Kecheros General Merchandise, Harkov City, Azuna

Present-day

With a mere "swish!" Of the wind, a metallic door closed. And though the floor was a bit rough, the steps went unnoticed. The store was massive for its name. Just three stories tall, just that and that. Not the tallest so far but tall enough to beat the mayor's office. The structure was standard; with a near-standard rectangular format, near-standard Brutalist design, reinforced concrete, and zero to no paint job.

But something else makes this place special: having a staff of five and thirty square meters of space for the customers. Very welcoming of course, but hey! It's the best store in town.

At this hour of the day, no one seems to be needing anything that the place was empty. That is except for three recently. The salesman and the two. How he managed to hail them before they even managed to get in, is one thing stuck on their minds.

"Andrey!!! Nice to see my treasured customer.

What can I do for you? I see you brought your brother." said the old Kecheros.

They stopped near the counter and looked at each other. Surely others would say twin or doppelganger but brother?

'Ohhh!!! You have a lot to tell us old man.' Andrey thought. Thinking about the comment.

"Tack!!!" A flick can be heard as Andrey darted back to reality. It was Danya flicking his wrist on his head making the tapping sound. He didn't stop until his eyes sharpened.

"Focus brother! We're here to buy, not kill time."

He snapped back to reality and nodded. With a near-deathly gaze, looked at his brother. His brother gazed at him another, this time even gloomier. Clearing his throat with a near guttural sound from his throat, the store owner snapped them back to attention. He pointed his index finger on his wristwatch and gave them the german hand sign for three to indicate the last three hours left before the door closes.

The two stopped and returned their gaze to him. He took a deep breath and made an annoyed sigh, before continuing the formalities.

" So Andrey, what can I help you with?" he asked with a tint of etiquette only a well-schooled man can possess.

"Let's cut to the chase. I need a zapper with a magazine capacity of no less than twenty shots, the power of a .45 magnum revolver, and extremely accurate. And extremely accurate, I don't need a precise one, just one with enough accuracy and firepower." Andrey spoke in a very egalitarian manner. Though raised as a noble, he always spoke this way. Direct, unrestrained, very honest to the point, and with an impeccable tendency to turn disasters into dark humor. He wasn't fond of being very polite, lying, and such. Though he is more than just capable of giving people he thought of as worthy of his respect his manners and was very prudent of the things he shows. Being snobbish is a defense mechanism he learned in his miserable life in Ostland. And he isn't afraid to act like the most snobbish Destrier in the entire city if he had to for the sake of his sanity.

" Hmm, I have a few in my possession but they had a max capacity of fifty shots per mag."

" What's the price?"

" Just a thousand and sixty-one creds." The owner spoke with a sort of " you know that" attitude.

" The price is too high for my budget, is there any other model with a price range not exceeding a thousand creds?"

The owner stopped and thought for a moment, his mind bumbling in the midst of his hardwired and messy brain. His eyes opened wide and so did his mouth as a memory struck him hard. With a victorious smile, he gazed at them before leaving them to their devices as he climbed the multiple stairs and opened multiple doors and boxes before returning.

He looked satisfied at this request, surely the two thought this could be good.

" You see Andrushka, a few years back I bought a dozen modified zappers meant to look and imitate the ancient and very unsuccessful Zip .22 pistol. The design had some flaws and each weapon was very different from the other. For years I saw collectors buy each and every one of them, except for this one." He afterward shew them the gun inside a well-carved wooden box. The box itself emitted a rare aura of pure despair and neglect. The way the carvings rode on the box was very intricate and astonishing, to look at it would be to gaze upon its wondrous power. It could touch one's own soul that the two could nearly swear, their hearts slackened as they laid their eyes upon that breathtaking box.

The owner took an old-fashioned key, one that could be made using primitive techniques, and opened the box. The zapper inside was one of such marvel to behold. Small, weird like it was designed by an eight-year-old, and very well painted and with lines so smooth and a feel of otherworldly grace. The weapon was one only the most extreme and weird could only desire. The box-like design was one that screamed bad ergonomics; along with its appearance that of a box with a hidden barrel, a standard trigger in its boxy form, and a small box magazine or banana magazine for the battery. But this mockery of a description is not its treasure, rather it is what it feels like to hold it that mattered, for with its appearance that seems very root-like as if it was carved out of a root and the flesh-pink color that defined its place when the light strikes. Not to mention, the vine-like or tentacle-like structures that infested its exterior.

Mr. Kecheros saw the two react as he opened that sad box. He watched as astonishment escaped Andrey's eyes and the word "Such Beauty" escape Danya's mouth.

Softly, Andrey turned his head to his twin and beheld a sight he could've envied. Their near godly beauty was one to behold even during sad or mournful times. There is something in their eyes that could make even the vainest person fall in love even when they aren't smiling. But now it is different, the look in Danya's face was something else, something Andrey once possessed yet now was another sad memory. His face was now shining with gladness.

Andrey felt his left cheek pull his lips sharpening into a grin, imitating Danya's soft and tender smile.

"You never had any of these, didn't you? That smile of yours, I once reached that point."

" Nein, it just so happened that this reminds me of an engineered plant that I treasured. It once scared the hell out of me, but over time I grew fond of the little bugger."

"Care to enlighten us," Kecheros said, trying to remind them of his presence.

"Seriously, why do I keep spilling the beans? And for that it all started Four years ago, I was given control of an abandoned Frigata Industries laboratory for my own use. My handler told me, it was our parent's gift for my recent achievement of reaching the top hats in my old university. Truth be told, I was hoping for that to happen because I was interested in botany and most of the discarded and leftovers were apparatus for botanical experimentations. A dream come true and somehow better than that because I managed to fix the entire lab in less than a week.

Then came Flooty, my first experiment, and my first joy. Born out of flawed genetics and lazy experimentation she scared the wits out of me at first. But over time I was happy with my creation."

He wiped his face with a single motion. Tears and sweat joined his hand as he cleared it with a white neckerchief.

" Flooty had the sex appeal of an octopus because I messed it up. I tried to make a hybrid plant that had the ability to stretch its vines and shoot quicker and bore very sweet fruit. The end result was a sentient Plant-Mollusk hybrid that had the brain of a 21st-century dog and with sweat so sweet it spent its first five days trying to kill the ants that thought it was a massive aphid.

When I noticed this I decided to take a leap of faith and took him out of containment and into my arms. A foolish but prospective idea. My handler nearly shot her when she tried to climb into my shoulder but relented when she acted like a scared cat, that is without the aggressive sounds and more like hugging me in fear. Ever since that time she allowed her to be with me.

She accompanied me around the lab and helped wherever I go; retrieving tools, books, and even snacks. It was a bit weird looking at a cute octopus that looked like a cross between a tree and an octopus. But despite her weird appearance, I grew happy being with her. Not to mention, she needs only plain water and sunlight to survive, though I saw her consume ants in anger and beat termites into a pulp after they tried to eat her alive.

Once I took her outside for some fresh air and for a time out, she was so happy that she was jumping up and down the grass and bathed in the sun. I noticed her grow more leaves indicating that was asking for sunlight and so we went on an outing in Zastava city, the place where I once lived. Taking her out in the city was a bad idea but I liked the concept of people laying eyes on your unfortunate experiment turned pet. And once I nearly scared the customers out of a supermarket when I tried to find some water for her because she was dehydrated after taking so much sunlight. It was a happy day and the days after that until she died.

A hit was placed on me, I didn't know why but some men in dark suits tore the metal doors open and aimed their weapons at me, sadly she took a bullet meant for me. As I lay there crying my handler and the defense systems activated after being cleared from a virus. The perpetrators were disposed of in less than mere seconds. I tried to bring her back with whatever I could but the damage was irreversible with the current machines in my possession. She died in my arms as I heard an unearthly wail in the distance.

The police couldn't find a connection to the recent events. The men didn't even exist they said, the bodies decomposed the minute the coroner did his job in front of nearly every man in the station even the mayor herself.

Frustrated I tried to bring her back, but sadly I could only create what I first intended to create. The plant with fruits so sweet and vines so stretchy. I tried doing everything I can to replicate her but found myself only creating various variations of the same plant, not the pet or companion I intended.

After some time after multiple trials and errors, I found to my dismay that the truth was worse than it seems. Flooty was the accidental result of a corporate secret mixed with my genetic formula. A lot of the material was present before and I fancied hiding some for my purposes but found all of them gone after losing Flooty.

My handler told me it was scheduled to be transferred under my nose during the last couple of days, the day before the last bottle was sent after she found my stache. Furious I tried to contact mom and asked for even at least a drop of the material to bring or even get another Flooty. Sadly she can't as the material nearly caused a war in Azuna and must be disposed of publicly to end tensions.

Nowadays I always carry an odd red fruit every day in my bag. The fruit was from the plant and carrying or eating one reminds me of her every day."

His smile disappeared as he let out a deep sigh. Replaced with his usual sad face.

" That was a very sad story, anyway I think I'll give you a discount and an extra banana magazine. Just 800 creds for now, what do you think?" Kecheros spoke like a freaking businessman trying to rid himself of an object of bad luck from his inventory.

" Feels like we're robbing you! Not buying it, raise it higher will you!" Andrey jolted backward as he spoke.

" Oh come on! This thing sat on the shelves for nearly 20 years, It'll rot any second now unless you start tinkering with it."

" Wait! What?" Andrey said suspiciously as Kecheros felt his sweat drop from his head.

With a satisfied grin he replied:

" It would be impossible for a Harkovite to not hear the Hero of Sector 2 who stood his ground without reloading till the four hundredth shot."

" Who leaked that information?"

" The police themselves! You should start watching the local channel, useful information. Anyway, that just brightened my day and relieved my heart. Good evening gentlemen!"

" Wait! We told our story, It's about time you tell us yours as well!"-Andrey

" That might not be a good idea, it's getting dark anyway!"

" I'll pay you 1500 creds for the Zapper and the information."

" Why would you do that? What make's you think it would be worth the while?"

" Well for starters, I once heard and met a Grand Duke Arriosto of house Kecheros a while back. Thing is, he disappeared without leave and I never heard of him ever again." Andrey spoke as his brows and eyes sharpened and with an amused grin.

" Ok I'll admit, but before we hit the stables." Kecheros pulled a bottle of vodka from the counter. Andrey stood his ground, yet Danya took a swiss army knife. Seeing the bottle he sheathed the weapon. "Let's have a drink shall we?"

***

Simonov St., Vertmann Apartments, Harkov City, Azuna

Andrey's Apartment

1900hrs

Log 16

Andrey Kempf

Fact 1: You are living in the motherland!!!

Fact 2: You know nothing of yourself.

Fact 3: Dietrich is a part of the Federation's Military intelligence and all previous transgressions are fruitless. He is upset with the balance of things.

Fact 4: You were born here, never there.

Fact 5: Deja vu. Your mother was born here and lived here before "they" met.

Fact 6: Kecheros is Arriosto of house Kecheros in exile. His adulterous wife caused his banishment and current bad condition: Disowned though repealed after the further secretive investigation done by father himself.

Fact 7: Kecheros is married to one of his store assistants. Though asked to return and claim birthright, he refused and instead relinquished his rights to his struggling but kind younger brother despite his father's backing of his return.

Fact 8: Kecheros didn't return due to a single provision of his return which requires him to sever his ties to Azuna. He cared for his loving wife dearly that he took grievous wounds during the last "Calamity" in Harkov for his wife's sake, the crying part was reversed due to his dedication.

Fact 9: Kecheros lived in Azuna for more than fifteen years as of now. He survived a single plague "Calamity" and held the record for the longest siege battle in his store. Nearly fifty people were present in the defense, only he was the casualty.

Fact 10: He had enough money to expand his enterprise to five stores two years before his repeal but rejected the idea after he found out he enjoyed the last siege a lot. (Quite the bugger)

Fact 11: Kecheros was father's business and martial arts teacher. No wonder he does him a lot of favors.

Fact 12: Kecheros' store was father's first store and current warehouse before he relinquished control to Kecheros during his exile. He currently buys Frigattur products and labels them Frigata after the trademark used by father in this world.

Fact 13: The Ostland Manor was only 23 years old. It was meant to be an outpost for Frigattur. Azuna was the true powerhouse of Frigattur, not Ostland.

Fact 14: Native girls are naturally sexually active, as boys are openly asexual but tend to display loneliness during the latter part of their teenage lives. They constantly ignore and downplay confessions by local and foreign suitors.

Fact 15: A Harkovite girl would originally act very inappropriate (slutty) towards their person of choosing as an ingrained mating strategy, but over time tends to adapt to their sexual preferences and could even repeal the concept of sex if they fell in love with a total asexual.

Fact 16: A Harkovite boy would naturally act oblivious to lovey-dovey relationships, but would act and even be obsessive and dedicated to the one they love. However, making a boy fall in love is very hard and naturally unusual. If possible, they would be very submissive to the sexual demands of their "other" and would love her forever.

Fact 17: People of Harkovite blood tend to be Monogamous. Even a tint of heritage would make it so (No wonder why mom was such a slut towards dad). A lot of widowed women are present in Azuna due to their stubbornness to remarry.

Fact 18: Harkovite girls prefer to flirt with foreign boys due to their less asexual nature. Competition is fierce, however.

Fact 19: The weird culture and behaviors stemmed due to a population crisis in the midst of the 25th century. Multiple calamities occur every century that the population was at an all-time low. Scientists all over Azuna banded to create a solution, the result was a liquid solution that if ingested could make women more sexually active and less likely to feel pain during and after pregnancy. Male intake could result in death, however. A notable side effect was boys of the third generation exhibited asexual behaviors. Multiple solutions were accepted but none worked.

Fact 19: Though females would flirt and even woo boys, they didn't actually even had a crush on them. They fall in love with someone after spending at least a year with them. Usually falling in love with the character, never with looks, and more likely to break up after the suitor is found to be unsatisfactory.

Fact 20: Every Harkovite girl dreams of marrying a local due to the qualities of a Harkovite boy. This unfortunately ends up as a fantasy as the odds are 1000 to 1.

Fact 21: The best way to make a Harkovite boy fall in love is to do the "Damsel maneuver" as Kecheros puts it. It involves kidnapping the boy, tying him up in a warehouse or elsewhere safer, and hugging him with your head near his heart at the same time singing him a nice and heartfelt love song. The song must be composed by the girl and must very touchy and romantic. This could take hours before the boy would break and drop into tears. Both parties must cry at the same time or otherwise it wouldn't work. A good piece of advice would be to imitate a mother's touch or lullaby with some rocking motion with the embrace, it must be left and right not forward and backward. In other terms, the most effective method is to induce Stockholm syndrome, but that can backfire harshly 10% of the time.

Fact 22: Another way is to be a childhood friend with a boy himself. The boy could develop feelings over time, though care is advised. A Faux pas could mean everything, though it is easier to ask for another chance than being with strangers. Apparently, the boys prefer people they knew to strangers for mates.

Fact 23: Nearly all Harkovites had universal beauty, there's barely any truly ugly people here.

Fact 24: ...

"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew" relieving his back of the pain, Andrey took a deep breath afterward before reaching for his homemade pizza.

"Slap!!!" A hand went so fast that he himself moved though only his hand was hit.

"Not yet Andrey! It is still too hot."

"Katya I've been cooking this pizza for years. Why would a little heat hurt me?"

He lounged! Hand as fast as the wind and grabbed a slice before she could react and took a bite afterward proving his point.

She took a piece and bit but it burned her soft fingers.

"Ouch, so hot!"

" No wonder why your father wanted me to marry you so badly. You won't even survive boot camp!"

" That's not true!"

"This proves it! Come on! Admit it!" he said playfully despite her blushed and abashed face.

"Don't worry, I have to admit I'm just starting to like you."

Her head turned so quickly to his words that he could've reached for a plaster.

"Really? You mean it?"

" And I'm gonna marry you. That's for sure, though I'll have a couple of mistresses haha."

Her face drowned as he remarked. Taking a cold spray he cooled the pizza to the perfect temperature and offered her a piece.

" Just joking! Here, try it."

She took a bite and saw rainbows and unicorns all of the sudden.

'Why does it have to be unicorns again? Ughhhhh!' She thought to herself as a myriad of flavors filled her head.

" Umm, about what I said earlier. It's just a joke and honestly, I'm willing to take the vows with you whether with your father's blessing's or not."

"How can I trust you?" She inquired with a sharp and unforgiving eye.

" Do you know what is fact 24?" he spoke in a very playful manner, similar to Katya before that her eyes widened.

" My mother is a Harkovite and my paternal grandmother is a Harkovite also." He whispered softly in her ear as she turned her head with a mess of surprises.

" You meant to tell me you were..." She barely finished the sentence as he pounced at her like a cat and with her facing up and him facing down he lowered his head and allowed his nose to gently touch hers as she closed her eyes as if pleasured.

" You've been a very bad girl lately Katya, you've been teasing me for a while now. How about I return the favor?"

She moaned and breathed hard though there was barely any contact as he caressed the small of her back and her very gentle parts. He continued to do so until she admitted she can't take it any longer, but Andrey wasn't pleased with her current state just yet. He persisted with his lust and continued by biting her ears slowly and tenderly making her groan and ask him to stop. He wouldn't however, and instead resorted to kissing all over her body, suckling her breasts, and leaving red marks on her neck.

He continued despite her protests and despite her plea, he licked her (redacted for family friendliness). Sadly she was right, though it was an alternative she burst in his face. He digested the fact that her body was at her limits and further lovemaking could result in him zapping her of strength.

Panting, softly panting she looked at him as he consumed her juice and wiped himself with a towel. She didn't stop, a virgin she truly is. She trembled as he drew near her, his lips nearing her ear. He whispered slowly, aggressively but also lovingly.

"Resistance is futile Katya, I want to sap you of your strength. Not because I'm a vampire or anything, rather because I want to enjoy it. I want to do all the dirty work and all you have to do is relax and enjoy as I pleasure you."

Her eyes widened in surprise, she thought: "Plagiarising cheapskate". Her lips in terror but he kissed with such passion she relaxed and blankly gazed upon him powerless and pitiful. But as a silent minute passed the two as they gazed upon each other, he spoke softly in her ear:

"Trust me, you'll love me for it." Her breathing went normal as her lust spiked. No longer the worrisome gaze stuck on her face for now she bore one that of a malicious smile.

She turned around so that her abdomen faces the bed and her back to him. She raised her buttocks higher and gave him a condom before she wiggled hers to him. He asked her what it meant by which she replied:

"Leave me senseless, tomorrow is Saturday. I want you to swear that after this night, I won't be able to walk straight for a week." She said with a voice so enticing, seductive, and arousing that his manhood went two sizes further.

" If you say so." He then proceeded to take off her skirt, shockingly he didn't expect her to not wear any underwear. But nevertheless, with his heart beating ever so wildly, he took the birth control and tried to thrust in her belly. She smiled through pain is in her eyes and goaded him to go further.

"Ahhhh! Ahhh!" A female voice screamed in the other room as he tried to thrust.

'Bleedin' Cock Block!!!'

He nearly screamed as he ranted and scrambled in his pajamas before helping her dress and gave her a piggyback ride. She was in a word still exhausted from the ordeal as they rushed next door.

Pulling the keys from his pants he opened the door with zapper in hand and did a 'Freeze mutterfucker' pose as he entered the room. But lo and behold the record-breaking TRAINFUCK! of the CENTURY for its absurdity was too much it could have been the fuck-up of the century. For starters how could two people be tied up together in this manner? For once this requires a lot of mental gymnastics to understand how could two people be tied up in a mess of knots that one of them had his head near the ground while the other was above. Honestly, it barely made any sense; though he got them down for once.

P.S both were stark naked, though Danya was gagged and blindfolded is the one whose head was closer to the floor.

He cut them loose as Katya sat watching him cut the ropes like butter. He sighed and sighed and sighed as Danya sat nearly collapsing. Seeing this he approached Irina and asked:

"Are you responsible for this?"

She nodded in approval, her head down and guilty, ashamed of her misdoing.

" Ahhh! If you wanted to fick him already then just do it normally for crying out loud! Please, Irina, I don't care anymore if you two are to copulate like rabbits. But just make sure to practice coitus interruptus or coitus saxonicus every time you do it understand?"

She nodded though her face was left unchanged. He proceeded to take his leave by retrieving Katya and carrying her to his room, that is after he checked his twin's vital signs and afterward left.

Laying her on the bed softly, he went to the fridge and took a chocolate bar before lying on the said bed afterward. The ordeal in the other room left him as sapped as Katya, though it wasn't physically challenging the feelings he bore weakened his heart and stressed his psyche.

He shared the chocolate and tried to get some sleep. However little did he know that though he slept in his boxers she on the other hand stripped and covered herself with only the blanket the bed possessed. She crept on him as he tried to rest and sat on his belly, he felt her hands reach for his manhood and had it... Let's just say that he was sleeping with a paraphilic, more specifically a fetish for somnophilia. We can only imagine the surprise and moment of silence after he checks his underwear in the morning.

***

Next door

2100hrs

It was rough, was wild as it was preposterous. Totally loli! As she pleasured herself by punishing her backside with her beloved. She moved up and down ever so fast that the question of whether she bathed in lube or not became irrelevant or whether her intestines were actually made of rubber. The speed, fervor, and mania of the act could make a nun scream in utter terror and disbelief.

Most would've relented but he did not. Though gagged, blindfolded, and tied Danya actually was smiling at this moment.

A moment of triumph or defeat?