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You rub your eyes, biting back a yawn. You tried not to keep checking the clock but the day couldn't end fast enough for you. Your eyes were starting to burn from staring so long at a computer screen and your fingers were stiff. The last fuel up of coffee was hours ago and you were starting to crash hard.
You had only been in Attitude City for about a week and it was difficult to adjust to the fast pace of everything, especially the constant hum of city noise. It was nothing like home. Here you were cut off from all your old friends, your family, everything from your old life. The only friend you had gotten was an upbeat co-worker that treated you like a country bumpkin. All because you were new to Attitude City.
Still, despite an awkward job interview, you wanted to make the most of this job at the Neverbone Corporation.
With a grunt, you stretched your arms above your head, feeling the joints pop in protest. Maybe you shouldn't have overdone it on your first day but you wanted to show how qualified you were for the job. It was only data entry but it was important, or so your supervisor said.
You rise from your office chair, groaning as you stretch yourself more fully. You could really go for a long, hot bath...that is if the hot water heater in your apartment wasn't broken. That realization adds to your fatigue, seeping into your bones. You'll have to settle for going home and just collapsing onto your bed in peace in your crappy apartment. Such is life.
You gather your things in tired silence, making sure to shut off your console. Rubbing the feeling back into your legs, you make your way past the other desks to the front door. On your way out, you give the security guard at the front desk a little wave of acknowledgment but you can't tell if he sees it or not. Oh well.
Attitude City was overwhelming in the daylight with its prismatic skyscrapers of steel and glass rising above the city at dizzying heights. When you first arrived, you couldn't help marveling just being in the middle of it all, the hustle and bustle of city life.
But at night, it was a completely different city altogether.
The Neverbone Corporate building was right in the middle of downtown Attitude City, hugged on all sides by other office buildings and various stores, shops, and clubs. Night had fallen in a velvety blanket, only illuminated by the hot tubes of neon billboards that pulsed liked fiery heartbeats. Almost invisible during the day, further into the thick of buildings, curls of bright neon graffiti peeked around the corner.
As you pass the Neverbone building on the way to the parking lot, you see a tag that catches your eye. Brilliant pink, still dripping with fresh paint: "Ninja Sex Party"
Something about that tag seems oddly familiar. You had seen it before but you couldn't remember exactly where. You dismiss it as the tag of some weird street gang and try to put it out of your mind.
As you get both closer to the parking lot and further away from the relative safety of the Neverbone building, the silence and emptiness of the streets around you close around you. Even the harmless hiss of cars driving past startles you but you shake it off, trying not to be unnerved.
Out of nowhere, your breath catches in your chest and you feel a prickle on the back of your neck that makes your heart start to race. You pull your purse close as you made your way to the parking lot. Despite the empty and abandoned streets, an unexplained panic makes you hasten to get to your car.
Once you round the corner, you beat yourself up mentally for parking on the far side of the employee parking lot. The only sound is the quickened click of your heels on the glossy wet asphalt as you weave through the rows of cars. When you get to your car, you let out a premature sigh of relief but as you get closer, something doesn't feel right. In the distance, something shines and catches the light.
With your heart knocking in your chest, you pause and stoop down. Something has punctured your car's tires. In a crouch, you frantically circle around. All the tires are flat.
You examine them closer, careful not to touch the sharp edges. Ninja stars, gleaming dangerous and cold.
You cover your mouth to keep from screaming, icy fear pouring over your skin. What is this?
There is swish of wind and you freeze in apprehension.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see movement. Turning, standing there before you is a ninja, brandishing a katana.
Your legs wobble as you press yourself to your now undrivable car. Your instincts are screaming to do something, anything but you can't move. Even your throat feels paralyzed, any cry of alarm of noise stuck as the ninja approaches. It's only now you realize how weak and defenseless you are, with only $50 in your wallet (all the money you have to your name) and no mace or pepper spray.
So suddenly your voice breaks out in surprise, a flurry of ninja stars hit the ninja in the face. He reels back without a sound before a final one lodges into his forehead and he slumps to the ground, dead.
You turn to look up and leap back in surprise to see another ninja perched on the roof of your car.
You cry out as your backside hits the ground, dropping your purse. You try to scramble to your feet when a voice calls out.
“Stop, Ninja Brian!”
You look up and see a figure in the distance, obscured by billows of white smoke.
As the figure walks (or rather, struts) in view, your eyes widen.
The man is tall, with long curly brown hair down to his bare shoulders, clad completely in electric blue spandex with a blue cape trimmed with white fur tied at his neck and around his wrists with red ribbons. The front of the man's outfit gapes open, revealing a window of pale chest dotted with dark hairs. On the front of his outfit is a crest of a red star nested inside a white circle.
You finally get to your feet, brushing yourself off as the fear in your mind ebbs away. Now you just feel confused and wary.
The man stops in front of you and cocks his hip to the side, running a hand through his bushy hair. On their own, your eyes are drawn to the line of his legs, the blue spandex pulled taut against his lithe body. Further down, you notice that he's wearing, oddly, white and grey sneakers.
He cocks his head to the side, fixing you with a piercing, flirtatious gaze, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "I can see you're rendered speechless by my presence. Don't worry. This is perfectly normal. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Danny...Danny Sexbang ." The man's voice is thick and sweet like warm syrup, making heat instantly pool into your stomach like a gut punch.
There is a flash and a plume of gray smoke as the ninja that was on top of your car appears, his arms crossed over his chest, making you yelp in surprise.
The man rolls his eyes. "And this clown is Ninja Brian."
The ninja turns to glare at the man, who twists his lips in annoyance and rolls his eyes. "Sorry. That was uncalled for. Can we not have this talk in front of a-" his eyes fall on you again, fixing you with that intense look again. "beautiful damsel in distress?"
"What? I...I don't understand. What...just happened?"
"You...haven't been in Attitude City that long, have you?" He smirks again, this time in understanding.
You shake your head. "What? Is being attacked by a ninja normal here?"
"It's normal as fuck." The man stoops down and grabs the dead ninja by the front of his shirt. Its head lolls like a marionette with its strings cut and you almost want to puke. You've never seen a dead body before, especially up close like this.
"He doesn't have a crest, meaning he's a low-level ninja. No better than a thug.”
He turns the dead ninja's head toward you with a deafening crunch of cartilage, cupping its jaw. "Yes you are. You're a common thug. Yes you are. Yes you areeeeee."
You gag, covering you mouth and teetering backward. "Oh my god, please stop."
From your left, you hear something rattling and reel in surprise to see Ninja Brian just standing next to you, holding out a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water.
"What the-what..." You sputter before trailing off in a tired groan, holding your head. This must be some strange hallucination brought on by spending all day staring at lines of code. "I don’t think I can handle this right now. I just want to go home." You had meant your crappy apartment but saying it out loud made you even more homesick.
The man drops the dead ninja boneless to the ground, kicking it aside. "You're right. This is a bit much for anybody to take in on their first day in Attitude City."
"Actually I-"
The man holds a hand up, silencing you. "Your car is completely wrecked. As a shadowy hero of the night, I cannot allow such a gorgeous, helpless creature to brave these dangerous streets alone." He points to Ninja Brian. "Ninja Brian, bring the car around. We're taking you home."
"O-oh...okay," you murmur quietly.
He smirks at you. "No need to thank me. Let those luscious lips thank me some other way... later. "
Taken aback by that remark, you face breaks into an embarrassed blush. You're not sure whether to feel creeped out or flattered.
There is a squeal of tires as a red sports car pulls up alongside you, making you blink. That was fast.
Remembering your purse lying dropped on the ground, you hastily pick it up and follow Danny to the car.
As you pull open the backseat door, a few paper fast food cups and wads of sandwich wrappers spill out on the ground.
"Sorry 'bout that. The Sexmobile gets kind of... filthy from time to time," Danny calls out as you carefully push your way inside. Your feet dislodge a whole floor of cups and fast food containers before you sit down onto the cushy seat. On the seat beside you, you move aside a flowered silk robe and then find nestled among the folds, a pair of lacy red panties. Mortified, you put it back.
What have you gotten yourself into?
You buckle your seat-belt. As soon as it clicks closed, the vehicle surges forward, pushing you back against the cushioned seat. There is a crash as the car runs over a speed-bump before racing down the street.
"Should...shouldn't I tell you where I live?" You ask meekly, shrinking against the seat.
"No need. We know where to go. Right, Ninja Brian?"
Ninja Brian says nothing but that seems enough of an answer for Danny because soon, he turns his attention back to you.
"So I just realized that I didn't get your name, sweetness."
"Oh. It's y/n."
Danny hums. "Y/N. Rolls right off the tongue...mmmm...fuuuuuuck..."
From where you're sitting, you can't see much, just hear Danny sigh and hum as he tilts head back against the headrest. Across the aisle, Ninja Brian takes one hand off the wheel and hits Danny with a closed fist. You can't see where but it's enough to make Danny jolt in his seat and then double over, groaning in pain.
"Fuuuck, Ninja Brian...ow..."
Casually, Ninja Brian puts his hand back on the wheel and keeps on driving, as if nothing happened.
Danny takes a breath, trying to collect himself. "Anyway...ahem."
"He...doesn't talk much, does he?"
"Ninja Brian? No..." Danny is thin and raspy, the wind knocked out of him. "He talks to me telepathically. We share a bond." Danny hisses through his teeth. "Fuuuuck."
"Oh. Like...brothers?," you ask, confused.
"No...more like...teacher and student, kinda... ssss , ooh that stung."
You shift a little in your seat. "Are you okay?"
"Oh yeeeah, I'm fine. I love getting hitting square in the junk by a dude."
You bit your lip, wondering if you should be feeling concern or not. You don't know what kind of relationship Danny and Ninja Brian but it just makes you feel out of your depth, considering all that's happened tonight.
"Sorry," you finally mutter.
All you could can hear is Danny's labored breathing as he recovers from the blow. "Huh?" He turns his head towards Ninja Brian and huffs in annoyance. "No, I didn't bring that on myself. Asshole."
Ninja Brian makes a move to take his hand off the steering again and Danny holds a hand up. "No no no please no. I'm...fuck, I'm sorry."
Ninja Brian puts his hand back on the steering wheel, apparently satisfied with that apology.
"So...what are you guys? Are you...superheroes or something?"
"Hmmmm...something like that, yeah. We protect Attitude City in secret, as Ninja Sex Party."
Your eyes widen. "Ninja Sex Party? I've...seen a lot of graffiti with that name on it. So you're...that Ninja Sex Party?"
"The one and the same, baby." Danny gives you a wink. "You should feel lucky, being rescued by the city's protectors and heroes. I can't say the same for Ninja Brian but...I'm not above a little hero worship from time to time...of the oral variety, heh."
Danny snaps his head suddenly towards Ninja Brian before turning back to you. "He says we're getting near to your place."
As soon as he says those words, the car grinds to a sudden stop, the seat-belt just barely stopping your head from snapping forward.
You look out the window and sure enough stands your apartment building. In the dark, it looks foreboding, despite the mosaic of lit windows in the front.
As you unbuckle your seat-belt and open the door to get out, you feel Danny's hands holding yours, easing you down to the ground. You give him a nervous smile as he gazes down at you, his fur-trimmed cape fluttering in the night breeze.
"Uh, I just realized that I should probably see you off to your place..a-alone..."
For a split second, you see something shift in Danny's eyes. The confidence gives way to a flash of something like...nervousness. Before you know how to react, you both jump as Ninja Brian loudly slams the driver's side door closed. He crosses his arms over his chest and glares in Danny's direction.
"R-right, by 'alone', I meant 'along with Ninja Brian', of course," Danny mutters and gives a shaky chuckle.
With that, you three make your way through the front doors.
Without immediately knowing why, you hope nobody is around to see you with Danny or Ninja Brian. You haven't lived here long enough for anybody to know so you can't worry about your reputation. Still...if anybody saw them, you find yourself hard pressed to justify or explain it. To be honest, you're having a hard time wrapping your head around the whole thing yourself.
Since you know where to go, you lead the way to the elevator. In your state, your legs couldn't take climbing all those stairs. The elevator doors squeak open and the three of you squeeze inside and you punch in the number to your floor. As the elevator surges upward, your weak legs can't help wobbling a little.
The elevator dings and you make your way to your room, Danny sauntering beside you, Ninja Brian walking on the other side with a stiff business-like gait.
You put your key in the door and your heart drops with dismay when you become reacquainted with your cheap apartment, brown and bland. Water spots (at least, you hope they're water spots and not mold) dot the walls and cardboard boxes sit stacked on floor.
"Sorry, I just moved in so I haven't unpacked everything yet," you mutter and drop your purse on the couch.
Behind you, Danny is standing in the doorway with his arms above his head, his hooded eyes surveying everything but also appearing to use his position to draw attention to his muscular arms as his long fingers grip the molding of the door-frame. Looking at him briefly, you see his hair brush the top of the doorway
"Wow, you're...tall," you say with wide eyes, and feel impolite for staring at him.
Danny lowers his eyelids, his lips curving in a catlike smile. "That's not the only thing about me that's tall..."
Realizing too late after the words left his mouth, he turns his head and squints, his expression thoughtful and a little pained. "Y-you...you get what I mean. I mean that's not the only-"
"No, no, I get it," you say and you let out a nervous titter.
Danny's verbal gaffe brushed aside, he enters the apartment with a few long strides, stopping in front of you, making your heart jolt in your chest.
"I know what you're thinking."
Before you can say anything, he interrupts you. "You're thinking of how grateful you are for me to save your life." He tilts his head, as if reading the expression on your face, which is confusion and a bit of unease at how close Danny is. "Also you're thinking of how you could possibly thank me for this service...am I right?"
There is something intimidating about Danny and you shrink a little. Trying to diffuse the situation, you stick your hand out for a handshake. Even though he keeps dropping his voice into double entendrees, he and Ninja Brian did save your life and bring you home safely. You owe them some thanks, at least.
"You're right. I didn't have a chance to thank you...Thank you, for saving my life."
Danny looks down at your hand before cradling it with his fingers, leaning his head down and brushing the back of your hand with his surprisingly soft lips.
Your knees threaten to give way under you as heat quickly floods your body, your lips parting.
A lock of his tousled hair hangs over part of his face as he flickers his molten brown eyes into yours. "The pleasure is all mine... y/n ..."
Your eyes flutter, completely overwhelmed by the arousal coursing through you. Your name has never sounded as erotic as it does coming from Danny's lips, sliding over your skin like hot silk.
Then Danny's lips open and he slides one of your fingers into his mouth. With a gentle suck, his mouth closes around your finger, enveloping it in its wet, tight heat as his tongue slides over your digit.
Now you're not sure what to feel, either turned on or weirded out, so you feel both in a heady mix; too surprised to say anything.
You look to see Ninja Brian standing not fair away, watching the whole spectacle with nothing but the wet smack of saliva and Danny's soft noises of enjoyment filling the quiet apartment.
Danny makes a move to take another finger into his mouth before Ninja Brian reaches over and roughly yanks on Danny's hair, pulling him off. Once you're free, you quickly wipe your fingers off onto your skirt.
"OW! Ninja Brian! What the fuck?! You could have ripped my hair out!"
Rattling in your ears, you can hear the faint sound of droning coming from Ninja Brian, or least in his direction but at the time you think it may be the air conditioning unit or some ambient noise from outside. Still...
"What do you mean we need to go? I have everything under control. Can't you just wait in the car?!"
In a quick movement, Ninja Brian grabs Danny by the arm and twists it backwards, making him drop to his knees as he cries out in pain.
You move closer in concern but Ninja Brian stops you in your tracks with a look from his cold blue eyes.
He's fine
What? You're almost positive Ninja Brian hasn't spoken a word that you could hear but you hear him, a stern voice echoing in your brain.
"Okay, okay, OH-KAY!"
Ninja Brian lets Danny go and he struggles to right himself before hopping upright. He gives a toss of his hair, as if the whole thing was a minor inconvenience on his part.
"Ugh. Sorry 'bout that. Ninja Brian...unfortunately, is right. We have to go. Urgent business to attend to. Urgent business that apparently, couldn't fucking WAIT a few minutes!" Danny's voice raises to a shout as he fixes Ninja Brian a withering look, to which Ninja Brian only shrugs.
Danny sighs, brushing his hair back from his forehead. "In any case, this hot thanking session will have to wait for another time. I'm sorry to leave an eager citizen aching for me."
You cough to cover your nervousness. As strange as the finger sucking thing was, you found yourself deep down, wanting to see where it went. Before you moved to Attitude City, you broke up with your long-time boyfriend. It was a mutual break-up for the most part but only with the benefit with hindsight, you were glad it ended. Your relationship had been running on fumes and you weren't really satisfied with him. It was only thinking about it now that you realized how long it had been since you'd been with anybody.
"I'll be fine," you say and give a halfhearted smile.
Danny tilts his head to the side, clicking his tongue. "Oh, you poor, sweet thing. I know you want all I have to offer," he gestures down his lanky body, "but the city needs me and I'm only one man."
"O-okay, I understand." You try to play up the humility Danny is somewhat wrongly reading from you but more so, you really want to get some sleep. Or at least catch your breath. It’s been a crazy night.
"Don't worry. I think we'll see each other real soon." He gives a wink and from somewhere, produces a small business card and hands it to you.
"Just in case you can't wait or need us for anything, anything at all, just call. It's our secret direct line."
You look down at the card. In holographic letters, It says:
Ninja Sex Party
Defenders of Attitude City (shush, don't tell anybody!)
(xxx) xxx-xxx
"Um, thanks."
Danny's expression turns serious as he swiftly grabs you by the shoulders. "Don't take it lightly. Our enemies would kill to have that number. Keep it safe. Our secrecy is resting on your..." Danny's gaze drifts downwards to your chest. "...shoulders ."
You nod and Danny lets you go. "Okay. I promise."
Danny gives a saucy wink and a salute before he backs his way out of the door, the spandex of his costume rippling hypnotically as he moves. With all his attention on you, he forgets to duck and hits the back of his head on the doorway with a hard hollow -thunk!-
His head snaps forward sharply as he hisses, rubbing the back of his head and muttering curses under his breath.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" You make a move to check that he's okay but he waves it off, making his way completely out of the door, staggering a little as he follows Ninja Brian back to the elevators. Before you close the door, you hear in the distance Danny say (presumably to Ninja Brian) "Shut up, it wasn't that funny. Dickhead."
Once they've gone, you close the door and exhale heavily, your body slumping with fatigue.
This must be some weird, crazy dream. That must be it. Everything just feels unreal.
You examine the card, turning it over in your hands and watching the letters shift and change colors.
What kind of place is Attitude City, anyway?