The weekend air in Sainan Town was crisp, carrying the faint, sweet scent of early autumn leaves and the distant, rhythmic hum of city traffic.
Rito walked down the main thoroughfare, feeling the sun warm on his shoulders. He was dressed in a simple, clean polo shirt that hugged his torso, the fabric straining slightly against the dense, hard muscle of his chest and shoulders.
He wasn't walking alone.
On his right arm, Sairenji Haruna was clinging to him with a newfound, unapologetic grip. Since the rooftop exorcism, the shame of the audience had been replaced by a fierce, protective possessiveness. She didn't hide her affection anymore; she walked close enough that her soft breasts brushed against his bicep, her eyes scanning the crowd with a watchful, territorial gleam.
On his left, Momioka Risa was practically vibrating with energy. She walked deliberately close, her shoulder bumping against his ribs every few steps. She gave him and Haruna subtle, knowing looks, her lips curled into that signature, teasing smirk that hinted she was already planning her own inevitable rooftop moment.
Behind them, Lala skipped along, humming a tune, her tail swishing in a happy, hypnotic arc, while Mio trailed slightly behind, snapping photos and whispering gossip into her phone.
"This is nice," Rito remarked, feeling the warmth of the girls flanking him. "I haven't had a proper weekend out in a while."
"It's great!" Lala chirped. "The energy here is perfectly balanced for a group date!"
They turned the corner into the park, and that was when they saw her.
Yami sat on a bench under a sprawling oak tree, her black gothic dress stark against the vibrant green of the park. She was deep in a thick fashion magazine, her golden hair flowing like a silent river down her back. A few high school boys were gawking from a distance, whispering about the "beautiful doll-like girl", but they kept their distance, intimidated by the icy aura radiating from her.
Lala didn't hesitate. She lunged forward, followed closely by Risa and Mio.
"Yami-chan!"
The assassin froze. Her hair instantly bristled, forming sharp spikes that hissed in the air. But then, she caught sight of Lala and others with Rito walking up behind them. Her expression shifted, the caution evaporated, replaced by a faint, tell-tale dusting of pink on her cheeks. She quickly retracted her hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear as she looked away.
"You," she muttered, her red eyes landing on Rito. "You guys are... loud."
Haruna stepped forward, her polite side taking over. "Hello... Yami-chan? What are you reading?"
Yami held up the magazine. It was Gal's Monthly, featuring a series of outfits designed by Saibai Ringo.
Rito leaned in, squinting at the page. "Oh, those? Those are my mom's designs. She's a professional designer, you know. She does stuff for overseas brands."
Yami looked at the magazine, then at Rito. "Your... mother?"
Risa snatched the magazine, her eyes widening. "Wait, these are your mom's designs?! No wonder the aesthetics are so bold! Yami-chan, you have excellent taste! But... you're still wearing the black dress? Really? It's iconic, but you need a change!"
"I am fine with my battle dress," Yami insisted, pulling her hair back. "It is functional."
"Functionality is out, fashion is in!" Mio declared, grabbing Yami's other arm. "We're going to the boutique. Right now!"
Without waiting for a protest, the girls began dragging Yami toward the shopping district. Lala, eager to see what Yami looked like in different clothes, grabbed Rito's free hand and hauled him along for the ride.
…
The boutique was a temple of lace, silk, and overpriced cotton.
Rito stood by the changing rooms, his face burning a constant, deep crimson. Everywhere he looked, there was underwear. Rows of bras, walls of panties, and mannequins draped in outfits that made his blood pressure spike.
His body was in a state of high alert. His cock was twitching in his pants, a little aroused, responding to the sensory overload of lace and skin.
Risa walked past him, a set of black lace in her hand. She slowed down, stopping directly in his personal space. She held the lace set up, the fabric shimmering in the shop lights, and leaned into his ear.
"Would you like me to wear this for you later, Rito?" she whispered, her voice a sultry, dangerous purr.
Rito swallowed hard. He knew she was teasing, but his honesty wouldn't let him play the ignorant boy. He looked at the lace, then at Risa, his eyes focusing.
"You looked incredible in it last time, Momioka-san," Rito replied, his voice rough and sincere. "So... yes. I would."
Risa's teasing smirk faltered a little. She hadn't expected such a direct answer. She turned away quickly, fumbling with the clothes. "You... you're getting too bold recently, Rito," she stammered, though she clutched the lace set tighter to her chest.
Rito scratched his nose with a small smile, deciding to not answer to that comment.
"Yami-chan, are you done in there?" Lala called out, her voice bouncing through the small room.
She didn't wait for an answer. She ripped the curtain open with a cheerful "Ta-da!"
Yami was standing in the center of the cubicle, still undressing. She had her battle dress piled on the floor, and she was standing in her simple, functional bra and matching panties.
She froze.
Lala froze.
Rito, who had been staring in the direction of the curtain, found his gaze locked onto her.
Yami was pale, her skin like marble. Her breasts were small but beautifully shaped, her waist narrow, and her legs long and toned from her years of assassin training. She was the picture of lethal elegance.
Rito didn't look away. He couldn't. His golden-brown eyes were glued to her, his heart hammering against his ribs, still he didn't cover his eyes or apologize.
"You are looking incredibly cute, Yami-chan." Rito said, his voice honest, open, and completely sincere.
Yami stood there for a split second, her brain processing the compliment, the intense gaze, and the utter lack of tact from her target.
Her face turned a colour that didn't exist in nature.
"I HATE ECCHI PEOPLE!"
Following her words, a fist made of her hair lashed out, punching Rito in the face and knocking him backward into the rack of dresses.
Clatter-clatter-crash.
Yami dove back behind the curtain, screaming, "GO AWAY!"
Rito sat in the pile of fallen clothes, rubbing his face, a dazed, happy smile on his face.
"She... she's really cute," he whispered.
…
After thirty minutes of intense debate and several more "accidental" curtain openings by Lala, Yami finally stepped out.
She was wearing a cute, girly outfit: a pastel yellow sundress with a ruffled hem, a light cardigan, and a pair of white flats. It softened her deadly aura, making her look like a normal, beautiful girl out for a stroll.
She stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself with confusion. She moved her arms, testing the range of motion. Then, she looked at Rito.
Rito stood up, his gaze sweeping over her. He saw how the dress hugged her frame, how the colour made her blonde hair pop, and how it made her look... human.
"It looks really good on you, Yami-chan," Rito said, his voice warm and genuine. "Moreover, you look... happy."
Yami blinked, her heart doing a fluttering dance in her chest. "Happy?"
"Yeah. You look really happy."
She looked back in the mirror, and for the first time, she didn't see a weapon. She saw a girl.
Risa and Mio immediately swooped in, squealing. "She's so cute! We're definitely buying it for her!"
Rito stepped up to the counter. He didn't hesitate. He pulled out his wallet, the royalties from Dragon Ball Z making him more than capable of covering the cost.
"I'll take it," he said to the clerk. "It's a gift."
He turned back to Yami. She was looking at him, her red eyes shimmering with something.
"Thank you, Yuuki Rito." she whispered, her voice tiny.
They stepped out of the mall into the late afternoon air. The lights were starting to flicker on.
Suddenly, two burly men in cheap suits stepped out of a shadowed doorway. They looked like the standard thugs, but their eyes were glowing with a faint, synthetic blue light.
"That's her," one said, pointing at Yami. "And that's the boy. Lacospo has said double the bounty for the both of them."
"Give us the girl!" the other shouted, reaching for Yami's arm.
Rito instantly stepped between them and Yami.
He planted his feet, his muscles coiled and ready, the power of his mutated physiology radiating off him in waves.
The lead thug grabbed Rito by the collar and pulled back, expecting him to stumble or fall, as was the custom for an Earthling boy.
But Rito didn't budge. He felt like an immovable object.
The thug pulled harder, veins popping on his neck, but Rito remained rooted to the spot, his face a mask of cold and flat expression, his eyes flashing gold.
The thug let go, stumbling back, his hands trembling. "W-What the...? How are you so strong?!"
Before the thug could recover, a flurry of blades whipped past Rito's head, shredding the thugs' suit jackets and pinning them to the wall.
Yami stood behind Rito, her hair-blades extended, her red eyes burning.
"Do not," she said, her voice freezing the air in the alley, "touch him."
The thugs scrambled away, terrified.
Meanwhile Yami froze noticing a detail. In her anger and haste at attacking those thugs, she tore a jagged hole in the fabric of her newly bought dress, exposing her thigh.
She looked at the torn fabric, and then at Rito, who was still standing protectively in front of her.
Her expression crumpled.
"The outfit..." she whispered. "It's ruined."
Rito turned, seeing her distress. He patted her head gently, his hand warm against her hair.
"It's just a dress, Yami-chan." he said. "How about we go for shopping another day. Next time, we'll buy ten more. We can even make it a date."
Yami looked at him, her eyes softening. "A date...?"
"Yeah. A date."
"So, would you like to go on one with me?"
She turned her face the other way.
"Then I will... look forward to it."
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