Chapter 5 - Hibiki

It’d been three days since the orgy incident, and Captain McGuire dumped the Kitsune case on me. I was getting nowhere with the case. She hasn’t made a move, and I’ve yet to see a real pattern. Well beyond that, everyone she’s killed and most she’s attacked are criminals. But then there are people in the mix that have no criminal record and are the ones that don't want to talk to the cops about what happened.

“UGH!” I groaned, leaning my head back to hit the wall behind my sofa. I rubbed my hands over my face and up into my hair, removing my top knot, my dark hair falling just past my chin. This is going to drive me crazy if I keep looking at it. I push the folder away on the coffee table and jump to my feet. 

“I need food. And a drink, or ten.” I sighed, sliding my feet into my black and white Adidas sneakers by my front door. I grabbed my wallet and keys, managing to fit them into the pockets of my fitted bell-bottom jeans. I didn’t bother with a jacket. It wasn’t cold or rainy today, so my short sleeve black tee would be sufficient.

“Heading out, Detective Konishi?” my neighbor, Judy, called out, licking her lips as I locked my door. I glanced to my left at her. She’s a nice enough woman. We hooked up once at the Christmas party the building had last year. And I have to admit getting laid might help clear my head. But every time I’ve closed my eyes over the last three days, I keep seeing that goddess and imagining what it would look like and feel like to have her riding my cock the way she’d been all in during that orgy. 

“Yes. Have a good day, ma’am.” I winked. She was very into playing up the whole I’m a cop thing but to each their own. She gave me a sly grin. “Well, if you ever need someone to help relieve the pressure you’re under, my door is always open.” her sultry voice held dirty promises. I smiled and said nothing heading for the stairs. 

Till I can get that goddess out of my head, it wouldn’t feel right to screw around with another. Not fair to be picturing someone else. And I’m not that much of a bastard. I sighed, looking up at the sky as I made my way to Sam’s Grill. I liked the spot. It was low-key, with good food and good drinks. What more can a guy ask for? A beautiful female companion.

I must not have been paying attention as I found myself bumping into someone. “Hey! Watch it!” a feminine voice shouted. I blinked, startled, and looked down. Holy fuck, it’s her! Her long hair was braided with daisies scattered randomly in the braid, standing out brightly against her raven’s wing hair. Today she was wearing a denim short sleeve romper where the zipper was open dangerously low to highlight her tits and her feet in open toe tan platform heels. 

Her legs were splayed open, and fuck, I wanted to be between those legs. I shook my head to bring myself back to reality. “Sorry, my fault for being lost in thoughts of you.” I shrugged, leaning down offering my hand. “Right cause I haven’t heard that line before.” she rolled her eyes, but I saw the corners of those plump lips twitch. She did at least take my hand, pulling her to her feet. 

Fuck, even in those platforms, she’s still a couple of inches shorter than me, and as her body lurched forward into me, she fit perfectly against me. She gasped and looked up at me. “Wasn’t a line, goddess.” I smirked. “Wait… I recognize you.” her brow furrowed, and fuck, it was adorable. “Oh crap… you’re that cop.” she licked her lips as her chocolate brown eyes held my gaze.

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” I laughed a little, enjoying the feel of her hand in mine. It fit so nicely, just like her body. “Depends.” she smirked, letting her eyes look over my face. Probably noticing the stubble on my face and the bags under my eyes. I look like shit, I’m sure. I haven’t slept well in days between the Kitsune case and her haunting my dreams.

“What’s it depend on?” I asked, licking my lips, fighting the urge to kiss her. “Are you looking to arrest me for the protest?” she asked, arching her perfect dark brow. “Protest? That’s what you call it? Interesting. Cause we call it public indecency.” he chuckled. “It was a protest.” she said firmly. “What were you protesting? Clothes?” I smiled. 

“Women’s reproductive rights. You are aware they are once again reviewing Roe vs. Wade. Honestly, the fact that a bunch of men think they have the right to tell women what we can and cannot do with our bodies is bullshit. And till laws are passed that dictate what a man can do with his dick, there shouldn’t be any that control a woman’s vagina.” she ranted. 

Now usually, I can’t say I’ve been big into the women’s rights movement. Don’t get me wrong. I think women should have as many rights as men, maybe more since well without women, the world would end. But most of the women I’ve met who were into the movement didn’t look like this goddess. And fuck, she’s practically radiating power, and it’s hot.

“Preaching to the converted, goddess. Women make the world go round, and just because men have inferiority complexes doesn’t mean they get to force their bullshit on others.” I smiled. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me like she was checking for bullshit. “Mhm. Men would do right to remember they wouldn’t exist without us.” she snorted.

“So you didn’t answer my question. Are you looking to arrest me for the protest?” she eyed me. “Nope. Off duty, and even if I wasn't, how can I say for sure you’re one of the ones that got away.” I shrugged. “Though I have my cuffs back at my place if being cuffed is something you like.” I smirked. She rolled her eyes but was smirking, taking a step back to eye me like I was a slab of meat in a butcher case. 

I admit I like it. And apparently, so did my cock because he was trying to stand at attention when her gaze went to my crotch. “So do you always walk around with a hardon, or is that just for me?” she teased, licking her lips, and damn, these pants were getting uncomfortable. “Oh, this is just for you.” I winked. She laughed. Oh fuck, her laugh is like a beautiful melody. I want to hear it more.

“What’s your name, officer?” she cocked her head, shifting her hand in mine to properly hold it. “Konishi Hibiki. Does this mean I get to learn your name? Or do I get to continue just calling you the goddess?” I smiled. “Yoshida Akio.” she answered after a beat. “Akio.” I repeated her name. “It’s nice to meet you. And while I don’t want to assume, for all I know, one of those guys from your protest is your man, but are you free for lunch?” I asked, taking a chance.

“By my man do you mean someone I’m in a committed relationship with?” she laughed. “I know it sounds funny given what you were doing in that protest. But you know what I mean.” I shrugged. “Technically, two of them are mine when I want them to be. But it’s not a thing where I don’t see who I want when I want and vice versa.” she smiled, lacing our fingers. “So where are we heading?” she smirked.

Well fuck. This woman was already balancing two men. But at least neither apparently have a claim to her. And if it means I get a date with her, I’m good. “Was heading to Sam’s Grill but can go somewhere else if you prefer.” I explained. She shrugged, flipping her braid over her shoulder. “Sam’s is fine by me.” she smiled, tugging me in that direction.

I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my lips as I got to walk hand in hand with this goddess… Akio. “So I have to ask this. Because between your protest and well my job I want to be sure. How old are you?” I asked. She looks young, but I’m sure she’s of age. But I don’t know if she’s drinking age. “How old do I look, officer?” she tossed a teasing wink.

“Well, I hope you’re over eighteen, or I’m in big trouble. I’m not guessing your age. My mother raised me to know you never guess a woman’s age. Just tell me this, are you over twenty-one? It would feel weird getting an anchor porter while you’re drinking a soda.” I chuckled. 

She laughed, oh, that laugh is going to do me in, I’m sure of it. “Don't worry, big boy, I am old enough to drink.” she winked. “Well, that’s good. Because we’re here.” I smirked while holding the door for her. “Oh, look at that, a gentleman…” she teased, running a nail down my chest over my shirt as she swayed her hips, putting on a show as she passed me.  

I clenched my jaw to hold back the urge to slap that pert ass. Oh, fuck it. I smacked it. “Not that much of a gentleman.” I winked as she gasped and looking back at me with mock surprise. I know it’s faking because her eyes are already shining with laughter. “Oh, we are going to get along just fine, Hibiki.” she winked, leading the way to a bar top table. 

“Must be a Thursday.” the pretty blonde waitress… Donna, right, that’s her name… greeted as she eyed me. “You a regular?” Akio teased. “Oh, and company. Where’s that Rickie? He’s been dodging me.” Donna asked. I rolled my eyes. “It's near my place, so yeah, I come here when I don’t feel like cooking or going to my parents where I’ll get overfed. You know how parents get, especially in our culture.” I shrugged.

“Sorry Donna, it's not my day to watch him. I know he’s not working, just like me.” I shrugged. Akio looked a little uncomfortable when I mentioned parents and our culture. “Well, when you see him tell him, he better call me, or next time he comes in here, he’s getting a burger from the trash bin.” she warned. “So what are you two drinking?” she smiled. 

“Um, that sounds gross, unsanitary, and probably a violation that would get this place written up. But I’ll tell him. I want my usual, an anchor porter and the tavern burger medium with fries.” I placed my order because it’s what I always get. “And you hun?” she asked, turning her attention to Akio. “I’ll take the fish and chips with an anchor porter.” she ordered after glancing at the menu.

“You got it. I’ll be back with your drinks.” Donna nodded. “Careful with this one, hun. He gets around, if you know what I mean.” she stage whispered. I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for the warning, but so do I. And I think of us I’m the more dangerous one.” Akio smirked. And something about the hardness of her eyes I’m inclined to believe she might be. After all, I don’t know her. I know she has guts and owns her sexuality.

After Donna walked away, I leaned an elbow on the table, putting my chin in my hand. “So tell me about yourself. All I know is that you have the sexiest body I’ve ever seen, have strong political opinions, and own your sexuality giving no fucks what anyone else may think.” I smiled. I want to know more about her. I want to know everything: her likes, her dislikes—all of it.

“Um, not much to tell. Grew up in Tokyo. I moved here six years ago when mom died. Dad’s usually busy focusing on business. Sometimes I help out. But unless it’s business or him trying to control my life, we don’t talk.” she shrugged. “I’m sorry to hear about your mom. Must have been rough to lose someone important and then be uprooted.” I frowned. 

She smiled a little, reaching over to touch my hand. “Thanks. I try not to dwell on it. But what about you? You’re obviously close to your parents, given you mentioned going to their place to eat.” she asked. While it may seem normal to ask me questions, too, I could tell she was trying to divert attention from herself. “Born and raised here. My parents immigrated before the war. They run a tea shop that they live above.” I shrugged. “Oh, what’s the name of the shop? Maybe I’ve been.” she asked. “The Jade Dragon.” I answered. “Oh, I know that place. My friend Mayu loves it.” she smiled.