Aishiteru Means I Love You

Robyn was showing Jason the stone gargoyles surrounding the perimeter of Ishimura. "Those two over there are Yama and Sora." she said. "They'll be Best Man and Maid of Honor. That female with the bobbed hair and the pearl in oyster broach? Her name's Shinju and she'll be a bridesmaid. The tall one next to her with the lily shaped belt buckle is Yuri, and she's taken the duties of musical director. The smiling one is Riko, she's another bridesmaid."

"I can't believe it." said Jason. "It wasn't a few years ago that we'd be set on destroying them, now, they're part of your wedding party."

"Jonny said the idea was disgusting."

"Jonny can go sit on a tack."

"Jason, he's our brother. I'd really like him at the wedding."

"Robyn, tell me you didn't do something as foolish as invite him here!"

"I'm not foolish, Jason!"

"Do you have any idea how Jonny would react to knowing that there are more gargoyles in the world? Bringing him here could put all their lives at risk!"

"Jason, I'm not stupid! I have...." She was cut off when a small jeep drove up to them.

"Hey, Sweetheart!" Dingo was at the wheel. A dark skinned man with bushy hair and a beard sat in the passenger seat. Dingo shut off the engine and jumped out. "Hope we didn't take to long. Stopped for bento.You didn't go and find yourself another beau, did you?"

"Harry," said Robyn. "This is my brother, Jason. Jason, this is Harry, my bridegroom."

"How ya doin' mate?" Dingo offered his hand, only to abashedly take it back when he realized Jason's arms were braced up in crutches. "Anyhow, just call me Dingo. Most folks do."

"Not Elvis?" Jason's lips twitched in a smile.

Dingo sighed as he looked Heavenward. "Mum, I love ya, but why couldn't ya have been a Paul McCartney fan?" Dingo opened the door for his passenger. "Well, Robyn, Jason, I'd like you to meet Avery James, a shaman who's helped me figure out some stuff."

"We've met," said Robyn. "But we've never been formally introduced, have we?" Robyn shook hands with Avery, who smiled broadly at the memory.

"I believe you may have been more instrumental in keeping Dingo on the path than I have." said Avery.

"Avery," said Robyn. "This is my brother, Jason."

"How do you do, Jason?" asked Avery, careful not to make the faux pas Dingo made.

"Well as can be." he answered.

"You two get acquainted." Dingo took a suitcase and a garment bag out of the back of the jeep. "Avery, thanks again for picking up my tux for me. I'll put your suitcase in your room. We're lodging at the Old Temple."

"Jason can show you where it is." Robyn left with him.

"So, that's your brother?" asked Dingo as they walked to the temple. "Seemed like a nice bloke."

"He's one of my brothers."

"Yeah, well, I don't figure we have to bother about the other un."

"Harry, I told him. He knows."

"What?" Dingo stopped in his tracks. "Robyn, tell me he ain't comin' here!"

"He might be."

"Robyn, he's a madman!"

"He's family."

"So?" Dingo hefted up the suitcase and walked a little faster. "You think I'd be fool enough to invite Falstaff here?"

"This is different, Harry." She said, striding to keep up with him. "Look, I've got very little family left."

"And all I have is you and the rest of the Squad!" Dingo sighed and slid open the door to the temple. "You're asking for trouble inviting him, Robyn."

"I'm not stupid. I have something planned for him. Aunt Fiona is going to put the Hunt aside for one night to be at my wedding and I hope Jonny will too."

"Hope in one hand, shit in the other. See which gets full faster." Dingo dropped the suitcase off by the door to Avery's room.

"Well, that's a vulgar way to put it."

"Admit it, sweetie, you like me when I'm vulgar."

Robyn had to smile. "Come to the bedroom. I want you to help me pick out something for the wedding."

Dingo sighed and followed her to their bedroom, garment bag slung over his shoulder. "We already picked the font for the programs, didn't we?"

"Well, I did after you refused to be of any help." said Robyn, opening the door. "And I still want you to write something for the special message from the bride and groom."

"Aw, Robyn, you know I ain't so good with words." Dingo slid the door closed behind them. "What is it?" He hung the garment bag in the closet. "China patterns? Silverware?"

"The Matsusaki beef and mahi-mahi will be served the traditional Japanese style- lacquer plates and chopsticks."

"Tell me I don't have to look at any more damn flowers."

"Well...." said Robyn, opening a drawer on a chest. "One of them does have a little rosebud on it." She pulled out a white diaphanous negligee with a rosebud in the center of the cleavage. "Or, maybe this one? I don't wear pink often, but I like the bead work." She held up another negligee that was of vivid pink satin and was decorated with black beads. "Which one should I wear on my wedding night?"

"Ah...they- they both look good." Dingo said, hoping she wouldn't notice him wiping off a bead of sweat.

"Do you think the white one would be too short?" She held it close to her body for comparison. It would just barely cover her and was practically see through. "The pink one makes pretty sounds when it's moved." The beads made a tinkling sound when moved.

"Well, maybe you should try them on and let me see."

"Well, OK." Very slowly, Robyn started taking off her clothes while Dingo sat on the futon and watched. Once she was down to her underwear, she "accidentally" dropped one of the negligees. "Oops, let me get that." She turned and bent to pick it up, strategically positioning himself so that he could get a good view of her ass. "Hmm...should I put this on over my bra and panties?"

"Um...ah...." Dingo's mouth was a bit dry. "Maybe, maybe you should take off the bra. More comfortable, don't you think?"

"Of course!" Robyn laughed, as if she had never thought of it. She undid her bra and tossed it to her fiance. "Ooh, you're right, Harry!" she said, lifting and massaging her creamy breasts. "It does feel good to get out of that!" Dingo felt like he was about to burst out of the track pants he was wearing. Robyn slipped the white negligee over her head. "I should keep my panties on." she decided. "This is far too short."

"Oh, I think you should take those off too." said Dingo.

"Well...alright." Robyn said coquettishly. "But you have to take your pants off too!" Dingo kicked off his shoes and eagerly removed his gray track pants to reveal "Pack boxers? You still wear those?"

Dingo's boxers were decorated with the logo for /The Pack/ as well as some dog heads. "Look, when /The Pack/ was on the air, I got a lot of free merchandise. I'll take 'em off if ya want."

"Looks like someone else already wants out." The head of Dingo's penis was poking out of the fly.

Dingo smiled and took off his tank top with the Engrish lettering and pulled off his boxers, kicking them away. He pulled Robyn to him, deciding he liked the way the gossamer fabric felt against him. He devoured her lips in a deep kiss. Her arms had gone around him, one hand stealing down to squeeze his ass cheeks. He stooped down a bit and picked her up, making her squeal with surprise. He laid her on the futon and covered her body with his, kissing her passionately. She broke away for a moment, peeled off her panties and tossed them in Dingo's face. Before he could take them away, she had him straddled. She moaned as she impaled himself on his swollen cock.

"Ride 'em, cowgirl!" Dingo urged. Robyn gleefully humped her lover's cock, gasping and moaning as she did so. Dingo ran large hands up and down the gossamer clad body, enjoying the look and feel. Her hands were combing the light hair on his chest. Dingo was torn between wanting to squeeze her bouncing breasts or grabbing her hips to urge her to thrust harder. He settled for squeezing her breasts through the gossamer and doing some thrusting of his own.

"Oh, yes, Harry!" she yelled, loving the feeling of being filled by the hot man bucking underneath her. "Oh...Harry...It's so good!"

"C'mon, Robyn!" he grunted, thrusting against the searing dampness that encased him. "Gimme all ya got, love!"

"Oh my God, Harry!" she yelled, she cried out incoherently as she came and collapsed over him.

"Hold on, love." Dingo grabbed her hips and thrusted. "Almost there...just a few more...oh...oh...Robyn!" He embraced her as came inside her. "I love you, Robyn." he sighed.

She kissed his cheek. "I love you too, Harry."
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"We have just landed in Japan, Land of the Rising Sun!" Staghart narrated to the camera. "But look!" He turned the camera to face west. "We got here just in time to see another sunset. We have literally chased the sun halfway across the world."

"So," said Lexington. "How do we get from Narita International to Ishimura? Don't think we can call a cab."

"Yeah, no cab would take on this many passengers!" chuckled Broadway.

"We are going to Ishimura in style." announced Xanatos. "In fact, here's our ride now." a white stretch limousine pulled up.

"Ay!" shouted the chauffeur in an obvious Brooklyn accent as he got out. "This the Xanatos party?" He and Goliath recognized each other. "Whoa! No freakin' way! It's you, man!"

"Yes, it's you too." Goliath said, embarrassed that he never quite got the man's name.

"Hey, yeah, that's right, we never did get to no formal introductions, did we?" He offered his hand. "Vincent Grigori. Just call me Vinnie.

"I am Goliath." Goliath shook his hand. "I believe you've met Elisa?"

"Well, I didn't catch her name," said Vinnie. "But I remember her." They shook hands.

"And my daughter, Angela." said Goliath.

"Whoa!" said Vinnie, taking in the sight of her. "I didn't know there were girl gargoyles!"

"Well of course there are!" laughed Angela. "Where do you think baby gargoyles come from?"

"Yeah, guess that makes sense." said Vinnie. "Are all girl gargoyles as pretty as you?" Angela just laughed and made a "stop it!" hand gesture.

"I'm Broadway." Broadway quickly offered to shake hands with Vinnie. "I'm Angela's boyfriend."

"Uh, nice to, ah, meet you." Broadway was gripping Vinnie's hand just a trifle harder than he should have. He let go when Angela gave him a disapproving glance. Vinnie nursed his sore hand a moment then noticed Lexington. "Hey, I know who you are! You're the little douche bag who wrecked my bike!"

"I just wanted to see how it worked!" said Lex. "Look, my name's Lexington, and I'm real sorry about your bike."

"Well, Lexington, wanna introduce me to Michael Moore over here?" Vinnie gestured to Staghart, who was filming everything. "Or should I call him 'Michael Moose'?" Vinnie laughed.

"Oh, no, you didn't!" said Staghart.

"His name is Staghart." sighed Lexington. "He's my boyfriend."

"Whoa, you mean there are gay gargoyles too?"

"Well, I'm not gay." said Staghart. "But my boyfriend is!"

"Muh-om!" Nashville complained as his parents led him down the steps to the tarmac. "I was almost up to level six!"

"You need to put the game away before it becomes permanently attached to your hand." said Katana.

"Dad?" Nashville looked imploringly at Brooklyn.

"Sorry, Nash, I'm on your mom's side with this one."

"You got kid gargoyles too?" said Vinnie.

"The babies become kids," Angela said with a shrug. "The kids become adults."

"Oh, hey, it's you!" said Brooklyn.

"Um, yeah, it's you too!" said Vinnie, not quite sure if he recognized this gargoyle.

"I'm Brooklyn." he said, shaking his hand. "This is my mate, Katana."

"Konichi-wa." she said.

"Yeah, cone itchy wa yourself."

"And our son, Nashville."

"Yo, call me Nash."

"Hey, Nash." Vinnie shook his hand. "What video game were you playing?"

"/Saga of Aella III: Masters of the Deadly Vengeance/."

"Up to level six? Whoa, the boss on that's a tough one! See, this giant frog is gonna try to eat you while all these salamanders rain down on you. But if you find the magic flute in...."

"Much as I hate to interrupt," said Xanatos. "We'd like to get to Ishimura soon."

"No problem." Vinnie opened the door for everyone.

"Is this the new job you told me about, Vinnie?" asked Goliath as Vinnie started the engine.

"Nah." said Vinnie, steering the limo off the tarmac. "I was gonna work with this dude named Taro."

"Taro?" said Angela. "We met him! He's not a good person to work for."

"Yeah, tell me 'bout it, sister." said Vinnie, veering onto the road. "This Taro guy, says he saw me on the TV, said he liked my style. Then, he tells me there's gargoyles in Ishimura! Can you believe it?"

"Trust, me, we can." said Elisa.

"So, this Taro dude's all mad at the Ishimura gargoyles for some reason of 'nother, didn't bother to ask. He tells me that he wants revenge on 'em and he wants me to do what I did to the Flying Purple People Eater back there."

"I do not fly." Goliath grumbled. "Nor do I eat people."

"But he does like short shorts." Elisa said with a smirk.

"Anywho," said Vinnie. "I told him security wouldn't let me bring Mr. Carter on the plane. So, Taro says he'll pay all expenses to make another one. I decided I'd call this one Kata San. I told Taro that Kata San wouldn't be like Mr. Carter. The parts available in Japan ain't like in America, y'know? The right ammo was harder to find than I thought. Taro said to spare no expense, just use what I could get and he'd pay for it. Paid me a good salary for my time as well.

"Well, soon as Kata San was ready, I took it down to Ishimura just after midnight, walked right up to this group of gargoyles and yelled 'Yo! This is from Taro!' and opened fire. Kata San had an advantage over Mr. Carter- rapid repeat firing. I hosed down every gargoyle I could find with mochi balls!"

"Mochi balls?" Brooklyn said with a quirked eyebrow as Katana giggled behind her fan.

"Yeah, these sweet little doughy things made with rice and bean paste. Splattered everyone good! Got the big green one right between the eyes! Thought Taro would be happy. After all, I just did what he paid me to do. I told him all I did to Goliath was hit him with a banana cream pie, something I had trouble finding in Japan. Shoulda seen the look on Taro's face! I asked him if I shoulda used melon bread instead. He told me to get out of his office. I then suggested that maybe I shoulda used sata andagi instead. Then, I commented that it was a fun word to say, sata andagi. It is fun to say! Sata andagi, sata andagi, sata andagi, sata andagi...."

"Back to the story, please." said Goliath.

"Right." said Vinnie. "Well, I guess Taro don't like sata andagi, cuz he had his security goons toss me out on my kiester! Wouldn't even give me a ticket back to New York! So, I got a job with a limo rental service and here I am! Trying to make rent, groceries and save up for a ticket back home."

"We're attending a wedding in Ishimura on the nineteenth." said Xanatos. "After the wedding, we'll be happy to give you a lift back to New York."

"Gee, you'd do that, Mr. Xanatos?" said Vinnie. "Thanks! You're a lot nicer than people say you are."

"I'll choose to take that as a complement."

"Yeah, good thing 'bout my boss, Sakaki San, he talks English 'bout as good as me, but he don't read it none so good. And it's a good thing, or he'd find out about the time I was charged with drunk driving when I told the cops a little green man with wings wrecked my bike."

"Geeze, I said I was sorry!" said Lex.

"Did they have you take a breathalizer test?" asked Elisa. "Or a blood test?"

"Nah. Didn't even make me walk no straight line or touch my nose while singing the ABC song. My weird story was enough."

"Then, you can't be charged." said Elisa. "Once we get back, I'll see what I can do about getting your record expunged."

"Wow! Cool, thanks!"

"Oh, moon roof!" Staghart opened the moon roof. He stuck his head out and started filming the streets of Tokyo. "Konichi-wa, Tokyo!" he called out, waving at a few people who couldn't help staring at the deer with the video camera passing by in a limo.

"Amp, what are you doing?" asked Lex.

"It's alright!" Staghart told him. "They just think I'm a furry with more money than sense. Konichi-wa, darlings!" A group of goth-lolis waved at him.

"They got a McDonald's in Tokyo?" asked Broadway. "I'm kinda hungry."

"Oh yeah, they got McDonald's" said Vinnie. "It's a bit different from in America. They got green tea flavored milkshakes for one."

"They got quarter-pounders?" asked Broadway.

"Nah, they use the metric system here." said Broadway. "They don't fuck with that shit." Katana smacked him on the back of his head with her fan. "Ow! Watch the hair! I worked really hard on the hair and you hit it!"

"Don't use rude words in front of my son." Katana said simply.

"Muh-om!" Nashville rolled his eyes. "I watch cable. I know what those words mean!"

"What do they have instead of a quarter-pounder?" asked Broadway.

"They got the Ebi Filet-O." said Vinnie. "That's a burger made with shrimp. And they got the Koroke burger, made with mashed potatoes, cabbage and katsu sauce. Then they got the Tamago Double Mac which is a Big Mac with egg on it."

"That sounds good." said Broadway. "I'll have it."

"What, the Tamago Double Mac?"

"Yeah, and the other stuff too."

"Hey, they got a TV back here!" Nashville observed, turning it on. The first thing the TV showed was a man wearing a diaper trying to climb a slippery slope while throwing tennis balls at some panels that were concealing a woman taking a shower. "Wow!" said Nashville. "What some guys go through just to see a pair of boobies!"

Katana smacked her son on the head with her fan and changed the channel. "Do not call them 'boobies'!" she scolded.

"Yeah." said Brooklyn. "If you refer to them at all, you'll use the proper word. Hooters." Katana smacked her mate with her fan.