Chapter Two: Punks, Combat, and the dreaded "Hell"th room. Masato yawned as he looked up at the dawn sky. After he, Usagi, Ami, and Makoto had pushed themselves to their limits the previous evening, the young gaijin showered and returned to his apartment to promptly pass out. He woke up around three A.M., local time, and feeling rested, he did what homework he had received the previous day. Now he stood on the small balcony of his apartment, which had been provided to him by the school as he was technically a 'ward' of the city, meaning he pretty much was on his own for the most part. Smiling as he saw the school silhouetted by the rising sun, he flexed his hand experimentally and did a few quick stretches. He was caught off guard as a damp wind came in from the South, he looked and saw a mass of storm clouds forming. "Damn...gonna need my umbrella...wait...I didn't pack an umbrella..hmm...not...good..." he thought aloud. **Knowledge Time! Japan is adjacent to a north bound warm water current known as the Koroshio, this current is part of a gyre, which is a massive current cycle, which encompasses the entire Northern half of the Pacific Ocean. This means that storms that form round the equator get sucked up into it, that's part of the reason Japan is so stormy. (The other reason is cause they're right next to a fault line, think the San Andreas fault of the East** About ten minutes later, Masato was walking out of a 24-hour service store with a blue umbrella with red cherry blossoms. He put it in his duffel bag, lucky it was gym class today. He made his way to the school where several of the teachers were already arriving, there was probably a faculty meeting this morning. Catching sight of the muscular Mayumi, the young man walked over to the woman as she sat on a short wall, drinking a mysteriously well concealed can. "Is that something a teacher should be drinking at this hour, on school property?" He asked with a wry grin. From their short conversation the previous day, Masato presumed Mayumi to be the sort of teacher who never quite grew up, so a school was the only place she could find her 'niche'. Likewise Mayumi had guess the gaijin to be the sort that could take a kick to the head and not act like a damn pussy about it. She was right in that assumtion after she slammed her size 11 track sneakers into Masato's forehead, which only served to cause a minor bend backwards before he recovered with a smile. "Guess that answers my question." "Shut it, why're you here so damn early?" She asked, while he could smell the alcohol from where he was, her words weren't any different from the previous day's. Masato drew the conclusions that either: A) She was adept at keeping a level tone while inebriated, or B) She was drinking yesterday too. Masato went with 'B' for his guess. "Jet lag, it's a bitch really. Got some steam to burn off, mind if I use the gymnasium?" He asked with a smile. "Go for it." She tossed him a ring of keys. "Big blue ones for the main building, green is for the lockers, red ones are for each club's dojo." She got a serious look on her face. "DON'T TRESPASS IF YOU VALUE YOUR BALLS." She said in a quiet, but deadly tone. Masato blinked, "Isn't it 'your life', usually?" he asked. "Not with these kids, 'specially the Wrestling Club. That assistant captain is a bigger dyke than my grandma...ugh..." She shuddered. "I'll keep that in mind..." Masato nodded as he walked away toward the gym. "See you later!" he called back over his shoulder. Mayumi smiled as the boy left, a little color coming to her cheeks. "Watch it Mayumi-sensei, that one's a bit too young for you." The mildly inebriated gym teacher turned her gaze to see Tifa Lockheart, clad in a navy blue business suit that was straining to restrain her form, with a hand on her hips and a smile on her face. "But Tifa-Nee-sama~" Mayumi said in a playful tone. "Its so hard to keep my eyes focused on dull work." "Yeah, but if you get fired than you won't be able to stare in your free time, now will you?" the buxom brunette said with a smile. This caught Mayumi off balance. "Shit, your not wrong..." Masato let out a heavy, "HYOOOOU!" as his leg connected with the upper half of a training bag; the elastic material keeping it centered was strained by the heavy kick. It was thirty minutes until first bell, enough time for one last set before he showered and redressed. He was clad in naught but some tight fitting training garment a friend had made for him as a gag gift. It was bright pink with little yellow lion heads on it, but the joke ended there, it kept everything tucked out of the way and allowed for a wide range of movement. He backed away from the bag until almost twelve feet seperated him from his target. "First Stanza of the Lunar Fist, New Moon Riser!" Masato rushed the bag with hastened speed and struck out around the bags center of gravity. When the barrage ending he let out a breath and walked away. Little did he know the bag had taken more than its due share of beatings over the years, but this latest attack was just too much, its fibers were already starting to snap and fall apart. The young man showered quickly and made his way out of the gym, about to lock it when he felt a knock at the back of his head. Still a little tense from his work out he spun around and grabbed the offending hand by the wrist. He was surprised, but not incredibly so, to see Mayumi standing there, smiling. "Nice grip you got there, Masato-kun." She said with a wink. The Gaijin didn't let go, but instead took the keys with his free hand and slapped them into the hand immobilized by his grip. "Thanks, Mayumi-sensei." he said with a grin as he set out toward the main building with a casual stride. The muscular woman licked her lips as she watched him go. He had a nice butt, that was for sure, she thought as she turned to enter the gym. As she did some stretches to warm herself up before classes started, she noticed one of the bags was sagging oddly. "Kid must have knocked it off its axis," She laughed as she went to readjust it. Her hands barely made contact with the bag before it split, and spilled sand onto the ground. Mayumi stared at the sand for a minute before swearing, now she had to clean this up...or did she? She smiled a cunning smile as she let the sand lay where it was. Masato suddenly felt a chill down his spin as he reached the stairs leading up to the front door. He turned to see a flaming mass of ki energy shooting right at him. He swept his foot upward in an arc and kicked the blast skyward. He'd flooded his foot with his own ki so the shoe was protected from damage. "Well lookie here, the gaijin's got some skills." a harsh voice came from near the entrance to the campus. It belonged to a young man with blood red hair, his uniform was stained black and he had the look of a gang leader about him, especially with the four boys from Masato's class flanking him. The missing piece...Masato thought as he lowered his foot to speak. "And it seems you do too, managing to pull a shot off from there without burning...anyone..." Masato stopped when he noticed several people patting there heads or shoulders to put out small fires. "Wow..." the Gaijin looked to red haired gangster. "You suck." The man just smirked. "Their fault for not getting outta my way." He laughed in a harsh manner. He took a step forward and everyone between him and Masato ran for cover. "Aw, what a great school, the students learn SO quickly." He grinned wide with malicious intent. "STATE YOUR NAME GAIJIN!" he roared. "Give me your name, punk-master , and I shall give ye' mine." Masato said in an Irish accent, which sounded a bit haughty while speaking Japanese. "Why you...YAGAMI IORI, YA DAMN GAIJIN!" He bellowed, his feathers definitely ruffled. "Saruwatari Masato...nice to meet you." he said as he set his bag down by the steps. "I'm guessing from your expression," the expression of rage to be specific, "that you're here seeking a fight?" "Bingo." Iori hunched forward let his arms drop with his palms facing Masato. Iori began to sway back and forth, purple aura misting out of his hands. "Interesting....Snake Vine form hmm?" He thought aloud. Taking an upright posture with his body facing perpendicular to Iori's. He had his his left arm behind his back and his right straight out toward Iori, his palm open. "Come." The Gaijin said, confidence written all over his face. "BASTARD, LEARN SOME RESPECT!" Iori roared as he charged. "If your opponent is of choleric temperament, seek to aggravate." Masato said, as Iori leapt into the air, rolling forward and bring his ki covered arms down to where Masato was a second ago. Spinning on his right leg, he was facing the opposite direction, and his palm was inches from Iori's head as the man regained posture. "Checkmate." Masato said as he palmed the back of Iori's head, sending a blast of ki into it. It should have knocked him out, it should have knocked anyone out really. Unfortunately it didn't, for whatever reason, all it did was make Iori angrier. "NOT GONNA WORK, BITCH-GAIJIN!" Iori laughed as he sent a backward kick into Masato's mid section. As he skidded back he heard a few second year girls squeal, "Saruwatari-sempai!" Wow, I already have random people worrying about me? Or is this just that crazy a bastard? He shook of the thought as Iori came back and brought his fists up to unleash his assault. "No choice, not gonna be late on your account." Masato said. His eyes shown with a pale white light and his body rippled as his ki focused. "First Stanza of the Lunar Fist, New Moon Riser!" Iori didn't see the first punch coming, or the second for that matter, by the time he barely caught sight of the third he was distracted when the pain reached his brain, then the volley was just one blur of shocking strikes. "No escape!" Masato cried out as he did a double fist punch into Iori's torso, sending him to the ground just in front of the steps, where Tifa was standing, a look of disdain on her face. "Lockheart-sensei...ehehe um he attacked me and-" Masato tried to explain but the brunette raised a hand to stop him. "Its alright Saruwatari-san, just take him to the Health room." A few people gasped, one of the second year girls screamed, one person climbed up a tree in what could be observed as pure terror. "Do I wanna know?" Masato grimly asked as he picked Iori up and slung and arm over his shoulders. "You'll find out on your own, just...get out of there fast." She said with a grimace before giving him the directions to the Health Room. Masato felt as though he was walking a green mile, everyone gave him a wide berth, a fourth year simply said, "Leave him at the door and run for your life." By the time he'd reached the ornate wooden door he was a little worried. He noticed the sign next to the door said: "Halna's 'Hell'th room." Masato stared at it for a minute before knocking on the door with his foot, as both his arms were occupied keeping Iori from slipping off of his shoulder. "Damnit you're a heavy bastard." He grumbled in English. "Just a second!" Came a sign-song voice from inside the room, there was a scream, like the mix of agony and ecstacy and then a long, contended, female sigh. "Oh this should be great," Masato sighed. The door opened and a tall woman was standing before him. With her black high heels she was a full head higher than Masato, which put her very apparent cleavage level with his eyes, along with a black dildo nestled bottom first in her cleavage. Her piercing yellow-green eyes were partly enlarged by her oval shaped glasses, and long black hair flowed about her soft, peach toned face. Her purple tube top and Daisy duke jeans where a sharp contrast to the sleek white lab coat she was wearing. "Oh that's just charming..." Masato grumbled again. "OOO! Your that new American boy I heard about, ne?" She asked with a smile that was oh too sweet. "Hai, I'm just here to drop off this poor shmuck." He dropped Iori on the ground in front of her. "And there he has now been 'dropped'. I'm outta here." He turned to leave but was yanked inside with surprising force. "Don't you know how to treat the infirm?" she asked with a look of contempt. She sighed as she grabbed Iori by the hair and with surprising strength tossed him on a bed not too far from the door. "If your gonna be rough, be smooth about it." "Isn't that a paradox?" Masato asked. "Pfft! Hell, if I know. I'm no grammar teacher." she replied taking the black vibrator out of her cleavage and setting it on a rolling top desk next to various other devices of sexual stimulation. He noticed a short pink one and an image of Ami passed in front of his mind's eye and he let out a laugh. "See one you like?" The woman asked with a grin. "Well the pink one seems outta place with all those monsters around it." Masato replied with a grin. It was true all the other vibrators and dildos were at least twice it size. "AH, true." she picked up the small device. "But what it lacks in size..." She turned the bottom and it was suddenly vibrating so fast it seemed to want to hop out of her hand, "it makes up in with vigor." Again this reminded Masato of Ami and he smiled. "Not to change the subject but I don't believe I've introduced myself." "You shouldn't, cause you haven't." She said with a smirk as she said down at her desk and started polishing a few vibrators, pausing only to turn the pink one off. "Saruwatari Masato, Third Year, and you are?" "Halna, just Halna." She said with a roguish grin. "Well, Halna, it was nice meeting you, so if you'll excuse me I'll be on my way." He waited for her to respond and when she notice him NOT leaving with great haste she smiled. "You know you're the first person in a long time not to run out as soon as I gave them a chance?" "Wow...really?...Why?" Masato immediately realized this was the wrong question to ask. "Well..." Halna stood up and stepped beside Masato, then she shoved him back onto a bed, that strange strength overpowering him as it had earlier, "Let's say I like to get a little closer to my patients than they'd like, at first." She smiled. "And why aren't you fired yet?" "Cause I'm the only doctor capable of treating you punks AND keeping you from rushing out of here before your healed just to reopen the wounds I spend my time healing." She kneeled onto the bed to get a better position over Masato, only to find him no longer there. "So sorry, but I REALLY need to get to class..." Halna turned her head to see Masato standing at the door, "but I'm sure Iori will be more than happy to help with your nymphomaniaAAAH!" He screamed as a scalpel nearly imbedded itself in his face, though he closed the door in time. Halna sighed as she walked over the door to pull the metal incisor free. Then Iori groaned. He suddenly lurched upward, the smell of disenfectant bringing back a terrible dream he'd had. "No..." he moaned in terror as he realized his situation. "Oh yes..." Halna laughed with glee, walking into his range of view as he didn't dare turn to look at her, "I believe we had a little arrangement...you stop bothering me with your overly complicated, ass-backward, chakra system for a full semester, or I get to do a certain experiment on you...again" She said with a grin. "Hold on!" Iori yelped as Halna started to move her hands across his body, "New term started just last week!" "We made the deal half way though last term, so you should have kept out of here until this semester was half done." She grinned at him with all the confidence of a predator whose captured her long awaited prey. "Ain't semantics a bitch?" She asked with a soft, deadly voice. "Hai..." Iori breathed, her long violet fingernails were pressing pressure points along his torso that eased his tension. He felt himself slowly relax, his fear no longer predominant in his thoughts. "Now...." Halna left Iori to bask in the warmth of the mild euphoria she'd inflicted on him for a moment to open a freezer, from which she removed a single injector tube. She took a mechanical device that looked like a strange gun and inserted the tube into a corresponding groove. When she returned to Iori's side he had already rolled down his sleeve for her to inject it. "Guess again, dearie." Halna said as she set the injector down on a small table near the bed. Iori barley got out a 'Nani?' before the strange woman had flipped the red haired boy onto his stomach, yanked his pants down, and stopped in shock. Tattooed on Iori's buttcheek was a message, one that nearly brought Halna to her knees in laughter. "Dear Halna-sama, If your reading this, I failed our deal and I'm about to experience the same thing I did last year, if someone ELSE is reading this and wondering why'd I'd go to the trouble of having this message imbedded into my skin, you don't know Halna, and you don't want to know Halna. Trust me. Halna, you're a damn brilliant woman. You're insanely strong, and you have a personality that scares me to the core. I have only one request before you do whatever you will: PLEASE BE LESS BRUTAL THIS TIME!" -Iori-" Halna smiled, "Oh Iori, the moment you got this tattoo, you resigned yourself to the fate that you would lose the bet." "Wel..didn' think I 'ad it in me...to last a whole semester, heh..." Iori simpered. Halna smiled a kind smile as she leaned over Iori's body as if to mount him. "Don't worry...this time...I'll be gentle." She breathed into his ear. Iori smiled and cringed a little as he felt the gun inject into his buttocks. Then his mind went blank. When Iori regained consciousness, he immediately noticed several changes. First of he was, for the moment, a female. The chromosome switcher Halna developed seemed to work the second time through. The second thing she noticed was her lack of clothing, not to odd at all, lastly she noticed something that surprised her a bit. She still had her dick. "What? Um, Halna?" Iori's voice was higher, lighter, but still a bit arrogant. The older woman was knelling over the bed, examining the phallus carefully. She grinned at Iori with look of power in her eyes. "Just a slightly different batch than last time." She said simply. "Ready for a test drive?" She asked, shedding her clothes and mounting Iori's hardening shaft. The temporary hermaphrodite nodded, blushing a bit as she was captivated by Halna's naked form. Semantics was a bitch, but it was also a very sexy bitch. Masato yawned as he sat in second period study hall. Usagi was paging through a magazine while the rest of the class was in avid discussion about the earlier scuffle between Iori and Masato. "Did you see how he moved?" "Course not I was almost late remember?" "Well I saw it and it was weird, its like the air warped around him." "Sugoi~" Usagi gave Masato an amused look and the gaijin shrugged, smiling. Looking at his schedule, he suddenly noticed something that brought concern to his mind. "Um, Usagi- san?" He asked as he walked over to her desk with the schedule. "I just remembered something I needed to ask you," he kept his voice casual, but low as well. "Gym class is next, what are you and the others gonna do about those uniforms." his tone was almost a breathing tone so it would look odd for him to just stand there so, "Um are there separate classes for guys and girls?" Usagi whipsered back to him. "Harriet gave us a little spell to keep things unnoticeable...unless we get out of hand." she winked before saying in a normal tone. "Nah, same class. Relax, as long as you keep a level gaze, you've nothing to worry about." "Well its not like there's much to look at in this class." Came one of the boys near the back of the class. Every girl in the class, including the study hall teacher, glared at him. He paled and sank low and out of sight. The bell rang and everyone got up, grabbed their gym bags from underneath their tables and headed outside. The locker room for the boys was considerably smaller than the girls' however as Masato entered he noticed each boy had his own personal locker with his name on it. He wondered if it was the same for the girls. Finding his locker in the section for his class, he changed without incident (like the punks were gonna try anything after he'd beaten their leader with only a few strikes) and went outside, he saw Mayumi sitting on the steps to the gym, drinking some carefully concealed drink. "That stuff will kill your liver, you know that right, Sensei?" Masato asked. Mayumi just stuck her tongue out the boy. When the rest of the class had gathered and lined up Mayumi stood and adressed the class. "Okay ladies, and gentlemen," she added as one of the punks coughed into his hand, "Today begins another exercise in futility. We've done all the damn courses the Board requires of us, so do some laps without, then with, the hurdles and you have the rest of the period off, except you Masato." "Nani?" The gaijin was a bit taken aback. "You are helping me replace that punching bag you wrecked this morning." "I don't remember it being in any way 'wrecked' when I left." Masato countered. "Well I just tapped the thing and it fell apart seconds after you finished pounding into it so shut your trap and get in here before dropkick your sorry ass." She scowled. Damnit and here I thought I was getting on good footing with her. Masato sighed internally as he followed her up the steps. It had only taken a few minutes to carry the new bag out and put it into position. The problem was hooking it into the floor anchor while maintaining enough tension to reach it with the hook on the bottom of the bag. Masato was gripping the bag tightly, forcing it as low as he could while Mayumi hooked the bag onto the anchor. He heard a clank from below and was about to release the bag when he suddenly was being spun around, and having his face slammed into the blue mats that covered that portion of the gym. "Mayumi-sensei?" Masato lifted his head a slight to see Mayumi standing triumphantly above him. "I gotta admit I was surprised that a cutie like you had that kinda power in him, and from what Tifa said you even took on Yagami without much trouble, very nice." She used her heels to take off her shoes, and to Masato's surprise her feet gave a sweet, almost peach-like aroma. She knelt down and cupped Masato's chin in her hand. Her lips and toungue forced themselves onto Masato's and after a halfhearted murmer of resistance, Masato kissed her back with as much force as she was exerting on him. In fact, he'd gotten to his knees and had his arms around her shoulders while her hands were at his hips, easing his gym shorts off along with his boxers. Already half erect, Masato let out a light moan as his heated meat was exposed to the air conditioned room. He opened his eyes and Mayumi's were a nearly non existent distance from them, they encompassed the whole of his vision. So he didn't see her smile right before she flipped him on his back and yank him up so he was seated in the space between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist and slowly worked her covered feet up and down his tender shaft. Meanwhile, her hands were working vigorously underneath his shirt, tweaking his nipples and tickling the soft fuzz starting to grow between his pecs. He let out a laugh and as his head arced back, Mayumi used the opening to begin kissing the space just between his jaw and ear. The attention to the sensitive spot sent shivers down Masato's spin as Mayumi's feet, now free of their socks, were bringing the young man closer and closer to brilliant orgasam. Then she stopped. She backed off and stood up. Suddenly brought back to the mundane realm, that lacked the previous sensations, so suddenly sent Masato for a loop. He recovered though and as he looked up to see where Mayumi had gone, she was sitting just over him, facing away and leaning against the new training bag, with her shorts down and her naked ass in plain view. "Come on, Masato, you must be getting cold down there." She said with a heated tone in her voice. The curly haired lad laughed a bit as he stood and took his position behind her. Mayumi smiled as he did so. "That's good, right there. Now...pound that meat all the way into my cunt! Make me scream!" she cried as he penetrated her. She arced her back as he filled her soft tight sex, or tried to. Despite her incredible reaction, he was only an inch, two at most, into her. It was as if her incredible muscular aptitude extended even to her sexual muscles. "" Masato swore in English. "What was that?" Mayumi asked, but not really listening for an answer. "Nothing, just...relax okay? Jeez I'd probably have an easier time in your ass." the gaijin sighed. "Feel free to try." She said with a grin. So he did, pulling out the tip of his cock and repositioning it at the puckered entrance to her ass. "Here I come." Masato breathed as he penetrated her ass. Surprisingly, he was right, it WAS easier to get into her ass. Plus, the reaction he was getting from Mayumi made him grin with pride as she was gripping the training bag with all her might. Clear sex juices flowed like a river from the teacher's sex and after only a few minutes of mutual thrusting she'd reached her first orgasam. The tightening of her muscles was so sudden, and so fierce that despite the incredible need, Masato COULDN'T release his seed. "Damnit, Mayumi, Relax your ass!" he yelled at her, pained at the pressure in his delicate regions. She only heard her name though and started to thrust harder on his ass, eventually Masato pulled back enough that his 'head' was still in her ass, but the rest of him was out of it allowing for a massive, pent up, orgasm. Masato was panting lightly, the climax he'd experiance was different from his typical erections, and he wasn't used to the feeling. As he regained his senses Mayumi had walked to her office connected to the gym, grabbed a small box and come back. She set it down next to him. They were wet naps. "Clean off that thing before it stinks up the place." She whispered into his ear. Masato laughed. So much for not getting a good footing. Suddenly remembering the incredible pedal dexterity Mayumi had displayed, he let out a sharp laugh as he began to clean himself off.