You know, I can recall the entire flight. Mostly, it was because Ochigi had been singing the entire time. Did I mention that I hate show tunes now? No? Well, I do. So, you can imagine my frustration as to why I couldn’t get a fucking lick of sleep. It was all thanks to the melodious warbling of Ochigi's lackluster cantar. My nerves were completely shot by the end of it all. Then there was Diane. She was this trip's saving grace. So peaceful, nothing at all like her other half. Diane sat comfortably while she flipped through those books of her's. Reading each word, her eyes dancing over the pages. Licking the tip of her fingers before pressing it lightly towards the top of the page, she peeled it over to bring forth the view of the next pool of scripture.

“Look, we're almost there. “ Ochigi said to me. I’d sit up a bit, scanning over the frozen wasteland below us.

“So, this is where we're going huh. “ I said rubbing the back of my neck. Diane shifted and adjusted in her seat before putting her book away.

“Yup, this is it.“ She replied. Her fingers gingerly guided her brown locks backward behind her right ear.

“But this looks like a military encampment. Thought we were going to a resort.“ The confusion in my statement circled it's way back to her. I leaned back in my seat while I stared out of the window.

“Well, it’s something like that. You’ll see when we get there.“ Diane chimed, Ochigi would have smiled looking over at the two of us before I awkwardly slid my fingers through my hair.

We made our way off of the plane after docking and continued heading towards what was apparently our rooms. On the outside, it looked like a military compound building, but the inside had been a different story. Rooms fit with the finest furniture I had ever seen. There were golden plates, decorative finishing, polished floors, the works! Prime Exocore had brought the Ryoji's a fortune.

“Your room's back there,“ Diane said to me as she pointed forward, I watched her finger until my eyes darted towards the door in front of us. I walked in, making use of the room as I’d put my stuff down. After doing so, I sat down on the bed. My hands patting down the silk. It was red in color with floral designs along the top. It was delicate and stunning.

“Jon, I’d like you to meet someone.“ Ochigi's tone snagged at my curiosity as he stood up, pulling his hands behind his back. “This is Kaldea," He paused shortly before speaking again. "She’s my bodyguard when Anthony doesn’t accompany us on these trips.“ Ochigi glanced in my direction, but I couldn't speak. My throat had been caught in a net, preventing all types of sound to emit from my lips.

The woman before me had been, for a lack of better words, godly. Strong, dark skinned, curly hair, bright... Brimming red hair. She carried wide strong hips, with a slender waist, her breast had been imposing--Large and bountiful. Her lips were crimson and mirrored the shade in likeness to her hair. And her eyes? Oh her eyes... Vivid lavender, a deep purple hue, I'd never seen such eyes. She seemed like she had been from another world. My heart pounded so hard as I stared hopelessly at her, my breath quickened, my lungs contracted.

“Kaldea, Jon. Jon, Kaldea.“ Ochigi kindly stated once more.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jon.“ Kaldea greeted me sweetly. Her voice was chilling. Soothing and raw at the same time. It was like honey in it's purest form, unprocessed sugars and all. Straight out the comb, raw. It sent a chill down my spine, a sensation that I’d never felt before. My knees grew weak and a flutter of butterflies danced within the cursed pit of my gut. My face began to burn a bright red, piercing red, blistering even! I knew it was noticeable. I suppose it didn’t help that I had an overgrown erection now protruding, though confined, within my pants. My zipper pinched me on and off.

“I-I-I, uh,“ I stuttered. The words would stall in my throat like a car running on a bad engine.

“Haha, I know who you are. Don’t worry. You had a long flight, we can talk later after you get some rest.“ A bright giggle bubbled up from the back of her throat as she patted my cheek. Her touch sent a jolt through me. A literal jolt flooded my senses with an overload of pleasure. I watched her turn to Ochigi, bowing, before walking away. Her large backside was plump and round, though athletic at the same time as I locked on. My eyes were wide, my jaw unhinged as Kaldea's hips fluently swayed steadily from left to right. There was a light bounce in each powerful step she took. Her heels clicked against the tiled floor as she proceeded to walk away.

“That’s your fucking bodyguard!“ I hissed, trying to keep my voice down while addressing Ochigi with an angry tone. Sitting down on the bed, I slid my fingers through my hair again. I think it was a nervous tick.

“What? Kaldea? Yeah, of course. I have plenty of bodyguards, she's just the one we hired for this job. And... she’s worked with us a few times before this as well. But, you know.“ Ochigi said to me with a cigarette burning on the tip of his mouth.

“ She’s beautiful…” The words slipped from my lips thoughtlessly.

“Oh yeah, think so? “ Ochigi stated, crossing his arms. He closed the door behind him, securing that no one had been listening in on their conversation. “Well, you know, I could set you guys up for a date! What do you think?“ I spat out the water I’d been drinking.

“ What!?“ I haggardly coughed up the word along with my right lung.

“C’mon man, I've never once seen you with a girl. I think it's kind of depressing, to be honest. How old are you anyway?“ Ochigi asked inquisitively.

“I’m 23…“ Ochigi would have let his hands drop to his sides after my response.

“Oh, wow. Well, okay, I’m 27. When I was 23 I was macking all kind of girls yo.“ My eyes slanted.

“You were 'macking… all kind of girls… yo.'?“ I repeated his words back to him with a stale expression on my face.

“ Yeah, with me and my 'dogs'.“ Ochigi continued. I shuddered, his lingo was beyond cringey.

“You know, you're really a bit too old to be talking like that. No one says the shit you’re saying anymore. “ Ochigi smirked at me.

“The hell you talking about, J-Dog? Me and the homies used to mack honies all the ti-“ Ochigi paused in mid-speech. He turned around to look back over his shoulder at his wife who stood there with her arms crossed. As the realization slowly set in, the two stayed motionless like that, a not so pleased expression lay plastered to her face.

“Can I see you in the kitchen?“ She bit bitterly with a hellish scowl.

“Oh, yeah. Sure thing, hunny!“ Ochigi said sheepishly while pulling his hands behind his back as he bowed. Watching Diane walk off with an annoyed step in her stride. Ochigi turned back to me after sighing as he crossed his arms.

“Look, one man to another?“ Ochigi continued. I began to rise up from the bed. “There’s a bar out here on the compound. Kaldea typically hangs out there with her unit. Why don’t you go down there? You know, converse. Talk to her. Might do you some good. How about it?“

“Hmn. Yeah, I’ll think about it. “ I replied simply. Ochigi nodded, making his way towards his wife in defeat as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh and, uh, one more thing. Don’t get married at 24. Wait awhile.“ Ochigi said closing the door behind him, leaving me to my thoughts. As I stood there I heard Diane viciously chewing Ochigi out in the kitchen. Reminded me of home, how my parents used to be. It made me happy you know. Like it... kind of put a smile on my face.