The Rising Sun & The Morning Calm Ch. 15

"How does such a big sound come out of such a tiny woman?" Shinnosuke wondered aloud in Japanese.

"[Tsugoi-yo]..." Genzo whispered in an awestruck tone.

Noboru rubbed his ear vigorously with one hand. "I think my kitten has made me deaf." Angela stuck her tongue out at him in rebuttle. "I am going to have a word with the men for a moment. When I come back, what would you like to do?"

"Can the four of us watch Seven Samurai together?" she ventured excitedly.

"Of course." He kissed her and stood up. "Try to be a lady."

"Years to late for that," she sighed, patting her full tummy.

Noboru closed the door behind him and actually smiled. She looked like her old self again. He could tolerate the absurd solution to her problem for a little longer and not seeing her so emotionally labile was comforting to him. Giving a few last instructions to his men, he took a copy of Seven Samurai from his DVD library and returned to the room.

"I'm so excited to watch this with you guys!" she squealed. "This is one of my all time favorite Kurosawa films!"

"Which samurai is your favorite?" Shinnosuke asked.

"Kyuzo. He's silent but deadly. No -- Heihachi. He's so funny. No -- Kanbei, cause he's just The Man. But I like Kikuchio too. Oh I can never decide! I like them all for different reasons!" She grabbed a hippo shaped pillow and flopped onto her stomach.

Genzo shrugged, unimpressed. "It would be better if there were [shinobi] in it. We ninja are so much cooler than samurai."

"Is that right, Genzo?" Noboru asked, arching a brow.

"Well, except for you, Noboru-donno," he added smoothly. Angela giggled at Genzo's save.

Doing his best to push away the doubts in his mind, Noboru cherished this rare moment of normalcy in his life as he started the DVD and lay down next to her.

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ja-na: see you (Japanese)

uruseh-nah: shuddup (Japanese)

oishii: tasty (Japanese)

tsugoi-yo: amazing (Japanese)

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Four days into the experiment, Angela's hormone levels continued to decrease and Noboru finally felt that he could rest easy that the ordeal was over. Ryuzo was even hopeful that she would finish the estrus by the end of the week. After two hours of data collection, she was napping when Genzo knocked on the door. "[Gomen]. I wanted to show you something."

Sitting up in bed, she yawned. "What's that?"

"[Mitteh]." He opened his laptop and Angela recognized Noboru's study. "Oi! [Hajimeteh]!" One of the men looking after Noboru's condo popped into the screen.

"I don't get it."

Smiling, Genzo nodded at his webcam and the man lifted Snotty into the viewing window. "Since you missed your cats, I arranged a visit." Snotty mewed at being awkwardly held by the stranger. "[Tsugi]." The first man exited the frame and a second sat down holding Yin. He waved her tiny white mitten at the camera and her face bore a look of irritation at being put on display in such an undignified manner. A third man brought Yang in front of the camera. "Yang-chan," Genzo called to her softly. Hearing his voice, she pricked up her ears and meowed. Wriggling out of his hands, she took off and her captor shrugged at the camera and walked out of sight. Closing the laptop, he looked over at Angela and was alarmed to see her crying quietly, her head resting against her knees. "[Doshta]?" he asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Genzo, I'm so worried!" she sobbed. "I worry all the time now!"

"About what?" He tried to pat her back soothingly.

"How could Noboru still love me after what I've done these last few days?" She swiped at her face with the back of her hand. "I feel so guilty for what I did and I can't stand feeling this way!"

He let her lean against his chest as she cried. "It is not you, and he knows this. Your body is not under your control right now. Both of you are doing this so that it can be over faster."

"But how could he not hate me for doing this?" She put her arms around his neck and wept on his shoulder like a child. "He'd never tell me if he was upset with me. What if he never wants to touch me again?" The very thought made her sob even harder.

"Why would he not want to touch you?" Genzo asked softly. It felt so good to hold her, to know that she trusted him with her feelings and insecurities. He couldn't help taking in the smell of her bath soap mixed with the salty scent of her tears. She seemed so tiny and fragile in his arms.

"Would YOU still want to touch me if you knew I fucked a bunch of random guys?" she hiccupped mournfully.

Hell, he'd watched her fuck those guys senseless every single day for almost a whole week and he still got himself off fantasizing about her every night. If she offered herself to him when she was no longer under the influence of her mating instinct, it would be difficult for him to refuse her. "Noboru loves you a great deal. I know he has felt terrible for what you have gone through and because he infected you, he feels responsible for your distress. I think that he hopes that doing this will help make things right for you, and if it does, he will not regret it."

"I'd never blame him for this." Her lilac colored eyes blinked up at him under a film of tears and he felt his heart catch in his chest for a moment.

"Perhaps not, but he worries about it, in the same way that you worry he will not wish to be with you. He knows that you remember none of this, that what you do is not of your own volition and that it does not undermine your feelings for him in any way." He wiped her face gently with his palm. "[Shinpai-shinai-deh], Angela-chan." As soon as he said the words, he wished he could take them back. He had never addressed her as --chan before. It was far too familiar, too personal, but she seemed not to notice his slip and only hugged him tighter.

"Thanks, Genzo. For everything." Letting out a shaky sigh, she leaned her head against his thick chest. "I'm so glad you're here."

Pulling her more securely to his side, he rested his chin on her head as she calmed down, feeling not a little guilty about the fact that he was enjoying it so much.

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gomen: sorry (informal, Japanese)

mitteh: watch (Japanese)

hajimeteh: begin (Japanese)

tsugi: next (Japanese)

doshta: what's the matter (Japanese)

shinpai shinai deh: don't worry (Japanese)

-chan: familiar version of san, used usually in personal situations:

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Ryuzo had finished plotting the day's results on his graph and was preparing to head home. "Aiko, I'll be back in a half hour with the evening sample before I go to bed. Start running the assays and add the data to the graph when it's done being analyzed."

"Hai," the thin woman nodded. After he had dropped off the latest blood sample, she prepared the assays and felt her cell phone vibrate in her pocket. Glancing at the display, her eyes widened when she saw who had called and she exited the building and waited anxiously by the back entrance.

"[Konbawa], Aiko-chan." She had to stifle a small scream as a pair of yellow eyes floated in the darkness in front of her.

"Na-Nagamori-sama!"

He could hear her heart hammering away in her chest. "So, what news do you have for me?" Saburo stepped out of the shadows, a sinister smile on his face.

"Everything that I discovered is in this file," she whispered, handing him a USB stick.

"Excellent. How was your last visit to the oncologist?" He flashed her a predatory grin that showcased his pointed teeth.

"It's a glioblastoma," she said, trembling. "The neurologist gave me about three months."

"Nothing cures an unresectable brain tumor like the Nagamori Virus," he laughed cruelly as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Thank you for the information, Aiko-chan. Though my brother apparently is ignorant of your usefulness, I on the other hand am not, and I always keep my word. Give me your hand." Quivering with fear, she extended her hand and Saburo sniffed her wrist. "[Kampai]," he quipped, before he slipped into his wolf habitus and sank his teeth into the flesh of her palm. Grimacing, he spat her blood out in disgust -- he could taste her cancer in it. Shrinking back to his human form, he dressed himself and reminded her, "Remember who you work for now, [kanajo]," before being swallowed up by the shadows.

Sinking to her knees, Aiko looked at the bloody tooth marks in her palm and brought her hands to her face, lamenting, "Oh god, what have I done?"

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konbawa: good evening (Japanese)

kampai: cheers (Japanese)

kanajo: girlfriend, girl (Japanese)

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When Noboru and Angela had turned in for the night, Genzo said goodnight to Shinnosuke and went to his own room. Getting undressed, he decided a hot shower would help him relax and stepped into the tub. For a few minutes, he simply stood under the spray, lost in thought as the water ran over him, torn between his loyalty to Noboru and his burgeoning attachment to his woman.

It ate away at him that Noboru's unconditional trust in him was what continually pushed him closer towards her. He'd kept himself isolated and withdrawn for years since the loss of his family so long ago in the raid on his village. To suddenly spend so much time with a woman after being alone all those years had kindled something in him that he'd never thought possible. And to have to watch her rut with one man after another again and again was pure torture. He envied them the chance to bring her pleasure, to touch her body and to taste her. No matter how many times he masturbated, it still left him throbbing to have to watch her on the monitor.

The shower stream felt painful on his sensitive cock and he began to stroke it, fondling his balls as he pumped his fist back and forth on his stiff shaft. He thought about how she looked when she shifted, how inviting her fur looked and how it contrasted with the naked skin on her breasts and belly. He wanted to feel the softness of her skin under his hands as he stretched her wide with his dripping cock. The thought of watching his thick meat slide into her tight, wet cunt brought his testicles right up against him as he painted the shower tiles in front of him with what felt like endless stream of cum. Feeling dizzy and lightheaded, he stumbled to his bed without even drying himself off and was out within seconds.

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"By tomorrow night, it should be over," Ryuzo predicted, a note of satisfaction in his voice.

"Thank god, I don't know how much more of this I could stomach," Noboru replied gratefully. He greatly looked forward to having his lover back in his possession.

"Two more cycles and then the change to her reproductive system should be complete, and you'll never have to worry about this issue again. [Omedeto], Noboru-sama." He ran both hands through his gray hair.

"I am in your debt, Ryuzo. We'll -- "

His sentence was interrupted by a crash as one of the women in the lab fell backwards and began shaking uncontrollably. "Aiko?" Ryuzo shouted. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her limbs alternately stiffened and shook. The smell of her urine filled the room as she lost control of her bladder. "My god, she's having a seizure!" Placing a pencil between her teeth, he shouted to the nearest person, "Call an ambulance, now!"

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omedeto: congratulations (Japanese)

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Ryuzo paced the floor of the waiting room as he waited anxiously for the neurologist to emerge. "What is taking them so fucking long?" he growled. When he saw the doctor, he ran to him and grabbed his white coat. "[Sensei]! What is wrong with Aiko?"

The doctor attempted to calmly remove his hands from the lapels of his coat. "The CT scan shows that she has a large brain tumor that has spread from one hemisphere of her brain to the other -- a GBM."

"GBM?" he parroted.

"Glioblastoma Multiforme. It is a brain tumor that is often unresectable, and it kills within a very short period of time. The tumor is what is causing her seizures, one of the most common ways that this cancer presents." He lowered his eyes. "I regret to inform you that she will likely not live beyond three months."

Falling heavily in to a chair, Ryuzo couldn't believe what had happened. "She has three months to live?" he echoed.

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sensei: doctor, teacher

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Holding Angela in his arms, Noboru was about to fall asleep when he heard her sniffling. "Angela, are you crying?

"No," she sniffed.

"Liar," he said gently. He turned her on her side so that he could see her face. "What is bothering you?"

"What isn't bothering me?" She leaned her head on his chest. "Nobu, I miss you. I've hardly seen you since we got here. It -- it makes me wonder if you still even want me anymore." Her voice shook as she said the last sentence.

He tilted her chin up so that she had to look at him. "Do not ever doubt that I want you. I do desire you."

"But what if you never want to make love to me again?" Her lip began to quiver as she continued, "What if you're repulsed by me after this is all over?"

He kissed her tear-stained cheek and rubbed his nose against hers. "I have not been able to make love to you in almost an entire week," he reminded her in a slightly pained tone. "I can assure you, making love to you is the foremost focus of my thoughts."

She didn't appear to be comforted. "How could you possibly be okay with the idea that I was...with other men? How could you still want to touch me?"

"Angela, I can see how much this bothers you and I doubt that you would care if you did not love me. We will deal with the unexpected and," he pushed her hand down until her fingers encircled his rigid cock, "I can promise you that I will still want you."

Comforted, she shed happy tears as he kissed her lovingly. "You don't have to make love to me right now to prove anything. I believe you."

Lying on top of her, he began pulling down her panties. "Thank you for taking the pressure off me. I believe I will indulge myself anyway."

"Noboru, are you sure? I -- "

"[Shik keu lupp ddah]," he whispered as he palmed her breast in one hand.

"Nobu," she moaned, moving her hips against him.

He needed her. He needed to be inside of her. Guiding his cock into her, he smiled to himself as she drew in her breath sharply and let her feel him pulsing inside her. She was so wet, and there was no question in his mind that she wanted him. Leaning on his arms, he moved inside her with slow, deliberate strokes, all the while keeping her violet eyes fixed on his blue ones. Having him make love to her while he stared at her so intensely caused her to quiver and as he felt the first contractions of her orgasm begin around him, he brought his mouth down hard on hers and kissed her roughly, muffling her scream.

His mind began to slip as he fell deeper under the sway of his desires and she whimpered as she felt him grow even larger inside her amidst the snaps of cracking bone. She ran her fingers through the luxurious fur along his back and shoulders as he pinned her down, nearly crushing her with his increased weight. The lack of air was beginning to make her dizzy when her haze was broken by the sharp pain of his fangs puncturing her neck. With a week's worth of sexual frustration pent up inside him, she could feel how tight his balls clung to his body and she was caught off guard when she came again.

Noboru released her neck when he felt something warm on his lower body. Looking down, he saw that she was in fact ejaculating and when he realized what the clear fluid was, he nearly stopped breathing as his testicles contracted painfully.

Angela watched, half conscious as Noboru nearly seized on top of her and the head of his cock swelled tantalizingly inside her right before the first torrent of his cum burst out of him. Pistoning his cock into her so hard that the headboard crashed against the wall repeatedly, he let out a cry so loud that even he was stunned by it. His head was still swimming when Genzo and five other men ran into the room. Seeing his primal form between her legs, they assumed the worst and were about to separate them when he raggedly gasped, "[Daijobu], she's herself right now."

Hoping that he was aware of what he was doing, Genzo motioned for the others to follow him out of the room. As Noboru returned to his regular size, he saw that she'd soaked a sizable portion of their sheets. "What happened?" she asked between breaths.

Leaning down, he sniffed her cum and grinned devilishly. "You ejaculated for me," he growled with delight.

"I've never squirted before," she mumbled in surprised. "I thought...I peed on you when I came."

"You are full of surprises, my kitten," he laughed softly as he pulled her nearer to him.

"Please don't leave me," she begged in a small voice. "I wouldn't survive it if you did."

"Neither would I," he murmured. Her happy tears on his skin filled him with warmth and he stroked her lovingly until she gave in to sleep.

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shik keu lupp ddah: so noisy, be quiet (Korean)

daijobu: it's alright (Japanese)

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Saburo and eight of his men sat in the waiting room, waiting for Dr. Kurokama to see them. Suburo twirled the USB stick Aiko had given him around his finger and laughed to himself at the thought that she was two floors above him on the oncology unit. Apparently during her last seizure she had hemorrhaged into her tumor and was now in critical condition, which was good for him -- one less loose end to be concerned about.

"Nagamori-sama, [dozo]." Dr, Kurokama opened the door to his office for him.

Saburo made himself comfortable in one of the chairs and steepled his fingers. "How is my little friend faring?" Having the head of the Neurosurgery Department in his pocket had its uses.

"She's comatose at the moment. Even if she comes out of it, she doesn't have much time left." He leaned forward and folded his hands together on his desk. "How can I help you today, Nagamori-sama?"

"I need you to perform a very specific procedure on myself and my men. I trust it can be done discreetly and without the requirement of general anesthesia."

"Please, continue."

Leaning back in the chair, Saburo asked, "Is it true that the first cranial nerve can grow back if damaged?"

"It is," Kurokama confirmed. "The nerve ascends in many fibers through the cribiform plate in the skull before synapsing on the brain's olfactory center. Often they are sheared in head trauma but many people experience partial nerve regeneration and some return of their sense of smell."

"Excellent. I want you to shear ours."

The surgeon looked at him as if he had not heard him correctly. "I'm sorry, could you-"

Saburo grinned, flashing his canines. "I want you to sever our olfactory nerves."

"Nagamori-sama," he said uneasily. "Are you asking me to perform an elective first cranial nerve ablation?""

"That's what I like about you, Doctor. You catch on fast," Saburo retorted dryly. "How soon can you arrange it?"

"Are -- are you sure this is something you want? There is the possibility that it will not regenerate and you will permanently lose your sense of smell."

"I am confident that I do not need to concern myself with that eventuality. Now, as I said before, how fast can you set this up?"

Still in shock, he tried to regain his composure and admitted, "I could do it as early as tonight."

"Excellent. [Sorudewa]." Saburo stood up and peered over his sunglasses at the physician who tried to suppress a shudder at seeing his yellow eyes. "We will see you this evening, and," his voice took on a warning note, "do not keep us waiting."