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The Perfect Seduction

            Mimi stared at the offending knob unwilling to believe the fact that was staring her square in the face. She gripped it tighter and turned it harder…………….still no results. She glared at it and tried with all her strength. That only ended in her butt smashing on the floor and a broken doorknob in her hand. Mimi screamed in frustration throwing the object at the door. She jerked herself up forgetting her temporary nudity and body slammed the barrier.

"YAMATO YOU BASTARD LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!! NNNOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!" She screeched.

No answer. She gritted her teeth angrily and her hands soon became fisted. And suddenly, it was all clear. Everything had come to an understanding. Mimi gasped as she found her reflection in the cobber carved door. Perfectly sized and tapered caramel eyebrows were narrowed with anger, cinnamon eyes twinkled as they hardened their glare, and beautiful lips were tightened into an intimidating snarl. And just like that those features relaxed in realization and acceptance. She was Tachikawa Mimi, daughter to a murdered mother and father, lover of two dangerous men,…………………and the biggest bitch of Tokyo!! She had a life! She had choices! And those bastards were stealing them from her!! They had used what they had done for her to obligate her to them, they had used her own life against her!! When she hurt them they were only too happy, for that signed her contract to them. They were forcing her to work for a redemption she had done nothing to lose.

She gritted her teeth, but in a smile this time. Yes she had hurt them, probably killed them……………………………….

"Suck it up you wussies." She grumbled as she began to dress with new assurance and a new perspective.

            Cuujo cringed as Matt threw weapons and barked instruction at them. Something had obviously happened with his girl. He ducked the assault rifle as it was flung over his head. He gulped watching as Matt briefly stroked his Waither PPK before shoving it into its holster.  That was never good. He grabbed a gun similar to Matt's and turned back to attention. He had never seen his boss this pissed in his life! Calm exterior, hard eyes, pursed lips and commanding voice showing no room for error. He definitely did not trust him with that gun right now. He returned his concentration back to the pacing blond.

"A shipment's come into tonight, a good one from N.Y. America. This is the time. Kamiya's men will be on the defense tonight, you see one they better be bleeding in the next two seconds, got it?"

            Cuujo looked around the room seeing a wave of nods and 'yes sir's, even a couple of solutes. Was he the only one who saw something wrong with this pretty picture? They were never this offensive in the old days, before the girl came and Kamiya got even more involved. This was insane for Kami's sake! Sure they had glitches with the rivals but they had never gone this far! He looked up passing a longing glace at the moon as everyone filed out of the room. There would be blood soon. A tide of blood. He shook his head in bleak disapproving acceptance before following in tow.

            What in the bloody hell had gotten into that boy!!??? Yuuchiru did his best to follow Tai as he coldly and quickly gave a few men their jobs. What had happened! He had never seen the youth act this way before.

"Damnit all Taichi answer me!" He raised his voice only to be ignored once again.

            It had been like that since he came home. Yuuchiru would follow him all around the building desperately trying to find what he was thinking only to be brushed off. Taichi had never shown such disrespect to him since he was a child! And here he was acting as if he was an old folks home escapee! This was really getting frustrating. He was about to give up and see if Zeek knew anything when something caught his attention and urged him to follow the young man into the room. Taichi was talking to a mutatedly scarred man in black. He recognized him as one of the most enthusiastic assassin of his apprentice's crew. Many thought him to be insane. Yuuchiru shuddered, there was far too much blood lust in that man.

"You're a man of experience in this expertise Jinciao, I hear you once took down Kiriadau?" Taichi said fiercely.

            Jinciao nodded quietly and respectfully. Yuuchiru looked on curiously. Kiriadau? He had never heard of him before. Yet it sounded undeniably familiar. Kiriadau, Kiriadau. His eyes widened in horror. Kiriadau!! It was practically the center of Tokyo's imports!! Key word was was. The building had been bombed four years ago, killing over 350,000!  What the hell was he up to!?? He eagerly sidled closer watching as Tai slid a piece of paper to the scarred one.

"Here's the address, I want it gone. Understand?"

            Jinciao took it studying it before a sadistic smile slithered over his features.

"Boom." His voice was raspy, almost like ash. As if his vocal cords had been put through the dishwasher.

            Yuuchiru looked over the man's shoulder to catch a glimpse of what was to be gone. He sucked in a breath of terror. No, no this couldn't be right. This, no, this was not right! He took the paper out of his grasp as if in a daze looking right through it and obviously drawing the room's attention toward himself. This was F.A.S.C., firearms shipment center. It was a secret gun trade building. Also owned by Yamato Ishida. It was done up like a huge cathedral so as not to attract attention, the inside was like an enormous church, but under it was where the real prayers belonged. He lowered the paper from his gaze to settle on the brown haired youth.

"Y-you can't. Taichi you can't!"

            Tai passed him a brief glance as to say 'stay out of it' before walking out of the room leaving his sensei about ready to have a heart attack. He shook his head before throwing the paper and hobbling to follow. He was panting by the time he reached the stern young man. Almost tripping over his cane in the process.

"Taichi listen to me now!! You can't do this! You'll kill thousands! Many of them have no association with Matt!"

"Well I'm sure their mothers always told them not to play with guns, bet now they'll listen neh?"

            Yuuchiru stopped right there in awe letting Tai walk ahead of him.

"All this over a girl? A little girl? She's not worth this Taichi, no one is!"

            Tai instantly stopped his back still turned. Yuuchiru continued.

"What are you planning to do? Bomb F.A.S.C., kill Matt, sweep her up in you arms as she finally realized what a fool she was and reveal her true feelings for you? This is a fairytale you're in Taichi. You don't slay the dragon, save the damsel and live happily ever after, it doesn't work that way."

            Taichi turned around, and stared stonily at his teacher. Yuuchiru gazed sadly at the one he thought of as his own son.

"You can't make her love you little one. But you can make her hate you, doing this will only seal that hell."

            Unexpectedly Tai raised a pistol pointing it straight. A sigh swept Yuuchiru's lips, he would have to learn the hard way. A roar ripped through the silence. Perfect shot. An old man's body lay on the cold marble floor, blood flowing from his forehead. Taichi lowered the gun to his side still staring at the body a few meters away from him.

"With all do respect sensei. Fuck you."

            Yamato's glare hardened. His sleek black motorcycle roared with life. He used to love going to shipments. It had to be the biggest highlight of his life. Not anymore. This shipment load wasn't even his. Taichi had made an agreement with some lord in America for this one. But he was claiming this as his. What more of a perfect conflict? He grinned baring a sharp canine. The motherfucker was going to pay. Dearly. The wind toyed with his hair as it did a similar night a few years before. How perfect. How utterly perfect. And Zeek. He would be there. Yes, this had to be a sign. This was supposed to happen. He was supposed to destroy them all. Kill them. Watch their blood flow a river. Matt licked his lips in anticipation. A few cars with his men in them zoomed by in a playful challenge. He chuckled and accelerated. No point pouting the entire way.

            Ugh!!! This sucked bootyness!! Mimi stared the door down. She had tried everything. The lamp. The bed's headboard. Her own body. The closet rack. She looked over the assortment of broken glass, porcelain, and plastic, strewn about the door. She tugged at the hem of her shirt in concentration. She had found a pair of Matt's jeans, a dress shirt, and had thankfully made a belt by tearing apart the bed sheets. Her hair was also tied back with a piece of bed sheet. The pants bagged about her legs only being kept up by the homemade belt, the shirt ended at her knees and exposed a shoulder. She sat down in a huff briefly pausing to blow a raspberry lock of hair out of her face. Why was it that when she finally decided to stop being used and abused and be her own woman that she finds out she's stuck?!

            Mimi sighed and pulled at her ponytail, what was up fate these days! Mimi jolted and flew off the bed. What was that? What that what she thought it was? She hopefully flung herself to the ground and looked through the small space between the door and the floor. A blockage of light approved her suspicions. She squealed and giddily raced to the nightstand yanking out a mirror and breaking apiece off. She laid herself on the floor again and poked the mirror under the door. She could only make out a pair of familiar sneakers and baggy pants. Unfortunately it was close enough to notice her. She could only let out a startled squeak before slamming her hand on her mouth to keep herself quiet.

            *twist shrrrrkkkk*

            She frantically slammed her hand against the place where her knob would've been. Realizing the obvious her head panicked and whipped around the room finally settling on the shiny copper doorknob have rolling back and forth next to the bed. Like it was mocking her. She glared at it and settled for just holding the door with her body. She sighed in relief as the sound of twisting ceased.

"AUGH!!!" She indignantly yelped as she was thrown to the floor once again.

            The little flamingo groaned and rubbed her forehead where the floor had claimed her as a friend. She turned around on the floor to yell at who had handled her in such a way. A semi-tall young man about an inch taller than her stood in the way of the now open door. Dressed in a green tank top and navy blue jeans. He had short blond hair in a sort of mushroom cut and big brown eyes. He looked so innocent she could barely believe he was with Matt. But the gun in the holster resting on his hip soon confirmed that. She screamed and tried to run, unfortunately she slipped on the glass and fell to the floor once again.

"I'MSORRY I'MSORRY I'MSORRY, Please, don't" That was about as far as she got as her body was slammed against a nearby wall and a large hand clamped over her mouth.

            She panicked and began to sweat. She watched as he put his free finger to his lips signaling her to be quiet. She felt no intention to harm, her eyes relaxed and she slowly nodded. He didn't take his eyes off her as he took his hand and body away from her and closed the door.

"W-what do you want?"

            He shook his head and quickly opened the door looking out to see if anyone saw. Seeing none he came in closer to her.

"This isn't right, I'm sure you know that."

She nodded.

"Boss's finally snapped. There's no point in this. Especially since you caused this."

She wouldn't have protested if she had heard any accusation in his voice, but there was none.

"But you didn't choose this did you."

She shook her head. He gave a brief nod before walking towards the window. He ran his hand over the glass before smashing through it with his elbow. She came over to watch as he climbed out and onto the roof.

"Nobody deserves this, so come on." He held his hand out to her.

"Um, yeah I don't think Matt's the only one who's snapped." She criticized skeptically.

            He rolled his eyes and urged her with his open hand.

"C'mon I know what I'm doing. You can trust me."

            Mimi sighed and closed her eyes taking his hand. He helped her out and put her on his back piggyback style. He chuckled every time he heard her protest in fright and cling whenever he was too rough with going down.

"What's your name anyway?" she asked trying to take her mind of the height.

"If I told you I'd have to kill you."

"I might die anyways, plus how can I trust you if I don't know you?"

There was a pause of hesitation and silence before he chose to break it.

"Tamistei, Cuujo."

            Zeek ran his tongue over his teeth. How did things get this bad? He looked across from him to the other seat of the car. There sat his new boss staring out the window. The minute they were alone the cold and angry look on his face had crumbled. Now all that was left was glassy soulful eyes and a quivering lip. The larger man shook his head in empathy. He wished the old guy was here instead of him. He wondered what his new charge was thinking of now. And why he looked the way he did.

"Ya miss 'im boss?"

            Taichi snapped out of his reverie and turned his attention toward the giant. A shaky smile overtook his features. And he nodded.

"I-I didn't mean to. Well I guess I did. It was like someone took over my body and I was watching myself kill him. Watching the bullet fly out and go through him. And watching the expression on his face. It was like he knew. He knew this was going to happen someday. Just a look of disappointment. No I didn't mean to, but I wanted to." His voice choked on those last words.

            Zeek leaned forward as Taichi lurched holding his head in his hands. He rubbed his back sympathetically. He saw tears drip to the carpeted limo.

*pat patpat pat*

 "Love makes the world go 'round, eh boss?" Zeek chuckled not knowing what else to do but try to lighten the mood.

            He smiled as he heard a few laughs escape the young man. They were probably going to be the only innocent laughs ever heard from him for a long time.

           

HHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!^^ What'd ya think? Cioo? Nioo? What? R&R pweeze. C told ya it was going to get gory, and its going to get worse as we go along. Remember, for a seq, go and vote, the URL is on chap.12.