Author's Notes 05/22/2015: In case you're wonder, yes I severely truncated Dr. Batty and Ragyo's sex scene and rewrote those parts to the point where it still happens, albeit off-screen. I honestly think the rewritten portions are much funnier and easier on the brain and eyes than what was originally there.
Even a crazy S.O.B. like me has his limits in shocking you, my faithful readers and I apologize for stepping out of line at that point of time.
Nonetheless, the rest of the chapter was left intact, so feel free to enjoy Chapter 21 without having to skip that specific section or shutting the browser off out of complete disgust.
Some time after retreating from Ōsaka back to Honno City, Richard Batty pulled up at the Kiryuin Conglomerate headquarters, opened his passenger seat door and fell out of the hearse with the entire lower half of his body completely drenched in blood.
As he laid on the ground, slowly losing grip of reality, he began to cough up to the point where he took his hat off, pulled his mask off, shoved the mask into one of his coat pockets and pulled a somewhat aged vial containing a suspicious looking liquid in it.
While Richard laid on the ground, holding onto the vial, he recalled a memory of him visiting the Mescalero Apache tribe in New Mexico as a young man. The memory in particular was of him conversing with an aging medicine man, who turned out to be the individual to give him the vial in the first place.
"If you drink this potion in your most vulnerable moment, you'll become a god to men." the medicine man told Richard in his memory as he filled up a vial with said potion. "The ancients have spoke to me of a person from up north becoming a vessel of great power and as far as I know, you must be who they spoke of."
"That's oddly coincidental." a younger, less wrinkly encrusted Richard nonchalantly replied to the medicine man in his flashback, all while accepting the potion. "So...from what I gather...i'm not supposed to drink it until i'm near death, right?"
"That is correct, young man. You don't drink until your soul tries to break away from your body."
"Okay, sir." Richard in his recollection replied while nodding his head, all while he began to drink the potion in his present day self, drooling blood and saliva that got all over his nice clothes.
Right as he swallowed the potion, Richard's body got stiff and began to go into some fairly violent looking convulsions that lasted for several seconds until he went still completely, looking like he died.
However...two minutes after seemingly going cold, Richard opened his eyes and gasped for air as everything inside him began to work again. He reached for the driver door of the hearse, which helped him stand back up, noticed that the bleeding from his wound had stopped and was starting to heal itself up, which made him remark to himself, "Interesting. I guess that potion really was more than just some typical Native American juju."
No longer feeling any pain, Richard put his mask and hat back on and proceeded to walk towards the entrance doors of the Kiryuin Conglomerate headquarters, now feeling like a new man. Perhaps...an unstoppable man.
"Richard, you did an admirable job trying to get my girls back for me but as you've seen for yourself, they're quite a handful." Ragyo told him as he was seen wearing his glasses and, of all things, a plain white sequin bath robe, all while holding onto a glass of ice cold whiskey.
"Yes, your two younger daughters just wouldn't cooperate with me." Richard replied as he took a sip of his whiskey, right as Ragyo, who was wearing the same dress she wore when she "purified" Satsuki, sat down and poured herself a glass of red wine, something she hasn't done too much as of late. "Which is why I had no choice but to take the life of that Masanori Kakinomoto fellow. Not a murder i'm too thrilled to have committed, but a necessary evil nonetheless."
"I know how you feel, Richard. However, i'm sure you'll be able to help his fiance overcome her grief, harvest whatever anger she's building up and make her a powerful ally to us." Ragyo replied back after she sipped on her glass of red wine.
"Indeed she will, Ragyo. I'll give him some intimate therapy sessions and use all of my past experiences to sculpt her into an ideal weapon for us." Richard responded while smirking as he drank more of his whiskey.
"And with that said, I have thought of a very good plan to help you with your mission, Richard."
"What could that be, Ragyo?"
"I want you to recruit five other individuals to work alongside you and Ms. Nishimura to assist you on your mission to get Ryuko and Satsuki back to me. It doesn't matter who or what you get for your team, I just need a unit that can work together as efficiently as possible."
"I see. Perhaps...perhaps I can dive into my client list and see if there's anyone that might be suitable for the job. I've had plenty of patients over the years who've informed me of some fairly sordid things that could translate well to my mission."
"I actually really like the sound of that, Richard. Using your own patients, much like you're going to do with Ms. Nishimura, as assets in your mission. Very bold, brilliant plan." Ragyo spoke as she suddenly felt rather euphoric and started to rub her legs against each other. Without warning, she put her glass of red wine aside, stood up, took a few steps towards Richard, got down on her knees and added, "So brilliant, it makes me want to rub your magic lamp with my fingers."
"...excuse me, Ragyo? Are you offering...a hand job to me?" Richard replied, greatly surprised by what she wants to do to him.
"I always wanted to do extremely filthy things to you when I laid my eyes on you back when you were one of the semen donors for my little experiment back in the eighties but now that we're working towards the same goal, perhaps it's time you actually man handle my body." Ragyo coyly replied back while sporting a rather chilling smile as she looked up at Richard and fiddled his crotch with her fingers.
"We were young back then, but look at us now, Ragyo. I know you're still quite the looker but father time hasn't been too kind to me lately. Why would you want to do it with me? A man who has spent the past decade fucking people up as opposed to actually fucking?" Richard asked as he was still relatively surprised by Lady Kiryuin's offer.
"It's because you're the only man with plans ambitious and grand enough to satisfy my desires and...I owe you one from the last time we saw each other." Ragyo responded as she temporarily seized her impromptu handy work on Richard's groin.
"Well...I can't disagree with that. Get up here, you magnificent bitch!" Richard spoke back as he raised his voice and became rather enthusiastic over having sex with Ragyo, who hoisted herself up and leaned against the therapist at day, serial killer at night who firmly squeezed her breasts and engaged in a rather intimate act of spit swapping with the founder of REVOCS and the Kiryuin Conglomerate.
"Lady Kiryuin, I have finished sorting all of REVOCS' earnings from last month." Rei Hououmaru spoke out as she was seen knocking on the door to Ragyo's private office. However, she then suddenly heard some loud moaning that caught her off-guard and prompted her to quietly remark to herself, "Well...I guess she'll have to see these reports another time."
"Is there something wrong with our lady?" Takiji asked Rei as he was seen passing down the hallway and stopped upon hearing the moaning emitting from behind the door to Ragyo's office.
"I think she's getting it on with our visitor, Takiji Kuroido." Rei shrugged back as the moaning echoing from the room intensified a great deal, complete with several vulgar attempts at erotic wordplay being spewed out of Ragyo and Dr. Batty's mouths. "And...they're getting quite nasty with each other too."
"I never heard her talk that trashy with Gi Man whenever I would pass by the room while they're bedding each other." Takiji responded, equally surprised by the kind of words his and Rei's boss was saying. "Perhaps we should keep listening just for the hell of it, Ms. Hououmaru?"
"Might as well." Rei nonchalantly replied as she decided to sit down against a wall near by the door while Takiji did the same on the wall opposite of his coworker. "Got nothing better to do at the moment.
A dark room. Another dark room. A dark room with a smell you could only indulge in if you spent a visit to a hospital.
Maiko Ogure was seen laying down on a hospital bed, now sporting a medical eye patch on her right eye. The eye that she lost when fighting Ragyo Kiryuin's personal army when they were seizing control of Tokyo. Not only she was laying down on it, she was, by all means, bounded to it, all thanks to her hands being cuffed against the bed, revealing that not only she's spending time in a hospital, she will indeed head to prison once she recovers in a satisfactory way.
This normally brash and cunning young woman was completely unconscious, a sight that not many in her circle of friends had seen. However, due to not being alert of what was going on around her, she had no idea that a barefoot individual in a black hoodie and ragged blue jeans had opened the door and entered her room. Holding onto what appeared to be Maiko's iPad.
The individual then walked up to the bed Maiko was sleeping on, planted the iPad on top of the young girl's chest, broke the chains of the cuffs on said young girl's right hand in half and whispered, "I know I cannot do much to help, Maiko Ogure, but hopefully you'll be able to get back in contact with Isshin Matoi, Tsumugu Kinagase and the others for me."
The person, who turned out to be none other than Nui Harime, then pushed her arms against her chest, partially crouched down and added in a somewhat pain ridden tone, "I...wish...really fucking wish I was still taking my damn prescription. If I was, perhaps we all could've averted this disaster but...oh no...that monster's trying to regain control of my body again. Please...Maiko Ogure. Please tell Isshin that the Nui Harime that he helped out and gave a normal life is still very, very much alive. Just...please! Do it for me!", but as soon as she started to tremble in a rather violent way, she finished up her pseudo monologue to Maiko and immediately darted out of the room, slamming the door shut, which actually snapped Maiko out of her slumber.
"The hell was that?" Maiko quietly muttered to herself as she looked around the darkened room she found herself in, only to then notice that her right arm was free and spotted the iPad Nui left for her. She the picked it up, turned it on and managed to get connected to her hacking program, which allowed her to begin recording a message for the Nudist Beach headquarters in Ōsaka.
A message to tell Ryuko and the others that she's still alive and kicking in spite of being captured by the enemy.
"How much longer are they keep going to do it with each other?" Rei shrugged as she grew weary by overhearing their boss' prolonged love making session. "I swear its almost been an hour or something."
"It seems like that." Takiji nodded while sharing the same sentiment. "I love Lady Kiryuin and have a great deal of respect towards her, but I would prefer if she acted like ladylike while having sexual intercourse with people she only had just met."
"They sure don't sound like they only just met each other while screwing their brains out." Rei replied, disagreeing with Takiji's theory. "Perhaps they go back a lot further than we think."
"Makes sense for her to hire someone she had met many years ago." Takiji replied back, agreeing with what the young ebony colored lady was telling him. "She probably met Dr. Batty while traveling overseas at some point. Maybe he was one of the semen donors for her little 'playing god' project back in the nineteen eighties or something."
"Sounds about right. Things do kinda match up if you put it that way." Rei nodded in acknowledgement. "Anyhow, i'm getting sick of hearing this. Perhaps we should grab a bite and pick things back up when she's not busy fooling with her guest."
"I like the sound of that." Takiji responded as he and Rei then stood up and walked away as Ragyo Kiryuin and Dr. Richard Batty's sex session grew more intense and perverse. "How does yakisoba sound?"
"As long as it has some meat on it, i'm game." Rei spoke back as she and Takiji entered an elevator, pressed the button to tell it go to the lobby and quietly stood alongside him as the elevator doors closed, prompting it to descend to the lobby.
Back at Nudist Beach HQ, a sweaty looking, tensed up Nonon Jakuzure was seen strumming her guitar at a very rapid pace, making quite a racket with it.
"Fuck you, Ragyo Kiryuin! Fuck you for making our lives a living hell!" she screamed as her fingers speedily plucked the guitar strings and frantically ran down the fret board. Due to a combination of her pent up frustrations and the lightning fast speed she was playing up, the metallic strings sharply slid against her fingers in a rather sickening, stomach churning manner, causing several flesh wounds on her finger tips that led to a small but noticeable amount of blood gushing onto her guitar.
"Aw shit!" she snapped in an annoyed tone as soon as she felt a slight sharp pain shoot through the fingers on her right hand. She then tossed her guitar aside, looked at her hands and discovered they were a runny, bloody mess.
"Oh jeez." Nonon remarked as she frantically wiggled her hands and jogged towards a rather big jar of ice cold water resting on a table. She then pushed her bleeding hands into it and winced in pain as the water took on a pinkish hue, showcasing that her blood was tainting the water and flowing throughout it. "I did quite a number on myself."
Once the jar was a bit too grotesque to look at and her hands started to get too cold, Nonon pulled them out of it and shook a bit of water and blood off her hands as she reached out for a towel to clean them up more properly.
"Are you okay, Nonon-chan?" Mako asked as she suddenly popped out of a corner, still acting as eccentric as usual.
"Rather pissed to be honest." Nonon stammered back as she clenched her teeth together out of frustration. "That masked asshole killed a friend all because my goku uniform disintegrated! Fuck, I feel like a jerk."
"You knew that Masanori guy too? Wow. No wonder why you and Satsuki-chan have been taking his death pretty hard." Mako replied in an attempt to comfort the pink haired girl in her own oddball way. "Maybe I can have my mom whip up some of her famous croquettes to make you feel better!"
"Fuck no, Mako. I can't eat while depressed. That kind of shit is how people get fat for fuck's sake!" Nonon yelled back, considerably offended by Mako's suggestion, which did make the girl with the bowl haircut quite disappointed but not discouraged.
"Oh. Well...maybe I could take you and Satsuki out to a movie. There's gotta be something cheerful for all of us to watch."
"Uhhhh...I guess that would be just fine...for me at least. I dunno about Satsuki though. She's been borderline catatonic since that dickhead in a mask ran away like a spineless coward. I hope the bastard lost consciousness from blood loss, crashed his hearse and died. Fucker deserved that for killing my best friend's ex."
"Gee, Nonon-chan. That's a little harsh."
"Harsh, but understandable." Gamagoori added as he was suddenly seen standing behind Mako, which startled her quite a bit.
"GAAAAAHHHH! I didn't know you were there, Gamagoori-san! So, so, so, so sorry!" Mako shrieked as she flew into the air and landed on a wall that she was inexplicably be able to hang onto for several seconds.
"No need to...ahem...apologize, Mankanshoku." Gamagoori replied as his voice lightened up a bit and his cheeks turned a little pink just by being in Mako's presence. Nonon was also seen hovering her right hand over her mouth and lightly laughing, amused by how much affection the giant has towards the goof that is Ryuko's friend.
"Uhhhh...okay, Gamagoori son. I understand." Mako replied back as she suddenly popped back up in front of the massive tan skinned, blonde haired man and nodded her head in a rather innocuous manner.
"Did you speak to Satsuki, Gama?" Nonon asked Ira as she switched back to taking things a bit more seriously.
"Yeah." Gamagoori solemnly replied, hinting that things aren't too good now. "No improvement, unfortunately."
"So she's still acting like a vegetable?"
"Pretty much. Sometimes it seems like she's more of a statue than a living breathing organism. Kinda scary in my opinion."
"She did tell me one time that she never wanted to kill anyone after that fight with that big ass robot a while back and since she not only had to kill another person but also do so because someone killed Masanori in front of her, it seems like she...malfunctioned or something. I...don't know what to say."
"Yeah. That and having received the bad touch from Ragyo, who also turned out to be her mother, plus all those other things you mentioned, probably just broke her. It's really depressing for me to see such a strong individual like her broken like that."
"Same here, Gama." Nonon responded as he nodded her head.
"If you ask me, Nonon, Satsuki's taking this far worse than how Inumuta dealt with his father's demise."
"That's probably because his old man was kinda a drunken mess by the time Ragyo killed him. I mean...yeah he felt like shit for losing his dad, but as far as i'm concerned, losing a lover is far more painful than losing your parents. But...not as painful as losing a beloved pet. The loss of a furry friend, in my opinion, is the biggest fucking heartbreak of human fragility."
"That's rather eloquent coming from an individual like you, Jakuzure." Inumuta spoke up as he entered the room, impressed by Nonon's impromptu monologue.
"That's as majestic as you're gonna see me, doggy!" Nonon snapped back as she stuck her tongue out. "I'm not always as verbally beautiful as Ellens dritter Gesang, but when I am, you know as damn well it's gonna be pretty as fuck."
"But your looks do quite, quite, quite, quite match up in beauty with that...ummm...what is Ellens thing actually supposed to be, Nonon-chan? I'm drawing blanks." Mako butted in as she initially seemed to have a grasp at Nonon's comparison but totally lost it as she realized she didn't recognize what Nonon compared her speeches to at all, complete with cartoonish, three dimensional question marks that suddenly appeared over her head, only to disappear AND suddenly reappear in sheer milliseconds.
"Don't overwork your brain over trying to think what that old composition is, Mako. I was just making that comparison to hone in a point to doggy, who still quite gets on my nerves for being a bit of a computer schmuck."
"I heard that, dammit!" Inumuta yelled back, annoyed that Nonon dissed him. "You're quite possibly the only person to acknowledge their own ongoing tragedy, yet still act like a dickhead to them just for shits and giggles, snakey! It's bullshit and i'm pretty sure you know, smell it and see it. Not that i'm paraphrasing an old American rock song from the late 80s to spice my complaint up."
"Not only you reinforced why I think you're a schmuck, doggy, but you amused me by aping how I compare and contrast things. Very cute." Nonon snickered, sporting a bit of a snide attitude towards Inumuta.
"Why do you keep calling me a schmuck? Wouldn't it accomplish more to just call me a nerd or a geek?" Inumuta asked the pink haired spitfire, trying to decipher her seeming cryptic attitude.
"I may be an asshole, doggy, but calling you either would be too much of a cunt move even for my standards." Nonon spouted back, still sounding pretty sardonic but also rather annoyed that Inumuta was trying to examine her.
"Then how the hell was I supposed to know that, dammit?" Inumuta shouted as he grew rather frustrated with Nonon's attitude.
"Screw this shit, doggy. I'm done with this argument. I gotta bandage my hands up and feed Salieri before he starves to death." Nonon stammered back as she walked away and left the room, leaving the others by themselves.
"Bitch underestimated how much it hurt for me to lose my pops, Gamagoori." Inumuta told Ira as they and Mako stood in the echo chamber sans Nonon.
"Not really, Inumuta. She probably understood your pain but just likes to antagonize you somehow for shits and giggles, perhaps."
"As shitty as that sounds, Gamagoori, that's probably correct." Inumuta shrugged as he took his glasses off and cleaned their lenses with a wipe pad.
"You guys are really, really, really dysfunctional!" Mako exclaimed, dumbfounded that the chemistry of Satsuki's friends are just as shaky as her friendship with Ryuko.
"Richard. That was the best sex I had in years." Ragyo seductively moaned while smiling as Dr. Batty was seen hunkering down onto her back end as they were seen laying down on the floor of the former's office, exhausted, frizzled and drenched in sweat. "I feel so young again."
"I personally feel like I tapped into some friggin' fountain of youth right now." Richard responded, feeling just as euphoric as Ragyo. "Perhaps that's what happens when you have sex in the first time in over fifteen years."
"And I bet it was better than the sex you had fifteen years prior, Richard." Ragyo coyly spoke back, sporting a shockingly adorable smirk.
"Exactly." Richard told Ragyo as he turned his head towards hers and pecked her lips with a passionate kiss. A strange sight for a psychopath and a megalomanic CEO.
Holy shit, Dick! You actually fucked a bitch for once. I'm very impressed.
Although Richard heard his mask (which was resting inside his partially opened briefcase) comment on his just finished sex session with Ragyo Kiryuin, he didn't bother to reply, instead savoring the time he's spending cuddling with Ragyo for his own enjoyment.
Back at the Nudist Beach headquarters, Satsuki Matoi was seen sitting on a steel chair, looking completely glazed and lost, complete with a seemingly soulless stare at the other end of the room. The sudden demise of Masanori Kakinomoto seemed to have really taken a toll on her, depriving her of joy and happiness and reducing her to, as Nonon best put it, a vegetable.
"Satsuki Matoi. Satsuki Matoi! Please say something to me! Please!" Junketsu shouted as his wearer did not utter a single word and acted more like a mannequin than a human being. "Please do it for your friends."
Not a single response came out of her lips, much to her kamui's chagrin.
"God dammit, Satsuki Matoi! Don't do this to me!" Junketsu added as he grew more concern for his wearer's seemingly damaged mental state.
Before the kamui could say anything else, the door to the room he and Satsuki were sitting in slammed open, only for Ryuko Kiryuin to subsequently enter it and aggressively shout out, "I'll handle this shit, Junketsu!"
"Don't get too rough with my Satsuki Matoi now, Ryuko Kiryuin." Junketsu reluctantly replied to his wearer's sister, who he knew was a bit of a loose cannon whenever she dealt with her frustrations.
"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever. Just shut the fuck up and i'll get through my sister's thick ass noggin real well." Ryuko scowled back with a considerable amount of venom in her tone.
"Ryuko, shame on you! You don't talk to my brother like that." Senketsu piped in, angered by how his wearer is treating Junketsu.
"You shut the fuck up too, Junketsu. This is between me and Satsuki, no one fucking else." Ryuko screamed in response as she unsheathed Bakuzan and pointed it towards Satsuki's kamui.
"Fine. I'll stay effing quiet for your arrogant sake, Ryuko Kiryuin." Junketsu snickered at Satsuki's sister, who looked equally miffed at having to speak to him.
With both kamuis silenced, Ryuko sheathed Bakuzan, approached Satsuki, changed her posture and spoke to her in a surprisingly more sedate tone, "Can you hear me, Satsuki? It's me Ryuko. I don't like seeing you this way. You're not the type that should be pulling this kind of shit."
Not a single peep came out of Satsuki's lips.
"C'mon Satsuki. You need to snap out of this funk you've gotten yourself into. I know you lost someone very close to you and as much as I hate to admit it, it sucks what happened to your ex-boyfriend but you need not to deprive yourself of the vim and vigor that you've displayed as far back as that fateful morning when you first arrived at Honnoji Academy. Back then...my mom...errrr...our mom was still a normal, fairly caring human being, your dad...errr...our dad was still pretending to be a quaking old fuck, Maiko Ogure had yet to enter the picture as my head of security and Tokyo was still fuckin' Tokyo. Yet, that spark, that charm, that spunk, that irresistibly snarky stoner asshole attitude of yours is not being displayed as sulk over your ex's demise, but I can still see it in your eyes. As much as you try to hide it, you cannot completely junk it, Satsuki Matoi. My older sister whom I never knew until this very year. If you can hear me now, you know very well that you'll be able to overcome this grief and kick that motherfucker of a mother's ass that bestowed us on this fuckin' planet so bad, she'll regret going to that dust bowl of a country and hiring some masked maniac to do her dirty work. You understand?" Ryuko added, going as far as to conjuring a surprisingly deep, thorough monologue that she hoped would rattle her sister out of her depression.
Unfortunately...it didn't pan out that way at all as she still refused to even respond in favor to continuing to sit on the chair, looking extremely saddened and depressed, which only made Ryuko angry to the point she stomped towards her, roughly planted her hands onto her sister's shoulders and started to violently shake her back and forth.
"FOR FUCK'S FUCKING SAKE, SATSUKI! DON'T GO FULL SYD FUCKING BARRET ON ME! SNAP THE FUCK OUT OF IT! WE CAN'T JUST SULK AROUND LIKE HOPELESS RETARDS WHEN OUR MOTHER IS MAKING A FUCKING CATASTROPHY OUT OF OUR FUCKING CITY! WE GOTTA FUCKING STOP HER, GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! SNAP! THE FUCK! OUT OF THIS SHIT! FUCK!" Ryuko screamed in absolute rage as she rattled her sister around, hoping this would actually get her to say something.
"I don't want to fight anymore." Satsuki quietly replied in a deeply despair ridden tone, which made her sister begrudgingly halt her shake and bake tactic. "The only thing we accomplish when we fight is getting people killed."
"OH COME THE FUCK ON, SATSUKI! YOU'RE TOO FUCKIN' WORRIED ABOUT CASULTIES IN THE HEAT OF BATTLE?! THAT'S SOME PATHETIC FUCKIN' ASS BLEEDING HEART PACIFIST BULLSHIT!" Ryuko shouted back with a nearly high pitch shrill in her voice, complete with some of her saliva hitting Satsuki's face. "LIKE WHAT OUR FATHER SAID...WE'RE IN A FUCKING WAR NOW AND IF YOU ASK ME, DEATH IS INEVITABLE! FUCKING...INEVITABLE!"
"If you and the others want to go ahead with this war, fine. I'm sitting it out though. Consider my time as an active fighter..finished, Ryuko." Satsuki responded, still sounding relatively haunting and eerie.
Growing increasingly angry over her sister's staunch refusal to fight again, Ryuko unsheathed Bakuzan again, pointed it towards Satsuki and yelled out, "IF WORDS WON'T SHAKE YOU FROM THIS SADDENED STATE, PERHAPS A GOOD OLD FUCKING FASHIONED ASS KICKING WILL!"
Ready to obliterate her sister, Ryuko took several steps back, leaned Bakuzan back towards her right hip, made a mad dash towards Satsuki and attempted to strike her down, complete with her screaming out, "EAT...MY...FUCKING...SWOOOOOOOOOORD!"
As soon as Ryuko got in close vicinity towards her, Satsuki picked her scissor blade up and deflected the incoming attack from Bakuzan effortlessly, which stunned Ryuko completely.
"OH COME ON, SATSUKI! AFTER ALL OF THAT SHIT I SAID, YOU STILL BOTHERED TO BLOCK MY ATTACK?! GOD, YOU'RE SO FUCKING FRUSTRATING!" Ryuko stammered back as she grew increasingly angry over how her sister is acting.
"I can still defend myself, Ryuko. I just refuse to fight anyone anymore. No more fighting for me." Satsuki spoke back in such a quiet tone, it almost sounded like a ghostly whisper.
Having none of it, Ryuko smacked the scissor blade out of Satsuki's hands, sheathed Bakuzan, smashed her sister's left cheek with a left handed knuckle sandwich and shouted out, "NO MORE FIGHTING FOR YOU MY FUCKIN' ASS!"
Upon receiving that knuckle sandwich, Satsuki limply fell onto the floor, enabling Ryuko to hoist over her and begin delivering a series of brutal haymakers, good ol' ground and pound style, which created some fresh cuts on Satsuki's face and made quite a bit of her blood splatter onto the floor surrounding her face.
"DO YOU HEAR ME NOW, SATSUKI?! DOES THIS FUCKIN' DRIVE MY FUCKIN' MESSAGE TO YOUR THICK FUCKIN' SKULL?! YOU MUST...FUCKING...FIGHT!" Ryuko screamed as she pummeled the ever living life out of her sister's face due to her sheer frustration and irritation towards her ongoing attitude.
Satsuki refused to explain herself, which sent Ryuko even further into the deep end, prompting her to lift her sister up by her hair and pushing her against a wall, only to resume her brutal attack.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING FIGHTER, SATSUKI! NOT A LIMP DICK PUSSY! YOU NEED TO FIGHT WITH ME, YOU FUCKING BITCH! FIGHT WITH ME, YOUR FRIENDS, YOUR FATHER AND STUPID ASS NUDIST FUCKING BEACH!" Ryuko continued to scream off the top of her lungs as she mangled her sister's face into nearly looking like raw, bloody hamburger, yet in spite of all the damaged she received, Satsuki staunchly kept quiet and didn't even change her facial expression at all. A very haunting sight for others to see.
Furious that Satsuki is still acting that way, Ryuko shoved her sister onto the floor, added, "YOU'RE SO FUCKING ARROGANT AND STUBBORN, IT'S SICKENING, SATSUKI! IT'S SUCH A DISGRACE THAT YOU'RE MY FUCKING SISTER!" and waited for to see what she would do next.
Much to Ryuko's surprise, Satsuki slowly stood back up, yet remained as stoic and quiet as she did a few seconds earlier, angering Ryuko beyond comprehension and sending her into such a fury, she darted towards her sister with her right fist extended back.
However, right before Ryuko got close enough, Satsuki suddenly curved her bruised lips into a smile which caught her sister off-guard to the point where she skidded to a halt and didn't even attempt to punch her again in spite of being content with doing so.
"What the fuck are you doing now, Satsuki?!" Ryuko stammered out, completely confused by her sister's change of posture and expression.
"I feel better now, little sis. I owe you one." Satsuki calmly replied as she continued to smile and even sounded more like the Satsuki Ryuko was familiar with.
"WHAT?! THE?! FUCK!?" Ryuko blabbered back, totally confused by her sister's response. "I HAD TO BEAT THE LIVING FUCK OUT OF YOU JUST TO GET THE SATSUKI MATOI I LOVED TO HATE?! WHAT KIND OF HORSE SHIT IS THAT?!"
"The kind of horse poo that gives you a friendly reminder that despite the loss of one friend...you still many others you need to protect." Satsuki responded with a renewed sense of confidence. "I hate to admit it, but you beating me up like a punching bag was what the medicine I needed to snap me out of my depression."
Although she was a whirlwind of emotions in due part of her sister, Ryuko nodded her head and shrugged back in a far calmer tone, "You can be quite a fuckin' idiot sometimes, Satsuki, but i'm glad to see you back to normal."
"Did someone say...pain through pleasure?" Gamagoori asked as he suddenly burst into the room, looking a bit ecstatic, which surprised the sisters quite a bit. "Can I please join in? I've been such a bad boy and I need to be punished!"
"Fuck no, Brick HardMeat! I only did that to Satsuki so she would stop acting like a god fuckin' damn emo fag! I ain't going to beat you up for your own jollies, so you go find someone else to do that to...like...I dunno...ask Mako. I'm sure she wouldn't fucking mind." Ryuko bluntly replied, which Gamagoori initially took like a man but as soon as she suggested having Mako smack him around silly, his cheeks turned into a pale shade of pink as he started to squirm around in slight embarrassment.
"Me? Having...Mankanshoku beat...me up? Uhhh...ummmm...let me go sit on that for a while." Gamagoori quickly replied as he left the room as fast as he entered it in the first place, prompting Satsuki to break into laughter, although Ryuko remained pretty mortified by the implications of what the big blonde man that is associated with her sister said.
"The fuck is his problem?" Ryuko asked her sister, wanting to know the deal with Gamagoori out of morbid curiosity.
"Ira Gamagoori...is a bit of a masochist. Can't really explain why, but just think of it as his fetish or something." Satsuki replied in a nonchalant tone, completely unfazed by her knowledge of that tidbit.
"...whatever." Ryuko shrugged back as she paced away from her sister, trying to block the mental image of the tan skinned giant being beat up for his own sexual pleasure out of her head. "Let's go speak with our dad and see what we have to do next before our mother gets ahead of us in this battle."
"Sure thing, Ryuko." Satsuki replied as she stood up and began following her out of the room. "I'll need to clean myself up and have a chat with Nonon before we do that, though."
"Fine, Satsuki...but do that shit fast so we don't keep our dad waiting for long." Ryuko snapped back, sounding incredibly impatient and brash.
"Uhhh Ryuko...I don't think dad would have any issue with me taking time to clean the blood off my face and hang out with Nonon. I'm the one who grew up with him, not you." Satsuki responded in a somewhat annoyed tone, which was also quite a rare thing to see her exhibit.
Although Ryuko attempted to respond to Satsuki's reply, she found herself unable to come up with anything that would be a suitable retort, instead just deciding to remain silent and walk away from her sister, who would then walk towards a bathroom so she could make herself sparkling clean for everyone to see.
A cold room. A cold, metallic room with a dull gray color palette and an equally opaque looking table and chair set in the middle of it was where Izanami Nishimura, the shell shocked fiance of the late Masanori Kakinomoto, could be seen sitting on it, looking distant and detached from reality to the point when a door on the wall facing her opened, she didn't even flinch or notice that someone else was entering the room.
"Ms. Nishimura. I am Dr. Richard Batty and i'll be your personal therapist from this point forward." Richard told Izanami as he approached the chair facing his newest patient, pulled it away from the desk, sat on it and scooted back in so he could start his inaugural therapy session with her.
"...who killed my fiance, doc? Can you please tell me who killed him?" Izanami quietly replied, sounding even spookier and more haunted than Satsuki did when she was ridden with guilt back at Nudist Beach HQ.
"Well...i'm afraid you're not gonna like what I have to tell you, Ms. Nishimura." Richard glumly replied in a convincingly sad tone. "Are you familiar with your fiance's ex-girlfriend Satsuki Matoi?"
"Not personally, doc, but Masanori had always said nothing but good things about her." Izanami replied back, sounding like she's about to fall apart at any given moment.
"Unfortunately...your fiance's ex...is the one responsible for his untimely death." Richard bluntly told her in a forgiving tone, in spite of him completely lying unbeknownst to the traumatized young woman. "I was there in person when she snapped and attacked him without warning. She seemed..very envious of him being in a relationship with another person. I actually arrived there to see both of them alive but unfortunately, I wasn't able to stop Satsuki from...taking your fiance's life away from this mortal plane so soon. I am very, very sorry about your loss, Ms. Nishimura."
Although Richard hoped that what he said convinced the young woman, she instead disputed his claims and replied, "That...doesn't make any sense, doc. What you told me...doesn't really add up. Masanori has told me so many things about his time dating Satsuki, what you told me completely contradicts all the things he gushed about her. I think...I honestly think you're...ahem...full of shit,"
Disappointed that Izanami wasn't buying his (obviously false) recollection of his encounter with Satsuki, he shook his head and sighed, "Well...if you don't believe me through words, perhaps i'll need some extra help to make you see things my way.", which confused the young woman quite a bit.
Before Ms. Nishimura could do anything else, the lights suddenly shut off in the room completely, surrounding her and Richard in total darkness and allowing the latter to pull a syringe filled with a dubious sort of fluid out of his suit jacket, jam the needle into one of her arms and inject said liquid into her. Once that was accomplished, he shoved it back into the place he had it in, pulled out his mask and a black fedora out of his briefcase, put them on and awaited for the lights to quickly back on and off in such a frantically violent, seizure inducing manner, it disoriented Izanami to such a degree of delirium (combined with the quick acting, fatigue inducing side effects of the shot Dr. Batty administered), she was completely vulnerable to persuasion, brainwashing and mind control.
Something that would help Richard mold her into a reliable asset for his mission from Ragyo Kiryuin.
"Listen to me, Ms. Nishimura. Everything I told you is the complete true. Satsuki Matoi killed your fiance Masanori and there's no way you can dispute this tragedy." Richard told Izanami as he wore his Staple Eyed Gentleman mask and had a machete pointing towards her face in the midst of the rapid strobe light display electrifying the room they're in. "All pretense of Satsuki Matoi having a healthy, friendly post-breakup relationship with your late fiance is all a lie. You understand me?"
"...yes..." Izanami replied in a dull, emotionless tone that sounded like she was in the process of being brainwashed by Dr. Batty.
"From this point forward, Ms. Nishimura...you'll stop at nothing to seek vengeance for your fiance's death and assist me in bringing Satsuki Matoi to justice. You'll hate her with every single fiber and bone in your body and you'll want to vanquish her evilness with your own hands. Understand?"
"...yes..."
"Last but not least, Ms. Nishimura...the death of your fiance and the fact that his murderer is still roaming this earth disturbs you greatly. You tremble in fear that she hasn't been brought to justice and you...with my help...and Lady Ragyo Kiryuin, Primarch of Honno City and CEO of the Kiryuin Conglomerate's assistance...you'll be able to crush and destroy Satsuki Matoi's spirit to the point where she'll have to beg for you forgiveness, but you will have so much resentment and disgust towards her, you'll want to enact the very same kind of horror she unleashed onto your fiance as a form of payback. However...if you try to disobey my and Lady Kiryuin's orders, you will fall apart and become a catatonic wreck that can only escape from our control through suicide. Suicide..is the only way you can us. Is that clear?"
"...yes..." Izanami replied once again as her eyes looked very dilated and some drool was dripping out of her lips, looking like she was completely enslaved by the abrasive techniques Richard used to put her under his control.
"Good." Richard replied, which prompted the strobe lights to shut off, swallowing the room again in total darkness. He then quickly took his mask and hat off, dropped his machete down onto the floor and shoved said mask and hat back into his briefcase. For several seconds afterwards, he put his glasses back on and counted to twenty, giving his patient some breathing room so the directions he implanted into her psyche would take effect and bury themselves deep into it.
As soon as he said the word "twenty", the lights immediately turned back on, which startled Izanami a bit.
"How do you feel now, Ms. Nishimura?" Richard asked her as he once again looked like an eccentric man in his early sixties as opposed to a masked maniac straight out of a horror film.
She did not respond and was back to being how she was at the start of the session, except more rattled and shaken up than initially.
"Mind if we start over?" Richard politely asked, hoping this would kick-start the session properly.
"...yes...doc. I...uhhhh...want to start the session again." Izanami replied in a very haunted, emotionally sensitive tone, which put a smile on Richard's face.
"As I said earlier, your fiance was murdered by his ex-girlfriend Satsuki Matoi and I was there in person when it happened. Unfortunately, I was unable to get between them and prevent Ms. Matoi from murdering him. I am very sorry for you loss." Richard spoke back as he picked back up from where he left off, albeit with Izanami looking even more emotionally shattered than before.
"She...killed my Masanori? She...killed him?" Ms. Nishimura replied in a weak, fragile tone that showed her to be on the verge of shedding tears. "No. No. This...can't be. This is horrible."
"Don't hold back. Cry as hard as you can, Ms. Nishimura. That's the first step in your recovery process." Richard told her in a solemn, nurturing tone as he hugged her and patted her back with his right palm. "Soon...i'll help you eradicate this cancer of a person that ripped your heart out when she killed your fiance."
"...really?" Izanami quietly replied in a very scratchy tone, sounding like she was going to cry at any given time again. "You'll...you'll help me avenge Masanori's death?"
"Yes I will, Ms. Nishimura. I'll hep you at every single step and every single blood, sweat and tears you shed in your quest to avenge your fiance. Together...we'll crush her and make her regret what she has done to you." Richard responded back, comforting her and telling her the exact scheme he implanted into her psyche during the moments he was brainwashing her.
"Yes! I want to destroy Satsuki Matoi! I want to destroy that fucking bitch and make her pay!" Izanami spoke back in a deranged, delirious tone as she broke out of Richard's hug and tugged onto his suit jacket, which made all the more happy to see his brainwashing techniques to have worked on his patient. However, she then let go, slumped back against her chair, reverted back to her mousy, shell shocked attitude and added, "I hope i'm not gonna go to hell for this."
"Don't worry, Ms. Nishimura. You won't." Richard replied, reassuring her that her desires to murder Satsuki Matoi for (intentionally) misguided reasons are justified. "We won't be alone too, if you're wondering. I already got the okay from Lady Kiryuin to amass ourselves a team to stop her. With that said...this concludes our session for the day. Feel free to leave. However...just keep in mind that if I require your presence, you'll hear from me immediately."
"...yes...doc." Izanami quietly responded as she stood up and slowly left Richard's office while drooping her purse between her legs with both hands.
With his newest patient finished for the day, Richard pulled out a cellphone, called Ragyo and told her, "Ms. Nishimura is now working for us. I had to pull some dirty tricks out of the old tin foil hat book but I prevailed and now she'll do anything for us without any objections."
"Excellent, Richard. She'll make an invaluable asset to your mission to get my daughters back. Now all you need to do is gather the rest of your team and report to me in the next few days. If you need to arrange plane tickets to your recruits, they're all on me." Ragyo replied, greatly pleased by the psychotic therapist's progress.
"Will do, Ragyo. I already have the perfect candidates in mind. Just give me the rest of the day to call and ask and if things go smoothly, i'll have them all here in no more than two days tops." Richard responded, explaining her what he has planned to get that accomplished in a short amount of time.
"Sounds good, Richard. If i'm impressed by the team you've assembled, perhaps that'll call for another evening session for us to celebrate with." Ragyo coyly replied back while smiling, which made Richard a bit hot and bothered.
"Ooooh. Getting kinky there again, Ragyo. I'm very enthusiastic that the team i'm about to put together will be one you'll be very pleased with." Richard responded while smirking as he lightly spun his office chair around. "Anyhow, I got to start assembling my team and I suppose you're pretty busy right now yourself, so i'll let you go for now."
"And i'll do the same." Ragyo replied while she poured herself a glass of red wine, showing that in spite of what happened to her when she touched the Original Life Fiber in Tunisia, she's still more or less the same person as before to some extent. "Don't disappoint me now. I eagerly await you to make me wet again in my bed."
Flustered and amused by Ragyo's teasing, Richard nodded back as he fanned with face with his left hand and hung his phone up. He then stood up, lightly nudged his chair away from his back side, approached a folder resting on a file cabinet, picked up it, walked back to his chair, sat back down on it and picked his phone back up. As he prepared himself to make a few calls, he opened said folder, which turned out to be a collection of papers that contained the profiles of his patients over the course of years, both living and deceased and picked up at least five of them that were of his candidates for his team for his mission Ragyo Kiryuin bestowed onto him.
"This looks about right." Richard inquired as he looked at the phone numbers on each respective profile and began dialing the first one on his list, which was accompanied by a picture of a blonde haired woman with mesmerizing sapphire eyes. He then waiting for a few seconds, only to have a voice on the other end of the line to ask, "Hello?"
"Ms. Nickelsen. This is Dr. Batty. Am I intruding on you?" Richard immediately replied, hoping that she's not busy.
"No, Dr. Batty. You're not at all." Ms. Nickelsen replied back, curious to know why her therapist was calling her out of the blue. "I thought you suspended all of your therapy sessions indefinitely? Did something come up?"
"Well...something did, Evelyn...and knowing your personal history, i'm very sure you'll be intrigued with the proposition i'm about to offer you." Richard responded in a way that he hoped would make her all the more curious to know what it is.
"Hello?" a man with a thick beard and wearing the most ridiculously American t-shirt asked after he picked his phone up. "Is this Dr. Batty?"
"Of course it's me, Mr. Casavantes. You're...ahem...a lot smarter than I assume sometimes." Richard laughed, humoring the obviously patriotic man he was speaking to over the phone.
"Oh come on, Rich. Intelligence is very, very American, American. Well...not as American as saying prayers to baby Jesus, baby Moses, baby Springsteen and Ronnie the Right every night before you retire to your comfy Lazy Boy bed. God bless...Ronnie the Right and Bozo the Chimp. The most...American monkey and god fearing American citizen duo to ever walk this blessed dirt." Mr. Casavantes replied the most obnoxiously passionate tone imaginable, even going as far as to salute and shed a single tear when he praised the monkey and man duo.
"Uhhh...that diatribe was a bit unnecessary, Kevin, but nonetheless...I just wanted to call you to see if you were up for something special and knowing your love of sniping people in the name of your country for a quick buck, I think you might be interested in what I have to tell you." Richard replied back, alluding his offer to Mr. Casavantes in the most vague way imaginable.
"My ears are wide and open for all of Mother America to hear, Rich." Kevin responded, very interested to hear what his therapist has up his sleeves.
"Two down, three more to go." Richard told himself as he dialed a third number.
Out in a grungy alleyway, a strange looking bald man that looked more like a zombie than a human who was dressed in a dirty, musty looking business suit, pulled his cellphone out, answered the call and replied, "Hallo? Wer ist das?"
"Is this Udo 'The Living Corpse' Fassbender i'm speaking to?" Richard asked the person he phoned, hoping that the seemingly animated dead body would reply in English."
"Oh yez, Mr. Batty. It iz veddy gut to speak to you again. What are you up to at zist time of za day?" the zombie like individual responded in English, albeit with a very heavy German accent that Richard was able to understand.
"I'm called you to see if you were interested in assisting me in something, Udo. Something that...I very well know that you'll immediately want to partake in." Richard replied, which, like he did with the others he gave a call, alluded to his mission in extremely minimal details.
"Ooooh, Mr. Batty. That zounds rather gut. Please enligzen me if you may." Udo replied back in an enthusiastic, eager tone.
In a rather posh looking, simplistically decorated home, a long haired brunette man with steel rimmed glasses, who was playing with an acoustic guitar while sitting on a leather recliner and humming a folk centric tune, heard his phone ringing (which was resting on a table that also had a vinyl record of an album by the band "Neutral Chili Tree" that was titled "In the Sex Magik Plane Over the Blank Planet"), which prompted him to set his guitar aside and answer it in a very soft spoken voice, "Hello?"
"Mr. Magnum, how are you doing?" Richard asked the musician as he had only two more psyche profiles resting in front of his desk.
"Splendid, Doctor Batty. It was in the middle of strumming my cherished David Russell Young 'Phoenix' dreadnought before I resumed recording some demos for the next 'Swindlethumb' album. What about you, doc?" Mr. Magnum replied, retaining his oddly timid, soft spoken tone throughout the entire time he replied to Richard's question.
"Well...since you're one the most creative individuals I ever did therapy with, I was curious to know if you would be interested in doing some...work with me? I know it may sound a little strange, but I really do believe you would play a good part in what I want you to assist me with." Richard replied back, hinting his plan in tiny details.
"I'm listening, doc. If it means I have to travel aboard, that's fine with me. I might be able to find some inspiration for the new album just by doing what you want me to join you with. Just...tell me in greater detail what exactly you have planned." Mr. Magnum asked, wanting to know a little more as he leaned forward on his recliner.
"Hello? Are you calling for one of my Bagel Bites? You've could've just sent an email to my internet site to get a Bagel Bite." a morbidly obese elderly man with hooks for hands sitting in a wheelchair asked as he picked up his phone through seemingly mysterious means.
"This is Doctor Richard Batty, Mr. Harkin. I'm your therapist and I am calling you to see if you're interested in tagging along in this little scheme I have planned." Richard asked the bizarre man, looking a little nervous to even be speaking to him in some ways.
"Huh. I thought you would only call me if you wanted to know if you found my wife inside a toaster out in the Mojave Desert or something. Just like how I put one of my cat's kittens inside a DVD case of that stupid fuckin' television show 'Caprica" and shipped its ass off to fuckin' Santa Claus, who i'm pretty sure has Mersa in his ass cheeks after all of those years of letting Rudolph lick his butthole on every fuckin' Christmas Eve." Mr. Harkin responded as he rambled off into a rather vulgar diatribe, which kinda amused Richard to some extent. "However...the idea of me...uhhhh...tagging along with you sounds...much better than having to review some fuckin' shitty kids movie for some stupid fuckin' review show I was asked by two LaserDisc salesmen to do just for fun. Perhaps you could help me deal with those pricks after you tell me what this plan of your is. Does that sound fine enough for one of my Bagel Bites, doc?"
"...sure does, Mr. Harkin." Richard nervously laughed as he got ready to explain to the handicapped geriatric with a funny voice.
"Hey! Can someone let me in?! Hello?! I'm Ryuko Kiryuin's stepfather and she told me to go here to be in safe hands. Anyone?!" Gi Man yelled as he banged on the door to Nudist Beach HQ, begging to be granted entrance to the base.
Right as he was about to bang on the door a few more times, it slid open and was greeted by two armed, lower ranking Nudist Beach soldiers, one of which who spoke out and asked the man with the white gloves and goatee, "Are you Gi Man?"
"Yes! Fucking yes, ma'am!" Gi Man shouted back in a rather frantic tone. "My stepdaughter told me to haul my ass over here from Tokyo so I be with her again and if you think i'm some kind of sleeper agent working for that bitch Ragyo, you're wrong. Super fucking wrong!"
"Well...I can't argue with that logic, Mr. Gi Man, but you need to calm down. We don't take too kindly to some asshole with jazz hands pushing us around, especially our boss, who happens to be your stepdaughter's birth father." the other Nudist Beach, who was a man, responded to the seemingly unwanted guest.
"Wait a second. You're telling me that Soichiro Kiryuin is still alive? That's...quite a shocker." Gi Man stammered back, surprised that Ragyo's late first husband is not as dead as she said he was.
"You're correct, bucko. Maybe we really should escort you into our base so you can meet him face to face. We're pretty sure that'll be an encounter for the ages." the female Nudist Beach soldier piped in while smiling, taking none of Gi Man's bluntness.
"That's all I want to do, dammit!" Gi Man snapped back, growing annoyed with this conversation. "Take me into the base, have me talk to Soichiro and allow me to stay here as long as possible until someone kicks Ragyo off her ass and bring Tokyo back to what it should be."
The male Nudist Beach grunt then turned his head towards the one of the opposite sex and whispered, "Should we allow him in?"
"Why the fuck not?" the female Nudist Beach grunt quietly laughed back to her fellow soldier. "This joker's too much of a twerp to pose any threat to us, so I say just let him in."
The male Nudist Beach soldier then turned his attention back towards Gi Man and told him, "Go ahead and come in, sir. Follow us."
"Great. That makes me feel a million times more fuckin' better." Gi Man comically exhaled in relief, happy that he'll be able to get into Nudist Beach HQ and reunite with Ryuko. Without wasting any more time, he then followed the two soldiers into the entrance hallway of the base as the door behind them closed shut, preventing anyone else from getting in unannounced.
"Nonon. I'm very surprised to see that Classical is not the only kind of music you fancy." Satsuki told her best friend of many years after she watched her play some guitar. "Very impressing playing too."
"Yeah. I love Classical with all of my heart, but i've always enjoyed music that had a much rougher edge to it, especially since I listened to quite a bit of that stuff whenever I hung out with you while you were dating Masanori in middle school." Nonon, who was a bit sweaty from playing guitar in an intense manner, replied, reminiscing happier times a few years earlier, even getting a bit misty eyed along with her friend upon mentioning Satsuki's late ex-boyfriend.
"Yeah. I really miss those days. They really were the best of times, Nonon." Satsuki responded, sounding a bit choked up as she patted her best friend's right shoulder.
"Same here, Satsuki." Nonon nodded back in a fairly sad manner as she gently lowered her guitar onto the floor and looked back at her friend. "It sucks major dick that bitch that happens to be your mother tossed our asses out of our beloved home and has now turned it into a total shithole that lacks the charm of the parts of town that are actual shitholes. I thought her nearly killing my love of Classical was going to be the shittiest thing to happen to me, but oh boy...I was so wrong."
"Don't worry, Nonon. We'll eventually turn things around in Tokyo once we stop Ragyo. It may be a pain of a butt for all of us to...accomplish, but sooner or later, we'll prevail. In the meantime, perhaps we'll ask my dad to see if he somehow provide you with another one of those uniforms that you got from Ragyo. Since he used to work with her years ago, i'm sure he'll be able to replicate the methods to create another goku uniform." Satsuki spoke back, going into yet another one of her elegant yet somewhat rambling monologues, although they're not as incoherent as they were when she was smoking pot on a continuous basis.
"That actually sounds like a great idea, Satsuki." Soichiro chimed in as he entered the room, sporting black bandanna and a uniform that looked like a much more advanced and less skimpy variant of the average standard issue Nudist Beach uniform, complete with a sleeveless leather coat that was like a glorified cape more than anything else, indicating he was a (very) high ranking member of the organization. "I remember your mother experimenting with the concept of goku uniforms back when we made Junketsu and Senketsu and even though my memory of how we made them are rather fuzzy, i'm sure with some much needed help, we'll be able to make more. Preferably goku uniforms for the rest of your friends so they can be of help in the coming war against you and Ryuko's mother. One question though...do you know of someone who still has a working goku uniform in their possession?"
"I know Ryuko's friend Mako Mankanshoku has one that hasn't been used much. Perhaps it'll come in handy." Satsuki replied as she turned her attention towards her father.
"Good, Satsuki. Glad to know that. However...I do have another vital question to ask. You know anyone who can sew well?"
"Uhhhh...dad. Shiro Iori can sew and all but...he only does that in a medical sort of setting, not in a fashion designing sense."
"Good enough for me. He'll transition well into making clothing. Maybe he has some untapped fashion sensibilities he's not aware of that could be unlocked with my help."
"Excuse me, Mr. Matoi, but...what do you mean by having me make clothes for my friends?" Iori spoke up as he poked his head into the room, confused by what Satsuki's dad was proposing. "I was studying to be a surgeon, not a fashion designer."
"As I said, Iori. You being able to sew things in general is good enough for us. I'll help guide you into the basic fundamentals into making clothes." Soichiro replied, sporting a very confident attitude that turned the blonde haired young man off a bit.
"Did someone say fashion designing?!" Gi Man piped in ecstatically as he also poked his head into the room, looking more thrilled about the prospect of making clothes than Iori. "Before I got into the military arms business, I actually learned several things of making fashionable clothes back when I worked as an intern for my foster sister. It may sound a bit peculiar, but trust me. I know my shit when it comes to things like that."
"About time we finally meet, Mr. Gi Man." Soichiro replied as he found himself face to face with Ryuko's stepfather. "I've heard...some rather interesting things about you straight from her mouth."
"Nice to meet you too, Soichiro Matoi. Feels good to be in company with another man Ragyo Kiryuin used as a fuckin' toy for her own egocentric jollies." Gi Man replied back as he extended his right hand out for a handshake, which, much to his surprise, was accepted by his stepdaughter's biological daughter.
"Yeah. A common enemy is definitely a sure-fire way for us to be allies in war, Gi Man."
"By the way, feel free to call me Goro Inafune if you would prefer something less obnoxious sounding." Gi Man replied, revealing his real name to others for the first time.
"Sounds more professional, dad. I guess even war time is making you act a bit more serious than normal." Ryuko chimed in as she playfully pranced into the room, making the room all the more crowded than it should be.
"Oh shit, Ryuko! You really are safe in sound!" Goro exclaimed as he saw his stepdaughter and opened his arms up so he could hug her out of love.
Without any hesitation, Ryuko immediately embraced her stepfather and hugged him while sporting the biggest, most unadulterated smile she ever expressed in her life, all while joyfully crying out, "Oh i'm so glad you're still alive, Gi Man! I thought you were a total goner when my cunt of a mother starting fucking shit up in our city!"
"That's exactly how I felt too, Ryuko." Goro responded, looking and sounding as equally pleased to be in his stepdaughter's presence while tears ran down both of their eyes. "I know where you're coming from very well."
"Too...tight, Ryuko. I...can't...breathe." Senketsu coughed out as he was unintentionally being choked by the hug his wearer and Goro embraced themselves with.
"Ryuko. Goro. Can we hold off the tears for a bit?" Soichiro asked his daughter and her stepfather, which prompted them to break away from each other and look at the man that was speaking to them.
"Sorry." Ryuko and Goro replied in unison, both slightly embarrassed by what just happened.
"Anyway...as I was about to say before my youngest daughter, your stepdaughter interrupted our conversation, Mr. Inafune...I actually am tickled by the idea of you and my late friend Soroi's nephew working together to create goku uniforms for Satsuki's friends...and several of my fellow top ranking Nudist Beach members for the war. You two...might actually be the perfect men for the job." Soichiro responded as he focused his attention on Goro and Iori, who looked at each other when they realized he was addressing them in particular. Although Goro was pleased with this information, Iori, on the other hand, wasn't too thrilled by it.
However, before anyone else could do anything, they heard a familiar voice speak out in the intercom, "This is Maiko Ogure speaking. This message you're receiving was recorded at Honnoji Medical, as dumb as that sounds and with some help from a mysterious individual, I was able to record this for you all to know that, in spite of being one eye short, i'm still very much alive."
"MAIKO!" Ryuko stammered out as she suddenly ran out of the room so she could see if there was a video feed of the recording. Satsuki followed right behind her sister, knowing that this recording was very important to her as well. Once the sisters arrived in the main meeting room, they were greeted by Maiko's face on a massive video screen on a wall in front of them, now wearing a medical eye patch over her right eye, which was the one that got injured by a bullet.
"Before you even think about rushing in to rescue me, don't. I am unfortunately under police custody and once i'm healthy enough to not be stuck in a hospital bed, they'll transport me to Honnoji Prison, which is just as stupid of a name as Honnoji Medical." Maiko laughed in a tense tone as she continued to detail her ordeal in the recording she sent to Nudist Beach HQ.
"That's bullshit." Ryuko whispered to herself after she heard Maiko tell them not to attempt a rescue mission to save her.
"She does have a good point, Ryuko." Senketsu replied to his wearer, agreeing with the recording that was playing. "All that would accomplish is us getting killed, captured or something."
"Exactly, brother. That's the last thing we want to happen to us all." Junketsu chimed in, sharing Senketsu's sentiments.
"Make me three." Satsuki added, which was very much self-explanatory.
"Anyhow. I'm afraid there's not much else to say, aside from what I already told you before I lost my eye...those Kiryuin Conglomerate bastards...and what I just said now, plus I know for sure Ragyo's troops will discover that i'm only partially freed from these cursed handcuffs, so I have to end this message now. However...on the bright side, I did send you the blue prints to the Kiryuin Conglomerate headquarters, which will come in handy once the option of storming the building to save Tokyo becomes viable, but with that said...I have to get going. Hope that you all see me alive in person once you find me. If not...i'm very sorry and miss you all. Later." Maiko's message continued...and concluded as it pretty much finished its duration and once it was over, the screen went back to being pitch black, which unsettled everyone who watched and heard the message.
"Jesus Christ. Our mother is raping the shit out of Tokyo!" Ryuko yelled as she grabbed a hold of Satsuki via clamping onto Junketsu. "We need to figure the fuck out how to stop her!"
"In time, we'll accomplish it, Ryuko, but for now it's a bit impossible to pull off." Soichiro piped in as he, Gi Man, Nonon and Iori entered the room. "Right now though...we need to start making goku uniforms to prepare for that battle. Be patient and feel free to spar with Satsuki so you two will be in the best fighting condition possible."
While Satsuki was up for a sparring session, Ryuko was a lot more reserved towards the idea of a spar with her sister, knowing that if she got too invested in it, things might get a bit ugly.
Back in Honno City, Dr. Batty, Rei Hououmaru and Takiji Kuroido were seen standing in the airport, awaiting the arrival of the therapist's patients, whom he recruited for his team. The first to arrive in the terminal were Kevin Casavantes and Evelyn Adams-Nickelsen, the former the bearded, overtly patriotic American gun for hire and the latter the blonde hair woman who was in her mid thirties. Although they weren't chatting with each other, they suddenly realized what was going on when they both saw their therapist waiting for them.
"Mr. Stars and Stripes. You're one of Dr. Batty's patients too?" Evelyn asked Kevin, surprised that they did have something in common. "I thought the US government had their therapists waiting in the sidelines whenever their troops went on one tour of duty too many."
"Nah, madame. They just recommended Dr. Batty for me when I nearly beat the Jesus out of Mr. Sandbox when he accidentally pissed on my wife's favorite rug one lazy Saturday afternoon. As Unamerican as pissing on hospitality can be, killing an innocent house pet is even more Unamerican to the point that if I did, I would've called my favorite vice president of the past decade to come on over to my ranch and kick me in the nards four times to feel the pain Jesus felt when he got nailed to the cross, because Jesus dying for our sins is very, very American." Kevin replied, immediately entering another one of his pandering diatribes that actually made Evelyn and Richard a bit sick to their stomachs.
"Can you save your red state gushing for when you're actually fighting the enemy, Mr. Casavantes? Right now we're waiting for the others to get here before we take a ride to Lady Kiryuin's headquarters to see what she thinks of us." Richard responded while cutting Kevin off, which miffed him a little.
"Will do, Rich." Kevin replied back as he swallowed his pride and started acting quiet for the remainder of his time at the airport.
Several minutes later, Steven F. Magnum, the cult music icon, was seen arriving in the terminal as well, fiddling with his acoustic guitar in spite of one of the airport waitresses telling him, "Sir, I might have to fine you a couple hundred bucks for being a disturbance on your flight. All you needed to do was keep the damn guitar in its case at all times, but you completely disobeyed that request without giving a single shit about the others around you."
"Ma'am. Leave my patient alone. He's working for Lady Kiryuin now." Richard told the waitress, which was instantly intimidated by him the others upon hearing the name "Lady Kiryuin" uttered to her.
"Sorry, sir. My apologies. The man will not receive any fines at all." the waitress apologized to Steven and Richard, only to take off running, fearing that she might face some repercussions for messing with Ragyo Kiryuin's associates.
"Thanks, doc. I appreciate it." Steven replied, retaining his soft spoken nature and voice as he continued to strum his guitar.
"Would you like to meet the rest of your team as we wait here for the last two members of our crew to show up?" Richard asked Steven, hoping to get the obviously introverted man with a seemingly timid attitude to speak with his fellow teammates.
Having heard his therapist's request, he took a quick glance at both Evelyn and Kevin, only to then look back at Richard and reply, "Maybe later."
"Fine with me." Richard responded, knowing that Steven is his least talkative patient. He then walked back to where Rei and Takiji were standing by and stood by them again.
"How much longer will it take for the last two patients to show up, Mr. Batty?" Takiji asked him, growing impatient with having to wait for the therapist's patients to show up. "We cannot keep Lady Kiryuin waiting."
"Don't worry. I'm sure those final two are almost here. Unlike the rest of my patients, you'll immediately know when they show up." Richard spoke back, sporting a slightly smarmy attitude while uttering those words, with made Takiji wince a little.
Finally. After at least ten minutes of additional waiting, Perry S. Harkin and Udo Fassbender, the last two individuals Dr. Batty recruited for his team, arrived in the terminal, with the latter pushing the former around in his wheelchair.
"I thought dead men didn't tell tales, buddy. You sure as fuck proved me wrong." Mr. Harkin garbled out to Udo in his semi-incomprehensible tone, which may or may not be the result of being such an old individual and seemingly having a slight speech impediment of sorts.
"Zat's vat everyone tells me all za time, Perry. Zey say i'm quite za miracle of science or something." Udo laughed back in response to what Perry told him.
"OH GOD! A NAZI! THAT ZOMBIE GUY SOUNDS LIKE HOW THAT YELLOW BELLY BASTARD HITLER WOULD'VE SOUNDED LIKE IF HE SPOKE ENGLISH!?" Kevin screamed as he freaked out upon hearing the walking, talking corpse speak out.
"Calm down, G.I. Joe. Not all Germans are nazis, you ignorant fool." Evelyn scoffed back at Kevin, very frustrated by his attitude.
"Sorry. That's just the red hot American blood that pulsates through my American made body reacting, ma'am." Kevin apologized, realizing that his reactionary nature embarrassed himself around others.
"No need for any formalities, people." Richard chimed in as he saw the people he recruited are all here now. "We need to get to the Kiryuin Conglomerate headquarters so you all can meet Lady Ragyo Kiryuin in person. She's anxiously waiting to see you all. Just follow Ms. Hououmaru and Mr. Kuroido out to the limos parked at the front. It won't be too long a ride to the building, trust me."
Upon hearing what Richard told them, the five people he had recruited to join him and Izanami in their mission promptly followed the two Kiryuin Conglomerate employees out of the airport as he pulled out his cellphone, sent Ragyo a text message that said, "Be there in five." and proceeded to leave said airport alongside his patients.
"Come on, Satsuki! Fight more aggressively for fuck's sake!" Ryuko screamed as she and her sister sparred against each other inside a dojo, all while Jun Gamagoori was seen punching and kicking a training dummy on the sidelines.
"If I did that, Ryuko, you would go all crazy on me and try to chop my head off." Satsuki calmly replied, trying to humor her the best way she could.
"Why the fuck do you assume that?" Ryuko questioned her sister as she clashed their respective swords against each other.
"From all of our past battles of course." Satsuki replied back while smiling as she started to push her scissor blade towards Ryuko's chest, which also did the same to Bakuzan.
"That's a bunch of a bullshit, Satsuki! Bullshit that just begs me to bitch slap you around!" Ryuko yelled as she grew frustrated with her sister's teasing and even went as far as to return the favor by headbutting her, which threw Satsuki a bit off-guard.
"Ow. That was uncalled for, Ryuko." Satsuki groaned back as she rubbed her forehead with her right hand, trying to soothe the pain she knew that would be gone in mere minutes.
"Not from where i'm coming from." Ryuko snickered in a rather malicious tone while grinning. "Perhaps it's time we make things...a little more intense?"
"What the hell are you planning to do, Ryuko?" Senketsu asked his wearer in a stern tone, knowing that she's up to no good. "Now's not the time and place to get petty on your sister."
"Like what I told her recently...just because we're sisters that are fighting a common enemy doesn't mean we're instant friends. She still owes me for a lot of bullshit i've been through." Ryuko scoffed at her kamui in a rather vicious tone, looking a bit crazed as well.
"Ryuko Kiryuin! We're supposed to be fighting together, not trying to kill each other...especially family." Soichiro spoke up as his voice suddenly boomed into the room, giving his hot blooded younger daughter some pause.
"...sorry dad. I got a little carried away with myself." Ryuko apologized as she turned around and found herself face to face with her biological father, looking quite embarrassed for her own blunt attitude. "I...uhhhh...still have quite a lot to learn how to control my own temper."
"I know, Ryuko. All those years of being spoiled by your mother has done no favors to you at all." Soichiro replied, knowing how Ragyo acted before she was corrupted by an original life fiber, which wasn't much to write home to begin with. "It's much worse than I initially thought."
"That's exactly what I wanted to tell her after all those years I spent married with that cunt!" Goro chimed in as he also entered the dojo, making the situation even more awkward for Ryuko. "I tried so goddamn hard to be a good father to her, but lemme tell you...all of good will I tried to contribute to being a good father to Ryuko went into deaf ears. Deaf! Fucking! Ears!"
"You did try your best, Mr. Inafune. I'm very thankful you were there when Ryuko needed a father figure when I couldn't be one for the sake of me and Satsuki's safety." Soichiro replied, even going as far as to giving Goro another handshake out of common courtesy.
"Thanks, Soichiro." Goro replied back, appreciating that Ryuko's biological father is accepting him unanimously. "Glad to be working alongside you now. Hopefully we can all stop Ragyo and vindicate all those years of her fucking everything up for us all."
"That's what we all want." Ryuko responded, putting herself back into the conversation.
"As much as I don't like my mother, Junketsu...I hope there's a way we can save her somehow." Satsuki whispered to her Kamui so no one else could hear that particular statement.
"Very unlikely, Satsuki Matoi, but we'll try." Junketsu replied, knowing that his wearer said is a pipe dream, but is willing to somehow help her out doing it.
In another part of the base, former Tokyo Police Department chief Roland Burns, Tsumugu Kinagase, Aikuro Mikisugi and former Tabuchi ArmsTech contracted soldier Miko Yukimura were all sitting by a table, playing cards with each other. Although most of them were having fun doing so, Tsumugu was still pretty upset with what happened to Nui Harime.
"Come on, Tsumugu. Don't look so glum while we play cards, man." Miko asked him as she noticed he looked perpetually bummed out.
"I still can't stop thinking about my former partner, Ms. Yukimura. All it makes me want to do is rip that fucking bitch Ragyo Kiryuin's throat out and pound her fucking head into dust!" Tsumugu shouted back as he slammed his hand into the table, making some of the cards jump up in the air a little.
"Calm down, Tsumugu. I know how much it sucks, but we need to stick to Soichiro's plan. We can't go barging out of this place without getting captured or something." Mikisugi added, trying to persuade Kinagase from doing something brash and stupid.
"I agree. As much as I want to kill Ragyo Kiryuin myself, we do have to be patient for the time being." Roland spoke up, trying to comfort the man that he used to work with back at the police office before things went bad.
As he continued hearing the others offering their words of advice, Tsumugu whispered to himself in an agonized tone, "Nui Harime. I will stop at nothing to fix your head. I care too much about you to see you die, even if it means I have to break your spine to do it."
"My patients. It's great to have you all here under one room." Richard told the individuals he had travel all the way to Honno City from wherever they came from. He then brought out Izanami, who acted just as skittish and seemingly emotionless as she has ever since the death of her fiance and told everyone else, "I like you all to meet the newest member of our family. Her name is Izanami Nishimura and her fiance was unfortunately murdered by the person we're all planing to stop. Say hi to her, everyone."
Everyone else in the room said hi and raised their right hands in unison as they greeted the neurotic mess of a woman.
"Before Lady Kiryuin comes in and takes a look at us, why not we tell each other why you're all under my care so you all can get familiar with each other. Whoever wants to speak out first, feel free to do so." Richard added, encouraging the group to speak up and talk to each other.
"Mind if I go first for the sake of America?" Kevin asked in a very enthusiastic tone, eager to talk.
"Go ahead and knock yourself out, Mr. Casavantes." Richard replied as he stepped aside to allow Kevin to tell everyone about himself.
"Salutations, everyone. My name is Kevin Casavantes and I am a veteran of the United States Marine Corps. I have killed five hundred enemy forces in multiple tour of duties as a Scout Sniper for my platoon and another five hundred when I worked for a few private military companies and as a mercenary for higher. I used to suffer very severe forms of post-traumatic stress disorders from my intense tours of duties in the middle east until I met my dear friend Dr. Richard Batty, who i'm sure have helped you out as well as he did to me. God bless America, the lord Jesus Christ and all of the founding fathers of America who have passed away many, many years ago for helping me find Dr. Batty and god bless him for making me a better man...who does a much better job at killing dirty ass motherfuckers that dare to mess with Texas and fuck with America." the military vet told everyone else in the room, which made a few people who disagreed with his personal views wince a bit do to how stanch he is to his love of his country.
"...thank you, Mr. Casavantes. You may sit down now." Richard responded, slightly unsettled by some of the things Kevin said.
Once Kevin sat himself back down, Udo raised his hand and asked, "Mind if I speak up now?"
"Go ahead, Mr. Fassbender. I'm sure everyone is really curious to know about your personal history." Richard replied, which prompted the seemingly alive corpse to stand up and get himself in front of the others.
"In case you don't know, my name ist Udo Fassbender. I was born in Germany und lived zuhere as a normal healzy person until some jackass shot me in ze neck and dumped my ass into a lake. However, if you zink zat was za worst of it, you're wrong. Some psychotic lunatics took my body und fucked me like a dog until the bitch ran off wiz me for her own sick ass pleasures. Luckily, zugh some strange circumstances, I came back to life as a living corpse, hence why I only have one eye, ist suffering from ze worst form of male pattern baldness and have no genitalia whatsoever, zuhough having a steel pipe double as one doesn't hurt. A real tragedy, but I can live with it, vhitch was the first zing Dr. Batty taught me to cope with. I have notzing but za most utmost respect for him." the walking, talking corpse told everyone, which fascinated them all quite a bit. Once he finished his statements, he sat down so the next person could say anything they want.
"I guess it's my turn." Evelyn piped in as she stood up and walked up to where the others were standing. Once she got into position, she added, "Aside from Captain America over there, I may be the biggest celebrity in this strange collection of people but if you're not familiar with me, my name is Evelyn Adams-Nickelsen. I was the subject of my parents' kids books, which happened to be the 'Incredible Evelyn' series, in case you never heard of it. For almost an entire month a few years ago, I fooled the entire media by thinking my husband at the time, Devin Nickelsen, murdered me. Once he actually showed that he still had some affection towards me, I immediately hauled my ass back to his home town and reassured everyone that i'm just okay...though not without killing an old ex-boyfriend of mine to make him look like he kidnapped me. I then had a very lovely baby boy with Devin but unfortunately, things between the two of us got so toxic, I had no choice but to off Devin so he could no longer be a nuisance to me and my son."
"Several years after that, when my son Simon got old enough to go to school, we had a rather bizarre confrontation with a cosmic being that called itself The Badonkadonk, which nearly drove us to kill each other. While I personally think this Badonkadonk creature was actually just Devin trying to get back at me from beyond the grave, other times I kinda digress and think it was just some monster that had nothing better to do. Although I rarely have told anyone else these things, Dr. Richard Batty, whom I became acquainted with when some government officials appointed him to be my therapist during my...ahem...recovery time from escaping from the guy whom I claimed to have captured me and since Richard is no saint either, it granted me the opportunity to tell these truths to someone without ever landing my hot ass into prison."
"Holy shit, madame! As crazy and sick as that sounds...that's the most fuckin' American thing to do! So American, you could literally shit out our flag into a toilet!" Kevin shouted as he suddenly stood up and saluted Evelyn, even going as far as to shedding a single tear for her, which she didn't appreciate all that much.
"I thought you were the one who was more likely to crap out stars and stripes, Kevin. You're so unapologetically American, you eat cereal and birthday cakes shaped like the American flag, I bet." Evelyn sarcastically replied to the war vet, which he found to be a bit offensive to some extent.
"But I actually do, Evelyn. I'm the most fuckin' American thing since sweet apple pie and tailgating on Super Bowl Sunday for god's sake!" Kevin cried back, needlessly pouring his guts out for the sake of his own ego.
"That's enough, you two. We still have three more people to tell us about themselves. We can't have them lose their opportunity to speak up once Lady Kiryuin enters the room." Richard told the bickering man and woman, who took note of what he said, prompting Evelyn to sit down.
Without even saying anything, Steven stood up while holding onto his acoustic guitar, got in front of the others and told them, "Hi. My name is Steven Frusciante Magnum. You may know me best as the former front man of the band 'Neutral Chili Tree', which has made such albums as 'In the Sex Magik Plane Over the Blank Planet', 'Stupid Mother Island', 'Ferris Wheel in Arcadium' and 'Everything Is Upstairs in Californication'. However, after doing some collaborations with Tepeth's very own front man, who's name is Alfonso Mikkelsen and happens to be a very close friend of mine even to this day, I had a bit of a mental breakdown, which led to me getting help from Dr. Richard Batty, the man all of you know very well and had us come here to help him out for once. It was with his help that I was able to get back on track and resume making music, both under my own name as well as a very dance worthy electronic driven side project by the name of 'Swindlethumb'. As I visit Japan to help you all, i'll be working on making the next album for that project, which I hope to get out to the public in the next eight months."
"Oh yeah, I remember listening to Neutral Chili Tree when I was in college." Evelyn spoke out, sounding very thrilled to be in his presence. "Why can't you reunite? Some of those old albums still hold up to this very day."
"Some day, Evelyn...and when that day comes, Neutral Chili Tree..will just be a bit of a side project. Swindlethumb and my solo career are my muses at the moment." Steven replied, remaining soft spoken, which bummed Evelyn out quite a bit.
With not much else to say, Steven sat back down and resumed strumming his guitar, leading to several seconds of awkward silence when no one else offered to say anything.
"Mr. Harkin. Care if you say a few things to the others?" Richard asked, hoping he would get to have the strange old man in the wheelchair to say something about himself.
"Uhhhh...does anyone want a bagel bite? I brought enough bagel bites for everyone. There should be plenty in my bag for dinner." Perry replied with his strange, scratchy voice.
"No. I want you to say some things about yourself, Mr. Harkin. The others would like to know more about you." Richard replied back, growing a little impatient with him.
"Ummm...i'm not really good at doing that. I wouldn't want to bore you to death with the story of that time I dumped my daughter in law's ass into the Pacific Ocean along with her pet bulldog. The bitch kept letting him shit on my carpet whenever my son brought them over to visit me."
"Well...I guess that's enough for the others to hear." Richard replied back, accepting the fact that he won't be able to get anything out of a senior citizen. He then looked at Izanami and asked her, "Since you're the last one to go, can you please tell the others about you situation, Ms. Nishimura?"
"Yes, doctor." Izanami quietly responded as she slowly stood up, walked her way towards the spot the others (sans Perry) stood at and added, "My name is Izanami Nishimura and until a few days ago, I was the happiest nurse in...Honno City. My fiance, Masanori Kakinomoto, was murdered in cold blood by his ex-girlfriend Satsuki Matoi and with Ragyo Kiryuin, Dr. Richard Batty and the rest of you's help, i'll be able to avenge his death and show how much pain and suffering Satsuki Matoi inflicted on me."
"We sure will, honey." Evelyn replied as she and the others (except Perry) applauded Izanami's brief but riveting speech. "If you hang with me, i'll show you the best ways you can avenge your fiance's death."
"Thank you, Evelyn. I look forward to spending some time with you." Izanami replied, very pleased to see that someone is willing to help her out.
"Well. Since you're all done introducing each other, it's time for you all to meet Lady Kiryuin, who's been anxiously awaiting to meet you." Richard told the others as he walked up to the door behind him and knocked on it, which prompted Ragyo to open it and enter the room.
Once she saw the people Richard recruited to help her out, Ragyo looked at him, gave him a very warm, accepting smile, looked back at the group and told them, "I'm very impressed, Dr. Batty. This is quite the eccentric cash grab of individuals you gathered up. I'm very positive that you'll all succeed and make me proud.". Once she finished that statement, she turned her head towards Richard again and whispered, "You made me a very happy woman, Richard Batty. Please tell the others to check my city out. I want you to fuck my brains out again."
"Sure thing, Ragyo." Richard enthusiastically whispered back while smiling, prompting him to look at the others and inform them, "You're all done for the day. Go ahead and check the city out if you want to. Me and Lady Kiryuin...have some very private business to attend to. Once we require your presence again, Ragyo will have her other employers pick you up and bring you back to this building immediately."
The others nodded their heads and immediately left the room to do things to keep themselves busy, all while Ragyo grabbed a firm hold onto Richard's tie and dragged him into the room she was sitting in so they could have their second sex session, which promised to be even steamier and sexier than first.
Something that if Soichiro Matoi, Goro Inafune, Ryuko Kiryuin and Satsuki Matoi knew of, it would enrage them to the point where it makes them sick to their stomachs.
"Hmmmm. I guess Mr. Matoi was onto something. Seems like all the times I sewn wounds up in medical class were able to translate well into sewing clothes much better than I imagined." Shiro Iori told himself as he was seen practicing his sewing skills by producing a rather crude looking yet seemingly wearable t-shirt, an obvious first attempt at creating clothes on his own. However, before he got a chance to finish the shirt, he heard a knocking on his door, which startled him a bit.
"Who's knocking on my door?" the blonde haired surgeon turned novice clothes maker nervously yelped as he asked the person on the other side of the door.
"Just a poorly animated ninja in red clothes that can punch the heads off other poorly animated characters made in a really lousy computer program." Satsuki sarcastically replied while trying her hardest to speak in a gruff, deep pitched voice that ended up sounding quite unconvincing.
"Oh please come in, Satsuki. I wouldn't mind you hanging out with me for a little bit." Iori nervously stammered back as his cheeks turned a bit pink out of embarrassment.
"Sure will." Satsuki responded as she opened the door and entered the room, joining herself with a friend she and Nonon had only reacquainted themselves with several months ago. Once inside, she closed the door behind her so she could spend some alone time with Iori.
"Feel free to sit anywhere you want, Satsuki. I appreciate someone giving me feedback on my...admittedly less than impressive work." Iori added, feeling good that Satsuki is now in the room.
"So how are you doing with the clothes making? Any progress?"
"Well, I just about done making a shirt, but I don't think I did all that good of a job making it." Iori told Satsuki as he showed her the crudely made shirt.
"I think it looks alright." Satsuki calmly replied while sporting an angelic smile that made Iori's heart feel a bit gooey on the inside. "How about I...lend myself as a model for your next attempt?"
"Really? I don't think that would be too...ummmm...good of a...idea." Iori nervously responded as he tried to talk Satsuki out of her idea, only to then witness her taking Junketsu off without warning, reducing herself to just wearing a bra and panty set, prompting him to nervously stammer out "Why did you take your clothes off?"
"I took my kamui off so I could help you out...and let you see a little bit more of me than usual." Satsuki coyly spoke back while smirking, which flustered Iori up quite a bit.
"Uhhhh...okay. Not something I was expecting, but i'll roll with it." Iori replied as the pink hue on his cheeks grew redder and sweat started to dribble down his forehead. He then grabbed the materials to take Satsuki's measurements and asked her, "I'm...uhhh...going to have to take your measurements before I can get started and I might accidentally touch you in some...sensitive places during this process. Is that going to be a problem."
"Not at all, Iori. In fact, I do want you to take as many measurements as you can. Don't be afraid to touch me in certain spots if you have to, you have my complete permission to do so." Satsuki replied back, still sporting a very angelic smile that would even make the coldest of souls thaw faster than an ice cream cone in a blistering California heatwave.
With the measuring tape ready, Iori stretched it out across Satsuki's arm width, wrote down the measurements on blank piece of paper, stretched it out against her back, wrote down those specific measurements and wrapped it around her waist. However, before he got the chance to pull the tape away, Satsuki told him a surprisingly husky, seductive manner, "Can you please move that up a bit higher for me?"
"Ummmm...okay." Iori replied in a fairly puzzled manner as he slid the tape against Satsuki's stomach, stopped it where it was hovering over her belly button and added, "Is that it?"
"A little more higher." Satsuki quickly responded in a way that made it not a demand out of frustration, but one of sheer playfulness.
"...alright." Iori spoke back as he slid the tape up towards Satsuki's rib cage, then added, "Is that it?"
"Still not high enough." Satsuki replied, still smiling and as playful as she had been for the last minute.
"...okay." Iori responded as he, once again, slid the tape upward against Satsuki's body, stopping at the spot on her abdomen that was before he reached her breasts.
"Almost there." Satsuki replied back, which actually rattled Iori quite a bit.
"Does she...does she really want me to go there?" Iori thought to himself as his eyes bulged out a bit, completely surprised that his old childhood friend actually wants him to touch her fun bags.
"Don't stop, Iori." Satsuki responded, teasing him a bit. "You're almost there."
"Ehhh...fuck it." Iori quietly told himself in a whisper as he then slid the tape up against Satsuki's breasts, stopping it where the tape was pressing against her nipples.
"Perfect." Satsuki replied in an oddly erotic, airy tone as she leaned her head upward and gently rubbed her fingers against her thighs. "That feels soooo good, Shiro Iori."
"Please stop, Satsuki. You're making me feel like i'm in a sauna." Iori nervously laughed as he couldn't believe what Satsuki Matoi was doing to him.
"Then what would this make you feel like?" Satsuki responded as she suddenly pulled Iori's surgical mask off, leaned her face towards his and pecked her lips onto his, delivering an unexpected kiss that Iori never expected to experience. A kiss so emotionally powerful, it made him drop his measurement tape.
For several seconds, the two kept their lips pressing against each other and were looking at each other eye to eye, which loosened Iori up and released some pent up emotions that were building up inside Satsuki.
"Oooooh. Satsuki's finally doing something to rectify her lack of a love life." Junketsu inquired as he watched the fireworks between his wearer and her old childhood friend, very happy to see that the horrible things her mother did hadn't damaged her sexual desires.
After a good fifteen seconds of holding that position, Satsuki pulled her lips away from Iori's as a thin but noticeable strand of saliva stretched out between their respective lips, only for the black and blue haried girl to speak out, "I've been waiting to do that for months now, Shiro Iori."
"...I kinda knew you had those kinds of feelings towards me, Satsuki Matoi. Especially after all those times you would look at me with that exact expression on your face. I just didn't know if you were doing it to play me with or it was genuine." Iori replied as he realized all of those times Satsuki would look at him with her steely eyes had the exact purpose he assumed they had for some time now.
"You have no idea how much I missed being with you back when we were children." Satsuki replied back as she continued to look at Iori with an intense, passionate sparkle in her eyes. "Even though we hadn't been in contact with each other since the funeral, I had that intense butterflies in the stomach sensation the day we reacquainted with each other back at the beginning of the school year. Perhaps I can thank my sister and...ugh...my mother for reuniting us."
"I know you dealt a hard blow witnessing that masked psycho killing your previous boyfriend, Satsuki, so I don't know if you're ready to start dating me yet...that's if we really are close to being an item now." Iori responded, knowing that he himself is not ready to start a relationship with Satsuki, especially in such dangerous, life risking times.
"You think?" Satsuki coyly replied back while still smiling, not bothered by what the blonde haired man around her age she just kissed said at all.
"So...is that a yes on us being a couple?" Iori asked, still not quite sure of what Satsuki was now getting it.
"...maybe." Satsuki playfully replied as she put her friend's mask back on, stopped looking at him, stood back up and began to put Junketsu back. "However...what I do you know is that I know for sure you can sew some clothes on. I can see it in your eyes."
"I now I can too." Iori responded as he picked up a wash rag up and began to dry his moist face up. "Thank you, Satsuki Matoi."
"No. Thank you...Shiro Iori." Satsuki spoke back as she opened the door and left the room, knowing that she helped boost Iori's confidence up by ten fold and even helped make him see that there is, indeed, a future for them together.