More Fudge? Sexy.

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Oh hell yeah. Daiko was pumped for another mission, and a mission with a hot girl no less. He hasn't heard of this girl Kyoko, but he knows she wears bikinis and stuff rather than clothing. Maybe instead of just stealing fudge, he'd steal some virginity... But off of that topic, he was currently flying in the air. That's right. Flying. Daiko was one crazy motherfucker, and flying was only a small dot on his lists of talents. Making it to his location, he lands down on the ground, expecting  Clyde to be there. If Kyoko was here too, it was known that he would hit on her the first chance he got. He'd been working on his game, so he didn't get rejected like he usually does... But in all honesty, he's just excited to meet a girl in his guild that doesn't eat people for fun. That'd suck.

Kyoko stepped onto the mission grounds. Which wasn't really the grounds of a mission, it was just a really shitty ron...duhvoo point that her and her two other mission partners were going to meet up. "How many people does it take to steal some damn fudge...?" She asked herself, making a small crystal ball and rolling it around in her hand. She looked down at what she was wearing. As of now, it looked like a soft green coat, and she was still wearing her non-prescription glasses, and her hair was in a braid. She looked to be about 10 in this outfit, and that made her smile. Hiding the sisters. She giggled to herself, waiting there, and, after getting impatient, she tossed the ball against the wall. Not yet noticing her allies, she began her long run towards the fudge store, hoping that whoever she would run into on these missions wasn't an Uchiha.

Clyde doesn't get paid enough to do these missions. He limped towards the mission location on crutches after the last mission. His crutches and cast were of course fucking string, and what the hell was with Daiko. Clyde walked down an alley way and saw none other then some random chick.
"Oh great, you are the girl Daiko wants to fuck huh?"
Clyde knew he was being rude, but he didn't care even the slightest. He was very much enraged at Daiko for all this fucking shit he had done for him. He can't even get a decent house, because these god damn missions don't pay for shit. Clyde stares back at the girl.

"I wouldn't do a mission with Daiko. Rumors spread that he has ways of doing sexual actions to girls. The tattoo on your tongue doesn't help your imagine. I would run the hell away before he finds you."

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Putting on his triangle shades, Daiko lands down between the two, shouting, then breaking Clyde's crutches "LET'S STEAL SOME FUCKING FUDGE." Daiko pulls off Kyoko's jacket, revealing two huge knockers hanging off of her chest. "God dammmnn. Hit me up later, K?" He then flicks Clyde, grabbing him and lifting him on his shoulders. Picking up Kyoko, he gets a running start, and beings to fly. 

Daiko flies above the sky, and then finally reaches the fudge store. He has had his hands slightly down Kyoko's pants the whole time, but just played it off as if he was carrying her. He drops them down, goes into smoke form, then slips in. He sees the same naked woman, and drop kicks her in the tit. He steals the recipe AGAIN, then peaces the fuck out, carrying Kyoko and Clyde back to the mission booth, a finger delicately placed between Kyoko's thighs. Then they landed.

After about 5 minutes of a bright red face, and what she thought losing her virginity would have felt like, she was standing again, with the kid who smelled like weed, and the other dude who was a fuckin' cripple. "Uh..." She stares at them. After throwing a softball shaped piece of crystal at the pothead's dick, she gently slid under the cripples arm, holding him up. "... My boob hurts... You didn't have to drop kick it." She mutters, her little bra a little wrinkled from the rough carrying. "... And get'cha hand out from my thigh, you little fucker." After tossing Clyde over her shoulders, she starts running back towards the place she was going to turn in her mission. "We should totes hang out, crippy." She tells the said cripple, grabbing her shirt on the way out. Jesus fucking christ. This is why she should never do missions with dudes.