READER'S DISCRETION ADVISED
THIS STORY CONTAINS MAN ON MAN, WOMAN ON WOMAN, GRAPHIC SCENES, RAPE, GORE, SMUT, STRONG LANGUAGE, RACISM, AND USAGE OF DRUGS.
DISCLAIMER
I DO NOT OWN THE FINDER SERIES OR A SOME OF THE CHARACTERS.
ALSO
SOME OF THE SCENES AND PLOT WAS INSPIRED BY Business As Usual by Kadzuki Fuchoin. TO WHICH SHE HAS GIVEN ME HER PERMISSION TO USE.
"I hate getting a massage."
Said no one ever.
The yellow shining sun starts rising from the ground. It fills the sky with mighty colours of red and orange while splashing the clouds with endless rays of pink. So bright and mesmerizing as it invites the day.
"You boys ready?" Tori asks as she does a standing thigh stretch. She's wearing a black spandex sports bra and booty shorts, a jacket is tied around her waist in which Ebony settled in the hood.
"Oh we're always ready," Xin responds as he does some side lunges. He's wearing a simple white tank-top and loose jeans. Behind him the two large dogs, Hoshi and Kaede, patiently stand panting.
The small group are in a railroad yard, there usual morning workout area. Ebony's ears perk when she hears the familiar faint creaking of metal shifting and lets out a bark. Everyone gets ready near the tracks; Tori and Xin take their starting crouch positions while the dogs stand on either side of them.
Soon the chugging of locomotive wheels faintly sound… gradually getting louder and louder. Then it's whistle blows and everyone takes off right as it appears around a blind bend.
And the race is on.
The train takes the lead by a yard and a half, followed by the gang being neck and neck. The adrenaline is pumping as Tori and Xin try to surpass one another. While at the same time the two gradually catch up to the train's main lead car.
Who will be the winner?
The title is taken by the young assassin as she bursts through the tree line. The train's whistle blares as it continues on it's way along the tracks. Tori and the boys continue jogging along the main road back to town.
"So…" Xin pants. "What's on the agenda today, Sensei?"
Tori doesn't respond for a moment.
The other day Tori had given Xin a assignment that required simple surveillance of one of the targets so she could find out about the "special visitor". Then yesterday she had him continue the surveillance so she could gather some information on Ryuichi's new business partner. He also had to write a report which she has to admit was professionally laid out and detailed.
"Know what, I think you're ready to move onto the next phase of the assignment."
"Eh?"
"Yeah. Try and get him alone but call me before you start the interrogation."
"Yes ma'am!" Xin says eagerly.
For the next several minutes everyone jogs in comfortable silence. Tori stares off into space as she bounces up and down. Her mind going back to the meeting that took place a couple days ago.
In a way she has her regrets for sticking around. Just remembering the restraint causes an echo of the migraine she had to deal with after she left. She's a bit envious of Asami's self-control, being so calm and collected- and inviting that bastard Feilong for a drink.
For her, when Akihito's name left the long-haired man's mouth a burning rage hissed through her veins like deathly poison. It screeched, demanding release in a form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting; fury sweeping off her like ferocious waves. The wrath practically consumed her moralities, but she miraculously managed to restrain herself.
"You're desperate…." Asami's voice echoes.
If only he knew. Tori thought to herself with a smirk.
Tori is suddenly brought back to earth when a small bluejay flies by her face- making her suddenly stop in her tracks. It flutters back and she notices it has a playing card in it's beak. A Jack of Spades to be exact.
"Hello my child," a voice greets.
Tori looks over and sees an elderly woman sitting behind a small folding table, upon which is a deck of playing cards laid out in a row of four.
"Shall I read your fortune today?"
"Uh, I don't have my wallet on me." Tori responds kindly.
"Did Mirai ask for money," the fortune teller says rhetorically then gestures with her hand. "Please."
Tori cocks her head to the side. Normally she's not into this kind of stuff but figured why not, plus it's free… apparently. She sits down on her knees opposite of the elderly woman, Ebony crawls onto her lap.
The bluejay glides over and lands on the table, setting down the card.
"Now," the fortune teller, Mirai, begins. "randomly choose two cards from each row."
Tori does just that, laying the cards in the middle of the table. When she finishes Mirai sweeps up the four piles into one and shuffles it. Then removes one card before setting the deck aside and turning the other cards over face up.
"Ah, a destined romance awaits you my child." Mirai says after setting down a Ace of Hearts. She then lays a six of hearts. "And it will be someone from your past, an old friend of some sort."
Well that could be anyone. Tori thought to herself with a small smirk.
Mirari then lays down a eight of diamonds. "The two of you will meet while on travel," she lays down a three of spades. "Though the encounter will not be a pleasant one…"
Tori looks down at her smartwatch when she feels it vibrate, finding that she has a text message from her cousin.
.~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
Akihito: Hey we're on our way.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~.
She listens distantly to what the fortune teller says as she quickly types a reply back.
.~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
Me: ?
Akihito: Are you ready?
Me: For what?
Akihito: The spa. Asami said he made reservations for us.
Me: Lol I didn't get the memo!
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~.
"And now this card means-"
"Sorry to interrupt," Tori cuts off Mirai as she gets up. "But I gotta going. Thank you."
The young assassin gives a quick bow and dashes off.
Is this really where Tori lives? Akihito thought to himself as Yosuke pulls up to the apartment complex.
The photographer anticipated that her place would be a bit shabby considering it's deep in the Kabukicho district, but this….
The dwelling consists of two five-story stone buildings practically coated with grime, the only splash of color is from the lurid graffiti. They stand on either side of a stone railroad track, beneath which is littered with the injection of paraphernalia. Akihito even gets a few dejected stares of men and women leaning against the rusty railing of their patios as they smoke no doubt illegal substances of some sorts. Of course he shouldn't be surprised of the attention that is being drawn considering that today's choice of vehicle is a sleek black BMW X1.
Akihito takes out his phone but as he's unlocking it he jumps when a sudden loud bang comes on the window along with a loud yell. Even Kobe and Yosuke jumped and reached for their guns. Akihito looks back out the window and sees Tori laughing her ass off.
"Did I scare you guys?" Tori chortles as the photographer opens the door.
"Obviously!" Akihito responds.
When he steps off the girl immediately gives him a hug, careful not to squeeze too hard. When she pulls away Akihito feels a bit of weight on his shoulders, finding Ebony had climbed onto them when she nuzzles his cheek.
"Come on inside," Tori says as she moves towards the entrance.
Akihito and Kobe exit the vehicle while Yosuke remains behind.
"So what brings you to this part of the slums?" Tori asks as they step onto an elevator.
"Yeah, it was so weird." Akihito responds. "As soon as I wake up Asami tells me to get ready, said he made reservations for us at a spa in Roppongi."
"Really?!"
Akihito nods. "Though he wanted me to tell you to not make him regret it,"
Tori chuckles. "Well since he let you come out to play I'll try to restrain myself."
Soon the elevator reaches the destined floor and everyone steps off. When they reach the young assassin's abode Ebony immediately jumps off Akihito's shoulders and quickly scurries under the couch, soon chasing out a mouse. Akihito can't believe his cousin- let alone anyone lives in such a place.
"It's crap right," Tori says.
"Er- uh, nah it's very… homey." Akihito responds.
Tori smirks and goes over to a door past the living room, revealing it to be the closet as she takes out some clothes and a towel. "Well make yourselves at home while I take a quick shower."
After the young assassin disappears into the bathroom Akihito looks around the dwelling. To the immediate right from the front door is the living room; consisting of an old moth-eaten couch, a coffee table, and old school box tv. Opposite is the kitchen, a long table with a few chairs, and next to that is a washer and dryer. The remaining left corner space is the bedroom area, between that and the bathroom a thick strand of long blue silk hangs from the ceiling. Akihito goes over to the refrigerator and opens it; it's empty except for a carton of milk, fruits, and some gatorades.
More than Asami's fridge when I first moved in… Akihito thought to himself after he closes it.
He then begins to feel the wooden floor shaking beneath his feet. Soon the squealing of metal moving along metal sounds, mixed with the rapid rushing of air. It becomes blaring and through the three windows in the back brick wall he can see a train drive by.
How can anyone live here!?
When the small group arrive at the spa they are immediately greeted by a staff who have been set aside just for the two honored guests.
The first treatment is a massage; for Akihito he got the regular therapy, and Tori chose to go with the reflexology. As they worked on her legs and feet she made a lot of noises that remind Akihito about himself that time when he and Asami were on that special little vacation a while back. The memory causes a stirring in his lower region, so he quickly pushes it away before he pitches a tent in front of the nice girl working her magic on him. When he rolls off the table after about an hour he can finally take deep breaths, cough, and sneeze without that piercing pain in his abdomen. Even the tight, pinched muscles in his shoulder and neck, which had been compensating for the fractured ribs, also mercifully let go.
After the massage the two young blondes head over to a sauna specifically reserved for them, along with a soothing hot spring. After a relaxing soak in the bubbling waters there is still about a half-hour until the final treatment. They get dressed into their normal clothes the two decide to kill time by visiting the juice bar.
"Whoa, where did you get your nails done?" Akihito asks as the two sit down in the empty lounging area.
"Did them myself actually," Tori responds as she holds a hand out; the nails on each of her fingers have been clipped and sharply filed into sawtooth serrations.
"Wow, you must have been super bored for you to do that."
"Yeah, especially during the first week while I binged my shows."
"Oh, anything interesting?"
"I've really gotten into this kid show called Steven Universe. Actually so much so that I got a piece of merchandise." Tori gestures to her shirt, which is plain red with a single large yellow star on the front.
"What's it about?"
"This little kid who is half-human and half-alien, and like his mom- who's the alien- started a war back in the day and basically he's taking the fall for it and stuff. Also the soundtrack is pretty good." Tori takes a sip of her mango-milkshake then changes the subject. "So how are things at home? Is Asami still giving you blue-balls?"
"Yeah," Akihito sighs.
Tori chuckles. "Damn, if it were me I'd be hindering the hell out of him?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I'd tease him 'till he was ready to crack. My gosh, I remember being just terrible with Duong."
"Duong?"
Tori nods. "The super yummy Vietnamese eggroll I married some years back."
"You were married!?"
Tori furrows her brows a bit. "Didn't I tell you?"
With wide eyes Akihito shakes his head.
"Huh, thought I did. But my gosh Christian Grey had nothing on him!"
"Wait, what happened to him?"
Tori clicks her tongue and inhales through her teeth. "Well one night-"
The blonde is interrupted when Akihito's phone suddenly begins to ring. The photographer fishes it out of his shirt pocket and answers it.
"Hello? Ah yes this is he."
He listens for a moment…
And suddenly Akihito's eyes go wide.
BRIEF WORD FROM THE AUTHOR
I'm guessing that phone call isn't good news. I wonder what is up? Well you all know the only way to find out.
Sorry if the chapter was a bit short and got a bit sloppy in the end but I hope you all enjoyed nonetheless.
Until next time, as always, stay awesome loves!:)