Chapter 2 - Hibiki

****The Present****

I stifled a smile at the looks on their faces. They looked somewhere between shock and awe just at the tidbit my darling wife has told them. “Holy shit! Granny, you dirty, dirty girl!” Forrest laughed. “So that’s where Riko gets it. We assumed just from talking to you. But that… wow.” Elijah smirked. Riko was covering her face trying to hide her blush. 

Yūri, of course, laughed. “That’s well. It’s impressive.” Darius nodded. “You obviously have heard all this before.” he nodded at me. “Of course. I mean, I lived it. And once we were together, we didn’t keep secrets.” I shrugged. “Well, now we want to know all the secrets.” Forrest smirked. “Not the details! I don’t want the details.” Riko shook her head. 

Yūri scoffed at her. “Oh, Riko, sweetie. You know we have sex. I mean, if we didn’t, your mother and therefore you wouldn’t exist.” she rolled her eyes. “That and we know it because we had to make sure you either stay with our parents or a hotel during your visits.” Elijah shook his head. “I had to burn my sheets. Using hot wax on my bed without warning wasn’t cool.” Forrest pouted.

“Live and learn, son.” I nodded sagely. I know it embarrasses the hell out of Riko to even think about her grandparents having very active sex lives. But we do. “Okay, let’s settle down.” Darius called his siblings to order. “Okay, so why don’t you tell us a bit more about yourself. What brought you to Yūri.” Forrest nodded, trying to get serious.

I sighed, reaching out to hold my wife’s hand. “Well, unlike Yūri, I was born and raised in San Francisco. My parents immigrated to chase the American dream before world war two started. Of course, it wasn’t long after that they ended up in a camp.” I began rolling my eyes. “I was born the year after they were released. I had a happy childhood. My father was Hikari Takuya and my mother was Riko Saki. In Japan, my father has been a policeman. But with how things were going and the talk of war looming, they left to avoid him being drafted into a war he probably wouldn’t come back from.” I sighed.

“Wait… so I’m named for your mother, and so was mom?” Riko asked. I smiled and nodded. “Yes. And you, my darling girl, remind me so much of my mother. I was so proud when your mother asked for my blessing to name you for my mother. She was a sweet and compassionate woman. She saw the good in everyone. She was the backbone of my family. The one who supported others.” I smiled fondly. 

Elijah wrapped Riko into a hug, kissing her cheek. “That sounds exactly like our Riko.” the boys said in unison. All three looking at her with deep and honest love. I’m so happy she found them. I know things could have gone wrong. Not everyone is open to sharing a partner. Hell, even I’m not as open as these boys. I’ve shared my wife many times in our marriage, but that’s only her body. Her heart is all mine. 

“I am in awe of you four.” I sighed. “Huh?” Forrest blinked. “What do you mean, grandfather?” Riko asked. “The love you share. It is awe-inspiring and not something many others could ever have.” I explained. “I don’t know about that, sir. You love Yūri as much as we love Riko.” Darius shook his head. “And we know that you and granny have had others in your bed.” Forrest snickered.

“That’s what is different. Anyone we’ve let into bed with us, that’s all it was. It was sex. It was physical. I could never share Yūri’s heart with another. Yet, the three of you have done what many find impossible. You share her heart without an ounce of jealousy.” I smiled. The boys all shrugged. “We’ve shared everything since the womb.” Darius shrugged. “It just comes naturally.” Elijah nodded. “Plus, the other option is asking her to choose, and we could never ask our girl to do that.” Forrest shook his head.

“Awe. And that’s why you adore you three. Now then, stop focusing on them. You’re supposed to be telling them your side of the story.” Yūri squeezed my hand. “Alright, alright. Okay, so as I said, I was born and raised in San Francisco. But knowing what my parents went through just for their nationality was a source of anger for me. I probably could have gone the bad path and joined a gang to take out my aggression.” I sighed.

“Instead, I opted to focus on training my mind and body. I wanted to protect people. And well, I figured the best way to do that was to become a cop. My parents were very proud when I finished the police academy. I worked hard to get to where I was. I had a meeting with my Captain that day, but the call came in to hurry to city hall because a bunch of hippies were protesting and in serious violation of indecent exposure laws.” I laughed. 

****1972****

“Hurry up, Konishi!” one of the other young guys shouted. “We’re missing it!” he laughed as we rushed from our cars. We’d been told that among the protesting, there was an active orgy. To say that piqued the interest of everyone in the precinct would be an understatement. Especially the younger guys. While I knew what an orgy was, I was not prepared for what we found.

I stopped short, taken back by what I was witnessing. There were about ten very naked individuals, six men and four women performing very explicit acts on the lawn. But of all of that chaos, my eyes were drawn to one woman in particular. She was only wearing a pair of thigh-high burgundy patent leather boots, her pert ass bouncing while one of the men penetrated her. 

Long straight black hair cascading down her back, acting like a teasing peepshow as each movement of her body would give me a glimpse of her dusty rose nipples as heavy breasts swayed hypnotically. I can only imagine how loudly she must be trying to moan. I say, trying because there’s a cock in her mouth that she’s deepthroating like a camp. 

Holy fucking shit. I’ve watched some pretty racy porn, even had to shut a few porn productions down and nothing got to me like watching this goddess getting nailed. I’m supposed to be stopping this. But I was frozen in place, my mouth hanging open, certain I was drooling. 

All too soon, someone turned the hose on them, and the exhibitionists scrambled with a collection of moans and groans. They rushed to find their clothes, getting dressed as they ran from the scene. My eyes were still on the goddess as she wiggled those hips into a mini skirt that matched her boots. I am pretty sure my cock has the imprint of my zipper, I'm that hard.

And, of course, she’s looking at me. I gulp as I feel her gaze go lower. Yep, she knows I’m turned on. She’s not fazed, not in the least. I shouldn’t be surprised, given the show she was putting on. She winks! She winks at me before running off as she pulled on her top, hiding those breasts I wanted to lick, suck, and fuck for hours. Only in my dreams, but who knows, maybe I’ll see her again.

Once we cleared out the remaining protesters, the ones wearing clothes, and put blankets around a couple of guys we managed to stop, we headed back to the station. I was sitting at my desk, lost in thought. My thoughts only about that girl. That goddess who was owning her pleasure without a care that she was being watched or judged. She’s amazing. And I envied the men that were touching her, fucking her. 

“Konishi!” someone shouted, throwing a pencil at me. “What?” I asked, blinking, sitting up straight. “Hell, Rickie.” I grumbled, throwing his pencil back at him. “I’ve been calling your name. Captain McGuire is waiting in his office.” Rickie rolled his green eyes at me. “Fuck…” I groaned, suddenly remembering I was supposed to be meeting with him today. 

“KONISHI! GET YOUR ASS IN MY OFFICE NOW!” McGuire shouted. I winced as I jumped from my chair, knocking over my cup of coffee. Rickie laughed his deep, robust laugh. “Asshole.” I grumbled, elbowing him as I passed him. “Aye, but I’m the asshole that’s gonna clean up your mess!” he called, letting his Irish accent come out in full force. 

I took a breath and checked my uniform was in order before knocking on McGuire’s door. “Enter.” he gruffly answered. I let out the breath I’d been holding and stepped inside. “Yes, sir.” I greeted, standing at attention. “I have a new assignment for you.” he said, pushing a thick folder across his desk. “Yes, sir.” I nodded, picking up the folder. My eyes widened as I saw the name written on the cover. 

“Kitsune…” I whispered the name. “The very same. She dropped another body two nights ago. We need to stop her. Six years she’s been terrorizing our city, county, hell, the whole damn state. I want her caught, dead or alive. I don’t care which. They may have let this slide in Japan, but here in the states, we don’t. So catch her. And fast. You do this, and you can guarantee that promotion you’ve wanted. You don’t, and you might find yourself back as a beat cop.” he warned, waving me out. 

No point trying to argue. I nodded and took the report out to my desk. True to his word Rickie had cleaned up the mess I’d left behind. “Thanks, Rickie.” I nodded, frowning as I took my seat. “What’s got you glum? You were just all smiles? Did McGuire give you shit for ogling the exhibitionist instead of arresting them?” he taunted. 

I shook my head. “No, and I wasn't ogling them.” I grumbled. “Oh please, Hibiki. That one Asian girl who was getting tag teamed had your full attention, of your eyes and downstairs.” he laughed, pointed down at his crotch. “I know she had my attention. Don’t see many curvy Asian beauties like that.” he waggled his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and opened the folder, starting to flip through six years of reports. “She was Japanese. Seriously learn the difference.” I rolled my eyes. 

I know a few girls in my neighborhood that would have Rickie’s balls if he generically called them Asian or confused them with another nationality. “There’s a difference?” he arched an eyebrow. “Would you like someone calling you a Scot?” I countered. His face started to turn as red as his curly hair. “That’s fighting words.” he growled. “Exactly. No one likes being called the wrong nationality or put into a generic overarching race.” I pointed at him.

He rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever. You can’t tell me you aren’t going to be jerking it thinking about that one later.” he teased. “That implies I’m going to have a free minute to think about her.” I sighed forlornly. “Why? What’s that?” he asked, leaning over his desk to peer at mine. “Oh fuck. He gave you the Kitsune case? Shit, what did you do to piss him off?” he blinked. 

“He didn’t find out you fucked his niece, did he?” he asked in a whisper after glancing to be sure no one was paying attention. I rolled my eyes. “No, he didn’t, that I’m aware of. And it was a one-time thing at a party. Not like either of us were looking for more than a good time.” I dismissed instead focusing on the reports. 

Some of these were gruesome, but always if they were murders, the weapon was a katana. We knew the killer was a female but only because one of the victims, a victim who wasn’t meant to be killed but left alive as a warning, said their assailant was a buxom woman dressed in a skin-tight black jumpsuit wearing a kitsune mask. And as if she was teasing us, she would leave a card that had the image of a kitsune mask.