Mezzo Forte? (Open for 1 Male)

[iridium248]

Hello, all; Recently, I picked up- and watched- a copy of Mezzo Forte, which was a brief, but highly enjoyable OVA. In accordance with the movie's hentai roots, I'd love to play as Mikura Suzuki in a 'romp'-style game, with the same sexy, zany style of the series...There are, after all, plenty of chances for her to get into trouble, use her womanly wiles, and gunplay in the movie itself, which I think would translate perfectly into an RP.

Anyone interested? ^_^

I'm hoping for someone who's familiar with the atmosphere of the movie, and is a fairly good writer- If possible, I'd like for this to have a plot, in between the sex scenes...And with action scenes, too. ^_^

[no_morals]

Hey, I'm interested. I've seen the show and its hentai roots so I understand the feel of the story. Would I be one of the guys in the show or could I be an original character?

[no_morals]

12:00 midnight
The streets were empty except for a man in a large black overcoat. He had been sick of the man that ran Taki inc, Sendo Irogura. He was known for embezzling and being involved with the yakuza. 'I'm sure sure Mikura Suzuki won't be able to pass up 1 million yen for this job. I only hope that her "target" will forgive me for this, he is such a good kid and more honest than his father.' He slipped an envelope under the door and left.

Mission:
Seduce and protect Shinji Irogura. Have him incriminate his father. Keep him safe and 'satisfied' while bringing down Sendo Irogura. Payment will be 1 million yen.

[iridium248]

09:13 AM, the next day.

"O-one...one *million* yen?"

The dusty, on-the-verge of improvement office-cum-warehous-cum-garage of the Danger Service Agency echoed with Mikura's voice, her brown eyes going wide; The tight orange latex of her figure-hugging catsuit clenched alluringly tight about her curvy form, she swallowed hard- and almost gagged on a mouthful of dust.

"Oh, *ewwwww*! Kenichi! Oyaji-sannnn...We have a *job* at *last*! Where'd you-"

Silence, except for the forlorn crinkle of yellowed paper, as it swirled in the breeze of an overhead fan. Her bubblegum-pink hair swaying, Mikura pouted, hands resting on her hips- Oh, *that's* right. Considering how slow things had been, well, her partners were...Let's see. She'd heard that Ken-kun had a part-time job- Somewhere, though he's been muttered about 'parking tickets' when she'd last seen him...And Harada-san was, well, hmmmm. She didn't know, but she *was* pretty sure he was out of town...

It looked like it was just her. "Sendo...Irogura..." Mikura wondered aloud, rubbing thoughtfully at her pointed chin. "Wait...Isn't he that Yakuza-fiend...?" Her eyes darted to the paper again. "He has a *son*?" Soooooo, she was supposed to *find* him, and keep him- occupied- until they could use *him* against his *dad*...A bit different from what she'd been used to, but all in a day's work for the Danger Service Agency. As long as he wasn't totally grotendous, though...It'd be worth it to take a look!

There was a low, humming chatter as the battered desktop computer warmed up- While Pops usually handled the 'legwork', maybe his files had something...

[no_morals]

12:48 pm The same day

Shinji Irogura was working out at the gym. He was the exact opposite of his father in every way possible. His father was fat, short, ugly, a cheat, dishonest, and one evil son-of-a-bitch. Shiji on the other hand was tall-ish (5'11), only 198 lbs (most of which was pure muscle), a lean build but some muscles showing, he guessed he was good looking but didn't know if it was his looks or his money the girls at school wanted, he was loyal and a good hearted guy. He was busy doing a jujutsu throw on a training dummy when he saw an orange haired girl coming over to him.

[iridium248]

It'd been less than difficult to track down Shinji Irogura- Though Mikura had been thoroughly surprised, that a doting father- Even a Yakuza doting father- would let his son wander around so freely...

She'd finally located him at a fairly high-class gym- Air-conditioning, ergonomic finishings, soothing mood music- Who says money's worthless? she thought wryly, waving to the clerk as she strolled past...Causing his attention, naturally, to shift to her ass. Inside, though...

There was a sharp grunt of effort, and a sharper crack as a training dummy hit the ground; And Mikura stifled a gasp, revising her opinion upward immediately- Then again, it looked like this kid could take care of *himself*. She'd expected (at worse) a chubby fatso (just like the old man), or in the best case, someone who'd spent more his time accompanied by his own wedge of bodyguards- *Not* a lean judoka who'd just manhandled a training dummy into a painful-looking impact onto the mat!

For a moment, she just watched him, a quzzicial glint to her eyes, wondering how best to approach...Then, quite deliberately, Mikura clapped, bringing her leather-gloved hands together! "Nice moves," she purred, folding her arms- vaguely pleased by how his eyes widened, as they lightened on the curvy, punkish pixie before him, smiling like a cat as she watched his exertions...Then challenge sparked in her eyes. "How about a match...Shinji-kun?"

[no_morals]

Now most men would be looking at the woman's body with lust of try to act macho but Shinji wasn't most men. He got into a defensive jujutsu stance. "I would be honored but it seem you know me and I'm sure I would remember someone with an aura like yourself, miss..."

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Mikura shrugged: "*Is* that so?" she murmured, sweetly, a smile on her lips- As she dropped into her *own* stance, body half-turned, right arm leading! Her skintight outfit couldn't quite restrain the slightest jiggle to her oh-so-curvy form as she prepared for the first lunge- He was a grappler, and so she'd respond in kind!

"Let's just say- I'm a fan of yours...Shinji-kun!" Her voice rising in a shout, she feinted- A flicker of motion, to catch his gaze- Then broke in sharply, her foot sweeping in to scythe out his feet, arms rising to snag him by the front of his gi in an unorthodox- But *effective* throw! At least, that was the plan...

[no_morals]

Shinji shifted to the right and grabbed her left arm. Gripping her arm, he disrupted her center of balance and flipped her onto her back. "Not bad but you left both of your sides open since you focused too much on going straight for me gi. Very unpredictable but ineffective against jujutsu." He gave her his hand to let her up. "Now can I have your name?" He asks with a smile.

[iridium248]

"Ooooofff!" The breath hissed from her lungs, as Mikura thumped solidly onto her back- Wow, but he was *fast*! The world had spun dizzily, and the next thing she'd known, she was on her way to the mat. She reached out to grasp his hand, pulling herself to her feet- "I'm...Mikura Suzuki," she said, without thinking, and winced reflexively...But she'd never been *that* good as disassembling, really!

Abruptly, she realised she was *still* holding his hand- And promptly let go, the faintest hint of color in her cheeks, on the pretense of brushing invisible flecks from her shoulders and hair. "I mean, ummmm, wow- That *was* a nice move...I'll try to remember that!"

[no_morals]

Shinji whispered in her ear. "Your being watched. The man in the purple spandex hasn't taksn his eye off of you and it isn't because of your looks. Two choices: act like a slut to me, pardon my language by the way, or be a shy innocent girl asking me out. If I'm correct about who they are then they should ignore you." He kept smiling at her to keep appearance for the other stalkers his father had hired.

[iridium248]

Mikura stiffened, just a little, at his words; She'd glimpsed the man in the tacky purple tracksuit, who'd been chugging away at the treadmill to the best of his huffing, puffing ability- But she hadn't thought *anything* about it...After all, people looked at her *alllll* the time...

One eyelid drooped in a slow, deliberate wink that she'd gotten the message. In a heartbeat, she brought one slim hand up to her lips, turning her head to the side and down demurely, as a flush bloomed in her cheeks; "Ummmmm, Shinji-kun," she murmured, just a little breathlessly- "I-I've been watching you from afar for some time, but what I mean to say is...I mean, what I want to ask is...W-will you go out with me? P-please?"

There was *jusssstttt* the slightest edge of humour to her sweet voice as Mikura fluttered her eyelashes, her soft, breathy words carrying *perfectly*- And she heard a snort from somewhere behind her, as the pressure of being watched lessened. Well, that *was* good for something, after all- She smiled back, her gaze flitting to the door, in an oh-so-subtle implication that they should really, *really* be going now...

[no_morals]

Shinji brought his hand to neck and rubbed the back of it. "Well, I guess we could try going out. I mean, it would be my first date in a long time so...sure." He offered her hand as they walked out. He whispered in her ear. "Most of the stalker will have stopped but a few will follow us unless we enter my apartment for obvious reasons. I don't know you that well but I won't let them hurt you."

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Daring, isn't he? Mikura thought- But well, she'd gotten herself into this situation in the first place! She wondered what Pops would say...Then again, the contract had said-

She shook her head, furiously- No, *what* am I thinking? Though the sudden pressure of unseen eyes made her respond a *lot* differently; One slim but strong arm slipping adoringly round Shinji's waist as she leaned into him, pressing that soft, curvy form against his...

"I-I'm willing to go *anywhere*," she cooed, mock-breathlessly...Again playing for the benefit of the audience!

[no_morals]

Shinji nodded and knew he would have to explain. They got to his apartment and he closed the door. "You'll have to stay the night to keep up appearances but we're safe to talk here." He looked at her and couldn't help but blush.

[iridium248]

As the door swung shut behind her, Mikura relaxed her grip on him, straightening- Her arms curved behind her sleek back as she stretched, immodestly, luscious form rippling immodestly beneath her sleek orange catsuit...A low "Mmmmmmmmm!" of relief purring from her cherry-red lips as she worked out the kinks in her back! "At least they're not watching me *now*," she murmured. "I haven't had *that* many people watching me since that meido-fuku 'incident'..."

Her voice trailed off, as she realised the target- Which she'd done an absolutely wonderful job with, so far- was staring at her. And blushing. Mikura *was* supposed to seduce him, but, well, suddenly self-conscious, she let her arms drop, shifting her weight from foot to foot. "W-well..." she began, awkwardly, trying to cover the hesistant silence, "So *this* is your apartment? If I'm going to be...staying the night...s-shouldn't you...show me around?" She didn't *know* why she was suddenly tongue-tied, flushing as pink as her hair- But she had a sinking feeling this was going to be more difficult than she'd expected...

[no_morals]

Shinji could shake the weird feeling he had ever since he met her. There was certainly a fealing of attraction but also one that told him to not let his guard down fully. Showed her what was in his place and he laid on the bed. "I think its about time you started being honest with me and what does DSA stand for?"

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