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C h a p t e r 6 - B l o o d D a n c e P a r t II
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Kamiya Kaoru screamed with all of her might. Without warning, the Tenken ran and leaped forward with his sword in attack mode, and aimed straightly at her. Luckily for Kaoru, Soujirou missed her head but by only three centimeters away. Not because he was sparing her but his vision was completely a blur from that point on. Opening her eyes, Kamiya realized that she was still alive. Quickly, she ran out of the way before he made another move to kill her.
Soujirou, on the other hand, fell to the ground with his katana clutched his arms. He was unconscious.
"What the, Soujirou!" Chou immediately ran over to his friend's side. Pulling Soujirou over on his back, Chou checked his pulse. Still alive. Then he placed his hand on his forehead. A high fever.
"Kamiya, are you alright!" Misao rushed over to Kamiya. Kamiya nodded as she held her chest. She was breathing heavily from the shock she received from Soujirou. While holding her friend's hand, Misao looked at her with frighten eyes. Frighten that tonight would be the last for her two friends and also herself. "Let's leave. Now," Misao whispered to both Kamiya and Megumi. They both nodded in agreement and ran towards the door. Chou turned around and screamed to them to stop but they didn't listen. The three was out the door before Chou could even leave Soujirou's side to run after them.
Out in the hallway, Kamiya had the lead, Takani ran from behind her, and Misao was the last one running after the both of them. As she was running with them, Misao felt herself lag behind the two further and further. She felt dizzy as if the whole room was spinning so she stopped. She looked ahead and saw that Kamiya and Takani were out the door. She sighed in relief. At least I know that they're safe. She looked around the hallways. It was quiet and empty. Everyone probably ran out of the club scared once they heard the gun shots.
As she was calming herself down, her braided pony tail was suddenly pulled from behind. The force was so strong that it caused her to tumble backwards. Her body smacked hard into the tiled floor. As she looked up, she saw her attacker. It was a man around his forties or fifties but he wasn't Japanese. He was an overweight Caucasian with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a bushy mustache. He frowned as he looked down at her.
"HEY, that HURT UGLY!" Misao yelled from the ground.
Because of that comment, the frown he bestowed on his face disappeared and in its place came an angry sneer. The man replied, "Stupid Schlampe! I should cut that pretty face of yours off then we shall see who is ugly!"
Misao stared at him, surprised. It never occurred to her that he could speak Japanese. Though there was an accent in his voice. Strike with anger from his insult, Misao kicked one of her front leg upward and smacked the man in the face. Surprised by her attack, the man fell backwards, holding his face. Getting up from the floor, Misao stared at the man. He was on the ground groaning. Blood was spilling out from his face. He was cursing under his breathe but Misao had no idea what he was saying since it was in some foreign language.
"That's right! Who's the Sha...la...pa...whatever now!" Misao yelled victoriously.
Then out of nowhere, twenty Yakuza men came rushing out into the scene where Misao stood. They were all armed with katana, aiming at her.
Misao gave a sweat drop. She spoke too soon. This yakuza wasn't part of the Juppon Gatana as she saw their uniform. On the backs of every single man were pictures of black ghosts. Misao knew instantly that they were members from the Kuro no Yuurei. One of the men, probably the head, rushed over to the Caucasian man that Misao had just kicked in the face. In Japanese, the yakuza member asked if he was alright. Through listening to him, Misao learn that the Caucasian was called by Diefendorf-san. Well, Diefendorf-san wasn't in a great mood after being kicked in the face by a girl. He shoved the leader away when he offered to help him. Standing up by himself, he shouted in Japanese, "Kill that bitch!" after getting a white handkerchief for his broken nose.
Fortunately, they had katana instead of guns. Misao had confidence that she could take these guys on. Katana were not fast and vital as bullets.
At the sound of Diefendorf's voice, two men from behind instantly went ahead and attacked Misao while all the others closed into her. With quick reflexes, Misao jumped around and faced her opponents in a defensive position. "Hey, watch out! I know combat just as great as the next yakuza that comes in here!" Misao announced but the enemy didn't take her seriously at all since she seems to be only a little girl. The first two men leaped forward at her with their katana held in front in attack mode. Having no weapon at all, Misao ducked at the first two slash. The man on her left had the slowest reflexes out of the two so Misao chose to steal his katana. She grabbed the handle of his katana and kicked him hard in the stomach.
The kick was extremely hard to the guts so the guy went unconscious before he fell to the floor. Misao finally had a weapon. It wasn't a really good katana like the one Aoshi gave her for her birthday. It was cheap and badly in her opinion made but it was all logically to understand why. The Kuro no Yuurei wasn't as advance in weaponry as the Oniwabanshuu was.
With katana in her hand, she challenged all the others. "Come if you want some!" she taunted them. Now the Kuro no Yuurei members hesitated to attack after seeing that move she launched on one of their men. Diefendorf, on the other hand, didn't care. It wasn't his safety on the line anyways. He wanted Misao dead right there and then since he had his pride smashed by her. "What are you waiting for you dummkopf! I want her dead at once! Get me my money!"
At the sound of his command, the men immediately charged at Misao. First slash, second slash, and last a triple slash. Misao had killed four men in less than ten seconds. More came after her and she chopped them down one by one. She can't beat the Tenken but she kick major punk ass. The more people she killed, the more frustrated Diefendorf became. It was only five minutes of fighting and Misao was down to the last guy. Apparently, it was the leader of the group. Now that he has seen her in action, the guy won't underestimate her anymore.
Misao was the first to attack. The first hit, he blocked fairly well but the second hit he only managed to protect himself barely. The third hit, he wasn't so lucky. Misao's katana broke through his block and went straight into his head. Misao tried to hold herself at the horrible mess in front of her but she was never great with blood and gore even though she shed a lot of them. She stuck her tongue out in disgust, "Ewww...!" With small force, Misao slid the blade out of the head.
Before she could catch her breath, a gun fired at Misao, causing her to drop the katana. Luckily, it missed her but only be a couple of inches. She jerked her head to the right and there stood Diefendorf with a pistol in his right hand and his left covering his bloody nose. In a rough voice, he yelled, "Damn schlampe!" and with that, he started firing at Misao non-stop.
Quickly, Misao ran to the opposite side of the hall to duck the bullets. Good thing it was a very wide hallway. Doing a fast summersault, Misao made her way behind Diefendorf. He had only a second to turn around to face but he wasn't fast enough. She was on the ground and swung her legs against his, causing the fat man to come crashing down. The impact to the ground was hard and caused his hand to let go of the pistol, which flew into the air. Misao caught it in the air and aimed it at Diefendorf. She pressed the trigger. BAM! Diefendorf fell to the ground dead with a hole in his head.
"THIS IS THE POLICE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD OR WE WILL ENTER!"
Startled, Misao dropped the gun. Now the police was definitely here. Frighten that she would get caught, Misao ran down the hallways to find an escape route. In one of the backrooms, using a vase, Misao threw it at a window. The window broke which allowed Misao to escape from the outside with ease. The problem that faced her now was once she got outside; there were police cars from a good distance away. She ducked to the ground right away at the sight of flashing lights. Dammit, they've surrounded the place, even the back of the club. Smart. I hope no one saw me... Holding her breath, Misao laid on her stomach and waited. She gave a small sigh of relief. No one saw her. If they did, one of the cops would have yelled something else by now.
Misao watched from the ground. Standing near at one of the police car were Kamiya and Takani. They were being questioned by one of the officers. Hopefully they didn't say they had a third party but fat chance, Kamiya would have explained about Misao sooner or later to them. That gave Misao a short time to run.
On the left, the police were now concentrating on sending in their unit. Looking at the sky, Misao decided to make her escape by jumping into an oak tree that laid ten feet away from her. It was the only tree there, good for hiding in the dark. It was a far jump to do but Misao was trained as a ninja and her jump always exceeds everyone in the Oniwabanshuu. Excluding Aoshi, that is.
Trying to find the right time to make her escape, Misao watched the group of the police in front of her. One third of them left to join the squad that was going to infiltrate inside Velferre. Bingo, now's my chance. With haste, she stood up to make her visible only for a second then she took a huge leap and landed safely on one of the tree branches. The hard part was over. Now the easy part was to get home. With her quick jumping ability, especially at night, no one would be able to see her. There were buildings that stood in rows that led to her apartment. Jumping from building to building, Misao made her way home silently, away from sirens and the police. Only praying that she doesn't get chastise by Omasu when she gets home. Or worse, punished by Aoshi.
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A little boy of the age of five, stood in the middle of a room with five dead bodies surrounded around him. The tatami floor and rice shoji doors were splattered with blood. There was only one last survivor and it was a young lady. She laid in the middle of the circle with a frighten face. Her face was splattered with blood and so were her clothes. The boy stood in front of her, holding a steel katana in his hands.
"That's quite impressive." A man covered in bandages stood at the doorway. He wore a purple man's kimono and behind him stood ten men wearing black suits.
They boy looked up at the man, who looked like the leader of the group. The man smirked at him and said, "But how about a different weapon?" He took a pistol from one of his men and threw it towards the boy. He caught it without any trouble. The boy observed the hard, cold object in his hand. There was a trigger and the end had a hole. He slowly moved his fingers to the correct spots.
Suddenly, the blood covered woman that laid on the ground sat and grabbed a vase to the right of her. "It doesn't matter if you kill me now! You'll still be the bastard-child that no one will ever love or care for! You burn in hell!" She threw the vase at the boy without any warning. The vase hit the boy's head and cracked into a million pieces. A drop of blood rolled down the boy's face, falling pass the right eye that was half way opened. The boy stared at her blankly.
He raised the gun and pulled the trigger. They woman was dead with the first bullet but he didn't stop shooting. His finger kept pulling on the trigger continuously until there were no bullets left. A small tear ran down the boy's cheek. A smile spread upon his face. The bandaged man walked over to the boy.
Scratching his chin, his was smirked still on. "You can be useful to me."
A cough woke up Soujirou. Slowly, he opened his eyes. The first sight he saw was a familiar face. It was a young girl. She was looking at him closely.
Soujirou looked around, trying not to move his head. He was back in his bedroom at the Juppon Gatana headquarters mansion, lying in his bed. I must have passed out... His eyes wandered back to the girl. She was still looking at him. His head was a bit foggy, so was his memory but in a couple seconds, he realized who she was. It was the girl from Takatori Masafumi's lab that Soujirou had brought along. She stood in front of his bed with a somewhat worried look. Her clothes weren't paper clothes for testing anymore. She was now wearing a red shirt and blue jeans. Since she was part of the Juppon Gatana now, Soujirou greeted her as a regular yakuza member.
"It seems," he smiled at her, "...that you're fitting here quite well." His voice was a bit hoarse because of a small sore throat.
The girl quickly ran to his side. "Soujirou-sama, you're not well. You shouldn't talk." Then she laid a hand on his head to feel his fever temperature. Soujirou looked at her with a bit of surprise. He hasn't known her well enough but she acted somewhat intimate towards him already. ...How would she know my name? Before he could reply, the door opened and in came the Juppon Gatana's Shateigashira, Anji with his assistant, Chou following behind.
Anji came to Soujirou's side and took out a thermometer as Shura stepped backwards to be out of the way. Since Anji was now here, Soujirou thought to ask him a few questions to explain what had happened. "Anji-san... My head is so foggy… What had happened?"
Before Anji could answer, Chou jumped into the conversation, "Ya fainted man! And ya did it right before a good fight too! Why, man, WHY!" Chou grabbed Soujirou by the shoulders and shook him violently. Anji stood there with a sweat drop at his Shateigashira-hosa (Assistant to Shateigashira). "We were gonna have some fun with kickin' Diefendorf's ass and then take our money back! Ya shoulda told us before that ya had a cold then maybe we couldda been included in da action and--WHOA! Stay away from me!" Chou jumped behind Soujirou's bed and ducked under as he saw Shura tried to get a hold of him.
"Chou-san, Shura-san here will not hurt you so you don't have to be afraid every time she moves," Anji said as he placed the thermometer in Soujirou's mouth. Shura, on the other hand, frowned at Chou. "Give your respects to Soujirou-sama. He can easily kill you anytime for those rude comments but he's sparing you for every rude remark so you should be grateful!" Shocked by what she said, Chou raised from the bed. "Sou's my pal; I can say whatever I want to him! He won't care either way!" After that comment, he backed away a couple of steps. He was still in fear of her.
"I asked what the hell had happened to me!" Soujirou screamed as he chucked the thermometer teen feet away. The red mercury liquid slowly dripped from the broken glass. Anji, Chou, and Shura, all looked at Soujirou. Anji and Chou were the only one with surprised expressions. It was very rare to see Soujirou yell. If he did, something was up with him. Sitting up from his bed, Soujirou held his hand to forehead. His body shook as he let out a groan. "Please...forgive me," he removed his hand to reveal his face. It was back to normal. His usual smile now found its location on him again. "I'm not feeling very well. Please excuse my behavior..." Soujirou saw the broken thermometer and started to get out of his bed to clean it up.
"I can clean that for you Soujirou-sama," Shura grabbed his hand, "You must rest to regain your strength."
Soujirou looked at her for a second, "Your name is...Shura, ne?" She nodded. Soujirou smile, "Thank you Shura-san." Then he went back in bed as Shura went over to the broken thermometer with a couple of towels. Since mercury, the chemical liquid, was a poisonous substance, Shura had to carefully handle it with care.
"I'll explain what happened Soujirou-sama," Anji replied as Chou and slowly walked back to where he was earlier, "Before your assassination, you had a very high fever and your alcohol drinking made it worse during the assassination. Your body couldn't handle it and I believe that's what made you pass out. After you passed out, Chou called us and told us what happened and Shishio-sama sent Shura-san to go and assist you. She successfully stole Shishio-sama's money back while Chou carried you home--"
Chou interrupted, "That's right! I carried ya home and--!" but stopped as he saw Shura glaring at him at the corner of his eye.
Anji ignored him and continued, "When Shura came to kill Diefendorf, he found him and his men all lying dead in the hallway. We currently have no information on the person who killed it so that has yet remained a mystery."
"A mystery person..." Soujirou said as he thought to himself. I don't recall anyone from our yakuza or another there... I wonder who this person could be?
"We will leave you alone to rest now. I'm sorry for the disruption," Anji said his farewell then pushed Chou outside the room.
Now getting time to himself, Soujirou rested his hand on his head. That…I remember that. I can see it in my dreams. That little boy…was me. Why does it keep haunting me? Soujirou's mood was down but he tried hard to keep a smile on his face. It was his only mask to escape the past and to also cover it from everyone. At least, he drifted off to sleep. Shura soon left after she cleaned up the mess but Soujirou was too soundly asleep to know.
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Omasu sat on the couch across from the door with her arms folded. It was 1:31 a.m. and the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall. Everything else was quiet.
Slowly the door opened up and there stood Misao. She stared at the floor as she walked in. Omasu, on the other hand, jumped up from her spot with a shocked expression. "Misao!" was the first thing she yelled out. Quickly, she ran up to her and laid her two hands on Misao's shoulders. "Why is there blood on your clothes? Are you alright?" Misao looked down at her clothing, on her pants and shirt; there were some stains of blood on it. All were from her fight with the Kuro no Yuurei.
"Misao, you disobeyed Aoshi-sama's orders. I'm going to have to call Aoshi-sama and report this to him. You know this, right?" Omasu looked back up at her.
Misao was just glad she wasn't yelled at by Omasu but hearing that she will tell Aoshi, made her mad. With her temper rising, she shook her body to rid herself of Omasu's touch. "No! I don't want you to tell him! You know what he'll do; he won't hesitate to kick me out of the Oniwabanshuu! I'll lose my honor and disowned by my family." And with that, Misao started to charge to her room but she was immediately stopped by Omasu, who grabbed her by the shoulder.
"I can't lie to Aoshi-sama no matter how much I care for your well being. This wouldn't happen if you just abide by the rules. You knew Aoshi is very strict, you knew the consequences but you went out anyways. Tell me Misao, where did you go and what happened?"
Misao sighed and sat down on the couch, Omasu sat down afterwards. "I went to Velfarre and I ran into trouble with the Tenken and Sawagejo. I managed to escape the two Juppon Gatana members but I then ran into the Kuro no Yuurei. They had this...European man as their leader. I think he's European, he didn't sound American. They call him Diefendorf. Diefendorf ordered them to kill me because I stole their money... But I have idea what they're talking about. I didn't take any money from them. Then the soldiers attacked me but I manage to kick all of their asses and then kill Diefendorf. Then I heard that the cops were outside so I made a quick escape and now I'm home."
Omasu gave a sigh of relief, "You're not hurt, are you?" Misao shook her head. "Good," as Omasu reached for the phone, Misao's expression changed to utter despair. She was going to call Aoshi and there was nothing to change her mind. Omasu was very loyal to Aoshi. Not once in her life has she ever let him down or betrayed him. His words were laws to her. Slumping into the couch, Misao folded her arms and waited what would happen next.
After dialing his cell phone, Aoshi replied after three rings. Without stalling, Omasu went straight into the issue. Misao listened nervously as Omasu told everything she heard from Misao to Aoshi. About Velfarre, Tenken and Sawagejo, Kuro no Yuurei, and Diefendorf. My yakuza life is over. Aoshi will shun me for sure. Aoshi wasn't like any yakuza lord. He wasn't loose as most. What he wanted done or obeyed, must be done and obeyed. Hands down.
After five minutes on the phone, Omasu finally hung up. Misao, who was impatient to know what her death sentence was, quickly punched Omasu in the arm for attention. Without needing to say anything, Omasu gave a sigh and reply, "You're very lucky Misao." Hearing the word 'lucky' immediately restore some hope inside Misao. "Well, what did he say?" Misao yelled to hear more.
"If this was any man in the Oniwabanshuu, they would instantly be banned from the yakuza or killed but for you, Aoshi is giving you a less harsh punishment."
"Well, what is it!" Misao couldn't hold anymore stalling.
"He's not happy you didn't listen to him but your punishment is...for one month..." Misao was now listening closely, "...you are to have no meetings or interactions with any members of the Oniwabanshuu. For one month, you are banned from being in the Oniwabanshuu. You are not to talk, see, and meet anyone from our side. If you do, another month will be added. If you continuously disobey this order, you are completely banned."
Misao's eyes drifted to the ground. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The Oniwabanshuu was her family. Aoshi was banning her to see her family.
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