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The Rain of Detoxification	By : Mina-chan95 Category: +S through Z > Togainu no Chi Views: 114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story was made for fun and definitely NOT for making profit or money out of it. Trust me, Mina only sees writing as a hobby and her passion. More important, I do NOT own Togainu no Chi.

Chapter List
- 1-The Rain of Detoxification
- 1
A/N: Okay!~
After a while, I was able to finish working on this one shot. Yup, this time it is the Midnight Bliss AU setting.
And for those, who are not familiar with Midnight Bliss and what is. Well, you may be heard of one fighting game called SNK vs Capcom Chaos, right? So, in this crossover fighting game, there is one character named Dimitrii who has a special move called Midnight Bliss that turns any male character into a female version of them (if Dimitrii uses this special move on female character, that character gets prettier outfit) and sucks their energy dry.
So, yeah, you can look up on youtube how it looks in practice.
But, yeah, now you know why I call the current setting of this story like this. Yup, I like how it sounds, and it's basically just genderbent but with a fancy name xD
Also, since I've done this before with KOF, I wanted to test the waters and how it will look if I try to use Togainu this time...
Either way,
As always,
Enjoy!~
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Somewhere in the Toshima’s streets. One young silver-haired woman wearing an orange t-shirt, a darker color jacket with a fluffy collar, and gray jeans is wandering in the never-ending maze of streets.
It doesn’t help that the concrete-colored thick clouds that cover the sky mess up her sense of time. Therefore, she isn’t sure how much time she has wasted running in circles and looking for the lost Keisuke.
After all, the brunette could be hiding anywhere or just waiting in an open spot for Akira to show up and pick her up.
For sure, in times like this, the blue-eyed gal curses herself for letting Keisuke stay in Toshima and now having an extra back to cover or a tail that follows her everywhere.
As Akira reaches a narrow dark alley, she widens her blue eyes and immediately draws her combat knife.
Fortunately, her reaction is faster, and she blocks the sword attack from behind.
As their weapons clash and the white sparkles cover the naked blade, Akira lifts her gaze and gets alerted by her opponent’s crimson deadly eyes behind that pale-as-a-ghost poker face.
Despite the enemy’s intimidation, Akira refuses to look away and show weakness.
Meanwhile, that strong determination in these fearless blue eyes sparkles the dark-haired woman’s curiosity, and she briefly cracks a smile. But for now, she withdraws her katana before unleashing another strike.
Instead of blocking her opponent’s strike, Akira rolls to the side and dodges the lower cut.
While the silver-haired woman crouches, she realizes that something is off.
The tall, pale woman wearing a long black leather coat with short sleeves, long matching color gloves, and the same color leather pants only stands here with her lowered sword and closes her eyes. More importantly, she doesn’t wear tags but a couple of silver crosses.
Even when Akira stands up while fixating her eyes on the swordsman, she understands she cannot give in to her provocation.
After all, she may lose her head. Therefore, it might be wiser to use this as her chance to escape, right?
As the silver-haired woman keeps her defensive position, she understands that her opponent may cut her into pieces before she even takes a step back.
Thus, while having nothing to lose, Akira charges at the dark-haired woman.
Besides, the upper slash may reach her throat. She wonders as she is about to unleash a diagonal attack.
Suddenly, she widens her big blue eyes and gasps as the swordsman gracefully dodges the strike, making Akira nearly lose her balance.
A second later, the dark-haired woman smiles sadistically and hits her opponent’s back with an elbow.
Just as Akira harshly falls to the ground and groans, she is immediately grabbed by the collar of her orange t-shirt and lifted.
Soon, she closes her eyes and moans as her back touches the building’s wall.
Yet, the silver-haired woman shakily opens her eyes when the gloved palm holds her chin and gently tilts her head.
As these red eyes study her prey, Akira comments while being in awe. “Wait… Aren’t you?… Shiki?”
As Shiki narrows her indifferent gaze, she speaks up. “Hmph. Is this little puppy knows my name already?”
When she places her thumb on Akira’s lower lip, she adds. “However, it will be a such a waste of my time if I’ll kill a small fry like you, now.”
For sure, these words make the blue-eyed woman frown and shake off her hand.
“The hell with you!” Akira backfires without removing her indignant eyes from her opponent.
However, when she notices an amused feline look on Shiki’s face, she nervously swallows her saliva.
While the dark-haired woman places her palm on Akira’s cheek and slides it down the neck, she parts her partner’s legs with her knee.
Despite the chilling air around Shiki and her intimidation, she only listens to her while narrowing her stubborn eyes. “Good. That’s a fitting look for a dog.”
As she releases her partner’s t-shirt, she grasps Akira’s necklace with dog tags and addresses her in a deeper voice. “However, I will still tame a stray dog like you until you eat from my hand.”
After removing her hands from her new toy and stepping back, Shiki proudly continues her speech. “… But not now.”
Lastly, as the dark-haired woman turns her back, she adds before leaving. “I’ll come to pick you up when you are ready.”
Even as Shiki walks away with a contented look until she disappears in the night, Akira leans her back against her back while holding her arm and silently growling at this arrogant woman.
Even if her rational mind tells her not to persuade the terror of the night that makes Igura players scream in terror, a brand-new rage boils inside her that won’t be satisfied until she takes down this woman before Il Re.
But for now, Akira widens her blue eyes upon remembering that she is not in the neutral area, and she must look up for her trustworthy weapon before continuing her search.
A few days have passed. It is pouring as hard as from a strong shower outside that even feral crackheads are hiding in their found shelters.
Meanwhile, the silver-haired woman only leans against the wall and stares into the void with dull eyes, without caring about anything after a long, emotionally exhausting battle.
At this point, nothing really matters anymore, and the corpse lying close to her only makes her regret being brought into this world.
After all, she failed to save her childhood friend and her cursed blood slowly tortured Keisuke to death.
Perhaps it might be better to get rid of this blood completely. Or so Akira wonders as she stares at her bleeding palm washed by the rainwater.
Yet, she is too exhausted to even look up for her trustworthy weapon and slit her veins and fasten this process.
In the end, the blue-eyed woman lowers her gaze and sighs, wishing to disappear into the never-ending rain of Toshima.
Some time has passed. Unfortunately, there are no signs of the heavy rain stopping soon.
Despite that, one dark-haired woman carrying an umbrella refuses to return to her lair. After all, she is convinced that even in such awful weather, there will be someone worth her attention. Someone who will keep her entertained for a while, and she knows it.
Thus, the red-eyed swordsman continues wandering in the empty Toshima streets, seeking someone to play with.
Soon, she notices a couple of people in the distance - one is lying in the middle of the road while another sits against the wall.
Surely, these Rein addicts are nothing more than wild animals that don’t care about the time and place to sort out their petite fights. Shiki assumes as she closes her eyes and sighs.
As she approaches this couple, she lowers her head and kicks the lying brunette on her stomach as if she is nothing more than an ugly insect.
‘Tsk. It’s just another weak trash that overdosed on that disgusting drug. What a pathetic piece of useless meat…’ the red-eyed swordsman ponders while keeping an indifferent face while staring at Keisuke, who foams the saliva with glassy eyes.
Yet, Shiki lifts and turns her head upon hearing a faithful but familiar voice.
“Wait… What are you… why are you here?” Akira speaks up to her in a weak voice while leaning forward.
Upon spotting one silver-haired woman with ice-cold blue eyes, Shiki narrows her gaze and smirks like a feline. “So, you’re here as well?”
Instead of saying anything, Akira doesn’t remove her eyes from the elegantly approaching swordsman.
When Shiki squats in front of the exhausted Igura player, she observes her while keeping her poker face.
Such behavior makes the blue-eyed woman back off until her back presses the wall.
However, when her cut palm touches the wet ground, she closes her eyes and softly moans.
Meanwhile, this reaction piques Shiki’s curiosity, and grabs her partner’s wrist.
As she brings it close, Akira protests while trying to shake off her hand. “Let me go!”
Unfortunately for her, the red-eyed swordsman keeps a tight grip, making Akira frown and grind her teeth.
While Shiki studies the cut palm, she asks. “Who did this to you? Was it that small fry over there?”
After she lifts her crimson eyes, she adds. “You will only bleed dry if you leave it open like this.”
“If you came here just to mock me, leave or kill me already!” Akira immediately backfires while keeping an indignant look on her face.
These words surprise the dark-haired woman and momentarily freeze her in the same spot.
After she closes her eyes and chuckles, she opens her eyes and throws her umbrella away.
As Shiki cracks a mocking smile and grasps Akira’s cheeks with one hand and another cornering her, she brings her face close to her and comments. “Hmph. You are still baring your fangs and bark at your owner.”
Meanwhile, the wounded fighter stares into her opponent’s eyes with her stubborn ones.
For now, her partner’s look entertains the red-eyed swordsman, and Shiki adds. “Besides, who allowed you to decide what I should do with you?”
After withdrawing her face and removing her palm from Akira’s face, Shiki presses her gloved palm against her forehead and brushes up her wet bangs from her face.
While she strokes her partner’s hair, water gushes through her fingers and runs down the silver-haired woman’s face.
Meanwhile, instead of silently enduring it and accepting her defeat, Akira gathers her strength and grabs the same arm that touches her with both hands, attempting to lower it.
However, such a gesture thrills Shiki, and she remarks with a content look. “What an impatient and needy dog you are. You may still lack discipline, but it’s fine.”
When she removes Akira’s palms from her arm, she proudly declares while placing one arm under her partner’s thighs and another one behind her shoulders. “You’re going with me because you belong to me.”
“What are you-?” the silver-haired woman objects. Yet, she gets alerted by Shiki standing up and lifting her in her arms.
But for now, Akira narrows her eyes and stares at the red-eyed swordsman who carries her like a wounded princess.
In the end, before taking their leave, Shiki asks while checking on her new prized possession. “What’s wrong? I’m taking you to your new home.”
Thus, this couple disappears in the never-ending rain.
Some time has passed. Finally, the dark-haired woman unlocks the apartment’s door, and both enter.
Upon the sound of the light switch clicked, the blue-eyed woman was genially surprised to see such a well-kept room. Hell, there is even electricity, and the windows are in fine condition.
When she turns her head towards the bed, Shiki stops and comments in a stricter tone. “Dirty animals do not lie on a clean bedsheet. Who knows what dirt they can bring to their owner?”
After Akira lifts her head and narrows her questioning eyes, the dark-haired swordsman gives her a proud look and explains. “However, before I find a suitable dog bed for you, you will be allowed to sleep on the same one as your master.”
While the water droplets from Akira’s soaked hair run down her face, she clings to her partner’s open coat and asks. “Why are you doing this? Just what do you want from me?”
Even a mysterious killer who spreads fear and despair like Shiki can barely keep her poker face when she holds an embodiment of an innocent puppy in her arms that relies on her master’s guidance and care.
Lastly, the red-eyed swordsman announces before bringing her partner to the bathroom, which is just a short distance from the bedroom. “Have you already forgotten? Hmph. It cannot be helped then… But first, you need to take a bath.”
No matter how it doesn’t sound promising for the blue-eyed woman, she understands she has to accept whatever Shiki has prepared.
After entering the bathroom and closing the door behind her, Shiki walks to the bathtub and puts her partner into it.
A second later, the dark-haired woman briefly orders. “Strip.”
Meanwhile, Akira lifts her head and only dumbfounded stares at her partner.
Suddenly, the blue-eyed woman widens her eyes and nervously swallows the saliva as the tip of the sharp blade points at her neck.
Yet, Shiki is unaffected by Akira’s reactions, and she asks her. “Did I stutter? Or do you prefer that I cut them off for you?”
When she lowers the tip of her katana down to the collar of Akira’s t-shirt, she adds. “Either way is fine by me.”
Finally, Akira had enough of Shiki’s arrogant behavior. After closing her blue eyes, she carefully pushes the blade away with a couple of her fingers. “I get it. If that makes you leave me alone.”
Such an answer curves a satisfied smile on the dark-haired woman’s face, and she lets her trustworthy weapon rest in the sheath.
After leaving her partner’s side, Shiki removes her long leather gloves and coat and hangs them on the nearest hanger.
In the meantime, Akira doesn’t rush. After removing her sneakers, socks, and jacket with a white fur collar soaked in rainwater, she drops them on the floor.
It feels much more liberating. It’s like a heavy ballast that was restraining her has been removed.
But for now, as she undoes her belt and struggles to get out from the pair of wet jeans that stick to her legs, she doesn’t even notice the one certain swordsman in front of her.
Suddenly, the silver-haired woman gasps and closes her eyes as she gets lifted by her ankles and slips down to the bottom of the bathtub.
Fortunately, she avoids hitting her head against the bathtub’s inner walls. A moment later, she opens her eyes and frowns when Shiki grabs her jeans and shakes them.
While Akira fixates her eyes on the dark-haired woman, she indignantly asks. “What? What do you think of doing?”
Instead of saying anything, Shiki ignores her while dealing with the current task. And after a while of struggling, she tosses away the bothering piece of clothing.
However, when the red-eyed swordsman bends and grasps her partner’s black shorts underwear, she widens her eyes upon a harsher slap against her palm and her precious prized possession’s warning. “Don’t touch me!”
After realizing what she has done, Akira deeply breathes and stares at Shiki while covering her mouth with her elbow.
When she lowers her arm, she adds while keeping her poker face. “You are allowing yourself too much, don’t you think so?”
The dark-haired woman lowers her head and briefly chuckles. After she raises her head, she brushes away the wet bangs from her pale while curving a vicious smile. “Aren’t you afraid that your hand will dry and fall off after harming your master?”
As she leans closer and corners her prey without giving her hope of escaping alive, her red eyes blaze with hell’s fury.
Yet, instead of showing any sign of fear and doubt, Akira looks straight into the demon’s eyes with her stubborn gaze.
While Shiki grasps her cheeks with her palm, she comments in a deeper voice. “Looks like I would need to discipline you later.”
After she loosens her grasp and slides her palm on her partner’s neck, she declares before tearing her necklace. “First, you don’t need this.”
Thus, with the clicking metal hitting the ceramic plates, Shiki slides her under Akira’s t-shirt and spreads her palm.
As she exposes her partner’s belly, she blissfully narrows her eyes and exhales. After all, that pleasant sensation of her adored pet’s twitching abs at her fingertips thrills the dark-haired swordsman.
“Looks like you’re already responding to your master’s touch. Good.” Shiki comments in a satisfied tone as she grasps the silver-haired woman’s t-shirt and lifts it.
But for now, the red-eyed woman briefly orders her in her usual tone. “Lift your arms.”
Meanwhile, Akira only fixates her cold blue eyes on her opponent and follows the command. If that is the only fastest way to get rid of her, then so it is.
After removing her orange t-shirt and tossing it away, Shiki briefly chuckles. “What is this thing? Are you a security dog if you wear it?”
“Hmph. Either way, you won’t need this too!” the red-eyed swordsman declares as she grips the front zipper of Akira’s black sports bra.
Thus, with one sudden move, she lowers the zipper and reveals her partner’s bust.
For sure, the silver-haired woman’s cheeks are heathen, and she instinctively covers her naked breasts with her arm.
Meanwhile, Shiki asks in an authoritative tone. “Remove it. Or do you wash yourself with your clothes on?”
“Leave! Then, I’ll do it.” Akira immediately backfires and secretly hopes she gets rid of this pesky woman.
Yet, Shiki narrows her piercing gaze and grips her partner’s wrists. After pressing Akira’s palms on the bottom of the bathtub, she stares at the struggling creature below.
Even if her red eyes glow in merciless crimson, her voice remains assertive but calm. “Who are you to order your master?”
At the moment, Akira only turns her head away. Besides, there might be no greater humiliation than this.
Even with her shakily closed eyes, the silver-haired woman feels Shiki’s eyes on her. She is certain of it.
It doesn’t help her that this mysterious woman might be staring at her chest and making her hear her own heartbeat inside her head.
But for now, Akira shakily respires as her nipples become erect from being exposed to the world.
It’s only because of feeling cold, right? There is no other way. Or so she convinces herself while keeping her legs close and impatiently waiting to be finished by her supposed-to-be enemy.
Instead of that, she feels how her bra’s straps slide down her shoulders and arms until it lands in the bathtub.
“Now, finish on your own,” Shiki briefly commands.
For sure, her partner’s voice makes Akira open her blue eyes and face this woman. Yet, she understands she is in no power to object.
When Akira sighs, she places her hands around her underwear and removes it while trying to cover her private parts.
Lastly, when she throws away the remaining clothes, she hugs her knees and gives a questioning look to Shiki.
“See? Was it that difficult? And so much fuzz over nothing…” the red-eyed woman mockingly comments.
After Shiki leans forward, she stretches her arm up to pick up the showerhead.
Meanwhile, Akira instinctively closes her eyes as Shiki’s large bust touches her face.
‘That woman does it on purpose just to make fun of me, doesn’t she?’ She wonders as Shiki’s breasts rub against her.
But for now, the dark-haired swordsman brings her arm below it and turns on the shower head.
As the water runs down her pale skin, Shiki indifferently stares at it.
When the water warms to the right temperature, she lowers her arm and briefly gives another command. “Close your eyes until I say so.”
Meanwhile, Akira only silently follows the orders. Yet, the sudden water spray against her hair nearly jolts her.
A second later, she gets alerted as Shiki buries her fingers in her hair and gets goosebumps as her scalp is massaged.
After wetting her silver hair, Akira hears the showerhead stop and taps the bathtub.
Suddenly, she shrugs upon something cold and thick poured on her head.
However, just before she opens her mouth, Shiki’s palm brushes her hair from her face.
When her partner rubs her scalp, Akira hears the rising cracking of shampoo foam.
Yet, it doesn’t take long for Akira to get used to and even enjoy how someone like a cold-blooded killer like that woman carefully washes her hair.
Besides, she hasn’t expected that even something as simple as that can be enjoyable if not relaxing.
But for now, the blue-eyed woman lets out without realizing the nearly purring-like noises as Shiki massages behind her ears and her scalp.
Even when her partner rinses her hair, she wonders whether it is okay to be spoiled like this by the stranger. More so, this might be probably the first time when anyone has ever shown such a care for her.
However, Akira’s further thoughts are interrupted by Shiki’s usual voice. “Open your eyes and give me your arm.”
This time, she stretches her arm and allows it to rest in the red-eyed woman’s hands without a second thought.
After examining it, Shiki comments on the small cut in her pet’s palm. “It’s not as bad as I thought. Good. That will save me more time.”
When she releases her arm, she picks a round sponge and shower gel from the other edge of the bath.
After pouring a bit of the shower gel on the sponge, Shiki squeezes until the soap foam runs down through the gaps of her fingers and briefly commands. “Stay still.”
In the end, Akira accepts her fate and allows this woman to scrub her back.
Surprisingly, Shiki is not too rough or puts too much pressure like it’s that perfect balance. More importantly, she already knows her body better than herself and the right spots to rub.
When the dark-haired swordsman finishes washing her back, her adored prized possession offers one and then another arm for her.
However, Akira widens her eyes as Shiki places her palm on her knee and grabs her wrist.
As the silver-haired woman holds onto her partner’s arm, she stares with her shy blue eyes. “I… I can do it on my own. So, I don’t need any spectators for that.”
Yet, Shiki only smirks like a proud feline. “Ho~ You are an impatient puppy that cannot sit in the same spot during the bath time.”
After she shakes her pet’s hands off her, she adds. “However, it seems that I would need to hold you down and not let you run away until you are clean.”
When Shiki lands her palms on her partner’s knees, she spreads her legs and slides her palms down her thighs.
However, instead of resisting, Akira only turns her head away while her ears burn from embarrassment. “You don’t have to stare at me like this…”
After Shiki rests her palm on Akira’s shoulder, she washes her chest.
Meanwhile, the silver-haired woman closes her eyes and clenches her palms while letting out silent purring-like noises.
For sure, there might be no greater humiliation than being watched and cleaned by the same person who defeated her in the not-so-distant past.
What does Shiki, who’s supposed to be a cold-blooded killer, see in her that makes her spare her life? Or is she nothing more than a pass of time for Shiki before getting bored? Probably, probably not. Who knows?
If so, why did this large cat clean her caught mouse before eating it? Or could it be - this feline is too spoiled and only plays with new and clean toys? Or so Akira wonders while the sponge moves all over her upper body without missing a spot.
Yet, she knows one thing - her body has already become sensitive thanks to this mysterious woman’s touch. Even when the sponge moving in Shiki’s hand massages her breasts and her buds, Akira shakily respires and closes her blue eyes.
Suddenly, she whimpers and instinctively keeps her legs close as the sponge touches her groin.
After she faces her partner, she asks while trying to keep her poker face. “What are you-?”
However, Shiki interrupts her with another brief command. “Spread your legs and lift your bottom.”
Without a second thought, Akira once again follows this woman’s orders, no matter how she would look in such a shameful position.
More so, the longer Shiki rubs her privates, Akira lets out adorable whims and respires at the rising heat in her lower regions, followed by the unknown pleasant sensation.
Eventually, Shiki’s calm voice returns her to reality. “Give me your leg.”
When Akira lowers her bottom, she raises her leg while giving Shiki a slightly irritated look until it rests in her partner’s hands.
To her surprise, the dark-haired woman keeps her poker face without biting remarks while cleaning her foot and ankle and going upwards until she reaches her thigh.
Soon, Shiki repeats the same process with another leg. When she finishes washing her prized possession and puts the sponge away, she takes the shower head into her hand and turns it on.
When the dark-haired woman rinses her body, she can feel that while Shiki handles the current task, her palm also moves as if it tries to memorize the shape of her body.
Soon, after Shiki turns off the water and hangs the shower head back to its place, she leaves her partner’s side to look for one specific item.
A few seconds later, Akira immediately closes her eyes as something fluffy lands on her head.
However, just before she opens her mouth, Shiki starts drying her hair and, eventually, her body with a white towel.
Several minutes have passed. After Shiki reaches her bed while carrying Akira wrapped in the towel, she drops her on it.
Akira closes her eyes and lets out a whimper as the bed creaks under the weight that was dropped on it.
However, after she sits and opens her eyes, she immediately lowers her eyes and fixates them on the newly thrown item at her.
Meanwhile, Shiki only smiles at how Akira picks and studies a white, oversized shirt. “What is it with you? Put it on.”
After a brief pause, Akira removes the towel and starts dressing up while giving her partner a questioning look and asking her in a humble tone. “Why are you doing this?”
“Have you forgotten already? You are mine.” Shiki proudly declares.
Lastly, the dark-haired woman adds before turning her back and heading to the bathroom. “Just behave nicely until I’ll return.”
As soon as the red-eyed swordsman leaves, Akira gets up and looks around the apartment.
After investigating for a while, the silver-haired woman notices that the door is locked, and no matter how hard she looks, she cannot find the keys.
Yet, Akira remembers that even if this apartment was unlocked, it’s wiser to stay inside for tonight.
After all, Rein users or other feral types, who are thirsty not only for blood, infested Toshima’s streets. So, at the moment, someone as defenseless as her running around in nothing more than a long white shirt is a perfect prey for a hungry beast.
Besides, despite for whatever reason Shiki took her in, it’s also a safe shelter from wind and rain.
Either way, Shiki’s sword is also missing or maybe she just hides it well.
“Does she really carries it with her anywhere she goes? That stupid woman…” Akira mutters while resting her chin on her palm and returns to the bedroom.
More time has passed. But for now, Akira peacefully slumbers while lying on the side and curling under the blanket.
However, she softly groans and slowly opens her eyes when something soft and big presses against her back and rests her arm on her.
For sure, it doesn’t take long to figure out who is this pesky person who pushes her to the edge of the bed until she nearly touches the wall and parts her legs with her pushed knee.
‘Just when did she get here?’ Akira wonders, while being embraced by this large feline.
On the other hand, perhaps it’s better not to push her luck and check whether Shiki is asleep or just playing around.
More importantly, this is the first time in her life when someone shares their body warmth with her. Although, it’s nothing that she really minds.
Besides, this is the first time in a while that she can rest without fear that someone may attack her. Or so the silver-haired woman decides as she softens her gaze and sighs.
Soon, the sound of raindrops rhythmically tapping on the window and the pouring rain outside makes her eyelids heavy and wash her grim past and pain away. In the end, the blue-eyed woman drowns in a deep sleep.
Thus, it’s Akira’s first night spent in the warm embrace of Shiki and the beginning of her taming by this woman.
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