to see. They were wielding an average of 10 inches of beastial meat.

Akito felt the troll behind her begin to enter her rear entrance and he wasn't going in gently. The pyro-user snapped at attention when she realized that she was getting sodomized for the first time by a demon. She could do nothing but experience a mixture of pain and pleasure as the gigantic rod pushed past her anus and into her anal cavity. A hurricane of emotions was swirling through her head and her mind decided to choose the least painful ones. Pleasure... lust... joy... those were the kinds of feelings her mind chose to prevent a complete and total breakdown.

Another cock entered her from the front. One of the stronger trolls who stood at twelve feet tall was to be the first of the pack to sample Akito's womanhood. In the back of Akito's mind, she was glad she already gave her virginity to someone else. In fact, through-out the entire ordeal she was only thinking of the person who took her virginity. Even as the strong smell of animalistic hormones filled the air and even as the trolls violated and debased her body, Akito's mind went to her one true love.

A nine inch cock was forced into the fifteen year old's mouth as another pair of trolls took their turn fucking both holes. The cock was was blue and there were orange veins bulging out. It smelled like it was dipped in dog poo and washed with cat pee. Dispite this, Akito did not gag when it was forced down her throat. More hands... these ones were playing around with her breasts again. It did not just stop there, however. Apparently, foot-fetish did not just exist among humans. Some of the trolls took a liking to Akito's toes and were sucking them into their mouths.

Even so... Akito's mind seeked escape...

Even if her love was not there to save her...

Akito was ready to go to her...

"Akira..." Akito managed to gasp out before she slowly lost consciousness again.

*****

Kate: Say... Motoko? Is Akira a boy or a girl?

Motoko: Of course Akira-Sempai is a boy!

Kate: Oh? Akira looks too pretty to be a boy.

Kana: Akira acts too much like a girl to be a boy. Then again, he or she acts too much like a boy to be a girl.

Kate: Akito acts too much like a boy, but she's a girl.

Akito: What did you say?

Kate: Eep!

Kana: Akito, are you a lesbian?

Kate: Lesbian?

Kana: Ow... why did you hit me, Akito? I only asked a question.

Akito: No, I'm not a lesbian. Where did you get that?

Motoko: What's a lesbian?

Motoko: Um... why are you all looking at me like that?

Kate: A lesbian is a girl who loves another girl. Sempai says it's a natural thing to happen and is as normal as if a girl loves a guy and if a guy loves a girl.

Motoko: Then... that means... it doesn't matter whether Akira-Sempai's a boy or a girl!

Kate: Wait... you like Akira? As in like her like her?

Akito: Her? I thought Akira was a guy.

Motoko: Um... Akira-Sempai only wears the dojo-uniform and takes baths by himself, so no one knows. Sensei felt it was rude to ask so not even he knows.

Akito: This is getting weird. I'm just going to find out myself.

Motoko: If you thought he was a guy a along and you're not a lesbian... then... NO! You can't have Akira-Sempai! He's mine!

Akito: Not interested either way.

Kate: Liar! You two spend way too much time together!

Kana: If Akira's a girl, that makes you a closet lesbian.

Motoko: If Akira-Sempai's really a girl... then... I'll become a lesbian, too!

Akito: You three are weird.

*****

"[Kate... Kana... please be alright...]" Motoko thought to herself as she continued to run through the woods. Her feet were getting sore, but she paid no heed to them. She just kept running along the ground, praying that her two friends were safe. "[Wait... what am I thinking? Bad Moto-chan! Bad! I hafta think bout Pete, Yo, Akito, and everyone else takin' this test as well! So... everyone... please be alright...]"

Her barefeet pounded away against the dirt floor as the trees went by her at a rapid pace. She met three trolls along the way, but they were easy to dodge and avoid. The injuries she sustained last week had healed to the point where she hardly noticed them anymore. Apparently, most of the damage was psychological for it became relatively easy to ignore the pain and think about her friends.

There were... human footprints. Two of them... belonging to a couple of teens her age. From the shape of the prints, one was male while the other was female. The female prints appeared fresher, so it was likely that the owner of those prints was following the prints belonging to the male. However, as soon as she reached a cliff, the trails ended.

"[Fuck!]" Motoko cursed when the trail ended. She looked around the cliff, then noticed a series of other footprints. That meant... there was a struggle of some sort. Something caused the owner of the female prints to run around and fight some invisible enemy. No... not invisible. There were marks along the ground indicating something vine-like slithering along the ground. There was a shinken on the ground, but no sane person would leave a weapon like that behind. All the footprints were also pointing to direction. Fingerprints also indicated that the female victim was dragged along the ground and towards... the TREE!

As soon as she figured it all out, a vine came down upon her head like an executioner's axe. She immediately dashed away from the vine and off to the side. She clenched her torch like a sword and cursed her lack of a real one. Her bow and arrows were on her back, but they couldn't really do anything to a tree demon, right? In fact, she wasn't sure how much damage she could do even if she had a real sword.

Her thoughts went to the shinken on the ground, but it was too close to the tree demon. If she went in too close, she could very well end up with the same fate as the owner of the female footprints. Instead, she backed off as much as she could while staying within the vicinity of the cliff. She continued moving backwards and dodging the vines until they could no longer reach her.

Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she sank deeper and deeper into the world called battle. Her breathes became faster and her heart pounded louder. Sweat poured down her face as they glistened in the sun. She was too distracted at the moment to even be disgusted by the smell of a thousand rotting corpses.

"[Looks like the vines can't reach me he- shit!]" Motoko immediately dashed backwards when she realized the vine's reach was longer than the tree had her believe. This time, she just continued dashing backwards until she was near the trees again. She could turn around and run, but that meant leaving behind two people who might possibly still be alive.

The tree demon was taunting her. The demon monkey taunted her. All the demons on the island were taunting her. They didn't think of the newly introduced humans as a threat. They didn't even think of them as food. Humans were entertainment in the eyes of the demons. Humans were only pathetically weak creatures who squirmed and screamed when the demons wanted them to.

"[Damn you all...]" Motoko growled as she wielded the bow she found. Her left hand clutched the middle of the bow as she planted the torch in her right hand into the ground. She took an arrow and nocked it into the string. She fired.

The arrow slithered through the air as it went straight past all the vines. The tree demon was not fast enough to catch the arrow and took it in the middle. Nothing... the tree demon did not appear phased by the arrow at all.

Motoko fired again, but she got the same result. Her eyes narrowed into frustrated slits of anger. They went towards the torch she planted on the ground. Her eyes suddenly widened with excitement.

The young sword-girl turned her attention back on the demon tree. She grabbed her tube top (or rather what was left of her gi) and ripped it off of her small and lithe body. Her small budding breasts were suddenly exposed to the air causing her nipples to harden and erect. She knelt down and proceeded to tie the fragments of clothing onto the tip of her remaining arrow. Once she was done, she lit the tip of the arrow with her torch and nocked it to her bowstring.

She aimed...

She fired...

She amazed herself...

It was like watching a dam burst. At first there was only the small ember from the arrow. Then the ember grew and spread along the tree trunk. Soon, the entire tree demon was engulfed by an even stronger demon named fire. The flames slowly, but surely claimed the tree's life. Now it looked like a Christmas tree. A Christmas tree from hell...

Motoko snapped out of her trance and ran forth towards the shinken on the ground. She snatched the blade and sheath up and sheathed the shinken at once. With her left hand clutching the sheath and her right hand on the hilt, she ran towards the flaming demon tree.

A flash of lightning could kill a tree...

Motoko's battou-jutsu wasn't that far off.

*****

"Strange..." Kana stopped walking and simply stood there in the middle of the woods. She wasn't sure why she stopped until she noticed something on the ground. Then she noticed something else that was out of place. "Strange... I'm crying and I don't know why... strange..."

*****

Kate: Circle, circle, dot, dot. Now everything will be alright.

Motoko: Why are you giving me a cootie shot? I'm not a boy.

Kate: Boys have cooties too, you know. Now that you have a shot, you don't have to worry about catching anything from Akira.

Motoko: Akira doesn't have cooties!

Kana: There are no such things as cooties.

Motoko: There are no such things as cooties!

Kate: Whatever... you'll thank me later.

*****

"[Kate... please... don't die...]"

The smell of a thousand rotting corpses was gone. All that was left was a pile of dusty old bones, a burnt down tree on a cliff, and two girls.

"[Kate...] please don't die..." Motoko sobbed as she held Kate in her arms. Both of them looked like what they should look like after going through a war. They were bruised, battered, and exhausted.

"Pete... is that you... why did... you wake me..." Kate gasped as she looked towards Motoko.

"Kate, it's me, Moto-" Motoko began to gain hope, but she was cut off.

"Circle... circle... dot... dot..." Kate managed to say. Her finger wobbled as she lifted it to Motoko's foreheard and drew the invisible circles and dots. Once she was done, she dropped her finger and smiled. "Now... every... thing... will be... alright. Please... ju... kiss... please..."

"Kate, it's me! Motoko! I... you... please don't die," Motoko begged as she held Kate against her body. She wasn't sure what to do... except... "I... can't do... anything... for you. Can't... anything... except for this."

She kissed her.

Then there were more sobs.

*****

"Sanae-Sempai, why are you crying?" Jin questioned his sempai as soon as he noticed that tears were staining the dojo's floor.

"Just... got some sand... in my eyes..." Sanae turned away from her kohai and left the dojo.

*****

Hours passed...

Motoko wanted to stay with Kate a while longer...

She could not and she knew it...

*****

Kate: Did you hear? Did you hear? Akira and Akito just confessed their love for each other.

Motoko: It won't last.

Kate: Aw... feeling jealous?

Motoko: Leave me alone!

Kate: It's strange... we're only obligated to see each other bi-annually. Yet... we always seem to hang out every weekend.

Motoko: Is that so strange? Our dojos are only a subway trip away from each other. Wait... what does that have to do with anything?

Kate: Nothing... nothing at all. Just that... isn't Akito's dojo far away? I guess we should've seen it coming. She's been hanging out with us every weekend even though she has to take a longer trip.

Motoko: So what? I bet she just doesn't have any friends where she lives.

*****

Akito remembered what her life was like before she came to the island. She was an outcast among her peers ever since the start of elementary school. It was because she disagreed with what everyone else thought almost every time a hot topic was introduced. Her parents were killed in a car crash when she was five years old. She lived with her grandparents ever since. When she was seven, her grandmother taught her how to use a sword and her grandfather taught her how to use her fists.

It was because she had no parents that the other kids initially picked on her. It was after she nearly beat a classmate to death that things got worse for her. The other children simply avoided her and treated her like some sort of monster. Akito blamed this entirely on her grandparents for the next few years. She then blamed herself for her grandfather's death, which occured when she was thirteen. She was certain that her grandmother also blamed her.

Nobody except Akira... but Akira was dead.

Even if she were to die here, Akito was certain that nobody would miss her. Nobody would care...

It was getting cold...

"Akito... Akito..."

Akito looked up and at first she thought she was looking at Akira. She corrected herself. It was not Akira... but why...

"No... not again... not you too..."

Why... why was she...

Why is she crying for me, Akito thought to herself as she looked up at Motoko's face. Streams of tears were rolling down the fourteen year old's reddened face. The skin under her eyes were puffed up and sore from all the crying.

I'm glad...

Circle, circle, dot, dot... now everything will be alright.

Everything will be alright...

All around the two girls were the unmoving figures of the one-eyed trolls. They were all dead... yes, even the fifteen feet tall giants. They were all slaughtered by a single girl wielding a shinken.

*****

There was an old woman who lived in Okinawa. She lived in a cottage near the beach. She was a widow and her only child was dead. Her only child... and now she was worried about her only grandchild.

"Akito... please come back..." The old woman whispered.

*****

Three months passed like the wind against the sand.

It was time to see if all was in vain.

"Where is the ultimate weapon?" Motoko's sensei asked.

"It's..." Motoko lowered her eyes at the question. She had grown in the past three months. Her hair was much longer and reached all the way to the small of her back. She looked less fragile and her skin was slightly tanner. She stood as tall as Sanae and her breasts had also developed as well. Simply put, she was hot after one month of hell. She was smoking hot once the demons learned to fear her.

"Well?" The sensei was waited patiently with his arms crossed.

"It's right here," Motoko replied. She jerked a thumb towards her forehead and repeated, "The ultimate weapon is right here."

"Congratulations, Motoko. You passed."