'Assassins of the Hinata'
Disclaimer: Ken Akamatsu wrote 'Love Hina' and he owns the rights. This tale written for fun, and I seek no re-dress from it.
Do not read this story if any of the following items offend you!
Warning: Contains extremely violent scenes of a very graphic nature and excessive bloodletting; incest, and children born from incest; and extreme use of insulting language.
Writer's notes: Keitaro plays a smaller, albeit a still significant role in this story
-Chapter 1-
Penthouse high-rise, Shinjuku, Tokyo…
Having finished a financial feasibility study submitted to her by her younger daughter, the leader of a secretive crime association then turned to other matters.
Now seated comfortably at a traditional low table in her drawing room, Urashima Hinata sipped tea and read the newest reports provided by her eldest granddaughter:
Scenario #1:
As she waited in an underground tram station near one of the rougher areas of Tokyo, someone who wore a knee-length middle school fuku and backpack stood quietly on the platform. With white ankle socks and loafers on their feet, as well as having trinkets which dangled from the pack they wore, the person looked the perfect vulnerable 'loli' archetype.
Seemingly oblivious to her surroundings, the girl did not look as if fazed to the possible dangers of the place this late into the evening.
The TV and newspapers reports had been full of accounts about late-night rapes and molestations which had occurred recently on this particular line. Included in those reports was an especially brutal gang rape that took place near there just a couple of weeks prior that had involved the college age daughter of a very prominent family.
The tram stopped, air brakes hissed and the doors quickly opened.
For some reason, the cars were empty this evening. The operator, who sat up at their station, was the only other person onboard right now.
Entering the last car, the girl stood toward the front of the tram where she reached for an overhead strap. Bracing herself, she waited for the doors to close before the tram pulled out for its next destination.
Two stops later, and with nothing untoward happening here, the tram pulls out once again…
The third stop promises something less boring as she espies two non-descript young men waiting on the platform for the tram to come to a full stop.
A hidden smile crosses her face.
The doors hiss.
"This is fucking bullshit, Haruo," said one non-descript young man as he boards with his friend.
The duo sat down in the back.
The young girl's smile widened out of sight of her fellow passengers.
"No real action tonight," said Haruo nudging his friend.
"I wish," said the second young man who looked somewhat downcast, "the last bitch we had fun with nearly blinded me."
Hearing this, the girl up front snickered slightly.
That was when the two men looked across the car and saw what looked like a lone vulnerable young girl who was in easy reach.
Haruo elbows his friend and said, "Slim pickings, but she will have to do."
Getting out of his seat and slowly making his way to the front of the car, the man reaches out and…
Showing speed and dexterity that belies her tiny frame, the young girl deftly sidesteps her would-be assailant.
Pulling a knife from a hidden slot in her backpack, the blade quickly slashes his throat to the spine and then flies across the car in the same motion.
Embedding itself just above the 'Adam's Apple' of her would-be assailants' companion, it severed certain nerves and instantaneously shut down all of their bodily functions.
As the life bled out from the young man on the floor before her, the petite young girl carefully walked around a growing pool of blood.
Looking contemptuously at the dead seated thug, the girl quickly extricates her blade and wipes the ichor off on his shirt. In a practiced motion, she re-inserts the weapon back into her pack.
Without commenting or even looking back, the young girl steps off at the next stop and calmly ascends to street level.
Pulling a blue tooth device from a pocket in her fuku, she placed it in her ear and said, "Sanction complete. Maehara requesting pickup. GPS on."
Rounding a corner and heading down an alley, she did not hear a female scream come from down below.
End of Sanction.
Personnel Spec's: Maehara, Shinobu. Age: 27
Specialties: Edged weapons, which she can throw with unerring accuracy. Using ordinary kitchen cutlery, she hones them herself to a fine edge. Also employs objects that includes Shirukens, steel ball bearings and small heavy-handled daggers along with anything else within reach.
Training: Hand-to-hand combat utilizing Krav Maga, Systema and Jeet Kun Do. Has a sixth-degree black belt in Karate and is proficient with a Naginata. Has a graduate certificate from the Cordon Bleu in France.
Comments: Due to honed reflexes, a fierce temper and quick reactions, never take her petite stature lightly. She will kill without hesitation if provoked. With ease, Maehara has taken out four specialized teams sent to neutralize her.
Verdict: Given free agent status.
Scenario #2:
Yokohama docks…
As she walked down a decrepit street near a depressed business area, a beautiful woman with ash-blonde hair coldly eyed an upcoming alleyway. Only someone with her particular skillsets would dare to be out here this time of night dressed the way she was.
However, from her neutral facial expression, the woman could hardly care less, as she feared nothing.
Clad in a yellow and black skintight catsuit, zippered down to allow some of her ample cleavage to show itself, an over-sized beige trench coat covered a large custom-made holster strapped under her left arm. Low spike-heeled boots in tan finished off her interesting ensemble.
It was almost as if someone had stepped out of a manga or anime, only this woman was much deadlier.
In the shadows, she proceeded down the side street to just before where the lights showed forth from where she was previously.
Stopping, and still shrouded in darkness, the woman assessed the situation before her. Two large Yakuza-looking thugs leisurely stood outside of an open doorway with a short stairway just inside it. Garishly, a pink neon sign in Romaji hung over the entrance.
Relaxing until the proper time, she turned and leaned against the wall of a nearby building.
Lifting one of her sensuous legs, she placed it on a nearby crate. Pulling a cigarette from an inside pocket, she lit it and kept vigil.
Looking down at where her holster was inside of her coat, she said to it in a calm quiet voice, "We may actually have some fun tonight, sweetie. More so if that intelligence was correct." With no smile on her face, what she said could instantly have dried out a martini.
Twenty minutes and half-way through her third cigarette later, a limo pulled up and dropped off three passengers.
Greeting the ones outside, the three promptly went inside and up the stairs.
Dropping her cigarette on the ground, she ground the 'cherry' out under the heel of her boot and stood up straight to face the street before her. At the same time, she reached her right hand into her open trench coat and pulled out a custom-made jet black .44 automatic with a large 30-centimeter sound suppressor attached.
Holding the fearsome weapon up, she unemotionally said to it, "Let's go play, sweetie."
This said, she then held it down by her side, which allowed the coat to shield its presence from anyone's sight.
Pulling the catsuit zipper down a little more to provide the perfect distraction, the woman made her way up the alley.
Across the street, the two goons caught sight of a beautiful woman as she strode towards them, that was before their brains splattered on the wall behind them.
Only two muffled reports and two clangs of brass rang out into the empty night.
Without pause, she then entered the building…
Coolly, and without any hastened movements, the woman sauntered up the short stairwell.
Espying the inside of the building, she remembered the layout from her briefing, she turned and entered a room.
Seeing three men as they sat in a western-style bar booth, none realized they had only fractions of a second left in this world.
No bartender present.
"Ah, this evening's…," was all that the man on one side said as his- and the man in the opposite corner, had their brains blown out.
"What the…?" the man in the middle cried before his life ended as well.
Three loud muffles and three clangs on the wooden floor rang out.
Before leaving, another more contemptuous shot rang out and destroyed the lifeless testicles of the man in the middle.
Assessing the situation, the unsmiling woman said, "Good job, sweetie." She then re-holstered her fearsome weapon.
Kneeling down, she spotted and picked up her expended brass.
Going down the stairs and back into the night, the other two casings she found soon joined their brothers.
Re-tracing her way back up the alley, she pulled a Bluetooth device out from inside her coat and placed it into her ear.
"Sanction complete. Konno requesting pickup. GPS on."
Lighting another cigarette, she then casually sauntered to her rendezvous point.
End of Sanction.
Personnel Spec's: Konno, Mitsune aka 'Kitsune'. Age: 28
Specialties: Firearms of all types. Known to use custom adapted pistols and rifles on sanctions. Larger caliber sniper rifles and operation of heavier weapons are also fortes of hers. Also, has one of the largest collections of classic weapons known, the depository is unknown.
Training: Besides her extensive knowledge of firearms, she has training in Karate, Systema and Krav Maga. MS degrees in Advanced Mathematics and Applied Psychology from Tokyo, and Osaka, University.
Comments: Considered a 'stone killer', someone who kills without the slightest remorse. Will do so without the slightest hesitation. Once used a portable mini-gun to slaughter an entire team sent to sanction her. Has pet names for all of her weapons.
Verdict: Given free agent status.
Scenario #3:
In Chiba Prefecture…
Near a very famous theme park, a certain western-style jazz club has drawn quite a number of overflow crowds these past few evenings.
The reason, a beautiful honey-voiced siren had entranced its patrons for two shows a night on a stage in a smoke-filled lounge.
With long brunette tresses, a red knee-length body-hugging silk halter dress with a slit up one side and spike-heeled platforms, she gripped the microphone in such a manner that no one could move their eyes away. A sultry voice which channeled the likes of Billie Holliday and Ella Fitzgerald in flawless English wafted through in such a style that nearly torched the place to the ground.
Her first show of the evening had mesmerized in attendance while a jazz-combo quintet laid down the sounds behind her.
Of the ones who watched her, a very handsome young man in an expensive suit stood at the bar while he enjoyed a CC and Seven.
Belting out her last note of the set, the fiery-haired songstress noticed the particular stranger who perused her as the room broke into thunderous applause.
'Found him,' she noted as she remembered her briefing.
With her performance complete, she stepped down from the stage and sashayed her way to the bar. A number of customers, both foreign and Japanese, complimented her singing while she passed them by.
The bartender poured her a whiskey neat, as she then clambered onto a stool next to the handsome stranger.
"Have anything planned for later on?" queried the man who looked ahead with his drink in both hands.
"Depends on what you have planned, sweetie," she replied in like manner downing her drink.
Subtlety played itself out here as she gathered more clues on her target.
"It could be rather fun if you are interested," he said finally looking over at her with a small smile.
The bartender poured her another shot.
"Gives me something to shoot for then," she teased and knew right then that was her target.
The flirting continues for a while before the next set began.
On stage again, the set was sultrier than the first one. Knowing to keep up her façade, the brunette emoted perfect renditions of famous standards of the 40's and 50's.
Except for the voice and the band, the room stood perfectly quiet.
When the last set ended, and the applause quieted down, the woman thanked the band for their hard work before 'bee lining' it towards the bar.
"I see you are still here," she said whispering in his ear, "Give me a few minutes to change into something less appropriate." To add meaning to her words, she gave him a small peck on the cheek.
As she headed to the dressing room to change, the look on the man's face was priceless.
"What a dumb fuck," hissed the brunette derisively as she stepped in and closed the door behind her, "Makes this almost too damn easy."
Trusting her instincts, the woman planned accordingly.
Fifteen minutes later…
The man at the bar almost dropped the drink from his hand when the woman he had waited for returned. His eyes nearly bugged out as a bulge grew in his pants.
"Wait long, sweetie?" she cooed standing there now clad in a sheer white halter, plaid pleated miniskirt and red spike platforms. A faux coy smile accented her face.
"Whoa," said the man as he gathered his wits once more.
She then leaned in and whispered into his ear, "You said something about wanting to have fun."
Having paid his tab, the two then headed out into the night air.
On his arm, the woman made small talk with him as she detected certain subtle changes in his breathing and heart rate.
'I was right,' she thought laughing. It coincides with an innocuous comment he made.
Coming to an older apartment building not too far from the club, the man had them veer over to a ground-level suite.
Smiling wider, she saw a small enunciator box on the wall with a button and small speaker on the front. Plus, a camera bubble hung from overhead in a spot where there should not be one.
Her mind prepared for what comes next, her body had prepared itself back at the bar…
'Oh good,' she thought familiar with the setup here.
Standing there and not pulling out a key, he separated himself from her grasp before pressing the button.
He waited.
'Now,' she thought with a derisive sneer.
Quickly, the door opened, a hand reached out from a darkened room and pulled the woman inside the place.
The door then slammed shut just as quickly.
The man leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette. He tried to listen in on what was about to happen inside.
Muffled yells, as well as the sound of breaking furniture reverberated through the walls for about fifteen minutes.
That was not what he had expected to hear.
Eerily silent inside, that was before the loud kerfuffle of a door that someone was now ripping off its hinges. It went flying back into the middle of the floor inside.
Stepping into the foyer of the room, a light came on.
Grabbing the man from behind by the head and neck, the woman coolly said, "You were right, I did have a lot of fun. However, if you had been a good boy, I would have fucked you senseless. But sadly…"
His last sight was of eight broken male bodies, smashed furniture and some destroyed video equipment.
"…I have to go home now, alone and still horny."
The last sound he heard was the snapping of his own neck.
Dropping the body, the woman smiled and stepped into the bathroom. Pulling out a small a brush and compact from her clutch purse, she adjusted herself.
Finished, she happily sashayed back out into the night.
Back by the club, she reached into her purse again and pulled out a Bluetooth. Turning it on, she placed it into her ear, and said, "Sanction complete. Narusegawa requesting pickup. GPS on."
End of Sanction.
Personnel Spec's: Narusegawa, Naru. Age: 28
Specialties: Hand-to-Hand combat of all types. Known to have empathic healing abilities by being able to channel her immense Ki.
Training: Skilled in Judo, Jujitsu (Japanese and Brazilian), Karate, all forms of wrestling and boxing, Krav Maga, Muay Thai, Wing Chun and other Wu Shu forms. She is also a board-certified MD specializing in combat surgery and practical medicine.
Comments: Well-educated, highly intelligent and an extremely gifted individual. For four years, she was a highly paid call girl and escort, for both sexes. Known to enjoy her sanctions, Narusegawa has many sadistic tendencies, as she has employed her extensive carnal skillset on her targets.
Verdict: Given free agent status.
Scenario #4:
In Kyoto Prefecture, Kansai Region…
A dark vehicle pulled up to a traditional gate of powerful Yakuza Oyabun.
Saying not a word to her companion, a tall and very beautiful young woman stepped out onto the street.
While reaching back in for her Katana and Wakizashi, the driver said, "I will be right up the block as I know you will not be too long."
Having nodded, the young woman respectfully placed both of the ancient weapons into her Uwa-obi before she proceeded.
The vehicle drove off to its designated spot just up the street.
The woman turned and stood to face the main gate.
For a moment, she smiled.
'I shall avenge you this day, my ancestor,' she thought and then nodded her head for a moment of meditation.
Not bothering to knock as was customary, she drew her Katana and stuck a traditional pose.
Without warning, the woman lashed out and screamed: "Warui sanran sutoraiku, Dai ichi no keishiki." (Evil scattering strike, 1st form.)
The gate and part of the wall on either side next to it exploded into minute fragments.
Entering with a speed that defied description, she decapitated three armed guards and a large Rottweiler before it could pounce.
Back in the car, and having heard the explosion, the companion whispered, "Could get very messy in there."
After a slight chuckle, a window rolled down the window before they lit up a cigarette.
With no women or children present, the slaughter continued, as she was exceptionally merciless this day.
Her Ki was at such a height, that all her victims saw before they became headless was glowing red eyes.
Carefully, she ascended the main stairway after slicing a goon in half who had carried an Uzi.
Sending another wave that reverberated through her Katana, she destroyed a large door out of its track at the end of a second-floor hallway.
Two more heads had lopped off that left squirting stumps in their wake.
"Do you know…," said a balding middle-aged tattooed man rudely interrupted as his head separated like his underlings.
"I care not," she growled and interrupted him while standing at the ready.
With nothing but a slight breeze moving about, the young woman re-sheathed her Katana into its Saya.
'I hope you drank well,' thought the woman as she spotted her prize.
Walking over, she reached for and grabbed onto an ornately ornamented Katana.
All the time, she remained vigilant to her surroundings…
Bowing to the fearsome weapon, she declared, "Rest in peace, my ancestor. I have avenged you."
Then, she went elsewhere and looked for something to carry away her prizes.
Two loud explosions erupted, as the sounds of a collapsing structure ensued.
Looking into the rearview mirror, the companion looked to see the young woman carrying a fancy blade in one hand and a weighted down black trash bag in another.
"Open the trunk," said the woman approaching the back of the vehicle.
The companion pressed a button.
The bag went in, the trunk closed and the young woman pulled her weapons before she climbed into the front seat. The ancient Katana she held in both hands before her.
"Successful I see," said the companion as they pulled away from the curb.
"Very," answered the young woman cracking a slight smile, "and my Ane-ue will be very happy as well."
"By the way," said the companion out of curiosity, "What's in the bag?"
"You do not want to know," she answered as her smile widened.
End of sanction.
Personnel Spec's: Aoyama, Motoko. Age: 18
Specialties: Combat skills in all Budo styles associated with the golden age of the Samurai. Uses her immense store of Ki through a Katana to focus and magnify strikes that can cause immense damage.
Training: Expertly skilled in all forms of Japanese Martial Arts. Master of the Katana and the Wakizashi. Attends Tokyo University as an Honors Student in Letters.
Comments: With her immense internal Ki, this operative has taken a number of obsolescent combat forms and has transformed them for use in the 21st century. Has in many cases used a simple wooden Bokken to slice through metal objects. Known to have an extensive collection of severed heads sliced from the bodies of those sent to sanction her. Considered extremely dangerous.
Verdict: Given free agent status.
Scenario #5:
Older part of Narita Airport, Tokyo Prefecture…
Someone shimmied down a rope and set up shop.
A beautiful dark-skinned blonde-haired young woman dressed in a medium-grey digital pattern camouflage coverall, tan combat boots and a black beret stood vigil inside the top floor office suite of an old abandoned office building.
Levitating on the roof, a large vessel of some kind hovered impossibly cloaked one floor above its mistress.
Seated in a lightweight camping chair, she peered out a window utilizing a specially made digital macro-binocular and espied an equally abandoned aircraft hangar that sat across the highway.
"It's a beautiful day to make something go boom," she said with a smile while and reached over for another banana.
Peeling back the skin of her favorite yellow fruit, she waited patiently for the other half of her target to arrive. See logged an SUV and a tractor-trailer with a full load which had arrived not an hour previous.
"Oooo…, looky what I see," she whispered happily before lowering her targeting computer.
Pulling up to a main gate, two SUVs with a limo in between them stopped and waited.
Headlights from the lead SUV flashed twice, paused for a moment, then flashed three more times.
As her smile widened, the young woman looked at a device on her wrist.
Running a finger along the screen, she pressed an icon.
On the roof, a disc-shaped object materialized as if from nowhere and hurtled at blinding speed toward the hangar.
"Fly, my little pet," she said happily clapping her hands together.
Stopping suddenly, the flying disc searched for an entrance along the eaves and rusting metal roofing. Finding a torn seam by an exhaust vent, the disc shifted on its axis and silently glided inside.
Rotating 180˚, four slender legs extended out from underneath and latched themselves to a roof joist.
Although sweeping the place for wires and cameras before entering the place, those currently occupying the hangar have no clue that they were now under surveillance.
"What do we have here?" said the young woman as she gazed at the screen on her wrist.
Eight men exited the newly entered vehicles and greeted those already there.
"New playmates," yipped the woman excitedly as she laughed with glee.
Leaving her banana peels behind, the cloth seat went into a small bag that she had tied to the end of a rope.
Clambering quickly back up the rope after a last look around, she brought the bag up and carried it over to the levitating craft. After placing the bag into an exterior storage compartment, she pressed two icons on her wrist computer.
A couple of things then happened:
One, a hatchway appeared as if out of nowhere which allowed the woman to climb into the crafts' cockpit.
Two, and most importantly, five smaller discs ejected themselves from underneath the craft and hurtled rapidly towards the building across the way. Cloaking as they travelled, the discs then entered the still open hangar entrance and flew underneath all the vehicles present.
No longer able to contain her joy, she hollered while looking out the view screen, "Bye, bye!"
With that said, she hit another icon as everything around the hangar for a hundred meters atomized.
An invisible flying turtle rapidly levitated a kilometer straight up before it streaked off towards the southwest. Not one living person heard any maniacal laughter as it came from overhead.
End of Sanction.
Personnel Spec's: Su, Kaolla. Age: 25
Specialties: Super genius intellect skilled in Robotics, Bio- and Augmented Mechanical Engineering, Computer Programming and Hacking, Explosives and Finances. Extensive use of robots and turtle-shaped mechanoids.
Training: Six earned Doctorates in aforementioned specialties. Well skilled in Martial Arts, including Indian and Molmolian styles, Kali, Systema, Krav Maga and Karate.
Comments: Uses an off-putting, crazed and child-like persona to throw doubt into the minds of her targets. She has absolutely no qualms about killing for sport or fun. Considered too dangerous to sanction as she has access to most of the worlds' encrypted computer systems.
Verdict: Given free agent status with much prejudice.
This report about the latest sanctions carried out by our group and respectfully submitted by Urashima Haruka.
"Excellent job, my granddaughter," said Hinata with a smile.
-End of Chapter-