Chapter 11
AN: Once again, beware disturbing imagery, rape and more or less explicitly stated incestuous intents. This chapter probably is the darkest one this far in some ways. Yes, you read that right.
"I'm home!" Asuna yelled as she walked in through the door, dropping her schoolbag on the floor with a thud and throwing her shoes off the feet with a flick of the ankles.
"Welcome home." Negi's voice said from the living room and Asuna stretched as she took off her jacket and hung it up. Walking into the living room she saw her brother sit in the armchair with a beer in his hand, watching a quiz show on the TV.
"So what's happening?" Asuna asked now, dropping down in the sofa beside him, looking at the screen.
"Dunno." Negi said, "To be honest I'm just looking at the hostess' cleavage." only a second later a pillow hit his face and Asuna grabbed the remote, changing channel.
"Pervert." she said now, the TV now showing the afternoon news.
"In other news." the news reporter said, "the war between the Yakuza families has taken a turn for the worse as a group of unknown gunmen stormed a downtown warehouse, gunning down an unknown number of suspected rivals. The police remain tight-lipped about the details but it is believed to be connected to the intensifying underworld drug-war that's been..."
"Oh shut it off." Negi said now, "Can't we NOT be reminded of that stuff all the time?" he said as he straightened himself. Asuna obliged now, pressing the power button and shutting off the TV. "That's why I preferred the cleavage," he continued. Asuna sighed.
"Do you also get the feeling that the world seems to be going to hell in a handbasket?" she asked him now, "I mean seriously, first thing we get on the news is a mass murder."
"I understand how you mean," Negi answered vaguely, thinking about the irony in the situation. "It pisses me off too actually."
"I was actually thinking of Takahata-sensei." Asuna admitted now, making Negi glance at her. She was sitting with her legs against her chest and was looking at the dead screen. "I mean, what did he ever do? Okay for actual gangsters but when a guy like him gets killed..."
"It sucks..." Negi answered morosely, remembering what had happened.
Flashback:
"Negi!" The voice made Negi spin around and come face to face with the speaker. Takamichi had just slammed the door to his office open, standing there with something wild in his gaze.
"Hey there Takami..." Negi didn't get any further before the man had gone up to her and socked him in the face, making him stumble backwards and crash into the wall. When he had landed he cried out in shock and looked up at him . "The fuck...?" a white bag now landed in his lap, courtesy of Takamichi.
"What..." Takamicihi asked now, "the hell is this!" his face was filled with anger as he pointed at the bag. Negi nearly visibly started but calmed down now, looking at the bag with confusion.
"Some kinda... drugs?" he asked with a confused tone, "What the hell?"
"It's your drugs!" Takamichi yelled now, slamming both his hands into the desk in front of him. "I got it from one of my students..." he continued now, his voice low and hoarse. "She said that she had gotten it here, at your place!" Negi got could inside now, realizing that this was VERY bad.
"My...?" he continued now, "Hey wait here Takamichi, are you saying that I'd..." he had to make one last effort to try to salvage this, this was not good at all. However Takamichi interrupted him again.
"Suddenly you get much more money, you're assaulted in the middle of the night by junkies. I'm not stupid!" Negi realized that it was useless. Takamichi had figured it all out, what the hell was he going to do now? This time Takamichi surprised him though, the man only shook his head slowly and sat down. Taking off his glasses Takamichi sighed, a long, shivering sigh.
"Not you Negi..." he said now, "Not you... Why Negi...? Why?" Negi slowly got up from the floor and looked at Takamichi. He sat down behind his desk now, silently looking at the man. After a while Takamichi looked up at him again, this time his eyes were red and tear-stained.
"I thought you were better than this Negi." Takamichi said now, his voice hoarse. "I thought you wanted to get up in the world and to get away from all this. What about Asuna? Is this how you want to raise her? Into drugs and death?"
"Shut up." Negi said now, gritting his teeth at the tirade he knew would come. "You don't know shit Takamichi, you don't know what I've been through."
"I do!" Takamichi yelled, "Do you think you're the only person to have suffered? To have grown up in the slums? I did as well! I was involved in crime when I was ten years old, lived for years in a hell made up by greed. I woke up first after a decade, realizing that I was heading straight towards a pointless death. It took me years to get out of it, I left corpses in my wake! And then I met you, I thought you were everything I hadn't been, someone who was better than me!"
"Bla bla bla." Negi said now, "Sorry to have disappointed you Takamichi, I guess the time of heroes are over. Don't shovel your ambitions on me, I have other things to worry about."
"Asuna right?" Takamichi said now, "I'm not letting you raise her into this Negi. All you'll end up with is death and she will suffer for it!" Now Negi's eyes narrowed and he looked behind Takamichi, nodding when he saw who was there. A deafening bang echoed through the office and Takamichi yelped in pain as one of his legs were pierced by Kotaro's Desert Eagle. Negi calmly stood up now, taking out his gun from the inside of his coat.
"Let me get one thing straight Takamichi." Negi said loudly now, Takamichi staring at his wounded leg. Negi now kicked the wounded man in the face, making him crash backwards into the floor. "Asuna is mine!" Negi snarled now, raising the gun, "Nobody takes her from me, nobody!" With that, Negi squeezed the trigger, sending bullet after bullet into Takamichi's body. The blasts echoed through the room and first after over a dozen explosions it stopped. Negi threw the gun on the table now, looking at Kotaro with an ice-cold gaze.
"Get rid of this." he said, leaving the office without a second glance at the corpse of the man who had, for years, done all in his might to aid him.
End flashback:
It had been five years ago now, Takamichi's body had been found in an alley, victim of a supposed mugging that had ended badly. Asuna had been devastated for a while, having cared deeply for the old man, but Negi had not mourned him one bit. Takamichi had only been a liability, a man who knew too much and that had been a threat. Still, he admitted his death was useful. Slowly reaching out now he put a hand on Asuna's shoulder, gently rubbing it to comfort her.
"It's okay hime..." he said gently now, "It's okay." Asuna slowly stared into the ground, eventually sighing and giving him a hug too. Negi held Asuna close to him, feeling her curves through her clothes, and inside him the excitement started waking up. She was so beautiful... his little princess, she was a goddess. She was his...
"Hey take it easy." Asuna said now, starting to untangle herself from him, "You're my brother, not my boyfriend." Negi bit back the irritation he felt inside of him and looked at Asuna with a confused look on his face.
"What?" he asked. Asuna shrugged.
"I mean." she said, "Seriously, don't you think it's a bit creepy in a way?" Asuna got back into her seat now and shrugged. "I mean, we're brother and sister, you're twenty-eight and I'm fifteen, yet you're still tucking me in and kissing me like I was seven. Doesn't that seem creepy to you?"
"I see how you mean." Negi said, picking his words carefully. This was it, one of the key moments. "But to be honest, it's not that easy. Where goes the limit for when you can stop caring for you sister I mean..." Negi smiled to himself now, "I'll sound cheesy here but well... We're bound to each other, I don't really think anyone else can understand how it is to be us."
"How do you mean?" Negi was grateful he'd have had Asuna in the correct environments, she didn't react at this whereas he didn't doubt that many would have had.
"We came from the gutter." Negi said, "We've journeyed from the bottom to pretty high up. Can your friends in school understand how it is to be like that? The smell of the bums' puke, the dead people, all those horrible things." Asuna eventually shook her head and Negi did so too. "They can't. Neither can the people I work with, with the possible exception of Kotaro. We're alone in that way, even if we have fun with people, find friends and all... they can't truly understand what it's like to have been where we've been. You are, without any doubt, the person who is closest to me. You're my sister, as said, and I love you. You've been my strength and my source of determination for ten years now. I have been your support, your caretaker."
"We're united by this bond, we've traveled together this far together and it forges us together. And you're my family, my beloved sister, the girl I love more than any woman I might meet out there. It's that familial love, we are one, forged together and parts of each other. Perhaps someone might think that it's wrong but those people don't understand, they don't know what love really is." Negi slowly sneaked over his hand now and took Asuna's hand, smiling kindly at his sister.
"If we want to show this love to each other, why wouldn't we? It's illusions, the ideas people have about it. There are people so afraid of showing love that they refuse to even hug their children. They fear love, they fear affection, and that will follow them forever. It's like with Takamichi, in the end there's too little love in this world. And where should love not start, if not between family members, the love we're born into and that is the final form of all love?" Negi reached out now and ran one hand along Asuna's hair, stopping for a second to knock at the bell she wore there with his finger. "Do you think I preach?" he asked after a second. Asuna eventually shook her head.
"Not really..." she slowly said before she smiled. "I see how you mean. We're family..."
"...And if family can't be affectionate, who can?" Negi said and Asuna nodded. The atmosphere had become subdued now, even peaceful, as the two siblings looked at each other in a rare moment of what seemed like profound affection and love. Asuna eventually reached in again and gave her brother a tight hug, one Negi reciprocated. When she pulled back this time she reached into give him a kiss on the scar he carried on his cheek. Negi smiled at his sister with a seemingly happy and caring smile, yet below the surface his desires were raging tighter than ever before.
If the cellphone that started to ring now hadn't made it's call nobody could predict what would have happened. Negi gritted his teeth and nearly screamed with frustration but externally he only rolled his eyes and shrugged.
"I hate cellphones." he told Asuna, the girl laughing at her big brother's annoyance. Those three words was a stock phrase for Negi and he got out of his chair and took the cell-phone out of his pocket.
"It's Negi." he answered brusquely. It was a secret number and as he answered he was half a mind to tear whomever was calling a new one.
"It has been a while." a dry voice said in the other end and Negi froze. It was Fate! Negi's heart skipped a beat and he made his way out of the room. Whatever would come now Asuna shouldn't hear it. "So how is the club-business?" Fate asked, his emotionless voice parroting the usual casual talk to an effect that was nearly nightmarish.
"Eh well you know." Negi said, time for the usual talk, "A bit up, a bit down. Overall I'm doing fine though, was thinking of expanding a little."
"Is that so?" Fate asked. "I thought you had filled up Mahora, will you be opening clubs in the sewers?"
"Not really." Negi said. Normally that kind of question would have made him give up a small chuckle at the idea. But with Fate, nope. "There's this DJ group from Korea I've been thinking of offering a pair of gigs, saw that their albums sold well. I'd be the first in Japan to do it and I guess I could spin it into an entire festival."
"A fine idea." Fate said, "And a reason to celebrate too."
"You think?" Negi asked, his heart dropping slightly. That meant a meeting at Al's place. Officially Negi was still unaligned and Fate only met him at safe places. Al's brothel was that kind of place. "Well if you're up for it." Negi continued, "What about a trip downtown and a pair of martinis at the usual place?" Martinis his ass, but it was just as well to get the charade over with.
"Another fine idea." Fate said, actually getting something in his voice that Negi, had he been less terrified of the man and convinced of his utter inhumanity, would have pegged as warmth. "I'll be seeing you in an hour then."
"See ya there." Negi hung up the phone and gritted his teeth. God bloody damn it! He had been that close! Still, happy face, happy face, couldn't act angry around Asuna. He put down the phone in his pocket and turned around to walk back into the living room. However right behind him Asuna was standing, leaning against the wall with a wry look on her face
"No rest and no respite for the busy businessman:" she quipped, "I'll call some friends and we'll watch TV. I know how to order takeout and can lock the door myself. Off you go." She smiled at him and waved her fingers in a farewell gesture. Negi, who had been about to launch into an apology, was stumped and in the end all he did was smile and leaned in to give her a kiss in the cheek.
"I love you." he said with a smile before he walked out into the hallway, putting on his jacket and hunching down to take on his shoes. "I'll be home as soon as I can." he promised Asuna as he looked up from his tying of the second shoe, "I promise". As he got to his feet a pain stabbed through his wounded leg and he flinched slightly. Damn that leg! Asuna saw it too but Negi only shook his head. "It's all right." he assured her. "See you." Asuna smiled at him and nodded as Negi closed the door.
As he got into his car he gripped his teeth though. What the hell did Fate want now? He kept Mahora running, earning missions for the albino every week. He kept it all subdued and didn't' raise any more fuss than necessary. What more did the pale piece of shit want from him!
While he tore through the city streets he realized that he was furious and took a deep breath. No matter what Fate had been up to Negi knew that his boss wouldn't accept being trifled with. After the death of the Yukihiro head Fate had managed to install one of the children of the oyabun as the new leader of the Tokyo yakuza. The albino had moved with enough speed and determination that the situation never had had time to escalated into full warfare and the new chief, a moron no matter how you looked at it, had been blinded by Fate's fake sincerity and devotion enough that he had made Fate his advisor and nowadays Fate was the shadow-king of Tokyo.
Fate ruled Tokyo indirectly, Negi ruled a campus directly. Negi didn't have ay illusions about what took the most skill and knew that Fate was still way out of his league to take on. No matter what he had tried, no matter how indirect, sneaky or clever his subtle stabs at Fate's power-base had been the albino had countered them with a seemingly supernatural skill, it was as if he could read Negi's mind.
Eventually arriving at Al's brothel, Negi got out of the car and handed the keys to the bellhop. He got up the stairs with a slight effort, his leg not being too happy with stairs, and pushed his way inside the large foyer. The place was as gaudy as ever, the same chairs as always stood in one corner but the courtesans entertaining guests were different, as were the guests. Looking around, Negi managed to see one of the persons he'd been expecting would be here. Sitting by the bar with a large bottle of beer in front of him, the self-styled "Blood-king of Tokyo" was sitting, his characteristic mohawk being the sign that Negi recognized him by. Negi looked at his watch, seeing that he was about twenty minutes early, decided to walk up.
"Club soda." Negi said as he sat down next to the man, the bartender immediately noticing and acknowledging his order. The man who had been sitting with his beer only looked to the side however, a dry smile setting over his sharp features.
"So you were summoned too huh?" he said with a voice hoarse from screaming, smoking and drinking. "Makes you wonder what the hell he's up to."
"Good to see you too Tosaka." Negi said as he got his mineral water. Tossing the payment on the counter he took a sip of the carbonated water before he looked at the man. This man was one of the more bearable of Negi's peers in the hierarchy he was occupying despite his business in illegal fighting rings, dogfights and everything that meant bloodshed. Perhaps it was that he had worked his way up through the ranks as well, starting out as a gladiator who had managed to become a champion in the illegal blood-sports.
"So how's Mahora." Tosaka asked. "Kidnapped any more teens?"
"Any more people beaten to death?" Negi countered, making Tosaka chuckle.
"A few." he said, "It's these amateurs who thinks "ooh, bloodsports, wicked" and decides to fight even though they don't know shit about the ring."
"Good riddance I say." Negi took another sip of his water. He couldn't stand the people who went into this world with half-assed attitudes. They deserved everything that came to them.
"Well I'm the one who's being investigated for it." Tosaka said, "And since I can't pull that kind of sappy drama out of my ass that you did I have to pay millions for lawyers to do it instead."
"I suppose that does suck." Negi admitted, "Any ideas on how to counter it?"
"A few." Tosaka said. "Already in the works with it."
"Glad to hear it." Negi said, finishing the small dance of civility that was expected between Fate's lieutenants.
"Heard the latest?" Tosaka asked Negi now, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "Apparently one of Al's whores ran off the other week. Can't remember the name but it was one of those really run-down, the ones without any use unless you're a total freak about girls."
"No I didn't hear anything about that." Negi said, getting a bit concerned. If that girl had been any of the ones he had sent to Al he'd be in big risk of being exposed. "Did they find her?"
"Yeah they did." Tosaka said, "She tried to hide in the slums, some crack-den there, but they found her yesterday, dragged her out back and shot her."
"Well that's a relief." Negi said, "You sure you didn't catch her name?" Tosaka shrugged.
"Eh, it was A something... Ami... Aki..."
"Ako?" Negi asked, suddenly feeling mirth bubble up inside her. Tosaka snapped his fingers now.
"That's the name!" he said grinning slightly, "She was one of yours?"
"My first." Negi said, chuckling at the whole thing. "What are the odds of that?" Tosaka gave up a quick bark of laughter now. He raised his bottle now.
"To Ako," he said, "May she become cum-dump of the afterlife." Negi laughed as he raised his bottle and toasted Tosaka to that. They both took a deep swig of their respective drinks and when they were done they noticed who had come up to them.
"News spread swiftly, do they not?" Albiero asked with a sultry smile, the man hadn't changed one bit in eight years. "And from your toast I take it you won't attend he funeral?"
"Nah," Negi said, "I don't have time for study-trips to the waste incinerator." Tosaka chuckled at his words and Negi basked in the glory of the situation. Once, such a long time ago, he and Ako had been nearly equals. He had been a slum-kid working at the café and she had been one of its customers. Yet now he was so far above her that her death only merited crude jokes to him. He had taken her money, her ability to function without him, her virginity and in the end, he had even taken her freedom. With her he had built his staircase in order to climb and as he climbed she had fallen. This was how far he had come now, this was his progress, and he loved it.
"Do you have time for a meeting upstairs?" Albiero asked thee two men now and Negi nodded, taking one final sip of his club soda before he left it and headed for the elevator, accompanied by Tosaka and Albiero.
Upstairs the whole circle was gathered. Seated in Albiero's and Evangeline's luxurious couches was a full dozen men, all of them Fate's direct underlings and all of them belonging to the secret shadow-empire Fate had built, the underworld of the underworld. Tosaka and Negi walked inside and casually sat down in some of the free chairs that remained.
The entire gang was here. Embezzlers, extortionists, murderers, thieves, smugglers, drug-runners, traffickers. The entire crime register from A to Z was represented here. Fate had divided Tokyo into fifteen zones and handed control over each of them to one of his personally bred and trained lieutenants. Negi had been awed when he had realized that the things Fate had done with Negi had been things he had done with fifteen men, each of them hand-picked from the most diverse circumstances.
Also, seated in the chair by one of the short ends of the table was Fate himself. The albino looked as unassuming as ever, carrying the same, subdued clothes as usual and having the same, careless look on his face
"Then we can start." Fate said now and in one instant the room fell silent. Negi noticed yet again now masterful the albino was, a whisper could echo as loudly as a scream from this man. "The time has come to make the final move." Fate said now, "You all know that the Yukihiro are weakened and broken. They maintain their facades of civility and control but in truth their empire has crumbled a long time ago. With one final strike it will all be over. I've called you here because of that very reason." Fate leaned forwards now, clasping his hands in front of him.
"One night." he said now, "That's the time in which their empire will truly end. I've tracked them for a full year now and the day after tomorrow they will be spread all over Tokyo for various reasons, that's when we'll strike." Fate's two bodyguards stepped forth now and begun to hand out small envelopes to each of the gathered men. Negi took his envelope with a growing sense of unease. So the day had come at last... He couldn't say he was happy about it, something this big was risky like hell. Still, he knew Fate wouldn't be brash. "Open them." Fate said and the men all opened their envelopes. Negi looked down at his and a sinking sensation suddenly made its way into his guts.
Yukihiro Ayaka. This was not good, NOT good at all. So the brat daughter of the patriarch would be in Mahora in two days' time. And Negi was the one who...
"These are your targets." Fate said, "You will not speak to anyone about this, other than the thug you order to act for your sake. Choose someone you know will be able to do it, but also make sure that, above all else, there's nothing linking it to me. Understood?" A chorus of affirmations came from the gathered criminals and Fate nodded. "Then there is nothing more to say." he told them, leaning back in the armchair. "Go, and see to it that this is done."
The albino didn't need to bid them farewell, every last one of the people present knew that it was over now. In silence the twelve people all left. The gravitas of the man was choking, like an anaconda coiling around you, controlling all you did. They all feared Fate, the opportunistic, greedy and self-serving scum that now left all were terrified of the man, him more than of anything else. And the greater the risks he put them in was, the more they feared him.
As Negi got into the car he felt frustration well up inside him. This wasn't his kind of game... His playing field was Mahora, peddling drugs and helping students "vanish". These kind of games, these kind of power-plays, was above him. Fate had let him swim in his pond but now he called upon him to be a pawn in the game where the underworld of Tokyo was the prize. He gritted his teeth as his car sped across the streets of Tokyo. Even now... even after enough bloody years, after all these corpses, all these depravities, lies, trickery and villany he was still a small-timer, a little frog in a well, and Fate was towering high above him.
Fuck that freak of nature, fuck that pale-faced aberration of a semi-human! He hated Fate, hated him down to the very core of his being. His disgusting paleness, his smug attitude, his everpresent calmness, his seeming carelessness that in truth hid a sickening brilliance. Negi's car started to pick up speed as he travelled along the streets while his fists clenched around the wheel. Somehow... one day, one way or another he'd bring that freak down! He'd play along for now but sooner or later Fate would get careless, they always did, and Negi would be the first in line to carve through the neck keeping that unflappable, mutated face on his shoulders.
When he pulled up the driveway to his house it was dark and the lights from the windows were slicing through the darkness. Negi was still angry and slammed the door of the car shut with a loud slam. Stalking up the path to the house he ran a hand through his hair, the other clenching the note with the name on it. When he opened the door he was almost tackled by Asuna, who was dressed up to go outside.
"What's with the face?" she asked him when he appeared in the doorway. Negi realized that he was looking thunderous and did his best to shrug it off.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm the only person with half a brain in this business." he said, being intentionally vague. "Where are you going?"
"Just down to the store." she said. "We just ran out of potato chips."
"We who?" Negi asked, forcing himself to do small talk as he felt the smell on her breath. Great... Asuna had dug out some of the beer. Still, that was one issue Negi had long since decided to not care about. Asuna could drink if she wanted, she was his princess and he had no issues with her being an adult. She seemed only a little tipsy though, fortunately she had learned to hold her beer. He was more curious about who the others would be.
"Just Konoka." Asuna said as she jumped into her boots. "The others were busy."
"She's not going with you?" Negi asked innocently, recalling that her friend was not a good drinker. In fact her giddiness she naturally possessed usually doubled and her reasoning worsened. Curiously, that fact intrigued him a lot at the moment.
"Nah she's just a bit tired," Asuna said, confirming his assumptions while sighing. She was starting to look a bit worn out too. Maybe he should get her another coupon for a day at the spa to brighten her up. "I said I'd go get the snack and she could rest in the living room."
"You go and I'll watch her with the bucket," Negi joked, eliciting a smile and a giggle from her. It made him grin to joke with her after all that shit downtown.
"I'm trusting you to look after her," she teased, grabbing her purse and walking out.
"Oh believe me I will," Negi joked back, shouting down the hall at her as she vanished out of the door. Turning around, he made his way into the living room where Konoka was sitting in the sofa. The girl was obviously completely wasted, sitting with her head slowly bobbing up and down.. "I will indeed..." Negi smiled to himself, feeling that at last fate showed him some understanding.
"Oh" Konoka said, sounding both startled and disorientated as she saw him. She tried to get up but her arm gave way and she slumped back into the brown leather of the sofa. "Negi-san," she greeted sheepishly, making another valiant effort to get up. She was like a small doe having ended up on a frozen lake, unable to stand up no matter what she tried. She was so fragile... so easy... Negi`s smile grew deeper by the moment and his chuckle came involuntarily.
"How do you feel?" he asked as he walked up at her and sat down beside her, "Head a bit sore?" he cooed, noting well that she seemed to tense when he sat down to her. "Still haven't learned that drinking too much is bad for you?"
"I'm not that bad," Konoka said, blinking as if fighting off sleep. She made a dismissive gesture that was supposed to be to reassure Negi that she was fine but it came out like an uncontrolled flail instead.
"Don't worry Konoka-chan." he told her gently. "I've been there too, a little fun becomes some more and suddenly, whoops, you wake up on the other side of Tokyo in a bicycle stall with no pants and a bear sleeping right next to you." Konoka laughed at his joke, dumbly giggling as she found the joke too funny to stop cracking up at. It took her a few seconds before she could recover and by then Negi had turned so that he was sitting sideways in the sofa, his legs up on the seat as he faced Konoka. "You know something Konoka-chan?" Negi continued now, feeling a thrill inside him as the girl looked straight at him, so vulnerable, so defenseless. "I'm really happy you became Asuna's friend."
"Oh..." Konoka seemed at a loss for words now, blinking as a bright blush spread over her face. "Y-yeah..." she stuttered, seemingly getting a bit scared. The brazen clothes she was wearing, no doubt forced to it by Asuna, contrasted so much with her shy attitude. The short skirt, the tight, almost see-through, blouse and the lace underwear he could sense underneath didn't suit her personality at all. But it worked for him, it worked so well. "Asuna-chan is a really good friend. I'm happy that..." More Konoka didn't manage to say before Negi leaned in and captured her head by wrapping one hand behind it. Gently pushing her head against him, he met her halfway with a deep kiss, interrupting the girl before she could say anything more.
"I don't mean it like that..." Negi said softly, "Konoka-chan, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" Negi raised his other hand to run it along her chin, feeling the smooth skin under his thumb before he planted another soft kiss on her, this time on the cheek. He could hear how Konoka's breath was picking up pace and feel how she started to tremble. Pulling back a bit, he saw how her eyes were those of a girl in shock. Smiling again, he ran one hand through her long hair, gently playing with it.
"I don't understand it..." he whispered, " your hair..." he said as he twirled a lock of her hair around in his hand, "Your mouth..." he placed another kiss on her trembling lips. "Your skin..." he started kissing her face, pulling her closer to him so that she ended up being held against him. "You're like an angel, a beautiful, alluring angel."
"N-Negi-san..." Konoka whispered. Her hands having landed on his shoulders but doing nothing else. Negi interrupted her with another kiss on the mouth.
"Please..." he whispered to her, "Just say Negi... I want you to say my name Konoka... Konoka" he continued now, making sniffs of her hair as he pushed his face against hers so that his mouth was right next to her ear. That way she didn't see his smile when the next words came like soft velvet, wrapping itself around her soul. "I love you Konoka." he continued like that, saying the girl's name over and over again, intermingling them with soft declaration of his love. The girl tensed, being stiff and breathing shallowly as her virgin soul took in the honeyed words, unaware of the poisonous serpent slithering under it, wrapping itself around her heart and baring its venom-dripping fangs.
"B-but...Ne...gi" Konoka protested feebly, her breath shallow and quick as he kissed the nape of her neck. She was looking at him with a fervent, almost feverish gaze, seeming as if she blinked she'd wake up. "W-what abou... A-Asuna?"
"You let me worry about her." Negi said as he pulled back and brushed her hair from her forehead. Leaning his forehead against hers as he looked deep into her eyes, he put a finger on her trembling lips to stop her from saying anything more. He felt the smell of saké on her breath. It was almost overpowering. "She'll understand..." he continued, "I'll make her understand." he whispered, "I love you."
"I love you..." The girl in his arms whispered, melting like butter from the heat of his words. He captured her lips yet again and this time Konoka started to respond. She was clumsy, unskilled and crude, yet her lips tasted victory. She swallowed every last word he whispered to her. Poor stupid little girl... how gullible could one be? Yet... Negi was hungry now, hungry for the control he had over her. He gently pulled back from her clumsy responses and got distance enough that they could see each other clearly.
"Lie down." he said, pulling back so she had room enough to lie down. Konoka looked back at the sofa for a second, getting a confused furrow on her forehead. Negi nodded though, pointing at the sofa. "there." he said and Konoka only hesitated for a second before she lay down. It took the intoxicated girl some time to get into position, she moved slowly and uncertainly, but in the end she was lying down.
Negi savored the sight of her lying down. He could make out her panties now, her small breasts peaked up from her chest only a few inches at most and her head was slightly raised, looking at him. Negi stole a peek at his watch, seeing that there was plenty of time left, the store was half an hour away. Knowing Asuna, it would take perhaps up to an hour and a half, she never rushed things. He smiled again and started crawling along the sofa, taking his time as he slowly approached her, savoring intently the domination he would soon enjoy over her.. Negi came to hover above Konoka, standing on all fours as he leaned down to kiss her. The girl raised her hands to take his face in them but Negi stopped her and gently shook his head. Konoka pulled back immediately and Negi savored the feeling as much as he could.
The drunk girl was like clay in his hands and by god he was going to mold that clay. He reached one arm down to cup it on her sparse bosom, slowly kneading it as he traded kisses with her, invading her mouth with his tongue in an almost straight analogy of what he was doing to her soul as he twisted, coiled around and subdued her tongue.
Konoka was starting to moan, the inexperienced girl being overwhelmed by the sensations Negi put her through. Alternating between circular and vertical motions, his ministrations of her breast and his kisses made the girl's back arch. Negi knew what he did, and he did everything to drive the girl crazy, he could tell that she was starting to lose it. Using his hand like a claw with the fingers digging into the flesh he could tease her nipple with the palm, something that always worked. She was lying still, obediently keeping her arms at her sides even as she had to clench her fists into the sofa to stop herself from reaching up.
Negi smiled at her obedience and nervousness as he moved to unbutton her top. Opening it, he felt a small surge of delight at the sight, damn that looked tasty. Yet, he didn't have all time in the world... Also, Konoka had tasted the honey and loved it, now the next part came. Negi broke off, slowly pulling back as his hand left her breast. Slowly shaking his head, he started to rise up, moving away from her.
"What am I doing?" he asked, faking a tone of uncertainty. Konoka started to push herself up now. "Konoka I..." he looked at her eyes, seeing the confusion and the loss in them.
"Negi what's wrong?" she asked, her voice calling out for him to keep going. Negi didn't however, he instead sat back on the other end of the sofa.
"I'm sorry Konoka." he said, continuing to sound concerned and ashamed. "I shouldn't have done this. I'm an adult, I should know better."
"But I..." Konoka begun, starting to sit up. She didn't understand what he was talking about. What more, the sudden loss of the pleasure he had given her made the girl, whose inhibitions were gone due to the alcohol, desperate to get him back.
"You don't have to say anything Konoka..." Negi said slowly. "I can see it, you don't want this... I'm sorry, I was too quick, wasn't I?"
"No!" The girl beside him exclaimed, shaking her head. "You don't... I want it." she said, forcing herself to say the last words. Not from hesitation, but inexperience Negi was taking his time, being patient even though the frustration still boiled inside him. He had to get this stupid little thing to do as he wanted soon anyhow.
"If you really are..." Negi said slowly now, leaning back. Konoka's eyes were pitiful, even pathetic in their earnest desperation. He pretended to not look at her though and instead saw her reflection in one of the mirrors inside the room. He had to bite down on his lips to stop himself from smirking at her. She was so easy! "Show me." he continued.
"How?" Konoka asked at once, her voice betraying her eagerness to please. Negi raised a hand, making an urging gesture.
"I... what about your clothes?" he said, asking with a careful voice as to not frighten her. "I mean that's how you..." he paused now, not going to use any of the words he normally used about this sort of things. "...do it." he finished after a while. Konoka seemed to hesitate now, recoiling a bit. Of course, she had hardly even kissed boys before. Negi shook his head now, seeing her hesitation.
"I'm sorry, it was a stupid idea..." he said, starting to slowly get up from the couch while thinking to himself "Hook...line..."
"Okay!" Konoka exclaimed when she saw him get up. Negi looked at her now and saw how she already was starting to unbutton her top with trembling hands. "...and sinker..." he thought to himself, having to bite down even harder now to not smirk. The girl shivered now, slowly taking off her top as Negi sat down again, watching. It was going too slowly though and Negi reached out now, his hands touching her clothes as he stopped her when she was working on the last button.
"I'll help you..." he said, smiling kindly at her. The girl seemed frightened again now but she wouldn't back out, not now. Even though she startled at his touch, Negi carefully begun to strip her now. He ran his fingers over her body, keeping his eye contact with her as he ran his hands over her. She shivered when he removed her top, she closed her eyes and and looked away when he removed her bra, when he started to remove her skirt he could feel her flinch again. It was intoxicating, no matter what he thought of sex otherwise this was what he loved the most. She was afraid, yet submissive. Her lithe body trembled at his touch, not from excitement only, but just as much fear.
In the end she was completely naked with the exception of her panties. He wasn't going to rush with that anyhow. Instead he took her arm and led her to straddle him. As she sat on his lap, her crotch against his, he gave her one quick kiss. Just one, to keep her obedient. He smiled as he pulled back from her.
"Your turn..." he whispered as he reached back, waiting her her to move. It was with distinctly more eagerness that Konoka moved now, lured in by this fake show of equality he gave her with this. She took off his t-shirt clumsily, but quickly. When it was off she leaned in again to kiss him. Negi was amused by how she tried to be assertive but instead only came off as awkward and rushed. Stupid... what a stupid little bitch this girl was.
Yet, she could pull off his pants and his socks too without any incidents and now Negi felt how the eagerness started appearing. Finally his little hunt was drawing to its close... now he could start getting what he wanted. Pulling her back into her straddling position as he leaned back against the couch he pulled her close and sunk his tongue into her again, holding her against him as he deep kissed her once more. Negi had decided to get her a bit hot and bothered again before taking the next step, no reason to take any chances.
It worked like a charm, Konoka soon begun to moan into his mouth, panting as she writhed as much as his grip allowed her to. She tried to touch him, running her trembling hands over his face and his body but her inexperience, the sensations that were so new to her prevented her from focusing on the task for any great period of time. Soon he was pulling her strings like a puppet, making her move as he desired with use of her ereogneous zones and her fingers with the occasional flick from his tongue. All Konoka could do was to stimulate him as best as she could, her clumsy movements nevertheless managing to build a fire in him and making him eager to take this another step.
He then stopped. He didn't slowly break off or pull back, he merely stopped. Konoka kept going for a pair of seconds but then stopped as well. Pulling back, the girl looked at her. The alcohol-haze was still here, clouding her mind.
"What is it?" she asked him, finally not looking afraid at the interruption. She had been teased enough that she didn't hesitate any longer. The fire in her beckoned her to keep going. Taking his sweet time, Negi made sure to make his breath a bit forced and look tensed up. He eventually shook his head, giving her a forced smile.
"I'm sorry... I'm a bit wound up." he said, making it sound as though he was trying to not show that he felt bad. This was the delicate part, he had slightly less than an hour to go so he had the time to make her play his script.
"Why?" Konoka asked, slurring a bit before she shook her head. Negi embraced her for a moment now, letting their bodies exchange heat before he leaned back again. He sighed before he spoke up now.
"It's just... well..." he whispered into her ears, making a show of seemingly agitated and uncomfortable. Pulling back, he gave Konoka a wry smile, looking almost defeated.
"D-did I do something wrong?" Konoka asked now, the girl's eyes misting up. By god she was easily manipulated. This wasn't even a challenge.
"It's okay Konoka..." Negi said with a sigh while he still smiled. "It's your first time, right?" he looked at her with a faked look of sincerity and understanding on it. The girl blushed now, drawing an embarrassed breath. "Don't worry," he said to comfort her, "I understand, I'll tell you. In situations like this you're meant to give as well as get."
"What should I do?" Konoka asked now, blinking as she forced back her tears. Her answer was so quick that Negi was taken aback. She really wanted to please him, she was even further gone than he had thought. Negi reached in to kiss her again now and took one of her hands in his. As he begin to explore her mouth again he guided her hand down to his crotch and inside his underwear. She stiffened a bit when she felt his hardness however Negi gently but firmly steered her hand to wrap itself around him.
"Move your hand..." he told her and urged her to move up and down the shaft. Konoka begun to move her hands, holding a cramp-like grip on him but obediently doing as he told her. Negi felt how a small surge went through him now, not merely the stimulation, but the pleasure managing to control her gave. Each pump reminded him she was obeying his whims and desires. Her inexperience spoke volumes as she failed to maintain a rhythm but the control was more than a stable aphrodisiac to counteract his prey's inept skill. Yet he wasn't going to settle here.
"Konoka..." he whispered, making the girl look up at him even as she continued to massage him. "You're really good." he lied, pretending to be a bit awkward. "But..."
"What?" Konoka asked him, doing her best despite her inexperience
"I'm..." Negi pretended to be embarrassed now. "I'm happy that you're doing so good, I love this, but..." he looked away now, trying to seem ashamed. "I prefer it when..."
"When what?" Konoka asked, the stupid little girl so eager to please him.
"When a girl uses her mouth instead of her hand."
"M-mouth?" Konoka asked, seemingly not understanding. Apprehension made a comeback in her eyes and Negi acted on it at once.
"It's just like using your hands." he said smoothly, "believe me. I just like it better when a woman..." he smiled hesitantly towards her now, however internally he smirked as wide as he could when seeing how she responded to being called a woman. "...uses her mouth, is that a bad idea?"
Konoka hurriedly denied that she felt it was that. Her mouth started a rapid fire of denials, to the point that it started to irritate Negi. What she said after that however, made him surprised.
"I understand." she said as she started to get off him."A-Asuna told me something like that a while ago." Negi had to stop himself before he frowned. What the hell was Asuna doing talking about things like that? However outwardly he kept smiling at her.
"Let's get started then." he said as he took hold of her arm. He was somewhat rough as he forced her down on her knees in front of the sofa but Konoka didn't protest. Instead she got up, hesitantly looking at his underwear. "Take them off." Negi told her.
"Should I take mine off too?" Konoka asked and Negi almost laughed out loud. She made it so easy!
"If you want to." He said as he fought to keep his face straight. It wasn't like he was going to fuck her but still, it made up for her flat chest and would help the mood along. "It's up to you, do what you feel is right."
Surprise, the little girl swallowed the bait and soon she had gotten out of her panties, standing up only for a short while but still giving him enough time to see the patch of black hair between her legs. She kneeled down again and hesitantly reached for his underwear as well. A nod from Negi gave her courage and she soon had pulled them down.
The girl trembled even more now than she had done at any point up until now as she took him in her shivering hand, her eyes locked on it as she guided it towards her mouth. Swallowing, she slowly opened her mouth and positioned herself over him. Slowly, she begun to lower her mouth unto it, anxiety evident in her. She couldn't see his face so Negi didn't bother to hide his vicious smile now. Time for a bit more fun. Just as she was about to take it into her mouth he thrust upwards and pushed her head down with his hands, pushing his manhood out of her hand and into her mouth, past the lips, teeth and all the way down to the back of the mouth
Choking on it, the girl started to sputter as her muscles clenched in sudden panic. She did bite down on him somewhat but the sight of her doe eyes watering made the pain so worth it. In panic, the girl tried to force her head up again and Negi let go enough that she could only just get him out halfway. Her breathing was harsh, almost despairing, and she shook violently now. She looked up at him to the best of her abilities and Negi quickly smiled kindly at her.
"It's okay." he said kindly, "keep going." he encouraged her. What did she know of these things? Nothing, she was a stupid little virgin. She'd swallow whatever he fed her, literally and figuratively, because as far as she knew this was normal. Still shivering, the girl begun to suck on him now.
"Careful." Negi said, "Mind the teeth..." Konoka stopped now and nodded, making a small sound to show that she heard him. Negi relaxed now, indulging in the feeling of completely controlling her. She couldn't even speak now, being more like an animal he ordered around to obey his every whim. Negi folded his hands behund his head as he pondered this.
He kept instructing the girl, suck, not bite, use the lips, do this, do that. The pathetic, inexperienced girl did all she could to obey him, which wasn't much. He wondered if she had any sense of rhythm as all as she stopped for the umpteenth time. It was honestly getting annoying, not even another virgin would be able to enjoy what the little bitch was doing. Hell, even that mouse Ako had been roughly ten times as good as this.
More and more Negi started to feel like he had made a mistake. As much as this was something you had to practice, Konoka was worthless even for a virgin. He started to wonder if he had made a misjudgment when she was concerned, she seemed born to be useless at this. No wonder Asuna liked having this empty-headed little twerp around, Negi was amazed Konoka didn't use to drool.
Still, as worthless as she was, perhaps she'd make a good minion, or perhaps a trophy wife. She was obedient and had all the stupidity needed to quietly accept being tossed aside whenever her husband inevitably would want to go fuck someone else and not even she would be impossible to teach how to cook and clean.
In the end he got fed up, after over five minutes of careful instruction this stupid little shit still couldn't do anything right. His instructions seemed to go in through one ear and out of the other. Either the alcohol was stewing her brains completely or she was dumber than a fucking amoeba.
"Good work Konoka." he lied now, deciding he had to go to the next step if he wanted to get anywhere. The girl stopped now, letting his saliva-coated member out of her mouth and looked up at him, naked hope in her eyes.
"Was it good?" she asked him hesitantly. Negi wanted to slap her and yell "No you stupid bitch!" but he held his tongue. He had a much better idea for how to punish her. An idea that made him twitch with eagerness.
"Really good." he said as he leaned forwards, embracing her and pulling her up to the sofa again. "I want to do something..." he whispered into her ear now, nuzzling her neck.
"What?" Konoka asked, her voice so sickeningly sweet and tender he almost shivered in disgust.
"I want to love you like lovers do." he whispered. He sounded tender as well but internally he was seething with anger over how worthless Konoka was. Her pathetic display had only served to piss him off even more.
"Do you... mean sex?" Konoka asked. Of course he meant that, what did the stupid flat-chest thing he meant?
"No." he said however. "For people like us, for you and me... it's making love." love, what a dumb word that one. But it worked, this little shit would swallow it like nothing and gladly bend over for him to give her what she deserved for sucking so badly. Konoka's face showed uncertainty still but Negi wasn't in the mood for talking. Instead he forced her to her feet and pushed forwards so she was standing with her hands on the backrest of the sofa.
Stepping in behind her, without any care, gentleness or compassion he roughly shoved himself into her. He was rough enough that Konoka's legs buckled, her knees slamming into the hard edge of the sofa and her head almost slamming into the windowsill. With one, brutal thrust he had sullied her, broken her hymen and sullied her fantasy delusions of love forever.
Negi kept thrusting now, planning to use Konoka for the only thing she seemed good at, a container to come into. He shoved into her with all his strength and brutality, the girl tensing up totally to support herself as much as he could. Yet even though all this she didn't even scream. Negi felt angered by this fact, wondering if she was so stupid she couldn't even scream. Things like these hurt, immensely, why didn't the stupid shit scream?
"Scream damn it!" he was that close to yell it, but he managed to choke it back, transforming it into what sounded like a moan. Yet Konoka didn't even moan, she just stood there silently, letting him continue without doing anything.
In the end however, she worked well enough that Negi could reach the end. Tensing up, he shoved one last time into her as he begun to empty himself into her. Konoka buckled again, ending up with one forearm entirely on the backrest as Negi twitched inside her, pumping into her bleeding insides. He wrapped his arms around her to stop her from trying to thrash and dig himself as deep into her as possible.
When he finally was spent he let go of her, watching as the girl's legs gave way under her and she sunk to the floor, supporting herself as best as she could on the sofa. Negi took a step back and watched as from between her legs, a mixture of white and red was dripping forth, evidence of her violation. He probably shouldn't have come inside her but at the moment he didn't give a shit, the meat had served its purpose.
Idly, he thought about what a pity it was that she couldn't be sent to Albiero's brothel. Virgins hated the doggy-style, being frightened by it as a rule. They lost all control, were powerless, especially if you grabbed their arms. Yet she hadn't complained the least. Oh well, a pity but such was life. As if to punctuate it, Konoka fell to the floor totally, not managing to hold herself up even that much any longer. She hit the floor with a thud, her head lolling to the side. Her eyes were glazed over from the shock and the trauma and Negi found himself chuckling at the sight. He shoved Konoka with his foot to get her off the carpet before she could leave any stains on it and walked to take a shower, he'd deal with her after he had freshened up. Looking at the clock he smiled even more, he had more than enough time.
When Asuna got back from her sojourn to the grocery store she walked into the living room only to see Negi standing on his knees and wiping the floor. Blinking to herself, the girl looked around to see that her friend was nowhere to be found.
"Hey there hime." Negi said, looking up at her with a smile. "Did everything go well." Asuna looked around a bit more, still being severely tipsy.
"Yeah..." the girl said. "Where's Konoka?" she asked. Negi shrugged and indicated the wet section of the floor.
"Your friend had a little accident." he said, shrugging. "I helped her clean up and got her up to the guestroom. Asuna groaned now.
"Aw maan!" she whined. All she got for that was Negi laughing at her.
"Were you thinking of continuing?" her brother asked and Asuna threw herself into the sofa, feeling some kind of smell as she did so. Was that the smell of puke? Oh great...
"Yeah..." she muttered, idly tearing open the bag of chips she had bought. "I just walked around for an hour for no good reason!" she complained. Negi got up on his feet now and lifted the bucket of water he had by his side.
"Hey, hey, it's okay." he told her. "And hey, if you don't mind your stupid old brother he'd gladly keep you company." Asuna looked up at Negi now, suddenly smiling wickedly.
"Sold!" she yelled, sitting up straight. "Go and get some more to drink while I check up on Konoka, you've got one minute!" Negi laughed now as he hurried out into the kitchen and Asuna took a mouthful of potato chips as she thanked god that at least her brother was still up and going. He really was a convenient person to have around, he was cool enough that she didn't have to feel ashamed over him, he looked good that nobody could remark on that, he had an awesome job and also had always let her do pretty much what she wanted.
Getting up, she made her way up the stairs to the guest room and opened the door as carefully as she could in her current intoxicated state. Looking inside, she saw a shape that had to be Konoka lie splayed over the bed with a blanket draped over her. Soft snores could be heard from her and Asuna shrugged. Yep, Konoka was out. Sniffing a bit, Asuna realized that she couldn't feel any smell from her and wondered if Negi had let her shower or something.
Either way, Konoka was in a good place and she could go back to having fun. Closing the door, she got down the stairs again and got out into the living room just in time to see Negi putting several bottles down on the table. Her brother sat down and Asuna jumped him now, ending up straddling him and hugging him.
"You're the best!" she squealed, feeling an almost childish joy that the evening wasn't over already. Negi returned the hug and Asuna got off him, sitting down next to him. Opening two of the bottles, he handed her one and raised his bottle.
"To me then." he grinned and they toasted. Asuna raised the bottle to her lips and begun to chug down the beer. She initially had hated the taste but after four years it had become an acquired taste. Now she loved it and she emptied half the bottle on the first swig. Putting it down, she leaned back and smiled. Sometimes life was good...
Then a loud bam could be heard from the door. Negi and Asuna both startled and Negi was up in one instant. His eyes were wide and he rushed over to the door to see what was happening. Yet, he had hardly reached the door before armed figures came rushing at him, all of them clothed in black and with balaclavas covering their faces. Negi was kicked back into the room and landed roughly on the floor, several sub-machine guns being pointed at him.
"SAT!" A hoarse voice roared, "Don't move, put your hands above your heads, do it now!" the commands came rapidly and heavily. Asuna screamed behind him as another armed figure restrained her, pushing her down on the floor and handcuffing her. Negi saw red, turning around to try to reach her but only got a boot to his back for the trouble. Four men restrained him as a fifth handcuffed him and pulled a black bag over his head.
In ten seconds the assault was finished, out on the lawn a black-suited man looked dispassionately on the house as the armed policemen of Japan's Special Assault Teams dragged the subject away from the house. The captain came up to him and saluted.
"Mission complete sir." he said. "The subject was unarmed and caught by surprise. My men are searching through the house as we speak."
"Report any findings to me." the man said. "We've already got them all but it never hurts to add some finishing touches to it."
"Yes sir!" the officer replied with a sharp salute and within a minute the findings just kept coming, the most dramatic one being the unconscious girl on the upper floor which, despite the obvious cleaning she had been subjected through, still carried evidence of rape on her body.
Far away, in a run-down apartment in the poorer parts of Tokyo, Kotaro sank down to his knees. His now emptied gun fell limply from his hands as he stumbled, feeling so strange. He felt numb, not at all like he had expected it to feel... in the end he stumbled forwards even more, ending up on all four before one hand reached up to feel his chest. Why couldn't he breathe? Feeling something wet, he pulled away to see blood, blood that had started to froth. Through the haze that started to form he idly remembered that if you saw these bubbles it meant the lung was hit.
Strange... he hadn't even felt it. Looking up, he took in the worn white wallpapers now filled with bullet holes, the dirt-brown floor now stained with blood and with two of the cops that had tried to arrest him already lying dead on it. They had been hit in the face both of them, large parts of their heads missing. They sure hadn't felt it, they hadn't had time.. but he... his lungs.. why didn't he feel it?
Why?
He didn't find the answer, it refused to come to him. Yet other thoughts came unbidden. A surge of memories flashed past him, one after one. The dirty, poor orphanage where he had grown up after the mother he didn't remember died from a crack overdose. A memory of the first person he had beaten up flashed by, a small, scrawny kid who had tried to steal a magazine he was looking at. Kotaro had been thrown out of the orphanage, only 7 years old, after he beat the child's face bloody.
The years he had spent scavenging from thrash cans and running errands for small time crooks flashed by in a painful blur. He had been less than dirt, a thing to be used in whatever way the thugs and crooks he got pittances from saw fit. Often he had merely been used and cheated, sometimes abused and worse.
Slowly, however, he had grown into his right, hadn't he? He had become older and stronger, soon bossing the other street urchins around and beating them up whenever they got uppity. It was also then that he discovered knives, discovered how much more satisfying it was to carve through someone than merely beat them. He hadn't become one of those who needed to carve things up just for the rush, not quite, but the enjoyment was there, was genuine.
Negi... he had found him again when he was sixteen and one of the more infamous thugs on the block. He remembered how his old friend had managed to stay so pure, so uncorrupted; he even took care of a little kid on his own. It had angered to see Negi like that, the moral high ground his friend took had hurt his eyes, especially when he saw how the guy got his dignity shat upon by everyone around him. When his friend finally snapped it had been the happiest day of Kotaro's life.
And that Negi could have gone so far... he never would have thought it. Kotaro had only had to show him some of the ropes and then all of a sudden his friend was shooting upwards, learning the trade as fast as could be. In the end, he had become the boss.
It had all gone so well, they had become kings, ruling over Mahora. Kotaro had had it all, money, women, drugs, violence. Why was he now here, bleeding on the floor? Why? Kotaro soon fell down to the floor completely, dying as soon as he hit it from the gunshot wounds. The three remaining police officers advanced slowly on him, calling for an ambulance even though it was already too late for him. He came from the gutter and in the end he died there, unable to leave it behind.
Keitaro snarled, an inhuman snarl filled with rage as he threw himself upon the police officer right in front of him. His sudden action meant the man fired his gun one instant too late and Keitaro got out of the way. That little worm! As Keitaro tore at the man's face with his fingers, managing to get his ring finger into the man's eyes, all he could feel was contempt. Contempt for the weakling in front of him. For the first time he actually looked down on one of these people and he couldn't help but love it.
Pushing as hard as he could, he squeezed the man's eye as far back into the skull as possible and then even deeper. The sickening sound and feel only made him grin and the scream of pain only further aggravated the pleasure. Even as one of the policeman's colleagues grabbed him and forced him to the ground he couldn't help but grin.
Weird, he got attacked by cops while walking through a back-alley and was now pushed against the dirty ground. Yet all he could feel was happiness, happiness over that one eye.
All across Tokyo the police struck, everything from local patrolmen to SAT-units bursting into everything from small apartments in dinghy tenements to luxurious skyscrapers. The raid was the largest one in the history of Japan, carried out with precision, speed and ruthlessness. Years of careful planning came to a head on this autumn day, moles, wiretapping and every last trick in the books of surveillance and espionage having been used as the government of Japan cracked down with all their might upon the underworld of Tokyo, Kyoto and a full dozen other cities.
Analysts would later remark dryly that the only kinds of crime syndicates that had been targeted were the "foreign-way" syndicates, those not like the traditional Yakuza families. From small immigrant groups selling drugs to large syndicates involved in everything from drugs to trafficking, all of them were violent, ruthless and, above all other things, foreign in either nature, personnel or attitudes. Many raised the question if this was primarily a display of justice or nationalism, was the main purpose law and order or to remove those crime syndicates who did not obey the unwritten laws of the Japanese crime-world?
For hundreds of people this was a moot question however as they were hauled away by the police from their homes, from their workplaces, from everywhere, to an uncertain future at the hands of a judiciary system eager to make examples.
