Little Red Riding Ruki

By Lord Tarsisk.

Seien beeinflußt –Be influenced!

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(A/N:

>>>Someone’s POV<<<

Someone’s thoughts

“Someone’s speech…” As if you couldn’t tell that one. Honestly, some people are just plain stupid.

Lessee… Ruki is lying in the snow, with a green stake through the back of her hand, pinning her to the ground. She’s bleeding to death, with Renamon deciding her fate. It’s freezing (5F, -15º) and Renamon’s hungry.

I know that the previous chapter fits more into the ‘R’ category, but this one won’t—NC-17 all the way! Warning: Crossbreeding! Lesbianism! Violence!

BTW: Takato is turning sixteen. Everyone else—unless otherwise mentioned—is also fifteen.)

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>>>Renamon’s POV<<<

I look at Ruki, lying there, in the snow, her hand and her back both bleeding, all at my hand. It is because of me that she lays there, so close to death. It is almost sad, to see such a beautiful creature lying there. Crying there. Almost emotional.

Almost, I remind myself. I jump down from the tree, and watch her heavy breathing; the tears, flowing down her cheeks, remind me that she is mortal, like myself. The storm seems to have died down, and it is near silence around me. Sighing to myself, I bend over her, and pull out the leaf that has turned into a stake. I watch her face wrench up in pain, and then relax.,

Her face… her face is so beautiful. In the end, I rub my nose over her cheek, and breath a burst of cold air onto her face. Nothing. She is cooling down, freezing. I have to do something. My heart begins to speed up. I could lose her, before the fun begins. Before I learn the truth. I take a steadying breath, and lick her face, just once.

Was it just my imagination? Or did Ruki smile, just then? I will have no way of knowing, not until she awakens. Till then, I must tend to her. I stand up, and, bending at the knees, I grab her in my arms, much like a mother would hold a child. She is soaking, and she needs a fire. Luckily, I know of one close by. Her clothes are torn and tattered, merely accentuating her figure, her beauty. She curls around like a feline, rubbing against my chest to get warm. I smile, stand up, and jump into the trees again, vanishing into one of the many snowdrifts.

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>>>Takato’s POV<<<

Hmm. It’s getting late. Almost eight. I wonder where Ruki is. Not that I care. I’m just worried. Yep. Nothing wrong with worrying, right? She’s probably just a little lost, that’s all. Haha.

So why can’t I get her out of my head? Argh! Takato though to himself, rubbing his temples, trying to ignore the pounding music that blared from the speakers, even though it was relatively low.

“Hey, Takato, open this one!” Kenta offered from the other side of the table. Takato shrugged, and picked up the box, meticulously wrapped, as always. Kenta smiled, a large, happy smile. He grinned as Takato unwrapped The Comprehensive Guide to Rayearth and Hikaru.

Takato’s heart dropped like a stone. He already had about three books from the series, two from Kenta. He couldn’t tell why the kid had such an obsession, and why Takato had to as well. Putting a large grin, he thanked Kenta, and set the book aside.

Beside Kenta sat Hirokazu, followed by Jenrya, Ryo, and Juri. They all shared classes at school, and had been friends for quite a while. Ruki had been the oddball of the group. She’d promised to come, but she wasn’t even there.

“Typical ‘Queen Bitch’ behavior,” Kenta mumbled.

“Hey, where is Ruki?” Hirokazu asked.

“No idea,” Kenta replied. “Doesn’t she have a sick Grandmother? Maybe something came up.”

“Hey, that’s it! I’ll call her mother!” Takato said suddenly.

“How would you know their number?” Hirokazu asked with a look of confusion.

Takato shrugged, as he walked over to the phone, and picked up the handset. “Everyone knows Ms. Makino’s cell number,” he answered, while he dialed and waited for someone to pick up one the other end.

“Moshi Moshi? Makino here.” She sounded frantic, causing Takato to frown. Of course, she was often frantic, but this was different.

“Hi. Is Ruki there?”

“…No, I’m afraid I don’t know where she is.”

Takato’s heart sunk even lower. Now he began to feel frantic.

“Is this Takato?” Makino asked.

“Yes, that’s me. She was supposed to come to my party.”

“She’s not there yet? That was my only idea. I think… something might have happened to her.”

“Do you know where she could be, or where she’d just been, when you talked to her last?”

“She was at the intersection of Mitshu and Dojn. Can you try and find her? I’m stuck here at the hospital. I know it’s a lot to ask, but—”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get right on it. I’ll find her. Can I reach you on your cell?”

“Sure. Thanks a lot.”

Ms. Makino hung up. Takato did the same, and cleared his throat. “Uhh, guys, I have to go—Ruki’s missing, apparently.”

“YOU have to go? What about us?” Juri asked. The others nodded.

“Well… I suppose you could help me look. This wasn’t the idea of a good birthday.”

Jenrya shrugged. “This probably isn’t her idea of a birthday party, if she’s lost or hurt.”

The others nodded.

“We have to at least try to find her,” Ryo offered. “This could be serious. She could be hurt.”

Takato sweat dropped. “Okay: if it’s alright with you guys, we go looking for her.”

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>>>Ruki’s POV<<<

So… cold… So… painful… Oh, it hurts…

Ruki awoke to a stinging pain in her hand. She looked at it, and clamped her other hand around her mouth, partly to keep from screaming, partly to keep from throwing up. The hand was scabbing up, but there was still large slit in the back. She could see right through it. The pain reared its ugly head, and she jerked her arm up. It would be impossible to move her wrist, or even feel anything from her index, middle, or ring fingers. Worst-case—and probably the only case—it would have to be amputated.

Ruki’s arm rubbed against something soft and furry. She looked, and saw to her surprise that a large, wolf-like, yellow and white creature was carrying her. Her legs were dangling off to the side, and her head was resting on the animal’s arm. They were swaying up and down, and moving at a tremendous speed. Even so, the creature’s upper body was barely moving, save for the breaths. Knowing that she shouldn’t scream, Ruki shut her mouth closed, hopeful that whomever it was hadn’t noticed.

“Just be silent, my dear. You will feel better soon.”

Apparently, it had. Ruki blinked.

“Wh—where am I? Who are you?”

“Just be silent, Ruki,” the voice repeated.

“And how do you know my name?” She squirmed around in her hold to face the creature. All she could see was the underside of her pointed head. The creature had a puff of white fur on her chest; her nose was black like a dog’s, or a wolf’s; and, strangely enough, Ruki could only feel three clawed fingers grasping her on each hand.

No answer. Ruki sighed, “Who are you?”

The creature stopped, and panted. Ruki looked around, but kept her gaze on the creature’s head’s underside. They were in a tree, which didn’t look like it would support much more weight.

“That… is a question I had hoped you would be able to answer, Ruki,” the creature lied. She knew full well what her name was, though she didn’t know anything else. “Don’t worry right now. You are weak, and you need your rest.”

Ruki, however, didn’t want to rest. She could, however, have done without the pain in her back and wrist. She clenched her eyes shut. “How did you find me?”

The creature stopped panting, and paused. “You were lying there, in the snow, bleeding, weeping. I had to do something, but if we don’t hurry, all my effort might have been in vain. Please, just rest now. You’ve lost a lot of blood.”

Ruki looked up once more at the upturned head. “Why won’t you look at me?”

“Because to look at me is to look at a murderer…” came the cryptic response, as the fox-wolf animal started running again, blurring the surroundings. Unable to keep her eyes open a second longer, Ruki smiled, hugged up against the warm body that held her, and fell asleep.

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Takato paused, trying to zip his coat up further. It was freezing. He exhaled, and watched his breath condense in front of his eyes. All they’d manage to find was a box, which had turned out to be Takato’s birthday present from Ruki. He was sure she was at least nearby.

The sixteen year-old rubbed his sides. “You see anything?”

The others shook their heads. They were at the corner of Mitshu and Dojn, but they could find nothing. Takato sighed, and turned to walk away, gesturing for the others to follow.

“Hold on,” Ryo exclaimed from a little ways down the street. “Takato, come here!”

Takato turned, feeling his heart leap. Anything, something important, he prayed. He ran up to Ryo, and stared.

Hovering in the air was a tiny little… something. It looked like a floating disc, suspended sideways in the air, about waist-height from the ground. Takato bent over to look at it, as the others rushed to join them.

Takato looked at the disc, then at it’s side, then from behind. Something didn’t add up. When he examined it closer, he could see… depth? The object was flat, but inside of it, there was depth. Tentatively, he inserted a finger, then another, and pulled. All at once, the hole opened up wider, large enough to fit an auto.

“Wow.” Kenta muttered. “It’s a bloody blizzard in there.”

“Looks like a portal…” Hirokazu said in awe.

“Don’t be stupid. There’s no such thing as a portal,” Takato muttered, though even he had to admit it looked something like a gate.

“Suppose she went in there?” Juri asked.

“I guess we’ll just have to see. It seems weird, to be worried about Ruki. She never was very… important to me, I admit. Hmm.” A slight pause; Takato lowered his head in admission.

“Hey, it’s not your fault,” Kenta said, sliding up to Takato. “You weren’t watching her, and you had zero control over her. This might be entirely her fault, you know.”

“And,” Hirokazu interjected, “now you can go and save her and be the hero.”

Takato nodded. “Come on. Even if she isn’t here, it’ll be cool to look around. This could be some sort of scientific find, or something.”

The others nodded, and followed Takato as he stepped into the unknown, pulling up their scarves and trying to zip their coats up further.

This is not how I imagined spending my sixteenth birthday.

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>>>Renamon’s POV<<<

I don’t know what is wrong with me. I had started out with the intention of killing Ruki… but now, I stand here, with her in my arms, and I’m nursing her back to health. It shows how even the hardiest of plans had be ruined by emotions and sentimental attachment. The many months of waiting have made me weak, I admit.

That, fortunately, is one mistake I can rectify quickly. All it would take to return to my former stoic state is to open my arms and… drop her… My eyes turn from cobalt-gray to blood red, glowing slightly… I know what it means…

Just drop her…

Leave her lying in the snow, suffocating in her own blood. Her hand would never heal. Her cell would never ring again. Her grandmother would never see her beautiful smile again.

Just drop her.

Drop her!

But I can’t. She means too much. It wouldn’t be too hard, to help her. Save her. Love her. She would thank me, and never know the truth. That is how it must be. Never knowing what I had once wanted to do. What I still want to do. My eyes fade slowly from red to cobalt-gray once more, but the pressure remains.

Do it! Then you can forget and never return. Your soul would be peaceful again, and you could go on living your life-

Alone, without Ruki, you mean. I decide to keep running, and soon I reach my destination: an abandoned cabin from long ago: my home, for now. I stop running, careful to keep Ruki asleep, and hop down from the trees. The door hinge squeaks and squeals as I enter. Lying Ruki down on the bed, I peel off her wet, strange clothing, openly admiring the view before me. Strangely enough, we are quite similar in anatomy, if not identical. Her breasts are certainly larger than mine, but her sex is the most obvious spot, not as hidden, surrounded on three sides by the same shade of cherry-blonde hair—

Flash

Our mounds rub together, as she sits on my lap, our mouths together, my tongue darting wildly with hers. Her hands drive the white-hot nerves crazy on my chest, as she rubs the furred breasts. Her feeling elicits moans from me, as I begin to feel a certain pressure building. Our bodies are sweaty, and my fur begins to cling to her skin, her soft, supple skin. My hands roam her body, stopping over her sacred treasure before a moan incites me to continue. I press a clawed finger in, stroking the inner walls of her pussy, rubbing her clitoris.

Catching on, she brings her own right hand down to my sex and rubs it, pushes in, and feels around, making me gasp. Sitting—bouncing—with her bum on my lap, she moans into my mouth, screams into my mouth, and her body spasms, acknowledging that she has come all over my own crotch—I can feel it—and it sends me over, as well, mixing my own juices with hers; our hands are wet with each other’s cum—

Flash

—This is why they wear clothing, I guess, as I pull the blanket over her, feeling a slight tingle between my legs.

The fire crackles and sputters, shaking me from my arousal: the wood is slightly damp. But the shelter will suffice while she regains consciousness. I hope that she will not be frightened, and run, though she will not get far, weak as she is. It is doubtful she will even awaken today. I just hope that she does awaken in the end.

The slit in her hand is hideous to look at. And it is my—MY—fault entirely. She might never use that hand again, unless her doctors can fix it. Unlikely.

I set her down on the cot and return to the fire, adding another log that I hope is dry enough. It is fortunate that I stumbled upon this cabin a while back. It would do well. Some chairs, a table, and a fireplace—the real benefit.

My fault. She is there because of me. The thought is haunting me now, a specter in my mind. To kill her now would make it worse, no doubt. But it would soften over time. Time heals all, except for the scar on my cheek, or the slit in the hand.

“Uhh…”

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>>>Ruki’s POV<<<

“Where am I?”

Ruki awoke slowly, rubbing her eyes. Pain spasmed through her left hand, and she shrieked, realizing that her hand was badly injured, and that it hadn’t all been a dream. Oh yes, the pain was very real. After a while of not moving her arm, the pain subsided slightly, her breathing became more regular, as did her heartbeat. She unclenched her teeth, and opened her eyes again.

“Wha- I… Where’s…” She struggled, but couldn’t form a complete sentence: her mind was so very sluggish.

“Shh… You shouldn’t be awake yet, Ruki. You need your sleep.”

“Oh, ya, you.” She tried to sit up, but found that she couldn’t without moving her arm and causing extreme pain that, every moment she experienced it, risked ending her consciousness. She swatted a strand of cherry-blond hair from her face. She was sweaty and tired, but she didn’t care. Ruki looked under her covers.

“Why am I naked?!” she cried out. The fox closed her eyes.

“Your clothing was soaked, thoroughly. If you didn’t get out of them and under some blankets, you would die of pneumonia.” Renamon pointed to the clothing hanging over the fire pit, drying but not burning.

Ruki nodded, still slightly unsure about the creature touching her, violating her in her sleep.

“Don’t worry. I was very gentle and quick about it.” Even though I fantasize about you most every day, Ruki. You’ve helped me through many sleepless nights, Renamon though lavishly.

“Who are you? I mean—if you don’t know your name, then what do you know about yourself?” Ruki asked through gritted teeth, slowly pressing increasing pressure on her hand to help it heal. The animal walked up to her.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Renamon lied. “Show me the hand.”

“Huh?” She let go of her lame hand, totally immobile, and looked at it. Tears welled up in her eyes when she looked at the end of her hand’s life. “What do y-you want to do to it?”

“Shh. I’m just going to wash it,” the fox said, standing over Ruki, obscuring again her face. “This will hurt; bite down on this.”

She handed Ruki a handle from a broom from the closet. Ruki placed it in her mouth. The fox tentatively pressed the warm washcloth from the kettle on her hand, carefully rubbing it clean. She watched Ruki’s face wrench up in pain, as she bit down, hard, on the broom handle.

Seeing Ruki shake as she washed the hand was oddly… satisfying… for Renamon. She shook her head, and tried to pay more attention to her task at hand. She finished wiping off the dirt and scab from the wound, poured some warm water over it, and set it back down. Ruki relaxed a little, but she still felt a bit unnerved.

“Th-thanks, uhh…”

“Call me whatever you wish, I don’t really care.” Which wasn’t a lie at all.

“How about… ‘Rezu?’”

“Fine.” ‘Rezu’ shrugged and sat down, burying her face in her three-clawed hands, and began rubbing her temples.

Ruki sat up; using her right hand to hold the blankets up over her chest she let her lame hand lay down as it pleased. “Do you have a headache?”

Renamon’s eyes began to glow. She closed them, to hide from Ruki, and rubbed her temples harder.

Do it… Now!

“Rezu? I… Uhh… what? …”

Ruki’s thoughts began to grow sluggish. Though her thoughts were slow, someone else’s thoughts were alert and ready:

>>>DarkRenamon’s POV<<<

Listen to me… You will do as I please… Ruki, do you understand me?

“…Yes…”

Then release yourself to me…

“…Yes…”

Ruki dropped her blankets, which lay around her waist. ‘Rezu’ stood up, and walked over to Ruki, bouncing her hips in a seductive manner. Her sanity faltered to the more animalistic instincts she harbored, and she didn’t care. All she knew was that Ruki would be hers.

Renamon gingerly put a hand on Ruki’s left cheek, and Ruki did the same, stroking the wound on her cheek. “You were hurt?” Ruki murmured.

Renamon nodded, before looking Ruki straight in the eyes and lowering her mouth to the other and kissed Ruki. It was a moment before Ruki opened her mouth to allow access, but when she did, Renamon was more than ready, and their tongues felt began to massage each other. Ruki’s hands traveled down Renamon’s chest, whom climbed on to the bed, carefully keeping contact with Ruki’s mouth.

Ruki felt Renamon’s breasts, small but noticeable. Renamon felt wave upon wave of pleasure flowing through her body, not spectacular, but pleasurable. She broke the kiss to trail her wet nose down Ruki’s neck, licking her shoulder, then moved to her breasts. Renamon stared licking the nipple, nibbled it a bit, while her paw slowly, cautiously pulled the blanket out from between them. She didn’t ask: Ruki wouldn’t have said no.

Ruki lay on her back with her left hand hanging limp over the side. With the blanket—her only clothing—shed, Renamon leaned in and rubbed her nose across Ruki’s opening, feeling the shaking muscles oddly arousing.

Renamon drew a deep, scented breath, loving the smell of Ruki’s sex, and responded with a jet of cool air that sent Ruki soaring to new heights of pleasure. No longer needing the direct mind-link with her captive, Renamon began focusing on keeping her submissive in a more fun way. Renamon’s tongue reached, tentatively at first, and tasted Ruki’s cunt, liking the feeling that Ruki’s spasming muscles were sending across Renamon’s face. As if sharing pure distilled pleasure, Renamon felt hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter, as Ruki did. Her tongue lashed out against Ruki’s hot, throbbing cunt.

Renamon looked up at Ruki, as her tongue worked on autopilot. Ruki’s back was twisting, arching, unconsciously trying to either further or bleed off excess pleasure as she grasped the bed sheets as best she could with her left hand, digging the palm into the bed sheet to keep an anchor on reality. Her right hand, however, was busy massaging her breasts, tickling her nipples, as her thighs unconsciously rubbed and shook against the back of Renamon’s skull. Renamon kept her front paws on the bed, clenching the sheets for support.

She dug her tongue in further, feeling Ruki’s cunt become more and more erratic in its pulsing. A sudden jerk; Ruki pushed her back off the bed and grasped the sheets, staring at the wall behind her. Her cunt shook, and tried to hold Renamon’s snout in as she came, the spasming muscles sending pleasure down Renamon’s face, making her wetter and wetter. Renamon, having long since sensed her upcoming orgasm, was more than ready, slurping up the juices as they swamped her face.

Renamon climber further up Ruki, leaving kisses along her body. Ruki, still dazed from her previous orgasm, wasn’t in any position to argue, as Renamon licked between her breasts, then covered every single inch of her chest in saliva-coated kisses.

As she climbed, Renamon was careful to keep her right leg over Ruki’s left leg. Renamon’s foot held it firmly in place. At the same time, she pushed her left leg underneath Ruki’s right, bringing her knee up to Renamon’s waist, locking Ruki in a spread eagle position.

Renamon pushed her crotch towards Ruki’s, their mounds touching, rubbing, as Renamon moved up and down across the opening of Ruki’s cunt. While she did, Ruki felt their mouths connect again. She looked into Renamon’s eyes.

They were blood red. As Renamon’s right paw attacked Ruki’s breasts, intermittent flashes of reality caught her attention. But they made no sense.

Renamon looked at her, breaking the kiss, and smiled a feral grin. She didn’t try to regain control; a little pain would make it all the more fun. Instead she laughed, and Ruki trembled, realizing the truth. Though Renamon continued to massage Ruki’s mound with her own, Ruki was unable to move. All she could do was move her arms—and with her left hand all but useless, it wasn’t much.

Ruki stared as the fur on Renamon’s back faded to a pale black color.

“Ruki?” Renamon panted. She seemed unable to support herself, but Ruki guessed otherwise.

“Y- yes?” Ruki’s voice trembled, her strength to resist faltered, and a sense of doom set in.

“Bring me to orgasm, and I might let you live. Bring yourself to orgasm… and I might let you leave.”

Ruki nodded, crying, and looked around for something, anything. Over the left side of the bed was the small, foot-long piece of wooden doweling she’d needed earlier. A thought: if they shared it, shoved it, used it like a double-dildo—she shuddered. She twisted around, naked, sweaty, pinned from the waist down; with her right hand, she reached down and picked up the wooden rod and handed it to Renamon, shaking.

Renamon took the wood, and without hesitation aimed it over Ruki’s virgin pussy. Ruki winced, but even that wasn’t enough to stop the extremely painful surge through her head as Renamon rammed the wooden rod through her hymen. Her cunt was wet, but it still hurt. She screamed, digging her nails into the bedspread.

Renamon then lowered herself onto the rod, sliding effortlessly and painlessly over the bridge between them. She paused, catching her breath.

Ruki twisted around on the bed to avoid the piercing gaze from Renamon’s cold, red eyes. Renamon pulled out slowly, and Ruki was offered but a moment of relief before she slammed back in, forcing the blunt end of the wooden doweling in further, scratching her walls.

Ruki couldn’t take it, she’d rather die—so with every last ounce of strength she raised her right arm and slapped ‘Rezu’—hard—across the cheek.

Renamon stopped at the peak of a thrust. She snarled, and clamped a purple-gloved hand down across Ruki’s mouth, just within her field of view—

A flash of purple in the tree…

—Ruki gasped from within the glove. “You!” cried, as Renamon let go and continued thrusting. Ruki wrenched her face in pain, as the wood transmitted force, pleasure, and pain, like a bridge. A sob broke out—

THRUST

—and another—

THRUST

—and Ruki started wailing from the pain. Dribbles of blood were forcing their way out from her vice as the pain grew and grew. Ruki twisted around, facing the side, and screamed as she put weight on her lame hand. Somehow, she didn’t just give in and faint right there. Renamon, supporting herself with one hand, brought the other down to their pussies and stroked Ruki’s outer lips, rubbing her paw across her cherry-blonde hair surrounding her red, raw cunt.

Renamon, her quiet, sane side tamed for good, could finally allow herself to enjoy this, to take pleasure from pain, as the wood forced it’s way up her cunt.

In, out. In, out. IN! OUT. IN! OUT—

Renamon felt her pussy begin to squeeze the life out of the artificial cock. She could still hold on, but she could feel it coming, Renamon realized as she pulled Ruki up and into a kiss.

Ruki bit down hard on Renamon’s tongue, cutting but not biting off any tongue, causing a trickle of blood and a slash across Ruki’s chest, which caused more cuts and, soon, more bruises. Renamon snarled, and spit out a wad of blood in her face. She let Ruki’s head go, and Ruki twisted away, avoiding the piercing gaze from the red eyes. She started crying again, feeling good things from her pussy which otherwise was red and raw. Pain or no pain, Ruki knew that her cunt had a mind of it’s own.

Ruki’s hips buckled. Her back twisted. Her hands grabbed the sheets as best they could, and for a brief moment that could’ve lasted an eternity, she felt extreme pleasure, not extreme pain. The world flashed white as she orgasmed, spilling her juices all over the sheets and the wooden dowel. She gasped, cried, and continued sobbing as Renamon, conscious of her cumming, continued thrusting, enjoying the spasms beneath her as her hips bounced on Ruki’s again and again, rubbing together and massaging each other. Her eyes shut tight in concentration; she came as well, more than Ruki, more pleasure than Ruki could’ve ever hoped for. She shook up and down the wooden pole, cumming all over Ruki’s lower body, from her waist to her knees. A few final bucks and thrusts, then she stopped, resting.

Renamon listened to Ruki’s silent whimpers of pain and suffering, their legs still locked together. She listened to Ruki’s softening cries: cries of pain; cries for help; cries of embarrassment, torment, anguish, failure, fear hatred; cries, all around.

“Cry all you want Ruki: we’re the only creatures for miles.” And your cries only excite me, fanning the embers of pleasure into flames of torture…

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Is this the end for Ruki? Will Takato come and save her? Will Takato ever get his birthday present? Does peanut butter really go well with bananas? How will you know, unless you tune in next time?  Until then, review, enjoy, and Be Influenced!

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