"Sum of the Parts"
Disclaimer : The Get Backers aren't mine, but the villain in this chapter is. I'm getting rid of him, though. Promise:D
A.N. : My creepiest chapter… More about BDSM and all that stuff… Again, if you're weirded out by this kind of thing, my apologies in advance. Also contains a minor (or major, depending on your shock tolerance hehe) 'Kami no Kijutsu' Arc (manga) spoiler.
Gee. Warnings galore. Hmm, makes me wonder why I wrote this chapter hehe. Still appreciating your RR. Please tell me what you think, all righty? Thanks for tuning in!
ENJOY!
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Chapter 11 : Nightmare on Dogenzaka Street
Ban hated – feared – the unknown.
He hated – feared – that even with Yamato's death at his own hands and buying Himiko some time against the Voodoo Child curse, he didn't know for how long or what he might have to do when the time came for it to claim her.
He didn't know.
Now, Ban hated – feared – what this sick whacko would attempt to do to them. Mind you, not physically – he and his 200kg grip could take this guy on with a little pinkie – but psychologically. And not for himself, really. Ban knew he was spoiled and jaded enough to let this pass as just one of man's many aberrations. But Ginji –
He didn't know.
"Shall we get started? You have –" The hooded head glanced at his wristwatch. " –about an hour to earn your fee." Kojio said this with the feckless efficiency of a middle manager reciting an itinerary. "Unless, of course, you want an extra hour or so, which I will be more than happy to oblige."
The boys could swear a vulgar grin was forming behind those three holes that substituted for a mouth.
Kojio sat on the edge of the bed and opened his briefcase which contained, not cold, hard cash as Ban expected, but an assortment of 'toys'.
"Errr… Pardon me," Ban finally piped up. Ginji was now hiding meekly behind his back. "Um… Just so that we're clear about this. What were the terms of our agreement again?"
The nearly naked prune chuckled and waved his finger. "Tsk. Tsk. Mistress Midori, you humour me. Look, be a good domina. I tell you what to do, name your price, and you get paid. Simple as that."
The Get Backer stood silently in disbelief. Even as his friend was concealed behind him, Ban wished he could further screen Ginji from this scene. While he spent his whole life trying to understand the dark side of human nature by observing and learning all there was to know about its depravities and fallibilities, Ban did not care to explain to Ginji some of the things that people did – especially if those were things he himself would never fully understand.
But Kojio had apparently hired a dominatrix and her slave. It was going to be a tricky business getting Ginji (and himself, to be honest) through this with his innocence intact, Ban thought agitatedly.
"Could you excuse us for a while?" With that, he zoomed into the brightly lit bathroom, dragging Ginji with him.
The door slammed shut. "Dammit! I didn't sign up for this!" Ban snarled in hushed tones. He clenched his fists so tightly his nails were about to draw blood. He waved one in his partner's face. "I don't care if she feeds us or that you have a ridiculous crush on her, but heaven help me if I don't murder Natsumi when we're through with this!"
"Ban-chan!" Ginji pouted. "It's not her fault. We didn't ask her…"
"… and then, I'm going to kill Clayman with my bare hands," he continued with his rabid rant. "… and after that, I'm – I'm gonna murder Natsumi again! Did she even know what she agreed to?"
"Ban-chaaan!"
Who was he kidding? Natsumi was just as uncorrupted as Ginji. How Ban managed to allow those two bumbleheads to dictate the course of this job was a mystery to him.
He anxiously paced the bathroom floor. "Well, I can't use the Jagan while he has that stupid mask on, and you can't use your lightning without – " he shot Ginji an accusing look. " –knocking him unconscious."
"On the other hand, I did swear I was going to collect on this asswipe no matter what."
Ginji usually knew he was in for trouble when yen signs replaced the pupils in Ban's blue eyes.
"Let's see how this plays out…"
"Ban-chan, what do you mean…"
"We sold for 180,000 yen, right?" he said with a sneaky, yet dangerous edge to his voice. "I say we give him his money's worth."
-o-
"Thirty thousand."
"Done."
Ban's steely eyes met the steel mesh of Kojio's executioner's hood as he briskly took the cash from the role-playing man with one hand and a ball gag with the other. He then turned and walked toward Ginji who – for 50,000 yen – had his arms above his head, with wrists cuffed to the chain that hung from the ceiling.
In the time it took for the Get Backer to span the distance between them, a whole silent conversation took place; Ginji, with his dark gaze probing deep into his best friend, knowing there was a point to his bondage, yet trying desperately to understand why; and Ban, answering with confident reassurance.
He stashed the money into Ginji's apron pocket and blocked him from Kojio's view.
"Ban-chan? Is this part of the mission, too?" For once, the blond seemed to serve as the voice of reason in their partnership.
"I know this is weird, but I need you to trust me on this," he whispered seriously. "Do you?"
However slight his nod, Ginji's clear eyes were without a shadow of doubt.
Ban smiled grimly. He took his partner's chin in his hand, gently put the gag into his mouth and then tied it behind his head. "Whatever happens, don't use your lightning, understand?"
A guttural sound of acknowledgement escaped from Ginji's throat. Exhausted and hungry, he didn't think he could summon enough energy even if he wanted to.
The masked wannabe executioner tossed a jockey's riding crop at Ban, which he easily caught. "Now, I want you to punish him. Hard," he demanded. "How much?"
Ginji stared with puzzlement at the crop which the snake man was slapping lightly into his palm.
"No." he replied flatly, dropping the implement to the carpet.
"What? I'm paying you –"
"No. You can't make that decision for me. This is a matter between me and him."
Kojio went rigid and balled his fists. Beads of perspiration were dripping from under the hood and down his flabby, pasty chest. His planned scene was falling apart before him, illusions of control slowly slipping away. Breathing heavily, the building anger and impatience in his voice betrayed his appearance.
"You are the dominant!" he growled. "What kind of jo-osama (1) are you? Your boyfriend is your slave. Why don't you bend him to your will?"
Ban stood beside Ginji, a picture of calm defiance. "Temper, Kojio-san. You cannot call yourself a dominant if your control veers into violence…"
"How dare you!" the seething man shouted. "This is bullshit! You agreed to my terms!"
"You have it all wrong. I agreed to do what you want, but only on my terms." Ban narrowed his eyes. "If you want someone to bow down to your will, then find your own slave. This one is mine."
"A true dominant-submissive relationship is a commitment rooted in mutual trust and acceptance. There is no point if one of the parties is hurt in any way. I'm certainly not going to do anything to hurt Ginji – not especially for your sake."
"'Hurt' is a relative term, only the people involved can define it and its limits for themselves. Whatever I do to Ginji, whether I tie him up, gag him, deprive him of sleep or food, or call him a blathering idiot; I do so only because he allows me to."
Ban threw a soft sideward glance at the uncomplicated boy. "But if he wanted all of it to end right now… All he has to do is say 'stop'. And I would. In a heartbeat."
Ginji couldn't determine whether this was just another of Ban's clever, pedantic drivel designed to hammer home a point or whether he really meant what he said, but something deep in his words caused Ginji's large eyes to mist up.
"Don't you get it Kojio-san? He controls me." Ban declared. "And therein lies the irony. In a responsible seme-uke relationship, it's the sub, not the dom, who possesses the power. A dominant worth his or her title would never do anything against a submissive's – anyone's - will. That's not domination. That's just criminal."
The black-clad figure curled his lips into a sly, goading smile. "You wouldn't know anything about being criminal now, would you?
Ginji cringed. As usual, his cocky partner just had to rub it in.
A sensitive nerve was struck. Highly infuriated, Kojio's pallid body shook, his leather encased head puffing up and deflating with each hard breath. He reached into his briefcase on the bed and produced a strange rod with a rubber handle.
"If you're not going to do it, I will!" Kojio hissed as he crept slowly towards the Get Backers. "Remember, I own you two for the night, and you're not going anywhere until I get what I paid for."
He switched on the rod and suddenly the glass bulb attachment on its end glowed purple from the electrical impulses generated by the miniature Tesla Coil inside. The electricity looked exactly like the current Ginji discharged at Dolce Vita.
"This is called a 'violet wand' - for obvious reasons," he said gruffly as he waved the thing around. He then turned a knob and cranked it up until tiny bolts began threading out from beyond the glass. "Do you want to know what it does? In its lowest voltage it produces very pleasant sensations when in contact with the skin. But with 30,000 volts… well, I don't know anyone who has dared to find out."
"Would you like to be the first, sissy boy?"
"Mmmph! Mmmppph!" A muffled whine came from Ginji's throat.
"Shut up! Don't think I don't know that you slipped some kind of mickey into my drink at the club, making me pass out. You've been a baaaad girl, Ginji."
Sneering, the masked man held the violet light up to the Get Backer's mesmerized face. His hand approached the fabric of Ginji's skirt.
"I wouldn't do that –" Ban began to shout.
ZZZZZPPPT!
He used his arm to shield his eyes as a green flash overwhelmed all of the other coloured lights in the dark room.
" – if I were you."
Kojio dropped to the floor with a dull thud. He was still holding the shattered wand.
Ban creased his forehead and stared forlornly at the crumpled figure. Man… Not again… "Okay, that didn't work out as planned," he sighed. The geezer was supposed to receive a mere static ground from the wand attracting a passive current from Ginji's body. Obviously, passive was still quite active.
He quickly undid his best friend's gag and restraints. "Are you all right, Ginji? I'm so sorry we had to go all through that. Did he touch you in any way?" There was a mix of anger, concern and remorse in his voice.
"Not even close. I mean, why would he? What kind of strange game was he playing anyway?" Ginji assured his partner with a smile as he rubbed his sore arms.
Ban breathed a sigh of relief. He would never forgive himself if Ginji was hurt in that way.
"You're so smart Ban-chan. How did you know he was going to use that thing?"
"This prick's a techno geek. So, when I noticed that space-age looking, expensive new gadget in his briefcase – he being the typical nerd – I knew he would be dying to try it out. I just had to make sure he, uh, showed it to you and not me."
"Hehe. I think I drained out most of its power. Still, I tried to warn him…" The blond, not realizing what Kojio had tried to do to him, sounded apologetic. "Really, I did."
"And I tried reason." Ban nudged Kojio's bare arm with his foot to check for movement. "I don't know why I even bother. Bad guys never listen to what I have to say."
"I don't think calling him a criminal qualifies as using reason," he chuckled.
"The truth hurts doesn't it?" The Jagan master paused. He put a hand on his pal's shoulder. "Speaking of which, all that stuff I said about you… I…"
Ginji's hand crossed over to cover his. "Don't worry, Ban-chan. I may not understand a lot about what's happening, but I always trust you to do what's best for me - for the Get Backers. I like us just the way we are right now."
Ban smiled, released his grip and lightly thumped Ginji on the forehead. "Idiot."
He then knelt down beside Kojio and noticed his labored breathing. He felt his wrist for a pulse. "Uh… We may have a problem here." Wrinkling his nose in annoyance, he added, "You may have overdone it a bit. I think this dillhole just went into cardiac arrest."
Ginji cocked his head dumbly.
"His heart just stopped."
"Oh, shit! We've got to do something then!" Panic immediately clouded Ginji's features like pie in the face. "Right?"
"Could you please remind me of the reasons why?"
"Ban-chan!"
"I know. I know." Ban sighed. "Well, you can try shocking him again. Like a defibrillator."
"Like the elevator?"
"Defib - Sheesh! Just zap him again, will 'ya?" He grabbed Ginji's hand and slapped it against Kojio's bare, cold, jiggly-like-Jello chest. "And go light on the juice this time."
"Yeccch! He's sweaty." He made a face and wiped his hand on his pinafore. Re-positioning his splayed fingers on the unconscious body, Ginji hesitated.
"What are you waiting for?"
The precocious boy looked up to his partner. "Should I yell 'clear' first before I do this? I always see doctors say so on TV and the movies…"
Ban blinked incredulously. "Uh, whatever. Knock yourself out."
"Mm." Ginji's eyes narrowed into happy slits. It was always nice to play pretend doctor. "Okay, here goes… CLEAR!"
-o-
"Hell no! I'm not doing mouth-to-mouth!"
"But he's not responding!"
"We'll send a condolence card…"
"Ban-chan!" Ginji implored desperately. "Please? It'll be just like that time you kissed Uryu…"
"Idiot! I did not kiss Toshiki!" Ban roared. "Besides, that was a life and death situation."
"And this isn't?" he frowned.
"Well… Yeah… I guess… But this jackass pervert is hardly a Toshiki…" Ban paused. He didn't know why, but that didn't come out sounding right.
For a while, the Get Backers traded barbs on the morality of resuscitating a gene pool reject like Kojio. Then their dilemma was solved when he stirred and began coughing behind his mask. Slowly, he propped himself on his elbows.
"What did you do to me?" he demanded fiercely.
"Hey! We just saved your life," Ban retorted in a shrill manner.
"You mean, you tried to kill me with some sort of stun gun, didn't you?" Kojio scooted backwards to the bed, reached into the briefcase pocket and pulled out a .45 semiautomatic.
The two men stepped back with surprise, their gazes locked onto the gleaming ebony of the muzzle.
"Fantasy time is over. You two are the worst whores I have ever encountered in my life!" He pointed the gun at Ban. "You! Cuff blondie to that rack, and no funny business or else your lover boy gets it in the head."
"Whoa… Let's not overreact here… Why don't we talk this over? You don't even have to charge us –"
"NOW!" The man cocked the weapon and swung it in Ginji's direction. "You're in no position to tell me what to do!"
Ginji held back his partner, nodded weakly and voluntarily got on the pink rack. As Ban clamped the metal braces around Ginji's wrists and ankles, he glowered at the faux executioner. "You're making a big mistake."
"Oh, really?" Kojio picked himself up, keeping his pistol aimed at the blond. "You low-class street urchins should know better. This is a Yakuza safe-house. Anything goes here. And I seriously doubt anyone would care about you two nobodies if something were to, you know, happen." He adjusted the rack so that Ginji was perpendicular to the floor at an angle and facing the bed.
"I want you to watch while I teach your harlot girlfriend here the real meaning of domination."
"No!" Ginji shouted as he tried to squirm out of his shackles.
"Tell me if I read you right," Ban coolly requested as he held up his hands while Kojio held the gun under his chin. "You want to hurt me because I'm a substitute for your hen-pecking, slave-driving harpy of a wife –" Kojio unconsciously glanced at the accursed gold ring on his finger.
" – And you want to punish Ginji because you see yourself as a sniveling, dress-wearing sissy and you hate your pathetic self with the passion of a thousand hells."
"Why don't you do yourself a favor, grow some balls and just say 'stop'?"
"SHUT UP!" Kojio hit the right side of Ban's face with his open palm.
"Arrrgghhh! Stop it! Stop it! Take me instead!" Ginji cried, jerking his arms to no avail until he scraped his wrists raw. He tried to harness as much of his electromagnetism as he could to snatch the firearm away from Kojio's hand. But he could hardly even sway the steel chains. To his terrified dismay, he realized he was already spent.
The hooded gangster jabbed the gun against the Get Backer's chest and forced him to walk backwards to the bed. "Tsk. Tsk. That's the problem with you. You can't have absolute power and control if you let feelings get in the way. That's lesson number one, Mistress Midori."
"Now get on the bed!"
"Do I have to?" Ban scoffed, adamantly defiant to the end. "I've already had you on top of me and I didn't like it one bit."
"Bitch!" Kojio violently struck Ban's head with the butt of his pistol and he fell helplessly through the chains and into the mattress.
"BAN-CHAAAN!" Ginji screamed.
"And that's lesson number two. You'll submit whether you want to or not. A true dominant needs no permission!"
BANG!
Suddenly, there was a loud crack, followed by the creak of splintering wood and a thin wisp of a lasso caught Kojio's wrist, pulling it and the gun away in one swoop.
The weapon sailed across the floor and stopped before a swathe of red and orange silk.
"Kazu-chan!" a greatly relieved Ginji exclaimed.
"Are you all right Ginji-san?" Kazuki asked without tearing his burning gaze away from Kojio.
"Aa. But Ban-chan…"
"Keiko? But I thought…" Kojio stammered.
"Didn't I tell you not to start the party without me?" the string master hissed. With one sweep of his arm, Kazuki trussed up the pale half-naked man like a dressed turkey. "So you like to tie people up, huh? Well, lucky for you, you'll be learning the finer points of bondage first-hand from the master. Mind you, I don't share this with just anyone. But you? I like you a lot…"
Like a spider, Kazuki strung a radial thread frame within the four posts of the bed and with one tug he hoisted Kojio up to this suspended web.
The bag man shrieked.
Ban cracked open an eye and gingerly felt the lump on his head. He immediately spotted floor-length brown hair through his hazy vision. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Saving your smart-ass," the annaiya smirked as his nimble fingers whipped up the strings in an up-and-down, side-to-side motion with the grace of a ballerina. As Kojio was being enmeshed in the tight binds, the string glittered as it caught the light in its quick, interweaving dance across his body, slowly forming a tangled canopy above the bed.
"Do you know what shibari is, Kojio-san?" Kazuki asked as he worked. The whimpering man shook his head. "It's a rope art that, when skillfully used to tie up a person, can produce pleasurable sensations from being under the pressure and strain of the ropes. They say it's quite, hmmm, erotic."
The racketeer began to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Unfortunately, this isn't it. Sorry."
"W-w-what?"
"I'm using a technique of Fuchouin Ryuu that's similar to the ancient rope torture of hojojutsu (2). And I can assure you, it's considerably less pleasant than shibari, to say the least."
Kazuki finished his weave and was left holding a single length of string that was attached to the thread canopy.
"You have three options," he explained. "If I pull this string to the left, your binds will slowly pull your limbs apart until, one-by-one, they pop out of your sockets. I wouldn't choose this if I were you. It's not very pretty."
"If I pull to the right, the string will tighten around your wrists and ankles until they cut clean through. It's quick, but you'll probably bleed to death before anyone notices you're missing."
"Or, I can pull to the center and simply squeeze the life out of you."
By now, Kojio was sobbing, wailing and raining down sweat – and who knew what else – on the bed.
"Wait. I have a better option." Kazuki mockingly put a finger to his lips and looked up at the pitiful figure. "Why don't you tell me where the robot parts are and maybe, I'll let go of this string."
"So, what will it be?"
-o-
"…They're in one of the rooms… I don't know which… Oh God…I swear!" Kojio bawled, eyes wide open, tears streaming down his sweat-drenched face. His ridiculous black executioner's hood lay next to his head.
The Get Backers were crouched down beside the pathetic figure, who was left lying on the floor where he fell; after his cardiac arrest, after Ginji revived him – and after Ban took of f the mask and used the Evil Eye.
The brunette contorted his face. "My God. I can't believe how much he looks exactly like Gollum right now. Doesn't he, Ginji?"
He agreed. "Yesss, my preciousss…"
Ban looked at his friend funny and hit him on the chest with the back of his hand. "Man, you're worse than Emishi."
He stood up and dragged the still-dreaming Kojio by the arms towards the bed. Taking a pair of handcuffs from the BDSM goody briefcase, he cuffed the hentai's hands to the bedpost and put the ball gag into his mouth.
"Kojio wanted Thread Spool that badly, fine, I gave him Thread Spool. Hope he's happy," the Jagan wielder snorted and then grinned wickedly. 'But boy, will he be surprised when he finds out Kazuki Keiko, his pretty Hollywood porn princess is actually a mega-android porn king."
"Ban-chan!" Ginji blushed, protesting half-heartedly. However, he smiled despite himself.
"A little after-service, that's all," Ban snickered. He then noticed his partner's gaze darting intermittently at the wall above the bed and raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Yo, Ginji! You keep looking at that freaky 'Hello Kitty' on the wall. What's up with that?"
The blond's face became overcast with endearing embarrassment at having been caught. "Oh, nothing. I just thought that, um, maybe, Natsumi-chan would like…" He bit his tongue, struggling for another way of saying what he really wanted to say. "… we haven't thanked her yet for helping us, have we?"
"Good grief! If you want to give her the toy then why don't you just say so?" the less romantic of the Get Backers sighed exasperatedly. He then jumped on the waterbed, wobbled a bit and ripped the doll from the wall. He thrust it into Ginji's arms.
"Considering what Natsumi got us into, I have to admit this is a very fitting souvenir. Sick, but fitting." Ban said matter-of-factly as he went over to the door. "But don't think you're the only one getting brownie points for this. The doll's from the both of us."
Apparently, he forgot all about his earlier threat to murder Natsumi - twice.
"Of course. I knew you were a softie, Ban-chan, hee-hee!" Ginji beamed. "I'm sure she'll be so happy…" Suddenly, he loosened his embrace on the plushie and the corners of his smile fell. "But isn't this stealing?"
"It's not stealing, we're – " Ban came up with the most preposterous reason he could think of. " – rescuing poor 'Hello Kitty' from a lifetime of bondage in this hell-hole."
He pondered this for a while and then lit up. "You're right! We got back Kitty-chan's freedom! She's better off with Natsumi-chan anyway, no?"
Ban's jaw dropped open. The dork actually fell for it.
"Come on, let's split," he grumbled. "Little good the Jagan did. We still have to search all frigging rooms for the parts… Unless – "
Ginji inserted the keycard into the slot on the wall opposite the door knob. The LCD display flashed a monetary figure. "Hey, Ban-chan. This door won't open unless we pay 10,000 yen." He took out a few bills from his apron and began feeding the money slot. The blond turned chibi when he felt the snake's scorching eyes bore into him.
"You fool! Stop wasting our money!" Ban punted the flouncy periwinkle blue-and-white critter, sending him cannonballing through the chains on the bed and struck bulls-eye in the exact same spot on the wall just vacated by 'Hello Kitty'.
"Who needs cash when you've got this," he bragged and flexed his Snake Bite. Chibi-Ginji groaned his apologies and, together with pieces of masonry, crumbled face down into the waterbed.
With one effortless tug, Ban broke the door free from the frame just as Kojio awoke with a blood-curdling smothered scream that came from deep within his lungs.
The Get Backer's ears perked up. With fiendish mischief crossing his fine features, he turned and stood triumphantly over the pale, twitching form like the goddess Artemis about to spear the killing blow into the heart of her fallen prey.
"Did you have a nice dream?" Ban bent down and flashed a Cheshire Cat grin. "Your lovely Keiko turning into a transvestite Terminator must've been quite a shock, huh?"
He slowly started taking off his false eyelashes one after the other, flicking them like bugs into Kojio's face.
"Unnnh… Ummmpphh…" The sadist's eyeballs started jumping out of their sockets.
Next, Ban wiped off as much of his lipstick with the back of his hand.
"But one nightmare is not enough for you – " He then dug his fingers under the band of the black wig and dramatically tore it off his head.
Ban's voice deepened. " – Asshole."
He shook loose his disheveled brown spikes and leaned his stern, sharply handsome face close to Kojio's terror-stricken one.
"Oh, you didn't know Mistress Midori was actually a 'mister'?"
"Mmmppph!" The flaccid man shouted through his gag and then fainted.
Ban put the discarded wig snugly on Kojio's balding head and ambled out. "Dominate the Get Backers, will you?" he sardonically sniffed.
"…In your dreams."
They closed the wretched Room 204's door behind them. While Ginji used what was left of his electricity to solder the doorknob bolt to the jamb, he wondered out loud, "You don't think he'll have another heart attack, do you?"
"Nah," Ban chuckled and shook his head. "But I'm guessing he'll be suffering from a case of the night sweats for a while."
Ginji finished sealing the door. "So, where do we go from here?" Surely, we have to search all the rooms, right?"
"Hmmm…. Maybe not," he replied thoughtfully. "It's a long shot, but I think the display board in the lobby will tell us where the targets are."
"Now, let's get back those parts, shall we?"
"Finally." Ginji smiled.
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Was it pure evilness? Tell me. I need to know. Pretty please? Thanks:D
Anyway, the Dominant-Submissive segment of this fic was a slight commentary on the perceived non-sexual seme (Ban) / uke (Ginji) relationship of the Get Backers. I always wondered why Ginji would consistently tolerate Ban's "abuse", but in Ginji's mind, it's probably all harmless. And the positive aspects of their relationship far outweigh the silliness of their roughhousing. At least that's the way I see it. Hope my point got through. If not, that's all right, you can tell me. :D
Yes. There is such a thing as a "violet wand".
For the record, I am not a practitioner of BDSM, just fascinated by its psychology, hehe.
Oh, and I'm aware that the 'zaka' in Dogenzaka means 'street'. So Dogen-'street' St. is redundant. But can I ask you to please work with me for the sake of the title? Thank you. :D
Next chapter : After all the Get Backers went through, there is a pay-off, right? Right? Right.
(1) jo-osama : literally, mistress.
(2) Hojojutsu : a traditional Shinkoku Period Japanese martial art of restraining prisoners using just one piece of rope and an intricate series of knots, resulting in long-term nerve and circulation damage or death. The more basic techniques are still being taught for police work.