So, how do you get Rex Madison to write with you? You take his bae, the object of his infinite, undying love and adoration... and you put her in the shittiest position possible :D
This story stars not only Rex's waifu, but my favorite character Yamazaki (bombshell dropped). And I'll go ahead and warn you: this is easily the most brutal, menacing, violent story I have ever written. Maybe Rex's, too. This story is going to bring out your darkest, most sadistic emotions. It's a project so vile, I could only enlist the aid of the man who loves torturing his Psycho gal. We're gonna go back and forth just to mix it up evenly... but some scenes you can tell are either mine or Rex's personal touch ;P
Without further ado, enjoy. And uh... viewer discretion advised.
"THANK YOU EVERYBODY, AND GOODNIGHT! I LOVE YOU AAAAAALLLLLLLL~!"
With that same tired, old, rehashed closing... Athena was finally granted freedom from the bright lights and sweat of the stage. She couldn't even make it out of sight before giving a huge, visible expelling of air from her lungs in a sigh of relief. She loved her job, she loved the people, she loved the money... but the R & R was a big reward in itself.
Yes, this was a picture-perfect, cozy little job for Athena Asamiya. She got to pursue her singing passion, light up on stage, adore billions of fans, then go and take the most pleasurable of breaks in her trailer when it was all said and done. An air conditioner, a cool drink... these things could never be taken for granted after enduring the rigorous trials of perfecting a live performance and winning hearts of men, women, and children alike.
As Athena let out a blissful sigh and unlocked her trailer door, she was already imagining the sweet sensation of her butt touching her comfy chair-
"We haven't heard from you, Asamiya."
In an instant, her body stiffened. She wouldn't be able to enjoy her chair after all; no... because there was a sinister-looking suit currently residing there.
All at once, she broke out in goosebumps upon seeing his face: those pitch-black shades, shooting icicles into her, that neatly-trimmed little red soul patch, the color of Satan himself, and, most chilling... that horrendous grin as he sucked ash and discarded his cigarette leavings on her shag carpet.
"How did you get in here?" Athena demanded. "I h-had the door l-"
"Don't try to distract me with formalities." the man rudely interrupted. "If we want to see you, Miss Asamiya, we WILL see you. It doesn't matter where you are, what you're doing... there's no safe zones from us."
"T-there was no need to see me," Athena told him, swallowing her fear. "And there's n-nothing to discuss. You've already heard everything you're going to from me."
"Ah, but we do need to see you," the man shot back, his grin becoming predatory. "We told you before that we'd give you some time, so you could come to your senses. ...time's up."
Now Athena just plain swallowed.
"Look, even if I wanted to sponsor you, I couldn't," she tried to reason. "These 'beauty products' of yours aren't just dangerous and addictive - they're known for it. Your company's notorious for targeting and exploiting teenage girls. I am a role model for teenage girls. How do you think that would look?"
"Pretty good, for us," he chuckled. "That's the whole point, isn't it? Reform our image by recruiting a trustworthy face and revamping our products. It's - "
"But you're not!" Athena cut in, starting to bristle. "You're not changing them at all! You're just redoing the labels and changing the names of the ingredients. They're still just as... evil!"
The man was initially silent. However, Athena knew... and FEARED... what was to come, when he slowly reached up, removed his sunglasses, leaned in close... and peered beyond her retinas, into her very depths.
"Look, Asamiya... you're going about this all wrong." he softly explained. "You're blinded by a delusional shroud of self-righteousness. At the end of the day... what does being "good" really accomplish? Nobody cares about your pure, virtuous spirit. They care how beautiful you are, how talented you are, how much money you make. You owe nothing to those fucking vultures."
Athena could feel her stomach welling up with a kind of... nervous pain. Almost like she needed a restroom... but it wasn't food, but a man's honeyed words that could put her in such distress.
He continued. "Tell me something... have you ever wondered what it's like to be set for life? Money always in your pocket, good food, luxuries at your disposal... protection?"
"P-protection...?"
He grinned. "Of course. You, your friends, your family... you'd never have to lock your doors again. You'd never have to look behind you when you're walking down the sidewalk. You roll with us, Miss Asamiya... and the world is yours on a platter."
"At what cost!" Athena furiously fired back, resisting his temptation. "My dignity? My identity? My... my soul?"
"At the end of the day, those are just superficial concepts!" the man brandished his cigarette as he raised his voice. "I'm talking about REAL things, TANGIBLE things! Security, for you and your kids! THEIR kids! I'm giving you the WORLD here, Miss Asamiya! All you have to do IS. SAY. YES!"
"NO!"
He scowled, leapt to his feet. "You need to watch your tone, little girl! You don't seem to understand who you're dealing with here."
"No, you don't," she countered, fully set off now. "Those things aren't 'concepts' to me, they're my lifeblood. The tangibles mean nothing without them. I don't want to buy luxuries with blood money. I don't want to trade my security for other peoples' lives. I don't want to raise my children in a world where they have to deal with the devil."
She expected anger. She was prepared for it, even; she was ready to fight. Instead his face became a mask of deadly calm, his lips curling into a smirk. It worked a whole lot better to disarm her (which he knew it would, of course).
"The devil, eh?" he said, and even his voice had changed. "You think we're the devil. ...well, I could waste time arguing with you and prove that we're not...but instead I'll ask you a question. If we're the devil, Miss Asamiya...what can you do about us?"
"A lot," she insisted, her voice steady...but her legs beginning to shake.
The man was taken aback by her courage, foolish though it was... but his face never changed from that frustratingly calm composure. He could still sense weakness in her. Even now, as she stood tall in his face... he could see her tremble. Her legs struggled to stay still. He still held the cards... and that meant he made the threats and demands.
"I'm going to warn you one last time, Miss Asamiya." his voice spoke those words slowly, menacingly... like a knife slowly dragging across skin.
"Then warn me." Athena defiantly fired back.
"Nobody says no to us and gets off clean. You're a part of this now, whether you like it or not. It's up to you to decide just what part you WANT to play. It's in your hands: you can be smart and reap the rewards... or be a foolish little bitch and have your career cut short. So many hearts broken, as their beloved idol makes the headlines of the obituaries..."
"Get the hell out of my trailer."
The door flew open, courtesy of a dazzling crimson light. The next thing to emerge from that trailer would be the body of the unpleasant visitor, being FORCEFULLY ejected into the grass outside.
It took a few moments to gather himself, but the man slowly emerged from his slumber in the dirt. As he rose like the dead, spitting grass and dirt particles... he slipped back on his sunglasses with a condemning, MARKING scowl.
"...You're going to pay dearly for that, Miss Asamiya. You just made the biggest mistake of your short life."
Those words fell short of Athena's ears; as far as the purple-haired girl was concerned, this was a victory... in every sense of the word. Dusting her hands off like she just took out the trash, she slammed her trailer shut, locked it, and finally had the reunion with her cozy chair she had waited for. Her face would only twist one last time: to brush aside the nasty cigarette carcass laying on her carpet.
"Ugh. Asshole."
Two weeks passed.
By that time Athena had mostly forgotten the incident, and in fact the company itself. She hadn't heard from them again, and she certainly hadn't called them back. Their man had scared the hell out of her at first...but throwing him out of her trailer like garbage had taken out most of the sting. It reminded her that he, they, were only human; she was so much more. And it'd take some serious work on their part to put Athena Asamiya in the obituaries.
Unfortunately for her, her enemies were very hard workers.
That night Athena was kicking back for a change, snuggled on her bed in her apartment wearing her fuzziest pajamas. She'd decided to look into Netflix, a service she'd had for years but hadn't done much with. (She had a lot on her plate already, after all.) Now that she was digging into it, it fascinated her; so many new, gripping programs, so many old ones she'd once loved.
She had just queued up Astro Boy - all of it - when a knock at the door startled her. Groaning, she slipped off the bed and padded across the apartment...then stopped and furrowed her brow. It was after ten o'clock; why would someone be visiting now? She thought over the possibilities, and soon her heart began to pound. Could it be...?
...No, she decided, shaking her head. She'd dealt with them already; that was over now.
Still, she kept herself on guard until she looked through the peephole. To her relief, she found a pizza delivery boy, a laid-back looking dude with a baseball cap and a shaggy red beard. Sighing, she unlocked the door, ready to tell him he had the wrong address.
The instant she turned the knob, the door flew into her face.