What I want, what I'm searching for--Fifth dayAnji: Such useless effort. The Futae no Kiwami was the product of ten years of training. To attain it wi...h sheer determination alone will not be easy.Sixth day(Sanosuke's right hand is bleeding; he is exhausted and covered in sweat.)Sanosuke: I still... (sinking to his knees) I still have time before dark... I crushed all the rocks here into gravel. I'll have to go get some... (thinking) Shit. Even if I had time, I don't have the strength... In this. “I know just what you want honky. You wanna fuck my tiny black ass hole and pump it full of your hot cock cream!” “Yeah! You gonna get it bad ho!” The foxy little whore’s hands forced his face down hard on her streaming groin. “I knows it baby! You gonna fuck all of me over and over again and I just loves it cause I’m a hot, filthy fuck ho! Oooooo Jack! Jack! Suck my cunt~! Ooooooo! Ooooooo! Suck my ass! Lick me all over! Eat your nigger bitch bad!” She lunged to meet his slurping. The only victims seem to be men. The smoke drifted and I sighed. I weaned the filter a while longer. It was a good smoke, first in a month. Oh how I missed this feeling. I sucked and the stick lit up, shriveling away. I dropped it to the concrete, stamping it out. The boot kicked the stand and the bike tilted. I sat as it whirred and angrily started up. The helmet lowered and streetlights blared at the empty sky. No stars just a sickly red glow off of the clouds circling overhead. The wind. My eyes were still a bit blurry and I reached up to rub them withmy hands. In doing so, I light scratched a cheek below my eye with anail, thinking I needed to trim them.As my vision began to clarify, I blinked looking forward. In front of mewas a wall coated in the most girly pink color I could imagine. A white,framed poster was centered on the wall with several young boys posing and"One Direction" printed underneath. Looking around, I saw an assortmentof feminine and girly things adorning.