Chapter Two: HER TORMENT, HER HUMILIATION, THY RAGE

A pale, yet stunning beauty of 19 years... Standing no more than 5-foot-5, with tight abs, ass, full breasts, shimmering black hair, and purple eyes... Dressed in a black gown that showed a lot of cleavage, was pulled over her dark purple panties. She was feeling herself, thinking of the enigma only known as the Meathook. "So sexy," she whispered.

This amazing gothic beauty, known as Ayeka Mishima, was head of the southern branch of Japan's crime syndicate, the Yakuza. Reaching under her pillow, she pulled out a curved, navy blue sheath, which contained a Muramasa-signed Wakizashi. She drew the blade and slit her already scarred right wrist. Blood turned her on, and she thought her blood was of the sweetest kind. "Mmmm" she moaned. She continued this sado-masochistic pleasure run until her body rocked with sweet passion. All that was on her mind was the meathook, and how she longed to have him or her as a gaijin.

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Naota awoke late the next morning. "Shit." He scorned himself for possibly missing half his classes. Suddenly, he froze. There was some unexpected weight holding him down, weight that needed to be dealt with... Or so he thought. He looked down and saw Ninamori holding on to him. "What the hell?"

She slowly rose. "I'm sorry, Naota-kun. I just couldn't put up with my dad's abuse any longer."

Naota thanked Odin that she didn't bring up anything out of the unusual. "I need to get dressed for school."

"So?"

"I can't have you here now. You'll just have to come back later."

"You bad boy. I know what you really want to do."

He was scared stiff. "Huh?"

"You want to fantasize about my womanly bod-ay."

Naota chuckled with relief. "Yeah, that's it."

Eri's smirk was one of an evil, devious villian. "Of course, I could pleasure you in ways beyond the scope of your limited imagination."

His consciousness was in turmoil. There was only one way to get her to leave; tell her that he truly despises her. Of course, he wouldn't want that.

"Eri-chan..." He sounded desperate.

"Yes honey?"

"How much do you like me?"

She virtually suffocated the poor boy with her massive bear hug. "I thought you'd never ask." She sniffled, her crying apparent. "Why?"

"I just want to know if I can trust you."

She forced a smile, planting several short, but sweet kisses on his lips. "I think I'm in love with you, does that help?"

He turned his head away. "Eri-chan, I'm flattered to hear that, but..."

"But?"

"I'm not sure if I can trust you." He started to ball.

"Naota-kun?"

"I did something horrible. I'm the one who truly doesn't deserve you. I… I…"

She placed her index finger on his lips. "I'm a prostitute Naota. What could you have done that is so much worse?" Eri looked into his eyes, as if she was mesmerized by them.

The sparkle in his eyes faded. "I killed them." His voice was not that of a human. It was a low pitched demon grunt.

"Say that again?"

"Look in the closet, you'll see the evidence."

Ninamori slowly crept up to the closet, trembling in fear. An inhuman throb banged at her heart as she opened the door. She saw a cardboard box. Stuffed within that box, underneath his brother's belongings, she saw it...

...she saw...

It...

The...

Shiny...

Meat...

Hook...

Her eyes were lifeless for a few seconds, though she finally regained her composure, with a smile no less. "Naota-kun, do you know what this means?"

"Why are you smiling? What's so fucking joyous? I'm a murderer, damn it!"

"We are perfect for each other, a match spawned from the ninth ring of hell." She crept back into bed with him, planting soft kisses on his face, his lips.

"You won't run away?" He asked, virtually begging.

Her demeanor was borderline insane/maso-sadistic. "Never, we will suffer together for all eternity. I love you, Naota-kun."

His facial expression changed from one of fear to one of happiness. "As I love you, Eri-chan." They went in for a deep, passionate kisses, allowing their tongues to collide in a battle for dominance.

Unfortunately, a certain robot ruined the moment by walking in on them, much to their dismay.

"What the hell do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?" Noata growled, Eri giggling at his frustration.

rootkanchi# write Noata

Dude, we've got trouble. A miss Mishima and a couple of Yakuza thugs have tracked Ninamori here and plan to take her back to their hideout.

C-d

"Eri-chan?" Naota questioned, sympathetically of course.

"My father... That bastard sold me out to them. They threatened to kill him unless A) He gives them a 50,000,000 yen, or B) He sells me into prostitution. I don't know what the deal is, but their leader, Ayeka Mishima, has some sort of grudge against my dad."

"Eri, whatever you do, do not fret. I will take care of this." His eyes were filled with a demonic aura. Bloodlust would soon engulf him.

Her smile was as bright as ever. She was truly flattered that he was willing to kill for her.

"Kanchi, I want you to get dad and gramps as far away from here as possible. They don't need to see the bloodshed that is going to take place."

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Kanchi arrived downstairs, seeing that one of the thugs, both of which were dressed in ninja attire, had a katana to an old, bald, out of shape man.

"Come on old man, you better tell us where that slut is, or we're gonna have to kill you."

"Robot," Ayeka commanded, eyeing Kanchi with suspicion, "I know much about you… You marvelous gem. Why not work for me?"

rootkanchi# write Yakuza mistress

Cuz you're a cunt rag.

C-d

She smiled. "I guess those Medical Mechanica programmers didn't give you much of a brain. Turning you to scrap is effortless."

"You have a problem, take it up with me."

Naota, dressed in multiple layers of Kevlar armor, entered, gasmask, utility belt, meathook and all.

Miss Mishima's eyes grew wide in sick delight. "Meathook, how I long to have your sex intertwined against my own."

"I hate to disappoint you, but my genitalia belongs to someone else."

"The Ninamori girl, of course." Her smile was indeed filled with lust and a killer's passion.

"How dare you disrespect mistress Mishima that way!" One of the ninjas, this one armed with a kodachi, charged at the Meathook, though his attempt at stabbing was easily evaded. In retaliation, the meat hook went right through his skull with an overhead slash, puncturing his pee-sized brain. When Naota withdrew his hook, blood and specs of brain tissue could be seen.

The other ninja thug reeled back in fear.

The Yukuza boss muttered in digust. "Lowly coward." She quickly revealed her Muramasa. The last ninja was beheaded by its master, punishment for showing weakness. As the head rolled on the floor, a fountain of blood flowed from the stump that was once a neck.

The Meathook, Naota Nandaba, got into a defensive Tae Kwon Do form.

Ayeka was no longer expressing any emotion. It was almost as if she was in a trance. "It is not my intention to fight you. In fact, I only wish the best for you. Eri as well."

"Forgive me, but I don't belive you."

"Then we must fight, fair man. However... you will lose. I am a master of Kung Fu, Ninjitsu, and Muay Thai."

"I'm a master of plain kicking ass and sodomizing."

"Oh Kami." She was about to have an orgasm then and there. "That is SO sexy!"

As she was distracted, Kanchi picked up both Shigekumi and Kamon, and bolted the hell away from there.

"For Odin's sake, you are a pathetic, oversexed slut."

The Yakuza queen growled at his snood remark. "I swear on my mother's legacy, that I... Mishima, Ayeka Kanako, shall defeat you with every ounce of my body, mind, and spirit!"

End Chapter Two.