Return to the Tower Part Two

Ami and Minako smiled back. Makoto poked her head in to see what was going on.

"The stew's ready," she said to the others, "Would you like to come eat?"

In the dining room, the table had been set for a number of people, warm, delicious stew that Makoto had made with her love filling every plate. Cups of tea, milk, water, juice, and other drinks were placed with the stew and fresh rolls with melted butter steamed gently.

"I hope you enjoy it Nuregami-chan," MAkoto said happily, giving Nuregami and hug before she placed Kiseke in his high chair. Mochi climbed up in the sit besides her mother and grabbed a roll, taking big bites.

"Mmm," Mochi sighed happily, "It's good, isn't it Mommy?"

Mochi giggled and continued to eat. Ami, Mianko and the children who could eat solid foods sat an ate.

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Kotaro cuddled with his wife, stroking Namiko's hair.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing her.

Mochi giggled and continued to eat. Ami, Mianko and the children who could eat solid foods sat an ate.

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Kotaro cuddled with his wife, stroking Namiko's hair.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing her.

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Meanwhile, Offenderman was still wandering the streets, looking for his one true lover; the woman he would pledge himself to forevermore. Of course, when you're an eight foot plus, pale, sex monster with a sharp smile that wasn't very easy, since they all kept running away. Still, he was hopeful in this place. After all, Namiko and others like him had found their loves, why not him.

Adjusting his hat and shifting a bit in his jacket, Offender stopped to lit a smoke. He put the cigarette in his mouth and retrieved his lighter, flicking it so a small flame erupted from the top. He brought the flame to the tip of the cigarette and stopped.

He had heard...something, like someone was out there...hiding, but not from fear no, he'd smell it if it was fear... this was...!

The attack came swiftly, men in dark clothing rushing from alleys from every direction, surrounding him as they grabbed him, tried to bring him down. He snarled and twisted, fought back as the blades of their knives when into his skin. His tendrils flew, choking, stabbing, sweeping them off their feet, but they came on, bleeding him, killing him.

He couldn't take them all by himself and he, he: Sexual Offenderman - a Slender, panicked.

"Brother!" he screamed mentally as he roared aloud and kept fighting, "Help me!"

"Kunzite-kun doesn't have a mask," Zoisite said, looking worried as he slowly stopped rubbing his lover's wolf ears. He hadn't realized that they had accidentally left their eldest brother, their 'leader', behind. Of course, Zoisite didn't have a mask either but he felt he didn't need one, now that he had tapped into his special serpent god reserves. But Kunzite...

"We'll need to remedy this quickly," he said, concerned about his brothers, "Do you think you could do it, Nephrite, my love?"

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Inari nodded.

"Idachi will do whatever it takes to protect those he loves," she said softly, "He is young but has power that runs deep and dark, like Kotaro.... Kaminari wont want to fight but, Idachi will protect her no matter what. Hopefully it won't come to that but I'll ask him anyway."

She sighed, bothered by the troubles between her children and their loves.

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Jade looked back at Saki and eased her grip, struck by the look in the other woman's eyes. She had never had someone look at her with such...kindness before, such heartbreaking pity. It made her want to protect Saki, protect her virtue and her happiness, all the more.

The smirk faded from Aobozu's face and he clearly his throat, as if ashamed for his harsh teasing.

"Of course, my lady," he said apologetically, standing. He stepped to the side, sweeping his monk robe with him, and there stood Jade's children. A boy and a girl, the girl was about six years old and had ginger hair and the boy was three or four with hair has black as his mothers.

When they saw their mother the children's faces lit up in happy surprise and they ran to her, running into her arms as she swept them up and held them warmly to her heart, pressing soft, motherly kisses to their faces as they babbled all about their 'adventure' to her.

Aobozu watched quietly before sitting once more.

"They were a special case," he said softly, "I couldn't...scare them home like normal. I had to...help them."

Kotaro smiled and cuddled with her, sighing peacefully. There was a knock on their bedroom door.

"Come in," he said and their children entered the room, climbing up onto the bed to be with their parents.

Kojijo, the eldest boy, fell onto the bed with a groan, feeling sick and in pain. Something was wrong with him and he didn't know what it was.

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"...Thanks," Offender said quietly, bleeding from numerous wounds and hurting, the bodies of those Slenderman had slain laying around like broken dolls, "Why are you looking at me like that? They're the ones that attacked me...for once."