R.O.D. Read or Die `A New Chapter�f 
by Sailor Nemesis 
WARNING: This story contains MAJOR SPOILERS.  I highly recommend you see all 3 ROD (Read or Die) OVAs before your read this.  If not you are missing a great anime and you will not really appreciate this anyway. 
Well, I felt a strong need to write this story.  I loved this little series but was very unhappy with the end.  This story happens a few weeks after episode 3.  I have not read the manga and know nothing about it so please don�ft yell at me over any inconsistencies.  These characters are not mine.  Some anime studio owns them.  This may be considered a `parody�f for legal purposes. 

This story contains graphic sex and lots of ROMANCE.  If either of these bothers you or you are forbidden to read about them due to age or anything else then please go away.  Otherwise please enjoy. 

The small apartment at the top of a non-descript building in Tokyo was dark and nearly silent.  The only light came from a single electric bulb that vainly sought to illuminate the myriad shadowy corners of the dwelling, formed by the dozens of  shelves and stacks of books belonging to it�fs owner.  The main room was filled with such an assortment of books and periodicals that it resembled the store room of a large library; assuming that storeroom had not been cleaned out for many years and that the library had many generous sponsors.  Most of the books where old, many where rare and some were the sort you might find at any super-market.  The person who lived there loved to read.  It was from her that the only soft sound in the apartment came.  The faint sound of crying that has gone on for a long time. 
 Yomiko Readman lay on her back across the bed she shared with several small stacks of books.  The scent of their pages added to the melange of paper smells in the room that had comforted the young woman all her life.  They brought her little comfort any more.  Yomiko Readman was a metahuman agent in the service of the Library Special Forces, charged with protecting humankind from paranormal threats beyond the scope of normal law enforcement.  Acting under her alias as `The Paper�f, she could animate and magnify the strength of her namesake and was the strongest agent in the LSF�fs arsenal.  A few weeks that seemed more like years to her ago, she had helped save the entire world from a madman bent on the destruction of most of the human race.  But she could never have done it alone.  She had only succeeded because of her partner.  Nancy Makuhari.  Miss Deep.  Mata hari.  The enemy�fs spy.  Nancy-san.  Now Nancy-san was dead. 
 Yomiko turned onto her side, her long black hair falling across her face like a shroud.  The tears coursed slowly down her cheeks, across her nose and fell onto the pillow, joining the stains left behind by the tears of this morning.  Yomiko�fs stomach growled but she did not notice her hunger.  Even at the best of times she would neglect eating and bathing, so absorbed was she in her world of books.  Reading filled her life.  It gave her pleasure, purpose and joy.  These days she could barely read for half an hour at a time and most every book reminded her somehow of Nancy. 
 `Why did Nancy-san die?�f she wondered for the hundredth time that day.  Why?  But in her heart Yomiko knew the answer.  Nancy had once told her it was better to have a great love without a  future then a common love with one.  Yomiko herself had agreed, though she never got to tell the real Nancy that.  She was glad it was Nancy-san�fs clone sister and not her friend that she had given her answer to.  Not that it would have mattered, but if she had then in some small way Yomiko would have felt that maybe she had helped Nancy decide to...to...to die.  The pain tore through her all over again.  The rocket.  Nancy-san�fs sweet smile.  Yomiko telling her to hold on tight.  To not let go no matter... 
`RING�f 
The sound of the doorbell cut across Yomiko�fs ears with unnatural force.  She pressed her face into the pillow, determined to ignore it. 
`RING�f 
Again the sound accosted her.  She just wanted it to go away.  At least in her memories she could still see Nancy-san�fs face.  It was all she had left now.  She had long since taken her phone off the hook.  Only Joker-san called her from time to time, asking after her health.  The calls where too painful and after the first week she stopped answering.  She had just stayed home, trying to hide from the world, from life... 
`RING�f 
Now this doorbell would not stop.  With a painful sigh, Yomiko pushed herself up onto her hands and knees.  She stepped down off the bed, scattering books everywhere.  It seemed she would have to answer it.  She was tired of crying now, for maybe the next hour or two.  She might as well answer it and send Joker-san or who-ever it was on their way. 
 Yomiko walked slowly across the room, unaware of the books she scattered in her wake.  The bell continued to ring every ten to fifteen seconds.  Yomiko Readman reached her door and turned the latch.  Not realizing it had already been unlocked since the last time she entered, she proceeded to reach for the knob and opened the door. 
 She looked up through misty eyes at the person on the far side.  She looked and stared.  And went on staring.  Her eyes widened and her breath caught painfully in her throat.  �gN, Nancy...san�h she whispered.  Then she fainted. 

 Nearly an hour had passed since Yomiko Readman alias `The Paper�f had answered the door and found her dead friend Nancy Makuhari alias `Miss Deep�f outside her apartment.  Nancy was presently sitting on the edge of Yomiko�fs bed, looking down at the younger woman who lay asleep upon it.  Nancy was a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties, her skin very pale, almost white.  Her wavey hair was a rich, royal blue and her eyes a pale brown.  Her full lips where drawn into a soft, bemused smile as she gazed down at Yomiko.  A few years younger then herself, Yomiko was slender though she hid many generous curves under her modest clothing.  Modesty had never been a trait of Nancy, whose full breasts where only barely contained by the skin-tight black bodysuit she wore.  She felt good just watching Yomiko sleep.  Her friend�fs long black hair lay beneath and around her like a mantle.  The warm, somewhat sleepy blue eyes that Nancy remembered so well where closed in slumber, covered by the large glasses Yomiko always wore, even in bed.  She suspected it was the first time Yomiko had slept well since they last...parted. 
 The thought brought a stab of pain to Nancy�fs heart.  She had been prepared to die with the man she loved.  The man she had killed.  She had been ready to kill for him.  Even to die.  But when he chose to kill Yomiko...Somehow Nancy could not allow that.  The man she had loved, who had created her from the genes of an exceptional, long-dead woman and given her the meta-ability to phase through solid matter at will as well as a false life to play so she could further his genocidal plans.  That man who betrayed her and tried to murder her.  But none of that mattered.  Not herself.  Not the world.  It was for Yomiko alone that Mata-Hari had turned double agent for the last time and slain the man who was once her reason for living.  With him gone, death seemed the only choice for her.  And yet something had pulled her back.  As the rocket she rode with his corpse climbed towards the icy depths of space, some inner...feeling had called out to her, tugging at her heart. 
 She looked back up at Yomiko�fs peaceful face.  `So beautiful and kind�f, she thought.  Almost unconsciously, Nancy reached out and gathered up a locke of Yomiko�fs hair.  With the dexterous fingers of a single hand she began to twine it into a braid along one side of Yomiko�fs face. 
 �gNancy-san?�h 
 The soft words, a questing inquiry brought Nancy�fs fingers to a halt.  She looked into Yomiko�fs eyes, suddenly unable to think of a word. 
 �gNancy-san!�h Yomiko exclaimed and sat up wrapping her arms tightly around Nancy�fs neck.  She clung to her, softly sobbing.  �gNancy-san...Miss Deep...�h over and over she repeated, squeezing tightly until Nancy hugged her back. 
 �gIts okay `The Paper�f.  I�fm here.�h she murmured softly.  Then after a few moments �gRemember, you wanted to call me Nancy-san.�h 
 �gHai�h (Yes), Yomiko said, her favorite affirmation.  She released her grip and just looked at Nancy for nearly a minute.  Nancy smiled back at her, a little more openly then she had when Yomiko was asleep.  Somehow the girl always seemed to make her do that. 
 �gNancy-san, how did you...�hshe swallowed.  �gWhat happened?�h 
 Now it was Nancy�fs turn to pause.  She had rehearsed this part in her head many times.  Just now she could not recall how the speech was supposed to go but she began anyway. 
 �gI was on the rocket.  I watched you go...�hshe paused at the look of pain in Yomiko�fs eyes, the betrayal.    �gI sat down, and waited.  The air started to get thin and then...�h she paused.  And then...what?  Suddenly it came to her.  In a way it had not come before.  Different from what she rehearsed.  She finally remembered.  She remembered as she looked into Yomiko�fs eyes.  There, on the rocket, as she was waiting to die.  She suddenly felt like her heart was falling.  As her body rode to it�fs death, her heart was falling away from her with this innocent girl whose hand she had let go of.  It was in that very moment that she realized she wanted that heart.  She wanted that girl.  So she dove through the floor. 
 Her molecules slipping effortlessly between those of the ship she dove down thorough hundreds of feet of metal and out into the atmosphere that screamed past around her.  As she left the doomed ship she bid a final farewell to the man she had once loved, though in truth he had died long before that day she reached into his chest and crushed his heart. 
 Nancy hit the atmosphere at terminal velocity and fell like a star.  Down and down she fell toward the vast deep of the Pacific.  The fall did not concern her, nor the landing.  She just hoped that she could shed enough velocity quickly enough once she hit the water to slow her fall sufficiently so that she would have enough air to swim to the surface once she stopped sinking.  What an irony it would be to survive a fall from the upper atmosphere only to drown in the sea. 
 But Nancy was determined to survive.  She had to live so she could she Yomiko again.  She wanted to see Yomiko smile again.  To erase the pain in her eyes when she let go her love�fs hand.  Love?  Yes.  She loved Yomiko Readman. 
 �gI love you, Yomiko.�h 
 �gEh?�h was Yomiko�fs response.  �gYou...love?  Me?�h 
 �gYes�h Nancy replied.  �gI love you.  That�fs what happened.  That�fs how I survived.  I was going to die...with him.  But then I realized he wasn�ft my great love.  But even more I realized that my great love could have a future.  So I flew, Yomiko.  I flew after you.  What happened after isn�ft important.  What is important is that I love you and I�fm here now and I hope very much to stay with you.  If you want me to.�h 
 Yomiko Readman stared at Nancy Makuhari.  Her eyes began to fill with tears but these where new and different tears.  Her heart pounded in her chest and still all she could do was stare.  She wanted to move but her limbs seemed frozen.  �gNancy-san...I...I love you back!�h she declared with some force. 
 Nancy smiled, more freely then ever.  But it was only a dim reflection of the fire in her heart.  �gYomiko�h she smiled, leaning forward �gmay I kiss you, dear?�h 
 Yomiko gaped slightly, red circles forming on her cheeks.  �gH,hai!�h she managed. 
 Nancy leaned forward and brought her lips to Yomiko�fs.  For the first time she tasted her sweet breath.  The kiss was warm, electric.  Both girls felt the hair on their necks rise.  Nancy gently kissed Yomiko and then brought her hand around her love�fs head, pulling her in tighter.  She kissed Yomiko more deeply, caressing her mouth with growing passion and then slipping her tongue between Yomiko�fs lips. 
 The Paper gasped at the contact, her lips parting to admit Nancy�fs tongue.  She whimpered in needy pleasure as Nancy kissed her with increasing boldness, her agile tongue exploring the contours of Yomiko�fs mouth.  When the contact finally ended, Yomiko was blushing more then ever. 
 She looked up with wonder as Nancy lay her gently on her back, scattering the few books which had remained on the bed.  Nancy smiled down at Yomiko�fs innocent, young face.  `She looks at me with such trust, even after all we�fve been thorough.  How could I have ever tried to leave her?�f she admonished herself.  `I swear, I never will again�f.  With that she kissed Yomiko once more, feeling as though her essence was melting into the younger woman with that simple contact. 
 Yomiko gently panted as Nancy kissed her again.  Her head was spinning, her heart was pounding.  She had never experienced anything like this before.  It was frightening and she never wanted it to stop.  Was this the `rapture of love�f she had read so many times about?  Nancy had once told her `it is better to experience love then to read about it�f.  For the first time, Yomiko understood that was true. 
 Nancy paused in her kiss and propped herself up on one elbow.  She laid her other hand atop Yomiko�fs breast and looked into her love�fs eyes.  Yomiko looked a little surprised and very shy, but after a moment she blushed and smiled encouragingly.  Nancy purred happily and began to undo the buttons on Yomiko�fs blouse.  She watched as `The Paper�fs �e creamy pink breasts came into view.  Yomiko�fs breasts where quite large when revealed, a very pale pink, almost white from so little exposure to the sun.  She had not thought to wear a bra in days and as more of her pale mounds came into view her large pink nipples where soon revealed.  The crinkled nubs stood out in clear excitement from her large, slightly darker aureoles. 
 The red circles on Yomiko Readman�fs face expanded and darkened as Nancy took in the beauty of her exposed breasts.  After gazing at them for a several long moments, Nancy lifted Yomiko�fs arms and carefully slipped her blouse off.  Her arms where slender and delicate with the barest hint of muscle.  They ended in long, graceful fingers with untrimmed nails.  Her armpits were cloaked in tufts of black hair.  Nancy smiled.  It was not as though Yomiko would ever take the time to shave herself there.  Nancy leaned forward and pressed her face into Yomiko�fs arm just where the bicep began.  She inhaled the warm, slightly sharp fragrance of her lover�fs armpit.  Yomiko�fs scent was musky, a bit sharp and delightful in Nancy�fs nose.  She could tell Yomiko had not showered for a day or two; the girl was always so forgetful.  She needed to be reminded about things like eating and sleeping.  Nancy prayed she would have many chances to remind her love.  She extended her tongue and caressed the exposed surface of Yomiko�fs arm, relishing the warm, salty flavor.  She licked down and around Yomiko�fs armpit, then pressed her nose into the furry patch there.  She heard Yomiko moan into her ear as she nuzzled the girl�fs armpit and licked at the fresh sweat starting to gather there.  Nancy emersed herself in Yomiko�fs smell and taste for several minutes, taking her time until she was satisfied before sliding her lips down the slight muscles in Yomiko�fs chest to the pillowy mound of her breast. 
 Yomiko was panting with excitement, weakly clutching at Nancy�fs head and back as her friend, her lover licked and sniffed at her exposed skin.  She was so tense with pleasure she thought she might die or explode.  Her heart was pounding with excitement and fear.  She had never done anything like this before.  Never felt anything beyond a simple kiss and it was nothing like the way Nancy had kissed her.  Suddenly she gasped loudly and screamed as Nancy found her exposed nipple. 
 Nancy had been exploring Yomiko�fs full bosom for some time, licking and caressing the soft flesh with her tongue and lips.  Then she finally took a long, hard nipple in her mouth and sucked.  She squeezed the hot flesh between her lips and rubbed her tongue against the burning tip.  After licking and sucking for several minutes, enjoying the squirming and soft cries of her lover, Nancy gave Yomiko�fs nipple a playful bite.  The Paper responded by clasping Nancy tightly and giving a sharp gasp. 
 �gNancy-san, it...it feels so...so.  I love this feeling!�h  She cried happily and hugged Nancy tight.  Almost absently, her fingers tugged at Nancy�fs bodysuit. 
 Suddenly Nancy felt very over-dressed.  She released Yomiko�fs nipple and sat back on her knees.  She smiled down at her beloved and rolled backwards off the bed and out of her body-suit, phasing free of the material.  The suit fell in a heap atop Yomiko�fs stomach as a naked Miss Deep landed at the foot of the bed. 
 Smiling in a most feline way, Nancy crawled to the foot of the bed and caressed Yomiko�fs sock clad foot.  She slipped the covering off and planted a kiss on Yomiko�fs big toe.  The Paper giggled and smiled as Nancy bestowed similar treatment to her other foot. 
 Nancy slunk up onto the bed and reached up to pluck the body-suit from were it lay on Yomiko�fs tummy.  Discarding her former attire, Nancy reached out and unbuttoned Yomiko�fs skirt then drew it down and off.  Her absent-minded friend had remembered to wear underwear at least.  Still smiling, she drew Yomiko�fs panties off  and finally both she and `The Paper�f were completely naked. 
 Nancy sat up and gazed down lovingly at her partner.  Yomiko�fs legs were slender yet toned, probably from all the walking she did shopping for books while hauling a suitcase full of books and paper.  At the juncture of her thighs was a thick tangle of untrimmed black hair.  Her legs where cleanshaven however, probably because she always wore skirts. 
 Yomiko was also looking, taking in Nancy�fs pale beauty for the first time.  Her friend�fs body was pale as the moon, her large firm breasts tipped with small, red nipples.  Nancy-san�fs body was beautifully curved, with hints of muscle along her arms, belly and legs indicating the strength she possessed.  The dark blue hair between her legs was trimmed for bikini-wear and Yomiko could see a faint sheen of moisture amidst the rich fur. 
 �gNancy-san�h she croaked �gyou�fre...so beautiful.�h 
 �gMy little poet, that�fs just what I was thinking about you.�h 
 �gMiss Deep...Nancy-san...I.   I want you to touch me so much.  I feel it so much.  But I�fm scared...I....�h 
 Nancy smiled, her heart full of loving thoughts yet not wanting to push too fast.  �gYomiko Readman, I love you.  I want to touch you so badly right now I can�ft find words for it.  But if this is scaring you, we can stop for now.�h 
 Yomiko thought about it for maybe a second.  �gNo.  Its okay.  I trust you.  I have trusted you since that night in New York.  Please...show me?�h 
 Nancy nodded, her eyes moist with tears to hear Yomiko say just those simple words.  Almost reverently, she lowered her head and kissed Yomiko�fs other nipple.  She licked and kissed it and then began to suck hungrily at the engorged nub.  She sucked happily as Yomiko squirmed and groaned beneath her.  She listened closely to those responses, seeing which movements drew the most pleasure from her lover and filed them away for future reference.  After thoroughly enjoying Yomiko�fs warm breasts she began to lick her way down the girl�fs smooth, sleek belly. 
 She kissed and licked down Yomiko�fs stomach to her deep naval.  Nancy pushed her tongue inside and probed the crinkled depths while her hands stroked Yomiko�fs velvety flanks.  She could smell `The Paper�fs�f growing arousal.  The musky scent wafted up from below, joining the odor of sweat and the omnipresent smell of old paper.  The scents combined into a melange that Nancy knew belonged only to Yomiko.  Her Yomiko.  That thought spurred her passion and with a last probe of Yomiko�fs naval, she slid down and gently pushed her legs apart. 
 Yomiko let out a loud gasp at the feeling of Nancy�fs breath between her thighs.  Her entire body quivered like a violin string, anticipating the player�fs touch.  She twisted weakly as Nancy�fs warm breath stirred her pubic hair.  The timber of each breath told her that Nancy was drawing closer, closer... 
 Nancy pressed her face against Yomiko�fs black, silky fur.  She nuzzled it, breathing in the scent of her beloved.  Her hands gently but firmly caressed Yomiko�fs thighs as she spread them wider apart.  Only when she could contain herself no longer did she kiss the glistening, wet folds of Yomiko�fs sex.  Nancy kissed the warm wet orchid, caressing it�fs petals with her eager lips.  She slid her lips up and down the crease, smiling as the soft hair tickled her nose.  She felt so happy just being there, touching and giving such pleasure to one she truly loved, who loved her in return with such trust. 
 She suddenly drove her tongue deep into `The Paper�fs�f quivering sex.  Stabbing her pink tongue deep into Yomiko�fs wet folds she twisted it around seeking the girls musky juices.  Yomiko twisted and writhed on the bed.  Her eyes flew wide open behind her glasses as a wave of ecstasy swept through her body and soul and left her breathless.  `So�f she thought `this is what it feels like.  Oh, Nancy-san.  I love you...�f the rest of her thought was lost as another wave swept through her, momentarily obliterating her consciousness. 
 Nancy�fs own passions overflowed as she felt Yomiko orgasm beneath her driving tongue.  She licked ravenously at the girl�fs slit, lapping up her thick juices and then flicking her tongue against Yomiko�fs trembling clitoris.  She tongued the tiny bulb and Yomiko jumped again, the nectar of her climax immediately swept up by Nancy�fs tongue.  Nancy continued her feasting, unable to get enough of Yomiko�fs taste and smell.  Her lover�fs essence filled her senses and drove all other thoughts from her.  She pressed her face into Yomiko�fs pubic mound and licked through each burning fold of her sex, determined to touch every secret inch of her love. 
 Finally, after a timeless interval, Nancy�fs motions slowed.  Yomiko was silent except for deep panting and the occasional squeak as a small orgasm went through her like an aftershock.  Nancy licked the last of the sweet juices from Yomiko�fs sex and breathed deeply, capturing the scent within her lungs.  She slid up, relishing the sliding of her sweat-slick flesh against `The Paper�fs�f.  As she reached the top, the taller woman rested her chin atop Yomiko�fs sweaty brow.  She felt her lover�fs warm breath against the hollow of her throat. 
 Smiling, she laid her warm hand atop Yomiko�fs equally feverish breast.  Then she slid her hand through the girl�fs chest.  Nancy gently phased her hand into Yomiko�fs body and placed it over her heart.  Careful not to disturb it�fs rhythm, which was still very fast, she looked into Yomiko�fs eyes.  The beautiful blue eyes that met her own brown ones shone back with love and trust.  Even in this position, she had no doubts.  Nancy swore to herself that she would always protect this heart.  With her strength and her love she would protect it. 

 Some time later, the two women lay in bed, propped up on pillows.  Yomiko was settled back against Nancy�fs warm, ample chest.  The Paper was reading aloud from one of her favorite books.  Reaching the end of the passage, Yomiko Readman looked back at her friend.  �gWell?  Did you like it?�h 
 Nancy paused, considering.  �gIt was a bit flowery and naive�h, she pronounced, smiling. 
 �gOh, Nancy-san!�h Yomiko half pretended to scold.  Then she smiled. 
 Nancy smiled also.  �gBut read by you...maybe its not so bad.�h 
 The pair laughed out loud then, enjoying their closeness as they shared the moment, laughter gradually subsiding to giggles. 
 �gNancy-san?�h 
 �gWhat is it, dear?�h 
 �gI just though...are you in trouble?  I can speak to Joker-san if you need-�h 
 �gNo, its fine�h Nancy replyed, rubbing Yomiko�fs shoulders to reassure her.  �gI already spoke to them before I came here.  In light of my actions at the end, Joker and Mr. Gentlemen are willing to be generous.  I�fll be on probation for a few years while I work off my debt through the agency.  Of course, I�fll have to be partnered with someone who can be sure to keep me honest...�h 
 Yomiko�fs eyes shown with hope. 
 �gI was thinking about Mr. Drake.  He seems like an honest fellow, you think...?�h She trailed off, smiling as she glanced speculatively at Yomiko. 
 The Paper�fs huge eyes threatened to break out in disappointed tears. 
 �gYomiko, its a joke.  A JOKE!�h  She laughed and Yomiko smiled with relief.  Nancy grabbed Yomiko�fs cheeks and pulled them into a silly grin, bringing familiar red circles to `The Paper�fs�f face. 
 �gOh, Yomiko.  That�fs why I love you!�h