𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁!

"Mrpphhh..." He swallowed the takoyaki that they've bought from a street vendor and the way Yusuke had to fight to not make a scene because of how horrible it tasted. It was like trying to eat a rotten egg..and trash. He'd thank the vendor and made his way towards the the alley so he could spit the portion of food from his mouth. "That's the most disgustin' thing I've ever tasted. What the hell..is Kashi losin' his touch or somethin'??" If his wife were to sample it she'd find it tastes alright..in fact it's probably the man's best takoyaki to date.

Little does Yusuke know, ever since he's been separated from his younger half..the little humanity that was spared in him, his tastebuds have fully converted into those of a Mazoku's. Now he couldn't stomach any other meat than human flesh..which is something he's going to find out.

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"Really it tastes bad???" Curious she steals a ball and pops it inside of her mouth. Outside of it being molten on the inside the flavor was perfect. Probably some of Kashi's best. "Hon' you sure yer not sick or something? It tastes perfectly fine to me." There's been some odd diferences ever since his demon and human half split up... Maybe it's worth bringing the two into the clinic to do a welness check?

"What do you think dumb-dumb? Or should I remind you about that other dream where you pinned me down in some big arena surrounded by demons and had your way with me? You were so aggressive in that one you must have been going through a rough time." There must have been something big going on for him to dream of a crazy place like that (the dark tournament).

"Tch, I got money now.." Well..not really, the family's got the money and so far he was nothing more than just a lowly loan shark.

"Why does it sound like yer gonna tell me that you're the one who's been giving me those dreams?" Ugh, it didn't just sound like it..she is the culprit. Sooo..wait..that's what she's been doing?? "Wait..if that's what you're doin' then yer not even a hooker. You just make people believe ya are and then make 'em dream of fuckin' ya."

"Well ain't this something." Yumeko chuckles as she sits on the bed of the love hotel next to the man she was supposed to be 'catering' to for the night. "When one of my regular customers asked me to do a special little favor and help a friend of his lose his virginity I didn't expect it to be you." Wasn't Yusuke Urameshi supposed to be dead? What's he doing going around calling himself Tsuru Koichi? Was that why he dropped out? To get into the Yakuza? Well it's not like she's much better, not long after dropping out in high school she wound up in prostitution to make money and help out her mom. Not her proudest moment but she's not ashamed of it. ➥ 𝗨𝗡𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗗 / always accepting

“Shhhh!!! Geez, why don’t ya open up yer trap a little louder? Because I’m not sure the hookers in 202 heard ya!!” If there’s one thing he’s also learned in makai was the fact that the walls have ears. The enemy is always listening so the less of his secret she’d have to spill, the better. Besides that whole ‘dying thing’ was all so Keiko could remain blameless..too bad he had to sacrifice his entire life. “I’m not even gonna ask how you managed t’ recognize me. Hell, I dyed..and wear my hair out now.” Was it those damn brown eyes of his?? Or perhaps it’s just that mean mug.

"Wait... You don't want to be here and have sex? Or do you not want to be here in general?" Because if it was the latter she'd be a little bummed, if there was anyone she wouldn't mind giving her real first time to it would be him.

That does bring back old memories of him seeing her in his dreams..it was a day like no other where he’d be sleeping on the roof the the wet dream of her was..way too real. Though he knew it was nothing but a dream because the knockers she had in that lil fantasy were definitely dream-made. 

Putting any unapproved scientific articles to the wayside, her eyes narrow as she clicks open the cupboard and scours through it; she's got generalized painkillers, but nothing pertaining to antibiotics. Maybe she has some stashed over from Spain? Common sense tells Ashley she would've kept them here, but Ashley also knows she didn't climb from her bed all too often that first week. Biting her lip, Ashley kneels to more securely wrap the rag 'round his bloodied hands, ensuring any leakage to be readily done away with.

"You'd stain my tile and my shirt?" it's playful, even as she drags him to his feet, leading him by a grip on his forearm. "Okay, so that rules out a concussion, given by me or anyone else. I don't think you could come up with an elaborate story like that while your head's spinning... but, then again. We are talking about you. And-- and make sure you keep that bag on your bruise, it's a nasty one. It, like... pulsates."

Side hurts too, noted. Before carefully side-stepping the earlier spilt drops, Ashley snags a mostly full bottle of painkillers. He'll probably be grateful for it, even if he denies its necessity. Closing the door as they go, Ashley bypasses the kitchen slash living room, because open concepts have multiple benefits, including if you're trying to skip past to your bedroom before any further blood trails can form.

Once she's able to saddle Yusuke onto her mattress, Ashley... stands there, aimless. Looks to her entertainment center, looks at her bedside table. Glances at the upper portion of her mattress, and wonders if she could fit a prescription bottle beneath it somehow without feeling it.

"Okay, here comes the hard part."

In hindsight, she probably should've grabbed another bag of whatever vegetable she hasn't steamed, his current 'compress' leaking onto his face, pooling at his collar, but Ashley thinks she has a lot on her plate already -- easy to forget some things. Until she can find something for the infection he's undoubtedly going to have, Ashley grabs her glass tinged with condensation, holds the straw up to his chin while offering him a nondescript white capsule with her other hand.

"This is probably fine to take with coffee. It's iced coffee, so it's not gross... unless, like, you aren't a fan of the flavor, and knowing your tastes..."

Though the compress is neither cold nor pressed against him any longer, the inflammation seemingly has gone down, the bruising staking its claim before Yusuke can hope to be rid of it, gradually darkening moment by moment.

"How did you get this hurt, anyway?"

Ashley doesn't want to think about it, but it's hard not to. It's not right, seeing his face like this; dirt speckled with bits of dried blood. Ashley's never been good at this, never cleaned more than a scrape, but...

“It’s not like ya don’t have better brands of detergents.” There’s a smile on his face as he made the statement, and she’s just busy busy looking for items she could use to treat him. But the way she was looking he’d expect her to pull out an entire hospital ward worth of supplies, he was better off with just a bandaid or something, but he does keep the bag of green against his cut..however a bag that once sturdy and frigid now slowly became flaccid and just..wet.

Then soon he’s dragged again from the bathroom, this time and into a very very familiar area: her bedroom. Gently seated onto her mattress, Yusuke would receive a little extra care from her, but he’d then slowly drop his arm that kept the now-damp compress held. His brown eyes caught the sight of her drink waved in front of him with a little capsule in the other. Ugh..that scent alone was enough to drive him up a wall..Yusuke hated the stuff with all his being.

And yet, EVERY SINGLE AMERICAN he’s come across loved the stuff to the point that they couldn’t function without it. Hell Yusuke heard that most americans will just utterly be a bitch all day without their morning dose of caffeine. “But..who knows..maybe it tastes better because ya drank from it first.” Nothing but high hopes from him and a ridiculous notion, but he takes the capsule, puts it into his mouth and swallows. What followed next were a few sips of her iced coffee from the straw..bleh.

He’s wrong..knowing that Ashley consumed this concoction first did not enhance the flavor in any shape or form. But..at the very least the capsule was taken..and he’s left wondering if it’s even safe to take these things with anything other than juice or water. Eh, they’ll find out eventually. “I’d still say we should’ve tried the breasts thing.” He’d even twiddle his fingers a little before he’d hear her question.

Born of the human lands, was he? That got her interest. Lupa slips her spear onto the holder on her back and walks forward. She leans in close to Yusuke, circling him, sniffing him over with her ears pitched forward in interest. There's certainly something different about his scent, a note that separates him from other demons. "I've never met someone from Ningenkai. Or Tourin. We don't get many outlanders here." She steps back in front of him, satisfied with her assessment.

Her grin grows wider, standing proud, tail wagging eagerly from the recognition. "But I see that hasn't stopped tales of my greatness from traveling. You've got quite the eye, Traveler." While she tries to appear proud and noble, there's no helping the excitement in her voice, the way she lights up like an excited pup.

Ah, she is all of Yusuke’s weaknesses manifesting into one person. From what he gathers of her face she’s incredibly beautiful, nice figure too and she controls FREAKING FIRE. But most importantly, the woman could handle herself in a fight, in fact she was fierce..and now she’s treating him to a meal. But it looks like they’d have to make a bit of a run for it first thing.

'Eh? o-oh!! I'm sorry I should have mentioned it but.. I usually sleep in the nude..... Megumi says he doesn't mind it but I could never figure out if that was the norm or not here." She admits as she used a pillow to cover her body after seeing his reaction. The way he became embarrassed only lead her to believe that this is in fact NOT a normal thing here.

SHE SLEEPS IN THE NUDE!!!! All of this and her husband still insists of taking these long-ass trips outside of the country with his job?? This damn woman was shaped perfectly. The way her body would have been worshipped and revered daily had Yusuke been born a few years earlier and had met her first. Life really is just not fair, others get to drown while he’s just meant to die of thirst.

Now she’s bending over in front of him..damn how bad was his reaction!? This was a surprise but it wasn’t bad. Like hell he’d want her to get dressed now. Quick, he needed to speak out so she can desist with this notion of putting on clothes instead of leaving them off. “No-nonono..it’s okay I was only surprised because-....” Think of a lie think of a lie..OHH!

fluer  was  moving  pretty  quickly  –  the  hero  hadn't  realized  that  she  had  gotten  caught  up  in  one  of  her  own  vines  as  she  was  trying  to  stop  a  robber.  ❝ i  got  it  …  !!  i  got  –  !! ❞  when  she  tugs  the  foliage,  fluer  legs  wind  up  getting  caught,  causing  her  to  trip.   from  her  comms,  you  could  hear  laughing,  along  with  a  yelling,  telling  the  team  to  quiet  down.

Yusuke had seen everything, it was quite amazing that so many of these superheroes were running around here in the West that he’d still have a private detective agency. Though from what he’s seeing in his angle..this woman must either be new at the job, new with her powers..or just plain bad luck..however, he’s always been the type to meddle into people’s affairs, whether it was a part of him who fancies himself a hero as well or it was just the empathy he often tries to hide.

But he does dash off to secretly catch her little crook, like the speedsters here his frame could not be noticed when he travelled, and when the thief does notice Yusuke’s presence, he had already been done in with a mighty kick straight to the jaw that had knocked him out. “Nighty night..” Said Yusuke as he then picks the unconscious man up and held him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he traveled towards the woman who was all tied up.