Delivery

Chapter 4

Tsurara listened as the two that were above explained everything. In truth the proposal was ingenious. It would give them time, and hopefully it would be enough time to escape unnoticed. She looked at Ling Ling, and she felt the scar under her kimoto. She'd been healed, reformed, all thanks to the necromancy of Ling Ling. Of course that wasn't the only thing that had been done.

Ling Ling explained that she was once again fertile, she could have another child, and she admitted that she may have placed a small command inside of her. Of course she knew what the command was. She could feel its influence right now. She wanted Tsukune to take her, to ravish her, to bend her to his will. She wanted to be his perfect little geisha, and allow him to explore every inch of her body. The memory of what happened to her was still present. How she had been cut in half, how she laid there and died, and then there was oblivion. She could hear, see, but it was dark.

The darkness stretched on for an eternity, and she had to admit that it was a frightening aspect. Then suddenly something touched her, pulled her, and she felt herself back. She had looked up to see Ling Ling, and she didn't know her, but did at the same time. Ling Ling had explained that she was a gift for Tsukune, and she planned on letting him unwrap her at his earliest convenience. She thought of her husband, his fair complexion, his loving gaze, and then of how angry he had become. A pang of guilt washed over her, but moreover she still thought of young Tsukune. His physical prowess, and how he had successfully bred so many of the snow women.

Her own daughter, Mizore, carried Tsukune's seed. She blushed slightly, realizing that she wanted to carry his child as well. It would mean that her own child would be both an uncle and half sibling to Mizore's. It would certainly make for interesting dinner conversation. She shook her head, and she stopped thinking about what would happen, and instead focused on what was happening. Ling Ling was currently removing several bits of lead from her aunt.

There was little doubt that the crew they hired were indeed good at their jobs. Ageha had certainly done her homework in finding a company that was both competent and resourceful. It was fairly clear that the two hundred thousand American dollars that was being spent was well justified. She looked toward the young man standing near the woman. She doubted that the woman had managed to make the deal with the Miao Family.

She had had absolutely no doubt in her mind that the woman was incredibly skilled with weapons, but she didn't think that negiotion was part of her repertoire. No, it likely belonged to that young man. The young man that she was standing close to. A demure smile crossed her lips as she studied them. She knew that body posture, it was one so many of her village had when they found a loving husband. It was protective, and at the same time it was establishing territory.

That young woman, Revy she believed her name was, had claimed that young man for her own. She could respect her determination. Of course, there were many different species that would be interested in stealing him away. How she held onto him would be determined by her determination and skill. Her attention then drifted toward the ship itself. The boat was a hold over from the Vietnam War. Specifically it was a holdover from the American Vietnam War. While she had studied history, after all those who did not were doomed to repeat it, she was unfortunately lacking in some of the pieces that dealt specifically with the Americans. Thinking of the war made her think of the weapons from that era. It was something she prided herself on. She knew weapons, all sorts, styles, and their abilities. The two special pistols that the girl carried were highly modified Beretta 92Fs. They were perfect for lower level monsters, amazing against humans, and used highly in wars after Vietnam, by various members of the Yakuza because of the popularity of the weapon, and by various organizations from the United States.

That was another thing. She knew some of the United States, but not as much as she would like. She knew of the wars they had been in, the type of weapons and machines of war that had been used, but she unfortunately didn't know much about the customs of its people. One of the village girls had actually found an American Tourist that decided to marry her. He was of Japanese descent, and he explained that he was a third generation American. Of course he was much happier with her, or was until she was bred by Tsukune.

She hadn't been on the register to receive anyone's seed other than her husband's. She had merely been there to ensure that she was fertile, that they could conceive, and instead she had been taken and given a child that was not her husband's. Yosho Masaki was a good man, a kind one, and a gentle soul. He was proficient at swordplay, and carried himself like someone that was to be respected. Part of her wondered if he would forgive Kasumi for what happened. It hadn't been planned, she knew this, but for all of his wonderful attributes she did notice that Yosho did seem to be very traditional.

It was odd how her mind wandered so far from her trail of thoughts. Has she always been like that? Did she aimlessly wander from one thought to the next, shifting so seamlessly from one path to another much the same way a cat would choose its own direction based solely upon the humor of its disposition? She had been more focused before, hadn't she? She looked toward Ling Ling, and she saw the Jiang Shi finishing her patching up of Chu Hua.

The dark sorceress of the Huang family turned toward her, smiled and seemed to study her. She moved, stiffly, toward Tsurara, and the snow woman found herself unable to move away from the woman that had resurrected her. Instead she stayed in place, and she saw the twinkle in Ling Ling's eyes.

"I take it that you've discovered a few things, have you not?"

Tsurara nodded, unable to reply. She sat, perfectly still, waiting, unable to answer, unable to move, and instead trapped by the pure will of the one that resurrected her.

"You are a gift," she said simply, "You have a brilliant calculating mind, one that will work for you, regardless of what I may or may not do."

She giggled, "But, I find the best way to overcome a calculating, strategic mind is by allowing natural curiosity and of course unbridled desire to run rampant," she looked Tsurara in the eyes, "Even at this moment, you're likely envisioning Tsukune being deep inside of you, claiming you, and filling your womb with another blessed child. This is a gift that I truly grant you, but the last thing I need is for you to decide that aligning with the Huang Family would be against Tsukune's best interests. So, what better way of keeping that sharp mind occupied other than imagining being railed, and also by allowing whatever thoughts to just cross your mind. You are still you Tsurara, but you are just as much my servant as you are Tsukune's. Do not forget that."

She moved from her, and Tsurara felt a stab of fear. She was her, but who she was had strings now. She was a puppet that was being controlled by a puppet master that had very calmly just informed her that she was a servant, a slave, and there was nothing she could do about it. She wondered if she would be allowed to return to her village afterall. Would she be allowed to see her husband, be around her grandchildren, to be more than a willing servant to warm her master's bed.

She questioned if oblivion would be preferred to this. She was alive, and for that she was thankful, but the reality was that she was never going to be free. She would forever be a servant to either Ling Ling or to Tsukune. At least with Tsukune the leash would be long enough that she could, potentially, do whatever she needed or wanted to do. But she knew that with Ling Ling she would be unable to deter Tsukune from joining the Huang family. Her body would be used to sway Tsukune's decisions.

She needed to talk about it, and she saw Ageha. The succubus was one of her oldest friends, perhaps friendly rival, that she had. Without hesitation Ageha walked toward her, and touched her shoulder. She wondered if she would be prevented from telling her, but found that her tongue was free. Ling Ling hadn't lied to her. She was still herself, but she was tempered with lust and a mind that now tended stray with any passing thought that was the mildest bit interesting. She focused herself, making her mind work against the obvious geas that Ling Ling had placed on her.

"Ageha," she said softly, "I… I am unsure if I will be able to return home."

The busty succubus looked at her friend, "Tsurara, what are you talking about?" she asked, "You're whole, you should be able to go wherever you want."

Tsurara shook her head, causing her light blue hair to come loose from the bun-like style she was wearing. She looked at her friend, and continued to focus on the line of thought she needed to. Doing so proved to be exceptionally difficult.

"Ageha, I am who I was, and I am whole, but I've been changed. I find it difficult to think strategically, and instead I find my thoughts going down any path that catches my interest. Beyond that my mind is flooded with desires for Tsukune," she lowered her head as she spoke, "Ling Ling explained that it was purposeful. I am a gift, a present for Tsukune, a puppet which he will hold the strings for."

Ageha looked at her, her eyes widening, and she then looked at the dark sorceress of the Huang Family. Her eyes narrowed and she marched over to her. It didn't matter that she was currently conversing with Chu Hua. Instead she cleared her throat and prepared herself. Ling Ling turned, gave a smile, and a slight bow. She then looked back at Chu Hua for a moment, "Excuse me dear Auntie, but I must speak with another of our group."

She turned back toward Ageha, "I take it that Tsurara has explained her situation," she said calmly, "And before you ask, yes I did place a geas on her. In truth, it is part of her resurrection. So, if you want to demand me to remove it, I can, but she will go through her death again, in all of its agonizing glory. I would much rather that not happen. I did spend a good amount of energy, and time, making her whole."

She grinned at Ageha, "Believe me when I say that the geas will not hamper her ability to return home, although, she may have to be clever in how she goes about it."

Ageha looked at her, "Why would you do this to her?" she asked, feeling horrified that Ling Ling could have done something like this so easily, "What purpose could it serve?"

Ling Ling sighed, "Honestly, I resurrected her as a personal favor for Tsukune," she said simply, "He asked me to do so, and so I had my people gain permission to obtain her corpse. Naturally I want to give her to him as a gift, and perhaps win his favor. I don't expect to be his bride, but his partner in our family, a lover and mistress will be fine. Besides, since I am dead he can live out any kinky fantasy he wishes with me, and it will never hurt me."

Ageha shook her head, looking at the dark sorceress she saw something she didn't expect. She saw a woman that was determined to achieve her goals, and was more than willing to use any and all of her abilities to do so. She had resources at her disposal beyond belief, but what was truly standing out to her was the fact that this woman had set her sight on the one that her Kurumu loved. Ling Ling's smile wasn't vicious, nor was it malicious, but instead much like herself it simply reflected a confident and intelligent woman.

"I will not stand in your daughter's way," she stated, "In fact, I wholly wish her all of the luck in the world in obtaining Tsukune's love and devotion. I know that she can bear him children. Without undoing much of what my great grandfather has done for me I cannot. I would enjoy helping with them, raising them, and teaching them the skills they will need in the future. I would welcome them into the Huang family with open arms."

Ageha stood in disbelief. There was no reason to doubt what Ling Ling had told her. It was likely the truth. She narrowed her eyes at the Jiang Shi, "My grandchildren will get to decide what they want to do with their lives."

At that Ling Ling giggled, "Of course they will," she replied gently, "I wouldn't dream of forcing them to join, but their place will be reserved. After all, I am quite certain they may enjoy visiting places outside of Japan, and we have a wonderful new home in a place where no questions are asked."