Famous Last Words

1.

“Futaba…Haru…” Makoto whispered softly, smirking to herself.

“Nerrr…” Futaba muttered a vague protest, shifting her naked body and cuddling closer to the soft curves of the equally naked curly haired senior.

Queen huffed in mock irritation, her smile growing wider as her lithe form loomed over the other two girls. Like a cat stalking prey the nude class president crawled closer to her exhausted lovers.

“Futaba. Haru.” She repeated, this time purring the words into their ears.

“What time is it?” Haru asked in a soft hiss.

“5:30. Six o’oclock. Somewhere inbetween. I don’t know your morning routine. But I presume you’d prefer to get a shower and a little breakfast before we go to school.” Makoto said, casually running a hand over her lovers nude forms.

“Evil. Your evil, Queen. Bullying poor little shut ins and sheltered high class girls with stupidly controlling fathers…” Futaba moaned.

“I don’t seem to recall any protests from either poor little bullied girl last night. In fact, I distinctly remember quite a lot of begging from the two of you.”

“Well, duh. Last night was incredible. But we need more respawn time than this! Maybe Kasumi can keep up with you but not all of us are fitness freaks!”

“What was that phrase you taught me the other day? ‘Sounds like a skill issue?’ Besides, I’d have gone easier on you two if you hadn’t insisted on riling me up in the first place.” Makoto said.

“Well, duh. If I don’t act like a goblin and mess with you then you don’t have a reason to punish me later.” Futaba said lazily.

“It does feel surprisingly good to receive the ‘Queens Justice’, as you put it.” Haru said, half heartedly rising out of bed.

“Then I guess we’re stuck. You get to be a little goblin and tease me all you want, we both get all the sex you can stand, and I get to savory my little morning victories.” Queen proclaimed proudly.

“Seriously. Stay. It’s warm and soft and safe with you two here. S’not fair…” Futaba muttered.

“Some of us can sleep in as much as they want with no school until next semester. And the rest of us have attendance and graduation and relatives who will **** us if we neglect those things.” Makoto chided as she helped Haru out of bed, her breasts softly bouncing as she drunkenly rose to her feet.

“Queen? Noir?” Futaba whispered, her fingertips feebly grasping Makoto’s hand. “How was it? Good date?”

The smirk on Makoto’s face melted into something warmer as she glanced at Haru. The pair bent forward and each offered a kiss on the nerdy girl’s left and right cheeks.

“Good date.” The pair said in unison. “Perfect date.” Makoto added. “I want more. Soon.”

“Yay.” Futaba said, making a small V with her fingers. “Come back soon. We gotta check out the new vid I made of Joker’s place…”

“Futaba!” Makoto gasped.

“Whaaat? Everyone knows I bugged the room by now. And you know how Joker is. No way he has a free evening without Sumi-Chan or Ann getting a booty call. Probably both! And they’re hot! And I need new material to tease them with! Come on! We can check it out and then you can teach me not to be a bad hacker girl.”

“Sigh. I’ll think about it. Now go to sleep, goblin girl.” Makoto chided.

“Yes, ma’am.” Futaba said softly.

“Sleep as long as you want. When you’re ready ask the maids and they’ll arrange a ride home. “ Haru said.

The naked pair walked down the halls of Okumura manor, all smiles and blushes and embarrassed glances at one another’s bodies.

“So. Breakfast or shower?” Makoto asked.

“You shower. I’ll get breakfast.” Haru said.

“Oh. You…don’t want to shower together?” Makoto asked.

“That sounds so lovely. But it will have to wait for another time. I’m still not confident I’ve mastered Sojiro-san’s recipes, but I’ll need my cup of coffee if I have any prayer of getting through today. Not after suffering my Queen’s wrath.”

“You talk like it was your butt getting pegged half the night.” Makoto blushed.

“Oh please. Your eyes are attached to the wrong side of your head. You’ve never had a good look at that butt. No jury would ever convict me.”

Makoto glowered at the impish look her fellow senior was giving her. “Go drink your coffee, Mrs. Okumura. I’ll be down in a moment.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Fifteen minutes passed before a towel clad Makoto trotted out of the steaming bathroom, happily humming to herself as she made her way into the mansion’s kitchen. And there she stopped dead. Haru stood still as a statue, grasping her mug of steaming coffee in a tight embrace. Seated at the other end of a table was a stern looking middle aged man in a bathrobe.

“Hello father…” Haru said in a steely tone.

“Haru.” Okumura said curtly. “And this must be one of your recent paramours.”

Makoto blushed at being caught wearing so little, especially in front of a former enemy. Adjusting her towel to fit more securely around her finely muscled body and masking her shame with the harsh glare she had perfected when dealing with delinquent students and greedy mob bosses alike, Makoto entered the room and sat down beside Haru.

“Makoto. My name is Makoto Niijiima, Mr. Okumura.” Makoto said icily. “Under the circumstances you’ll forgive if I’m forgo the usual formalities with these sorts of introductions.”

“Of course.” Okumura huffed. “Niijiima. The prosecutors sister. Interesting. Quite a small world we live in.”

“Much too small at times, father. Makoto is my classmate and my guest. And yes. She and I are more than friends.”

“I’m well aware. As is half of Tokyo by now.”

“Really father? I may have found myself in an unfortunate situation this past week. But I hope you aren’t expecting an apology. After all, it was hardly the worst involuntary situation I’ve found myself in recently.”

“How droll.” Okumura said dryly.

“Oh. And please don’t refer to my new girlfriends as ‘paramours’. It’s a derisive term. And it implies some sort off extramarital affair. And I’m afraid neither Makoto-san or ANYONE else involved in this matter is married…are they?” Haru said, sipping at her coffee while never breaking eye contact.

Okumura straightened up his glasses. “You have an engagement this very evening.”

“Oh? Do I? Oh my, I seem to have completely lost track of the date. How unfortunate. I’m afraid I’ve scheduled an evening with my peers at Destinyland. I’m so sorry father. But you did teach me never to break appointments with valued partners and associates. So clearly I have no time to spare for that other…man.” Haru said, putting her cup down with a loud clink.

“Enough. Are you saying you’re going to defy me now?”

“My apologies. Sarcasm is unbecoming. Yes, father. I will not be getting married tonight. I will not have anything to do with that disgusting excuse for a human being ever again. And on the subject…how dare you? Trying to shame me with the events of this past week? As if you didn’t knew perfectly well that man’s intentions for me…100 times more repugnant than anything I’ve done recently! At least this week I experienced something that made me happy, with people who care for me and that I care for! And I’ll gladly suffer being naked in the street a thousand times over before that man will ever get to touch me even once!”

“And you expect me to stand aside and do nothing in the face of this defiance?”

“That’s your decision, father. I’ve…done all I could. All I had to. Whatever comes next…I’m ready.”

“And whatever you decide, she won’t be facing the consequences alone.” Makoto piped in.

Okumura narrowed his eyes, glancing between the two. And laughed softly to himself. “Impressive. I never expected you to muster up such will. There’s steel beneath that smile after all.”

“Her will was never the problem.” Makoto snapped, her blush flaring to rage. “You’ve just never seen it aimed in your direction. You have no idea…none at all…how long she held out hope. How much she suffered trying to find a world both of you could be happy. You’re the one who **** her to choose.”

“Not unlike the position your sister has put you in, I presume?”

“…..”

“Don’t look so shocked. You can’t expect my daughter to so flagrantly associate with such a..colorful group without me looking into your backgrounds.”

“….I had no idea you had such a keen interest in her affairs. Or any interest, for that matter.”

“Stop it. Both of you. Please. This has nothing to do with Makoto, father.”

“Doesn’t it? If she’s pledging to support you, it means she’s planning to face the enemies of the Okumuras. She may get more than she or the rest of your intimate little circle bargained for.”

“Haru can take care of herself just fine, sir. She’s stronger than you think.” Makoto shot back.

“I have no doubt. But are you strong enough to stay beside her. Can you really be there to watch one another’s backs?” Okumura asked

“The trick is getting her to stop watching my back. The lower part.” Makoto muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“I said yes. I trust her. And she can trust me. With each other’s lives if necessary.”

“Really?…it’s been a struggle, hasn’t it? Your sister. Working night and day to raise you after that unfortunate incident with your father? Perhaps even strains the relationship between you? Wouldn’t it be nice to give something back in repayment for her efforts?”

“Father, what are you-“

“Ten million yen. You never speak to my daughter again. Simple and easy.”

“….Sir….with all due respect….i have no interest in making deals with you. And just a word of warning. I don’t react well to anyone who thinks they can control other people’s live by throwing money around.” Makoto said coldly.

“No. I think Kaneshiro can testify to that.” Okumura said without missing a beat.

“…..” Makoto paused.

“…..I see. How long have you known?” Haru asked silently.

“I’ve been muddling through certain things this past week. Asking questions. For example. How could the phantom thieves get their calling card to me without tripping any alarms. The obvious answer- they had someone with easy access to the manor to assist them. And well…that is an interesting group. The blonde friend of that attempted suicide, the last pupil of Madarame, and the most recent victim of Kaneshiro’s ****. All very thought provoking.”

“….so what now, Okumura?”

“As it happens, it’s a blessing you’ve made plans for the evening. I was **** to cancel the ceremony already. I have a press conference to attend.”

“….Father.” Haru’s voice took on a softness Makoto had not heard for some time.

“You did what you had to, my dear. I know that. I was a fool to back an Okumura into a corner in the first place. Especially one with her mother’s passion. And forgive the ruse, Mrs. Niijiima. I wanted to be sure. After tonight, when my information goes public? The enemies of the Phantom Thieves will be **** to act. You will all need to stand together to survive, I think. There are hard days ahead. Hard days-“

Okumura was seized by a harsh fit of coughing. Haru was at his side as he sat down heavily in a spare dining room chair.

“Father?” Haru whispered.

“It’s nothing. A guilty conscious, no doubt. Haru…I am sorry. When I say what I have to say the police are going to come. It will be a long time before I can see you again. There are things…you’ll have to see to…alone now.”

“She won’t be alone.” Makoto echoed, with far less defiance.

“Hmph. No, I don’t suppose she will. Well done Haru. But for the sake of an old man’s heart…do try to keep your clothes on more often.”

“F-father!”

“Now now. It’s the right of every father to embarrass their children. Even…worthless fathers.”

“Enough. That’s not…it was all I could do. The only thing to save me…to get you back…” Haru exclaimed.

“….if you could grant me one little favor? It might be a long time before we have another chance. When I am free again. I’d like to start over. Try to be a proper father.”

Haru gave a nod and a long hug to her father. Makoto did get dressed. Breakfast was an awkward affair. Bittersweet. For the first time in a long while Makoto felt relief. And a little hope. For Haru. For Okumura. For her sister.

But the next time either of them saw Okumura he was sprawled out behind tv screen, weeping tears of blood in front of a horrified world. And it felt as if all their hopes were dying with him.