Mikazuki slowly walks out into the streets. In one hand he carries a small wooden stool, and in the other a large brown leather book. He sets the stool down and has a seat. Placing the book in his lap, he looks around seeing a small crowd gather before him out of curiosity. He then lifts the book slightly and begins to open it, exposing the golden letters on it's cover, 'Wrath of Mikazuki'. He clears his throat and begins to read from the book to the crowd.

"A young man exits his house on a cold fall evening to find an enclosed letter placed at his doorstep. It has his name written on the front of the envelope 'Brandon Heat'. He picks it up and filled with wonder he opens it. The letter is written in an effeminate handwriting, with a hint of perfume familiar to him. As he reads the letter he quickly realizes it is a plea for help. This woman needed Brandon to accomplish a task for her. It would be no easy feat. 

Our young hero did not hesitate, he headed directly to her aid. Finding himself in a pub filled with the hardest of men, he found his target. A man described in the letter to be a thief. This man stole her cherished jewels, and she needed them back in a hurry. Brandon approaches the man and made his demands known. The man immediately laughs at the boy and shakes his head. 'I'll give you these jewels boy, but only if you can outmatch me. Show me that in some way you can best me. Then and only then will I surrender her jewels."

Not one to back down from a challenge Brandon punched the man in the face, the man was unscathed. He quickly returned the punch, rendering our hero Brandon unconscious on the ground. Minutes passed before our dear Brandon returned to his feet. Dazed, he undid his belt and dropped his pants. The crowd in the pub burst into laughter as the larger man did the same. With a frown, Brandon quickly pulled his pants back on and stood in thought waiting for the laughter to subside.

He then grinned, he knew how to best this hung ox of a man. He wrote down his name on a piece of paper to the best of his ability. It read, 'HandonBeat'. The large man was confused, and Brandon told the man that if he could read the name on the paper, Brandon would leave. The man looked at the name in pure defeat, as he could not read. He pulled the jewels from his coat pocket and handed them to the young hero. With his victory in hand Brandon made his way to the lady's home.

The front door was unlocked. He grinned and entered with jewels in hand. As he made his way up the stairs towards her bedroom, he began to hear the sounds of muffled moans. He panicked and rushed hoping that she was not in danger. He made it to her door, which was cracked. He peered inside and spotted his beloved damsel in distress being plowed in the prone position by the very man who had taken her jewels. Brandon stood there in defeat, 'She should be more thankful to him!', he thought to himself. Looking down at the jewels he realize it wasn't jewels at all. He was holding her anal beads. He peered through one last time to see the man wink at our hero before he left and returned home. Perhaps tomorrow would be a better day, for HandOnBeat."

Mikazuki then stood up, gathered his book and stool and left just as suddenly as he had appeared.

after listening to the story, Brandon chuckles softly.

Well, That was quite the read Mikazuki, and I would be much more impressed by the satire of it, if only, it was not the truth, well, except for one part. He was not hung like an ox, it was more like 3 combined into one. I will never forget the sight.

Brandon shivers in fear before walking off and trying to forget this entire thing, ALL OVER AGAIN