I OWN NOTHING

Eliza in canon is so sensual in everything she does that she obviously doesn't mind having sex with her servants. Don't deny it, you can picture her doing it for fun.

-0-

"Ah!" Naruto woke up with a startled cry and sat up in his bed.

Finding himself naked and next to an equally nude Eliza had him sigh and rub his face. Recalling all the previous events before his mother rode him to drain him of all reproductive fluids took time. During that brief pondering, he felt her dusky-skinned arms snake around his back for a hug. Pressing her firm, mature breasts on his back and feeling his well-sculpted pectoral muscles and smooth stomach with a hint of growing abs had her almost jittering. Although she wasn't the only frisky one as he moved an arm around her waist, resting his hand on her rounded behind.

"Pleasant dreams, my child?" she cooed, nibbling his earlobe.

"Somewhat," he replied and leaned his head on hers. "Reality's better, though."

"Flattering me for a gift, my son?" she teased him.

Groping her backside, he smirked and sunk his fingers into her soft, malleable flesh, "Your happiness is the only present I need, mother."

Before the two could resume their activities, Kushina arrived with a smile, not even flustered by the fact her mistress had been riding their son. After being with Eliza and fusing with her shard, a dark thrill appeared from seeing such a scene. Crooked, truly beyond twisted, the diva had the redhead watch the utter domination and submission she and Naruto indulged in with each other. It wasn't just the singer who loved being in control. Molding her precious boy into a worthy pharaoh meant he could tame her, and at times the two fought for the right to dictate their fornication with even wins and losses.

Observing Eliza's plump breasts on display, Kushina said, "It is done, mistress. The meeting shall be at the docks, pier 9."

"Naughty little pet," Eliza cackled. Her smile said she didn't mind the redhead's intrusion, "Didn't I tell you not to interrupt us?"

Returning the smile, Kushina bowed her head, "I know you as well as you know me, mistress. I am beyond thankful to be allowed to feel your touch even if only because our son and I share blood. In all honesty... I hoped to join you if you feel like disciplining me, mistress."

"Later," Eliza said as she coiled her arms around Naruto's shoulders. "For now, prepare yourself for battle. Once we're done here, we shall go end Vitale's foolish ambitions."

Leaning against Eliza, Naruto smirked, "And you said I had quite a sex drive when you taught me how to please women."

Fake-pouting, Eliza poked him on the nose, "Dear boy, you are the only man I'll ever grant my body. Your mother is a part of me with my blood coursing through her... It's basically as if I'm playing with myself."

"And because if Naruto is to gather concubines, you will want to play with them like you did with me," Kushina added with a soft grin.

Huffing, Eliza came as clean as she could, "Fine, I couldn't help it. I wanted him so badly before he was ready for a woman that I had to have your body, my pet."

"I don't mind you and mom together, mother," Naruto replied with a smirk. "I'm beyond thankful you two raised me the way you did."

"Giving us your blessing?" Kushina giggled. "Thank you, my son, but I'd still serve you and the mistress in any requests of yours regardless of that."

"So, how did it go?" he asked.

Widening her smile into a dark smirk, the redhead almost cackled, "As well as you'd expect, the mafia girl has had the shattering awakening she needed. However, the feline thief is proving to be quite a challenge. I left her in Beth's tender care. She may take longer than expected, though."

"Becker may be disappointed," Naruto grimaced, knowing his partners and living weapons were quite the sweethearts despite their personalities.

"Speaking of, do see him," Kushina instructed her son. "He is about to make you a proper suit."

"Do I really need one?" the boy protested.

Eliza giggled, "My young Naruto Neferu, surely you want to appear as a figure of power and authority. Besides, this is about the only hobby Becker has."

"Fine…" the boy said and got off, picking up his clothes before meeting the large gator at an impressive dressing room. To say it was large came short, it could double as a house with rows of clothes for Eliza, and it even came with three mirrors at one end, "Is designing and making clothes really that liberating for you, Becker?"

"Yup," his driver and reptilian guardian said softly with a measuring tape in hand.

"What are you doing?" the boy asked in his underwear while the large bodyguard started to take his measurements. "Do we have a ball to go to?"

"It's almost time we show our true colors, my dear," Eliza told her son, walking in the nude to pick up a dress for herself. "If we are to bring down the Medici and those who may oppose us, you better look good."

Albus arrived with tea for Kushina and Eliza, snickering, "Trust us, kid, once you're all grown up and walk around in an expensive suit the whole world looks quite different."

Horace, who brought snacks, nodded, "Indeed. Although you do take care not a single speck of dust lands on it, but there's something empowering about looking proper."

"Does it mean I can ditch the glasses?" the blond asked and pointed to the fake round lenses on his face.

"Of course," Kushina told him with a smirk, helping her mistress try out different outfits. "After all, you're about to throw that mask you had to wear for Eliza-sama's sake."

"Darling son of mine, you have no idea how proud and overjoyed I am to see this moment finally come to be," Eliza beamed.

"Just one request," the blond told his personal assistant. "No ties."

"Hmph," Becker snorted with a slow nod, reluctantly agreeing.

-0-

"You know what, Becker, my two mothers were right," Naruto told his partner while seated on the back of his limousine with Beth back at his side. "I like what you did."

Donning an unbuttoned dark orange jacket, a double-breasted green pinstripe vest, a white shirt, black slacks, brown dress shoes and a stylish purple scarf, the blond looked as colorful as he was dangerous. On his hands were a pair of black leather gloves, his hair was combed backwards, and he couldn't help but smile at his reflection when he first saw himself. He could pass as a flamboyant crime lord, he just needed a cane and a wineglass. One detail he enjoyed about the attire was the sophisticated yet comfortable air that came from wearing a suit made to his exact measurements.

"Good," the reptile nodded behind the wheel.

"Efficiency is our priority, young master," Beth told him, adjusting her glasses. "It is also why I have Becker design my attires."

"Speaking of efficient," Naruto looked at the cat woman questioningly.

"I am taking my time, but sooner or later the thief will bend to your whims," Beth bowed her head politely.

"Now it's a matter of my mother and mom doing their part with the Medici," he said. "Meanwhile, we-"

Suddenly, the screeching of rubber against asphalt made him stop his words when Becker hit the brakes. Naruto didn't fall of his seat as he quickly planted his feet on the floor and grabbed the door. Beth was just as agile as any feline and landed on all fours with her teeth bared. Both looked at the driver, who could only growl at what had stopped him. Looking back, he shot an apologetic look at his master. His partner gave him a sympathetic nod before turning to the young man, who scowled at seeing the ones foolish enough to stop him.

"Naruto Uzumaki!" said a man in a military uniform complete with a gas mask. "Please cooperate with us and get out of your vehicle along with your partners. The Black Egrets have questions for you and we have all the authority to use force. Resist and we will immediately consider you a dangerous criminal. This is your only warning for we have seen what you can do. Do not believe you can fool us."

"Sir, may I suggest the subtle approach over the usual blunt route you're fond of?" Beth asked her master patiently adjusting her glasses and straightening herself.

"Both my mothers want me to be reasonable yet ready to fight should they not give us that option," Naruto told her, almost scoffing once he got out of his vehicle. Becker and Beth followed suit while he looked at the men and women in uniform aiming their guns at him, "Isn't this a little excessive to talk to someone?"

"Do not pretend to be innocent," said a new face. "We've seen what you can do when you kidnapped a known enforcer of the Medici. Either come quietly or face the consequences."

"Princess Parasoul, what a pleasure," Naruto told her with a soft nod.

Mighty as she was noble, Parasoul was quite the gorgeous women with a body his biological mother rivaled while his adoptive one eclipsed. Nothing less of perfection, though. Wide hips, succulent breasts and a slim waist were restrained by a tight black dress with long sleeves and a miniskirt to reveal supple, nubile legs. Cascading red hair reached her midback while a lone curtain covered one of her eyes. On her chest was the symbol of her family, an inverted cross. Adding to that the bizarre parasol-shaped weapon she held like a rapier, he knew she was as troublesome as she was beautiful.

"Save the formalities, child," Parasoul wasted no time to tell him what she knew with those words. "Pretend to be another hotshot baseball player somewhere else."

"I was hoping we'd get along given the fact you're supposed to help civilians," Naruto said curtly with a smile. Knowing the princess' intentions was necessary, "After all, I'm doing this to help a friend of mine. That Medici girl had information on a lovely girl who's been gone for a long time, and I intend to get her back."

"Meaning taking justice into your own hands," Parasoul retorted.

Giving her a shrug, Naruto decided to try his luck and charm, "I'm open to work with you, Your Highness. After all, we share a mutual enemy in the mafia. Plus, you could have intel about my friend Carol which the handsome boy before you would trade for anything my new guest can tell about those mobsters."

"Tempting offer, but you're not getting away with murder," the woman narrowed her visible eye at him.

"Royalty or not, you are still bound by the law" Beth interjected. "Breaking it for your benefit makes you no better than a tyrant. And claiming someone's a criminal without proof or warrant makes you no different from the mafia."

"Now I see why you're so crazy about her, Becker," Naruto told the large reptilian man who merely nodded with a proud smirk.

"Unfortunately for you," Parasoul started, pulling a picture to show at him. "I know this is you taking known thief Nadia Fortune by force."

"Gee, talk about covering all bases," Naruto replied with a deep sigh and a lazy grin. "Lucky for me, I just have to get the third strike to get you out."

"Enough baseball terms to fool around," Parasoul told him with a more intense glare. "You're coming with me, whether you want to or not. Resist and-"

"Okay, I give up!" Naruto cheered, a wide smile on his face as he raised his hands.

Bother Becker and Beth gaped in shock at their master's decision, looking at him in as much baffled disbelief as Parasoul did with a slack-jawed face, "Young master… How… Why…? You're just giving up?"

"Let's be real, they've got more of a chance than us to find Carol," the blond told his assistant, then whispered low enough for only her to listen. "And I've always wanted to check the Canopy Kingdom's palace."

"Right," Beth mumbled and put her hands up as did her fellow living weapon.

"Carefully handcuff them," Parasoul told her men. "Either he's really brave and foolish, or he's confident in his plan. Whichever the case, do not take him lightly."

-0-

Kushina and Eliza stepped out of their limo with Horace carefully taking and folding the diva's coat in one arm while Albus handed the redhead a lollipop. Despite working in the shadows, Kushina got along rather well with the two henchmen. All three were devoted to Eliza, for starters, but there was a sense of camaraderie thanks to their link to her. Naruto was someone they were fond of, the biological mother because of her link to him and the beast men due to their loyalty to the singer. Not once would they doubt each other in any scenario.

"So, Red, what can we expect here?" Albus asked the kunoichi.

"Given the warehouses, possibly some men hidden inside them, on the roofs, and quite a few abusing any crevice between crates and cargo," Kushina told him while pulling out a kunai with a smirk. "As for our dancing partners, that's a good question."

Horace, who had neatly placed Eliza's coat on her seat in the limo, spoke up, "Five hundred says it's Black Dahlia. No way would they underestimate the boss."

"I raise you double that she'll have company," Kushina smirked.

"Who could it be?" Albus asked, ruffling his white dreadlocks. "The kid's got their heaviest bruiser, who's still back home, and the others are that circus troupe filled to the brim with freaks."

"Possibly their hidden talents like that creepy musician," Horace commented while cleaning his glasses. "Unsavory as our job may be at times, I can firmly state we've got higher standards than him."

"Speak for yourself," Kushina giggled before popping the sucker in her mouth. "After all, there's no low enough for true ninja, and there's no limit to how far I shall serve Eliza-sama and our son."

Letting out a giggle of her own, Eliza stood forward and motioned for Albus and Horace to follow her, "Flattery is nice, my pet, but I can smell the foul blood of our friends."

Marching forward, Kushina played with the candy in her mouth, wiggling it as she enjoyed the taste. Behind her was her mistress and fellow mother blending into the shadows, awaiting for the arrival of their target. Needless to say, the Medici were punctual as five limousines drove in and parked in front of the red-haired kunoichi. From the middle one, which was armored and flanked by the other four, stood out none other than Vitale Medici. The fat man was finely dressed as usual with his rectangular glasses pushed up calmly by a finger and his brown hair neatly combed back.

All in all, it was no surprise with his appearance and stoic face that he was the brains of most operations in the crime syndicate, "I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, my fair lady, but we know it'd be a lie."

"Feel free to give me a reason the same can't be said about you and we may both go back home happy," Kushina retorted.

Vitale scoffed, "First, let me see the promise of what you are after. Show me the Life Gem."

Kushina smiled as with a thrust of her hand, a cloud of smoke poofed into existence to reveal a large suitcase. She kicked it open, revealing the contents with a smirk. The stoic man opened the briefcase, showing Nadia's body parts arranged accordingly. Her chest with the Life Gem embedded into her heart was the centerpiece in the briefcase, something that Vitale noted with extreme distaste.

"Is this good enough?" the redhead asked.

She had always wanted to act like a serious gangster, one of the few things the kunoichi enjoyed in the was the acting class female only courses. Performing and getting into the role of characters that went outside the norm, those with better Henge and acting abilities than most had an incredibly fun time. She had always wanted to be a Yakuza princess or leader, and this was her golden opportunity.

The cat-woman spat at the spectacled man with a vicious snarl, "You piece of kitty litter can die and drown in the drink! Fyuuuck you and I hope you get your face clawed off!"

Nodding to his backup, Vitale spoke up, "Taliesin, Black Dahlia."

On loan from the Cirque De Cartes was a mischievous masked malicious musician. Dressed in red with a long-nosed jester's mask, he looked like a harlequin pretending to be a swing musician. With the red ten gallon hat, checkered feather on said hat's lace, and pointy boots, he could pass as a pimp. On his hand was a string instrument, but the body was that of a woman's akin to a violin. The man carried with him a remote parasite named Muse, who seemed to possess a melancholic disposition. She was on her knees while his hand rested at the top of her head, a meek and submissive servant.

Appearing from out of a crowd of thugs was the other end of the equation, the veil clad and black wearing cyborg enforcer Black Dahlia, who Kushina remembered not too fondly. Having seen her from the shadows in every meeting Eliza had with Lorenzo or Vitale, the redhead grew a particular hatred of the woman. Part of Kushina, the real her who had found love and devotion to Eliza, couldn't wait to fight the woman. The widow-like assassin seemed none the wiser, and held her grenade-launcher arm close.

Shaking her head, Kushina sighed at his show of blatant force when both enforcers turned to her, Taliesin ready to play while Black Dahlia took aim, "Vitale, I hoped we could be civil here. But I see you won't accept that much. Man, and I was really growing fond of playing the yakuza negotiator here…"

"The deal is off, Ms. Nine," Vitale announced. "You and your petty gang of thugs will die here."

He kept any degree of potential smugness from his voice. Long years of practiced criminality alerted him to the potential that he was in a set up. Kushina tapped her head with both fingers. With a loud cry, a man was thrown off a shadow-coated tower and launched down in front of the gathered group. It turned out to be a Medici Mafia goon who had a long knife embedded into his back along with several throwing blades.

Kushina only smirked to herself, "That would be the work of Nine Beast. Not a bad idea on the sniper, though."

She took such pride in that set of words as Vitale cursed to himself silently, the planned assassination hadn't gone as he had wanted, "Taliesin! Black Dahlia!"

From the shadows, atop the warehouse the sniper had been hidden, Albus looked at the rifle he took from the crook while looking at his new partner, "You're quite vicious, girl."

Cerebella herself scoffed as she pocketed a knife, "Call it payback."

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," Horace commented while taking out his glasses to polish them, revealing beady bird eyes. Then, he turned to his boss, "Are you sure it's alright to leave Kushina alone with those two? Taliesin is bound to want to turn her into his twisted art and Black Dahlia doesn't leave but a smear of her targets."

"Please, I wholeheartedly trust my darling pet," Eliza told him in a sing-song tone, Cerebella shuddering.

"You two are soooo creepy…" the girl groaned. "But also lucky I'm fine cutting all ties with Vitale. Besides, I always wanted to see that bard choke on his own mask."

"Cheeky of you to talk back after becoming unemployed," Eliza told her. "Then again, I could use your services…"

"I'm on it," Cerebella leapt off the stage as Vice Versa morphed, his arms spreading like wings for her to glide towards the action.

Needless to say, the explosions gave the acrobat a target. Kushina was nimble and unhindered by her insanely revealing outfit. Dashing side to side, the red-haired woman felt a boost of adrenaline she hadn't felt in a while. Fighting someone for real, head on, was a thrill after training her son to do so and assassinating all of Eliza's obstacles. Being in the shadows was good but having the rust crumble off her body couldn't be described. However, she was no fool and observed her opponents and their attack patterns. So far, the musician had yet to make a move.

"Such an exquisite physique and even motherly allure," the musician mumbled with dark mirth. "Black Dahlia, please, cease all fire. I need to make this woman into art right now!"

"Oh, flattery will get you nowhere," Kushina shot back when flipping over another grenade and landed on a bunch of crates. Smirking, she hugged her midriff and lifted her arms to push up her breasts, "My mission in life is to work for two wonderful people you couldn't compare with, little man. You'd be lucky if I consider letting them play with that guitar of yours."

"I shall have great joy adding you to my collection, then!" Taliesin crowed.

"How about you collect your teeth off the floor?!" came Cerebella's reply as she flew down for a solid dive-kick to the man's masked face, shattering the fine china it was made of.

Kushina whistled in amazement when the girl landed gracefully while the red musician rolled into a wall and cracked it from the force behind the girl's foot, "Not bad. I'm guessing you don't mind working for us."

"Let's think of this as my application letter," Cerebella quipped with a smirk, glaring at Vitale.

"You…" the man narrowed his eyes coldly. "I should've known it'd come to this… Oh wait, I did. Beatrix!"

From behind him another woman appeared and, if Cerebella was the diamond in the deck, she was the club. Black hair was worn in a bun resembling a club to frame a pale face filled with hatred and jealousy. Her attire consisted of a green corset with a black club-shaped breastplate, a black leotard with garter belt, lavender thigh-high boots and long gloves, and a green cape with club-shaped hollow parts at the hem. What really stood out was the dozens of daggers on her arms and legs which seemed stuck to her without causing her to bleed. It was obvious she could use them as she balanced one by the tip on a fingertip.

"On it, boss," the girl smirked and pointed a dagger at the acrobat. "About time the Cirque had a proper star."

"Little ball of hate that you are Beatrix, always wearing your ambitions on your sleeves," Cerebella smirked back while exposing all of her teeth in a vicious grin. "Guess I ought to teach you who is the ace."

Eliza watched everything with glee, worrying Horace a tad, "Shouldn't we help them?"

"Patience," his boss replied. "After all, you can't play all your cards right away in any game of poker."

"But they're about to tear each other apart, and I want a part of it!" Albus complained.

"First, we shall see if this new girl is worthy of our employment," Eliza told them. "Then, we could have her as Kushina's assistant. We know my darling pet could use someone to lessen her workload."

"Red's a lucky gal for having your love," the jackal man sighed.

"Enviable in a way," Horace commented.

During the fight, the distraction was not rewarded, especially when Beatrix was sent soaring skywards when she had gotten a rising uppercut underneath her chin. "Gah! The nerve of you, you harlequin harlot!"

The knife user spat out a wad of blood as she stopped midair. A pair daggers have been launched below her body while her feet balanced on the flat of the blades. Panting to herself, she wiped her lips as she looked down, literally, upon Cerebella. Said green-haired girl gave the performer a cheeky grin and decided to strike her ego. Knowing her kind too well, she had the perfect stinging comment.

"Cute trick, but you're not going to pull the high-wire act on an acrobat, you cheek-licking psycho," it was reference to an incident that had once happened between them and Beatrix's eye twitched tightly. Cerebella held out one hand and slowly clenched her fist, the dark flesh tightening as her anger had only turned into a blazing inferno, "If you want to throw barbs like only a little snippy bitch like you can from up on your ivory tower, then I'll come up after you just so I can knock you back to earth!"

Cerebella's words were a pretext for her next move as she pushed down on the ground and bent down in a crouch. Vice Versa pressed the earth beside her with all its considerable might, rotating its limbs and winding them up several times to function as a spring. Cerebella was already bracing her legs for the jump, her thigh muscles clenching in a visible manner. Her magic hat's fingers clenched the ground while Beatrix reorientated herself in the sky. The knife wielder held a stiletto in hand and flipped it up, as it spun several times in the air, several more joined it.

Cerebella's arch-rival was juggling the knives and housed a cruel grin on her face, "You totally… Useless, stupid, fat, cow! You'll never win with brute force!"

"I'm not exactly just a brute, idiot, I've got smarts too!" Cerebella's words prompted a brief laughing fit from Beatrix.

She couldn't believe how obvious Cerebella was. The spring-up wouldn't matter one whit. Her smile evaporated like the morning mist when she realized too late what her former rival was up to. Pumping its arms up and down, Vice Versa had gone taut to the point that a whirring sound overpowered her senses.

"Argh, what's that noise?!" the spade-themed performed grunted.

"I told you, Beatrix," the acrobat taunted. "I'm coming right up to meet you!"

It was with desperation that the knife thrower worked her hands into a frenzy. Row after row that went down in a rain of solid steel. Cerebella had long since propelled herself forward. The ground or really what was left of it after Vice Versa let go was cratered. Two fist imprints as Cerebella went up like a living pinball machine!

One brawny arm knocked Beatrix back down to the earth below her, her blades falling around her as the acrobat smashed down soon after her. Holding Vice Versa's arm like a bat with her own, she brutally knocked a quartet of blades thrown as fast as Beatrix could sling them. Two, four, six. Every time Cerebella punched them out of the air, a fresh salvo was added with another steely furor.

The tempest of iron that was being created could be seen from where Eliza watched things, her lips opened into a succulent O in surprise, "A hurricane of blades and my new asset doesn't see what's going on? Wait. Ohohoho~"

Eliza purred with one hand against her cheek when Cerebella closed the distance, which pissed off the magician girl, "How are you doing this, you bipedal dairy farm?!"

"Didn't I tell ya?" Cerebella taunted her. "I've got some smarts, the smarts to use brute force to solve things simply!"

Gyrating on her heel, Cerebella had Vice Versa grip the blades on the floor, much to Beatrix's shock and Eliza's delight, "Not a bad new employee, huh?"

With a full spin, the living hat grabbed a ball of blades the size of a small car and chucked them at the No. 2 performer of the circus, "Oh shit…" Beatrix tried to back up, and realized too late that she had been with her back against a wall, and now she was between that and a ball of blades, "You… YOU FUCKING B-"

Cerebella watched her rival get crushed by a few hundred knives, crashing through the wall, with a scoff, "You're lucky I've got more of a heart than you. Your little magic suit won't let you get cut, but do enjoy the headache. Because I want you to know it was me who defeated and humiliated you yet again, Beatrix."

"Oh, I like her already," Albus told his boss.

"Not bad at all for a new jester," Eliza said before walking forward.

Horace was curious about such action, "Boss, aren't you going to let Kushina finish the fight?"

"If there was anything to worry about with my pet, I would've stepped in," the diva replied with a loving smile aimed Kushina's way.

Dashing around, said red-haired kunoichi was avoiding one explosive round after another with the grace of a vixen hunting for her cubs. Like a blur, she seemed to disappear just when one projectile was about to touch her. Taliesin tried to use his own magical companion, touching notes to create soundwaves which tore apart the wooden floor. Hitting nothing but air, he came to the conclusion that the redhead was playing with the two hitmen. Concerned about how easily overpowered he was, he thought about retreating.

"Okay, I saw enough," Kushina said before throwing her arms forward right on time.

Just when the jester-like man was about to strum the strings and Black Dahlia reloaded, six golden chains sprouted from her back and launched themselves at the duo. Spear tips at the ends of said chains impaled and destroyed the grenade launcher, yanking it out of the female assassin's hands. Three chains wrapped themselves around Muse, while a fourth slapped the red-clad musician. Pulling the living instrument to her own hand, Kushina smirked at the then terrified woman. Placing her hand on Muse's head, Kushina just smirked at the duo of hitmen.

Just in time for Eliza to arrive, "So, Vitale…" she told the mob boss who tried and failed to get into his car. Albus and Horace gripped a shoulder each, the jackal smirking cruelly while the hawk remained stoic, "I've got a few questions to ask you. Now, be a dear and answer them or my friends and I will get… rough."

Cowering, the mafioso attempted to run off, but Albus was faster, "Oh no, you don't!"

Grabbing the man by the throat with one hand, he slammed the gangster on the hood of his vehicle, denting it to make sure he learned his place while Horace cleaned his glasses, "The lady asked a question, sir."

"Nice use of force and one-liner, you two," Kushina told them with a beaming smile.

Eliza sighed, "My love, please refrain from the quips. After all, we'll have more fun with this pathetic excuse of a human."

"You…" Vitale tried to growl, but Albus' grip tightened to choke him.

"Watch your language with the boss, worm," the jackal warned him.

Vitale turned to his enforces, "Black Dahlia, Taliesin, what are you waiting for?!"

Knowing she couldn't put up much of a fight, the black-clad woman looked at her ruined robotic arm and snarled, "I answer to Lorenzo, not you!"

Taliesin gulped as he thought about getting Muse back, but Kushina's mockingly cheeky smile said he'd never get close to her, "Dammit, what do you expect me to do without Muse?"

"Oh, she'll be a lovely gift for out son," Kushina said, patting the string instrument's head. "What do you think, mistress? Having him play alongside you would be fun."

"Tempting," Eliza replied before looking at Vitale. "Perhaps your screams can make a proper background noise."

Sweating profusely, the mafia boss knew he was about to yearn for Hell.

-TBC-

And that's my rap!

Next chapter, you can expect Parasoul to find how much of a party animal her new guest is, pun fully intended.

Swordslinger out!