/Boss Ikari/
- lawless priest -
02 - bringing down the house
My name is Ikari, Shinji Ikari, the son of the famed Yakuza boss Gendo Ikari, aka 'That bastard', you know the one. Anyway, every since my 21st birthday, my father forced me to take the reins of the family business, things around here have become... extremely weird. But whatever, I take it as just another day in this whacked out city called Tokyo - 3.
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A bullet flew by my head, a few of them actually, causing me to duck to the side to avoid their path. As this happened, I asked myself a brief question, 'What am I doing here?' I took a shot at the guy who was aiming at me while I contemplated a proper response. Before I could even answer the first one someone else shot at me and a new question ,which was not so brief, was added. 'Not just what am I doing here, why am I here doing what I'm doing here?'
Images of a devilish red head and a demon's cold eyed stare answered. 'Oh, yeah, that. Why do they always get me in trouble.'
One of Kaji's men threw me a signal and a question. I in turn threw him one. He snickered and a few of his friends smiled. Smiling myself while Asuka rolled her eyes, I put my middle finger down and gave him a real one, confirming the plan. We were standing beside a doorway that lead to another hallway in side of a Kodama controlled building. Him on one side, me on the other, both with our guns ready for any type of assault.
There were others behind us along with my crew all in our special combat gear that Dr. Akagi called a plug suit or something or another. I wasn't actually paying attention when she was explaining them. There were too many jokes running through my head, starting with the words plug and suit and images of something red that was nice and plump, along with maybe a little blue that was lithe, yet satisfying. I even think Ms. Ibuki's name came up somewhere in the mist of all that, too.
Obviously I was spending way too much time with Aida and Suzuhara. Those late night movie sessions were getting out of hand anyway. When your father starts joining in on your 'movie fun' that should tell you that you need to quit. Anyway, back to the story, there were some more Section 2 guys with us, some of them guarding the way we had just come in.
The plan was simple. The hall split, leading left and right and a straight path forward, which was held by the enemy in the doorways of said hall. The paths leading left and right were empty and ready for the taking.
A Section 2 agent tossed a flash bang through the door and we covered our eyes. While the enemy was blinded my people followed me out and to the left as a few S-2 agents went right, while the others covered for us. We moved swiftly, silently checking for Kodama's as we went, weapons out and ready. Our mission was clear. We were deep in the building and the head of the Kodama clan was somewhere up ahead. We would finish this here and now.
This was the fourth enemy held building my team had personally infiltrated like this in the week. Section 2 had done their own share of raids as well, further weakening the enemy. Soon it'd all be over and I could get back all the sleep I'd lost from having to deal with those stooges and planning the fall of the Kodama Clan. But most importantly Asuka's bloodlust would finally be sated and I wouldn't have to worry about her making my life a living hell for a while.
I had allowed her to 'question' some of the more aggressive enemy men who had resisted capture. There was a rumor fly around, that I was completely unaware of and had nothing to do with what-so-ever, that the great Second Child happened to be into S&M. Hell, I even had money on it, but that little tid bit of info doesn't go further than you or me. I'd hate to have to hurt one of my readers if they were to repeat said info to a certain red head German explosive specialist. I have no intention of have my genitals strand to a pack of c4, so just keep it to yourselves, alright? Alright.
Still, I'm positive it would be an interesting experience, even if I know none of them would enjoy it. Asuka's not the type to run around with the common rabble, so I wasn't worried about that. She wouldn't 'degrade' herself for the likes of them, but she would tease the heel of them, which is its own sort of torture.
Sorry. I'm not focusing. Hold on a second...
'Ok, ok, let's do this, focus, focus man. Focus! FOCUS DAMNIT!'
Alright, I'm ready. No more digressing form here on out. I swear. Now back to the impending butt kicking of the Kodama men.
Speaking of which, one of those idiots just opened a door right in front of me. Before he even had a chance to react I kicked him in his face right back in the room. He never even touched the ground before Rei, who was at my side with her Nerv issue MP5 SMG, and I emptied our clips into him and his startled comrades. None of them even had time to pull up their weapons. It was a clean kill for us, but it made them look like fools. After checking the room for smurfs and spray painting -Kodama's Suck!- in big letters all over the room and the downed men we continued on our path as if nothing happened.
We walked calmly, not letting the situation get to us as the sound of gun fire permeated the air throughout the building. That ending when some punk up ahead screamed at the top of his lungs that 'Jiggly Puff was the greatest Pokemon, ever!' and then proceeded to run around the nearest corner. At the intersection I sent Horaki to disperse our justice along with Aida and Suzuhara to give support. Everyone knows Squirtle has Jiggly Puff beat.
At any rate, Hikari would be able to keep the stooges inline. I didn't want to think about what kind of trouble they would get into if I left them alone. They hated Pokemon with a passion and I almost felt sorry for that guy. Almost. I was still trying to clean up the mess they had created last time. Thank god for a certain scantly clad, beer chugging arms dealer and military tactician or we would never have stopped those dupes. I was sure Hikari could handle them, or if not give them a messy burial.
Asuka and Rei were with me, as always. They would have insisted anyway. One believing I would be too weak to dish out righteous ass kickings without her help. I don't know where she got that idea. I am a culinary artist. You see, the secret to a nice ripe and juicy ass kicking is to properly dish out juusst the right amount. You wouldn't want it to taste flat, now would you? And as for the other, well, she was just there to add a touch of quiet fury and a dash of restrained annoyance to the mix, for flavor of course. I really wasn't in the mood for an argument right now. So I said nothing and just moved on, planning my own recipe for desert as I went.
We ran into fools a plenty along the way who fell easily to the combined fire power and determination of The Red Menace and Wonder Girl. My Berrettas added their own particular mix to the party as we mowed down the enemy on our way.
Currently I was ducked behind a desk, trading fire with the some of the room's previous occupants in a vie for dominance for vice in this part of town. Most of the residents of the building I resided in had been dealt with some time ago, but apparently they had called in for backup before the fight started. Not surprising and not unprepared for.
The Kodama Clan men seemed to be very pissed off that someone was challenging them, and a bit afraid of who it happened to be. Obviously they didn't know who Asuka and Hikari were when they came by a week ago. No doubt, all they had saw was another pretty pair of panties to play with, one of them a red head at that!
'Idiots'
I never liked the Kodama guys. They always rubbed me the wrong way. Honestly, they were a small group and had no real power. A few blocks and a few businesses were under their protection, but nothing of real consequence. The one thing that really got me about them was... they simply had no style. Everything they did was taken from us. Their style of dress, the weird futuristic pseudo MIB wear with the cool jackets with the weird triangle like clasp thingy that was part of our signature dress code, these punks copied it and ruined it with oddly bright color patterns and a synthetic alligator skin like cloth. It just threw the eyes.
Even how they structured their organization by trying to use our cold, impersonal, super secret, UN chartered like military names for our groups. I mean what the hell is a Section 462? I doubt even they do. They even sampled our name, adding the brotherhood like 'Clan' to their weak group. Their Boss isn't even named Kodama and I don't think any of them ever were!
Those unimaginative lames thought that if they copied my righteous family's ways that they could somehow become as superior as us. I know that sounds conceited, ok well, it is conceited, but damnit it's true. It's an insult to my mother and all of that she had thought up.
And besides, those punks thought they could just look at my red heads without permission and that is something that I can not abide. I admit these weren't the smartest reasons to hate someone, but hey, they were shooting at me, so right now, I don't give a sheist.
"Hey Ikari! Are you going to sit there day dreaming or are you going to kill somebody, already? I'd swear you were a Dummkopf!"
'Well, I guess I did pick the wrong time for a little self introspection.'
I didn't waste time to answer the German's question. I merely sited a fool and as they say capped a fool. They really were starting to piss me off. One of the enemy gunmen, who had been lucky enough to actually make it into the room without a full clip in his back side, was hiding by a toppled table humming 'Fly me to the moon'.
I shot him, and quick too.
Not because he was humming during a gun fight. No. I do that myself some times. It was because he was humming 'Fly me to the moon'. I hate that song, with a passion. Now Beethoven's 'The ode to joy' or some Canon in D, yeah, I could understand that or any other song, but 'Fly me to the moon'? No, you can keep that. You can keep it or get shot, your choice.
"Fly me to the moon, yeah, I'll fly you to moon. You guys riding first class or coach?" I screamed at the fools as the loud clasps of my guns answered the calls of their own. This whole scene was getting boring. I was going to have to do something soon before ...
"Mein Gott! These Dummkopfs aren't even a challenge!"
"Why does she always interrupt my musing?"
"You tend to muse at inappropriate times, Ikari-Kun. In her twisted mind it is her way of warning you."
"Hey, I heard that Wonder Girl!"
"I would be worried if you had not Sohryu. I have become skeptical of your hearing capabilities of late. You tend not to hear orders when you are addressed."
"Wow, that's the most I've heard you say in a week." Asuka replied a bit shocked. I was as well, but the bullets flying overhead, held most of my attention. Even with my concentration on surviving and the constant danger of death so near I didn't fail to note the colorful derogatory explications and other critical oaths being tossed at the blue haired girl when the half German girl remembered how Rei had just slighted her.
With my back to the desk protecting me I slapped a new clip in my pistols while holding my own Nerv MP5 SMG ready, I took out a grenade. Pulling the pin and tossing it, I got ready. The resulting explosion shut off all of the unwanted commotion but the sound of my sub machine gun going off, with Rei's and Asuka's only a few seconds behind soon filled the void.
Just then someone screamed out. "Hey, I find a smurf!"
"I'll trade you a digimon for it"
"Hell, no!" He declined, so I shot him, picking up my new smurf on my way out.
We wasted no time now, taking out the enemy without hesitation. I would turn a corner on one knee while Asuka stood over me blasting any offenders insight in sync and Rei acted as rear guard. It was almost surprising how fast we made it to our destination. When we were done a large concentration of dead guards laid at odd angles on the floor outside of a once heavily guarded red door. I held my gun ready and moved toward the door. Asuka took up a point position and Rei took out a flash grenade. Asuka gave the signal and I opened the door. Rei's grenade dispersed it's load and Asuka went in blazing. I was right behind her.
There were twelve men in the room and one more in a suit with colors that clashed so much I could have sworn he was a flash grenade himself. Any one in the room who opted to fire was dealt with swiftly. I took out three as I came in, their guns just coming around and Asuka was on her fourth, her shots tearing into their heads and upper body. Rei laid waste to three more on her way in, leaving only three more.
When they could see again, the site of one extremely pissed off German red head, a slightly annoyed red eyed Japanese girl with strange blue hair and one cold eyed, brown haired man all with sub machine guns pointed at their heads, except for the German, she had hers pointed at the brightly dressed man's lower regions, nearly made them Sheist their pants. And I did just say Sheist. Hell, I'll say it again too. Sheist! Oh, wait I said no digressing. Gomen, gomen. Yeah, anyway, he hastily put a hand over said regions out of reflex, somehow believing his think hands would prevent the incoming bullet. Yeah, right.
"It's the Third Child!" One said as he gasped.
"Screw that, it's the Second Child too!" Another seconded.
"I never thought that the First Child would be so... cute."
This third comment earned him the stares of all present. Each wondering what had he been smoking of late.
"What?" He said a little abashed, while Rei sweat dropped, blushing a bit. I just shook my head. Asuka looked even more POd than normal, muttering something about damned Dummkopfs and Arschlochs.
"Anyway, this is it. Your operation's finished so just give up now and quit wasting our time." I said trying to end this without further bloodshed. What? Why are you looking at me like that? I told you guys I was a nice guy and I don't like violence. What... you're telling me you weren't listening! Oh, hell no. Don't make me come over there. Fanfiction or not, I have a SMG, a few semi automatic weapons and plenty of explosives over here, so don't piss me off, alright!
'Sigh...'
Like, I was saying, I don't like violence, so I was trying to let them off easy, but that pot smoking guy from before cut in before I could finished.
"You know, aren't you guys a bit late. I mean, we've been waiting for a about an hour and a half or so. Don't you think it's a bit rude to keep us sweating like that." He dusted off his dark blue jacket, probably the only one in the room whose color wasn't out of some kinder gardener's coloring book, and smoothed it out.
"I'm sorry. Your people should've given better directions. I guess the automatic weapon aimed at their testicles had them distracted." I retorted sarcastically out of irritation. Here I was trying to help this idiot out and he's over here making wise cracks.
"Well, I can see how that could be a problem. In any case, so," He said flippantly. "you're the Third Child, eh? Hmm, you don't look like much. Not like your companions here." A warm smirk crossed his features as he gazed over them and their rather form fitting combat body armor while running a hand through his dark roughish hair. This guy acted worse than Kaji after a night at the bar in the ladies room.
"So, Second Child, right?" The guy said, turning towards Asuka. "You want to go back to my place for some extra lessons. I can tutor you in PE."
"Do I look like a child to you, BAKA! Tutor, me in PE? That wasn't even just a lame line, it was stupid. Like I'm too dumb to learn PE on my own, so I have to get EXTRA LESSONS!" You should've seen the look on her face. It was almost as if she was too exasperated to murder the bastard.
"You either insult me right, or you don't insult me at all, ARSCHLOCH!" Asuka's cry made everyone back up a step and the fool in the blue tried to stammer an apology, while Rei added another sweat drop to her collection.
"Who... the hell... are you?" I asked while trying to keep my self calm. Father says you must always keep calm. If you're in an annoying situation where you're supposed to be fuming, if you stay cool as hell and as calm as Ice, it'll scare the smurf out of the punks. I remember wanting to slap those shades off that bastard for saying that crap out load and being serious about it, but his words did stick.
"Me?" He asked, looking surprised. I mean who else would I be talking to. "Oh, well I'm Juntaro Saito, Boss Saito's Son." Juntaro said puffing out his chest.
"Oh," I said, before I pumped half a clip into him. "I just wanted to know who I was shooting." Rei calmed down and Asuka smiled, or smirked evilly. I'm still trying to figure out which.
"Does anybody else have anything else stupid to say?" I asked. The other two Kodama men looked sheepish. "I'm serious, right now, anything? Because I swear if you do after this I'll shoot you bastards."
No one said anything. "Good."
I sighed and took a calming breath. Looking at the brightly dress man before me I got back to business. "You, are you Boss Saito, the head of the Kodama Clan?"
"Well, actually, no. He was attacked by one his famed pocket monsters yesterday after he tried to trade it for a papa smurf.
"Yeah, those pocket monsters can be real vicious if you annoy them." Asuka, who was an avid collect, said from the side line.
'Papa smurf, eh? He actually found someone willing to trade one? Hmm, I'm going to need to have a nice chat with this guy later.'
"It was really a shame. We lost nearly all of our men and business over to your people that same day. Some us think it was some kind of omen. I'm Minoru Arakawa, by the way. Juntaro is actually the head of the Clan, or was." We took a look a the dead pot smoking pervert.
"Oh, well, can you tell your men to stop resisting so we can end this? We don't actually want to kill all of you."
"S-Sure." He stuttered, as he went about his business I addressed the other man.
"And you are?"
"Ichiro."
"Ichiro, what?"
"Just Ichiro."
"Whatever. Are there anymore higher ups around here? It's best if we pacify their anxiety now rather than later. At least we can keep the coups down to a minimum, eh?" Ichiro gave a thin smile at this and showed me a side door that lead further into the building. Hikari decided that moment to make her appearance.
"The Kodama men have cease fire, sir. Kaji and his men are rounding them up as we speak."
"Good, did you find that Jiggy Puff fanatic?" She nodded. "Sweet, I want him taken to Dr. Akagi when we're done here. I'm sure she can find a use for him." I was just about to leave, when I remembered the other Kodama man in the room. "Hikari, you stay here and watch over Mr. Arakawa. Get some Section 2 agents up here to guard this place. You're in charge for the moment if anyone asks. Make sure everything goes smoothly alright?"
"Hai."
I motioned Asuka and Rei to follow me and Ichiro as we headed toward the back room. Ichiro open the door and we came right behind him, ready for any surprises. We weren't ready enough. The site that greeted us was nothing like what I had expected. It was the Kodama Clan's crown jewels. There in front of me were three women who could have made JPop Idols jealous. Luckily, the Kodama women didn't have their male counterparts fashion sense and the highly priced attire fit them almost as well as Asuka's and Rei's plug suits. The fact that they kept eying my own outfit made me a little self conscious.
A look from Ichiro brought my attention back to the present. "Third Child, let me introduce you. This is Lady Akira, Boss Saito's wife and his daughters Megumi and Sunja Saito." The three women stood as they were called with varying expressions. Lady Akira looked wearied while her daughters looked a bit annoyed.
"So this is the Third Child, the prince of the Ikari Clan." The elder Saito spoke. She had that direct way of speaking that my father had. A hard women no doubt. "I guess you're here to claim your prize, ne?"
"Nothing so melodramatic as that. I've just come to make sure this ends now rather than later." Looking into her eyes I could see she understood what I was saying.
"Yes, I see. We wouldn't want my son to go out and do something foolish and get himself killed."
"I'm afraid it's a little late for that." That got their attention. The mother looked even more vexed than before, but the other two looked.... overjoyed? Whatever, weird family.
"I see. I guess he couldn't keep his mouth shut."
"That's an understatement." Asuka and Megumi Saito said in unison.
"As I told Mr. Arakawa we are not here to kill you all, just to end this. I'm sure we can work something out between our people." This caught the elder woman off guard. She was obviously expecting something cruel, rather than mercy. My father was the model of what a ruthless crime lord was supposed to be back in his day. He hadn't changed much sense then.
"You are not what I was expecting Mr. Ikari. Your clan's reputation aside I'm not sure if you're more dangerous this way or how I had perceived." She smiled at this, her eyes calculating. "This could get very interesting."
"Yes I'm sure. Now if you'll follow me, we can go somewhere more appropriate to discus these matters, eh." We all began to file out then, with the younger Saito's giving me questioning looks, trying to size me up. One of them, Sunja I think, kept looking at my crotch. I turned back to take a quick look around the room so she wouldn't see my blush. I didn't miss Rei and Asuka's irritated look and Megumi's approving glance at my back side. 'I just killed their brother, taken over all of their business and all they can do is look at my butt? Sigh... whatever. I wonder if Boss Saito has any smurfs hidden around here.' I thought before I left.
What did I expect. It was just another day in Tokyo - 3.