Daddy's Girl III
Bakuda stormed up the stairs towards Lung's current hideout. She had it with this charade. For weeks, she had stood on the sidelines and see how this newcomer, this teenage white kid somehow convince Lung that she was Sakura, his estranged daughter from Japan. Not only did her boss believe it, he adopted the stupid story wholeheartedly and forced the rest of the gang to follow suit.
There wasn't even a single Asian blood cell in Lung's supposed daughter, and everyone knew it. Even the whitest half-breeds look more true to their more refined race than that bitch Sakura. She stomped to the top of the apartment complex and barged open the door, the bitch probably feeling arrogant enough not to lock the door. 'That's going to be a mistake she won't live to regret.'
The main room was plunged in shadows, as Sakura had pulled the blinders closed. Still, there was enough light leaking past for Bakuda to see the bitch was lounging on Lung's La-Z-Boy like she owned the world.
"Bakuda." The younger girl drawled, imitating Lung's confidence like she was really one of his progeny. "What do I owe you the pleasure?"
Even now, the girl brazenly addressed Bakuda as if she was somehow superior. The bomb-throwing Tinker sneered back at the bitch, not that she could see it under the gas mask. "The gig is up. You may have fooled Lung and a few of our gullible members, but you I can see the truth, plain as day. You're nothing but a WHITE little bitch with some kind of brainwashing power."
Sakura - probably not her real name, she would have had a boring westerner name like Anna or Taylor - raised a single blasé eyebrow. "So?"
Snarling, Bakuda retrieved a single grenade from her vest and hooked her thumb on the ring that held it safe. "Well you haven't fooled me, little whitey. Oh no you haven't. It's time to correct the little mistake that is your pathetic existence."
"Lung won't be happy when he finds out what you're about to do."
"Fuck Lung! Fuck you!" Bakuda howled. "Ever since you connived your way under his wing, he's grown into a pussy. We've stopped expanding our territory, we're losing revenue from the other gangs, and worst of all he shut down my fucking workshop! You've wrapped him around your finger like a little witch, but you didn't got me, oh no you didn't. And soon Lung himself will get back to his senses."
The bitch didn't even bother to stand up and defend herself. Instead, she lazed back deeper in the recliner and spread out her arms. "Do your best. I dare you."
While some part of Bakuda was a little suspicious that Sakura would open herself to an attack like that, the most violent impulses she possessed just wanted this over and done with before the arrogant girl changed her mind. So with that, she primed the grenade and threw it at the impostor timed just for it to explode at the right distance.
The explosion wrecked the girl, the La-Z-Boy and all the other nearby furniture. The shockwave and several debris fragments pelted Bakuda's costumed form, but she knew it wouldn't hurt her. With a grin, she waited for the dust to clear in order to see the full extent of the damage.
"That wasn't very nice, you know." Sakura's growling said as the cloud began to clear. "That was Lung's favorite chair. Now I'll have to visit the IKEA and buy a new one before he gets home."
Bakuda eyes widened at the sight before her. Through the ash, dust and torn clothes, Sakura nonetheless survived the grenade with not a single mark of injury. Worse yet, she wasn't just unharmed, she was better.
For Sakura had grown a few inches, grown a lot more body mass, and had her entire form encased in metallic, draconic armor. Her semi-reptilian face smirked confidently at her attacker. "It's my turn now."
'Shit!' Bakuda thought as she reached to her vest for another grenade, this time a special localized time stopper she designed specifically against Lung, but the bitch was somehow even faster and reached her side in a blink of a moment, grabbing hold of her arm and broke the bones underneath a thousand ways.
The Tinker reached out with her other arm, only for Sakura to break that one in turn. She let out a horrendous shriek as she was smoothly crippled by a bitch she was sure could not have been Lung's daughter!
'How can this be?! How can this white kid be Lung's daughter! She's not Asian at all, yet she's looks so much like him now!'
"Argh.. you fucking.. BITCH.. you're not his daughter.. no matter how much you copy him.."
With both her arms out of commission, Bakuda had only one more way to trigger her bombs. Sadly, she'd more than likely perish from her own creations, but anything was worth taking out this fucking girl who thought she had defeated the almighty Bakuda.
"See you in hell, you- GHURLK!"
Bakuda never finished her sentence, as Sakura reached out a taloned arm and cleanly snapped Bakuda's neck in half.
After a moment of silence, Sakura dropped the corpse and stood off, staring into nothing as her powers receded into itself. Sakura the Dragon slowly turned back into Sakura the human.
"You can come out now, Oni Lee."
As if nothing happened at all, the infamous teleporter revealed himself from the kitchen entrance. He looked at Sakura with emotionless eyes, paying only mild attention to his former co-villain. "Is it your first time?"
The girl nodded, looking somewhat lost.
"Bakuda deserved it."
"You're not mad?"
Oni Lee chuckled at that silly question. "Bakuda wasn't ABB, she only used us. She's too violent, too full of anger. Her insane plans involved implanting our own members with her crazy bombs. The ABB exists to protect our race, not to use us up in a mindless bid for death and chaos. It's better this way. There is no one more deserving of this fate than Bakuda."
It still left Sakura with a bad taste in her mouth. "I knew this would happen eventually, in fact I hoped for it. I never knew that killing someone would make me feel so bad.. I make for a bad villain, and after this, I can't even pretend to be a hero anymore."
The two shared a couple of stares. Eventually, Oni Lee nodded at her. "I'll clean up the place. You better go to Lung and tell him to stay at another hideout."
Sakura nodded, but before she left the apartment, she went back into the room reserved for herself and changed into a new pair of clothes.
Oni Lee only shook his head and went to the phone to call a squad to clean the mess up. While the ABB had just lost one of its few supervillians, it would come out stronger in the end. Sakura's real identity didn't even matter in the slightest.
