Kill Bvill v1
Chapter Four:
"Origin of Hel-N"
Helen was born and raised in an American office building just outside of Tokyo, Japan. Her father, an American-Dutch businessman, had fallen in love with her Japanese-Turkmenistani mother. Helen rarely talked about her American-Dutch-Japanese-Turkmeni heritage. At the age of 9, her parents were brutally defeated right in front of her eyes...
A small girl lay under the desk in her parents' office, watching the scene as it took place...
There were three dangerous-looking men in suits in the room, two of them holding her mother hostage while the other dealt with her father. They were both standing up, and they were locked in a heated duel for a title...the title of...
Yu-Gi-Oh TCG Champion!
Duel Disks on their arms, the men were sweating profusely as they played card after card. Suddenly, the man threw a cheap shot at her father, diminishing his Life Points to zero... his title was lost...he was defeated. He dropped to the floor, eyes locking with the trembling Helen, a single tear forming in his eye...
The mother screamed and wriggled out of the two suit's grasps. She ran to the office cupboard and withdrew her own Duel Disk, and challenged the victorious man... she said something in Japanese, roughly translating to 'I am the real champion, not my husband...he is just a cover for my power! Duel me for the title right now!'
And so they dueled. The other two men picked up the father's deck and began to rip up his cards, little peices of paper flying everywhere, like a blizzard of snow. Meanwhile, the man dueled her mother with the deck he had obtained from his boss...Boss Yaka-ooza...
Suddenly, the mother let out a small gasp, then a shriek of terror. Her life points had been obliterated by another cheap attack, and she too had been defeated. Slowly, she fell, landing on top of the desk. with a cry, the three men seized the deck, and ripped it to shreds. Tiny peices of what was her mother's most cherished cards began to drift onto Helen's face, and she slowly began to tear...
The men laughed, and one of them kicked over a bottle of whisky that was on the desk. With the stud of a cigarette, he lit the liquid on fire, sending the room into flames...
Lucky for Helen, Boss Yaka-ooza was a pedophile, so she was able to get close enough to him to seek her revenge..she was 14.
An old man lay on his bed, his shirt open and him in his shorts. A young girl sat on his lap, mounted as if she were on a horse. She giggled as the man's hands slowly began to make their way toward her chest, then she stopped, brushing aside his groping arms.
"Tell me...Do I look familiar?"
Suddenly, she reached into her shirt and pulled out a concealed Duel Disk. Then and there, she defeated the Boss, and regained her parent's honour.
"Do I look familiar to you? Perhaps...I look like someone you have defeated?"
She giggled as she grabbed the helpless man's deck...DECK...and began to tear it to shreds. The man screamed as his torn cards filled the room.
The three henchmen entered the room, guns and Duel Disks ready. They saw the lifeless form of their Boss, covered in his shredded cards. They could not see the assailant, however, as she had ducked under the bed...
BANG! One of the men's legs was obliterated by the unseen shot. He fell to the floor and made eye contact with the fourteen year old Helen, and she shot him between the eyes. The other two bent to look at their attacker and say Helen, and she put a bullet into both their gaping mouths. Her work here was done.
Helen proceeded to become one of the world's best assassins and foremost TCG gamers, until at 17, she conquered the council of the anime bosses of the underworld of Tokyo...
We see a large boardroom, with several drunken men shouting and drinking happily. At the head of the table is Helen, and behind her is her bodyguard and assistant, whom we will meet later. There is one man, however, who is not so happy...
SLAM! One of the bosses slammed his fist on the table. All noise immediately died, and all heads turned toward him.
"Boss Tanaka, why do you disrespect the festivity of this meeting?" A random bald Boss yells in angry Japanese.
Boss Tanaka goes to speak, but is interrupted by the 'boo-ing' of all the other bosses.
"Now, now, gentleman. If Boss Tanaka has something on his mind, I encourage us all to politely listen and respect him. Now, what is wrong, Boss Tanaka?"
"I love this council. Hell, I love this council more than my own wife and child. I love the Anime Council more than anything else! How can you all just sit there and act a fool when our BELOVED council is.. is..."
"Yes, Boss Tanaka..."
"I'M TALKING ABOUT THE PERVERSION OF THIS ESTEEMED COUNCIL!"
One of the bosses spoke up.
"Of what perversion do you speak?"
"Everyone knows that Anime is Japanese, and to have this- this- Dutch-American-Turkmenistani as our leader SHAMES our fathers, who worked so hard to start this council!"
Everyone looked to Helen, waiting for a response. She kept a perfectly straight face, but she stood and addressed the council.
One of the bosses scolded Tanaka.
"Boss Tanaka, that is out of line-!"
"Now, now, Boss Hirushuugi of Inuyasha, Boss Tanaka has a very good point." Helen suddenly jumped up onto the large glass table, running in her white kimono and padded feet to the Boss Tanaka. Unsheathing her samurai sword in a fluid motion, she cut off the boss's head. She resheathed her sword, and bent to pick up the head, and began to calmly address her council.
"Now, I'm going to say this in English, to stress the importance of what I say." She began, and her assistant began to translate:
"Alright. As your leader, I encourage you from time to time, and always in a respectful manner, to question my logic. If you're unconvinced that a particular plan of action I've decided is the wisest, tell me so, but allow me to convince you and I promise you right here and now, no subject will ever be taboo. Except, of course, the subject that was just under discussion. The price you pay for bringing up either my Dutch, American, or Turkmenistani heritage as a negative is - I collect your FUCKING HEAD! JUST LIKE THIS FUCKER HERE! NOW, IF ANY OF YOU SONS OF BITCHES GOT ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY, NOW'S THE FUCKING TIME!"
None did. None ever did after that, and Beloved Fool became just that-beloved. She dominated the anime world, winning every world TCG championship, beating every anime video game championship, and forming the world's foremost collection of anime plushies and manga comic books. Now, she is one of the world's best fanfiction writers, and a member of Phil's Fatal Cobras. She also leads the underground crime rings of Japan's anime world, and she even had her own personal bodyguard gang- The Krazy 88. Actually, this 'gang' is all one person, but don't worry- I won't subject you to the horror of that until a few chapters from now. First, I must do something VERY important.
"Welcome to Japan, male with long black hair!"
Wink!