I began this plan of mine a month ago, shortly after I started to grasp my powers. At first, I thought I was just Panacea on steroids, but no, this power was far stronger. It didn't matter if it was biological, organic, or in-between; so long as it wasn't air, I could destroy and reshape them however I wanted. The only downside was that, unlike Panacea's power, I actually needed to understand biology lest I fuck up putting my arm back together. Fortunately, my time as a nurse gave me all the much-needed information I needed to put this knowledge into practice.
Taking over the Azn Bad Boys was a suicidal plan in of itself. After all, who would be crazy enough to try and kill Lung? Those I rallied to me certainly made their thoughts vocal, but they saw it my way soon enough. A little bit of rhetoric and questioning them about the reasons why they followed Lung laid the groundwork for my power structure, but it was a first-hand demonstration of my power that sealed the deal. Yusuke, the first man I recruited, suffered from cancer. He was a bitter man by nature, and took his anger out on the less fortunate.
Disassembling and reassembling him made me a worthwhile ally.
I started off small, targeting places and cargo that were written off as low-priority. Shipments of fresh bodies for the whore houses, mere side dishes and bed warmers and not primo merchandise like the larger freighters, were taken over. Stashes of drugs were burned alongside their buildings. I could easily repair the buildings afterwards. Each time, I slowly used these skills (whether they were Kai Chisaki's or my own, I did not know) to slowly sway members of the ABB over to my side. By the end of February, I even had one of his lieutenants. From there, I started to work my way up and hit Lung where it hurt. The larger freighters with a greater number of women, almost all of whom were total bombshells, were taken and released. I couldn't guarantee they'd make it back to their families, but I could at least ensure they wouldn't live for the sake of selling their bodies.
I couldn't care less about the money, but the weapons? Oh, the weapons… Guns, grenades, katanas, Kevlar vests, military-grade armaments, and everything else that could kill a man. The black market was a terrifying thing, and it was money well spent. Of course I stole it.
I carefully covered my tracks, ensuring that I did not use my powers during these thefts, and the moments I did, I made sure there were no witnesses to tell. It was only a matter of time before Lung started cracking down and trying to find me. My earliest projections was early April if I kept doing what I was doing and making sure I was as far away from Oni Lee as possible. Despite my best efforts, Lung had found me, which made me curious as to how he did.
The answer was obvious, as I soon found out. I was betrayed, but not willingly.
"He did not break until the dragon threatened to murder his son," Oni Lee told me as we waited for the major members of the ABB's remains to arrive. "Not even Lung could inspire such loyalty. He bit his tongue and died, though not before disrespecting Lung one final time."
I sighed softly and shook my head. "Besides Ming-wo, did Kun-wook have any family?"
"A niece in Chicago, I believe."
"I'll have one of the plants in the BBPD inform her, then."
Kun-wook had been one of Lung's lieutenants, a cowardly Korean by appearance, but easily one of the most driven men I've ever met up to this point. He worked himself to the bone to pay for his son's tuition, even joining with the ABB despite the dangers. Kun-wook joined me fairly late into my plans, but I repaid his loyalty by giving him some of the money we had taken from Kenta's coffers. He was the last person I expected to betray me, but his reasons for doing so were understandable.
It is a shame Ming-wo will no longer have a father. From what the man told me, his son was very bright and even managed to skip a grade. On the subject of geniuses…
"There was a rumor that Lung found a tinker," I said. "The Cornell bomber. Did he find and recruit her?"
Oni Lee shook his head, much to my disappointment. "He discovered her whereabouts, but he was unable to make contact. He would have done so after his retaliation against the Empire for today's transgressions, had you not laid him low."
Which meant I was saddled with the un-enviable task of picking up a trigger-happy bomb-toting narcissistic self-proclaimed genius attention whore. Fan-fucking-tastic.
I shelved the matter of Bakuda for another time as Amaki entered the warehouse. She still looked shell-shocked, still reeling in disbelief about what happened only a few minutes prior. She had a front-row seat to Kenta's death. The various facial expressions she made would have been hilarious were it not for the terrified screaming. Oni Lee actually had to threaten her to shut up for her to calm down some. I sincerely hope she doesn't act like this for the rest of the night. Last thing I needed was a screaming, high-strung banshee.
"They're almost here," Amaki informed me. She awkwardly glanced at the puddle—the sole remains of the dragon of Kyushu and gulped nervously. "S-so, um, boss… What's your plan anyhow? I-I mean, what do you have in mind for the ABB?"
"There will be a restructuring and re-organizing of the ranks, as well as a culling," I said. "Among the ABB's rank and file are those who took advantage of Lung's brutality and used it for their own gain. Gon's extortion racket is a good example." Akami gulped as my eyes bore into hers. "I am no fool. Even if they accept the death of their dragon, they owe me no loyalty. As such, I will give them a choice."
In the distance, I heard a series of cars approaching, motors and music blaring loudly for all to hear.
"Showtime," I muttered to myself and prepared to meet my new clan.
This is a bloodbath waiting to happen, Amaki thought to herself, glancing at her new boss. And when is all said and done, I'm next.
She was no fool. She knew that Kai Chisaki—Akuma would kill her after he completed his takeover of the ABB. She knew his real name, his face, and occupation. He told her all this himself without the slightest bit of apprehension. She read enough manga and comics to know why. He would have her take his secret to the grave with her. He would silence her to keep his identity a secret.
The question was how many corpses would be buried by the time the meeting was over. Although feared and reviled, Lung was the central unifying force behind the Azn Bad Boys. People flocked to him because of his strength, and there were many who followed him because of his brutality, even sharing in it. Some of Lung's lieutenants were just as brutal and harsh in punishment as he was. She did not know what kind of leader Akuma would be, but the idea of Lung's supporters following him at his say-so seemed outlandish.
No matter how she looked at it, somebody was going to die tonight. No, not just one or two, but a dozen at least. This warehouse would be covered in blood. On a darker uplifting note, at least Lung's supporters would follow after him. That had to mean something, right?
To Amaki's dread, zero hour arrived and over a hundred ABB members of varying Asian ethnicities entered the warehouse in a flood. Some she recognized, the most prominent being Lung's lieutenants, but the rest were unfamiliar to her. She was but a grunt after all, a mere cog better spent supporting a protection fee than duking it out with the Empire, Skidmark's druggies, or the PRT.
Almost immediately, Amaki started to hear whispers among the amassed group.
"Who's that?"
"Probably a new member."
"Fuck! The Oni's here."
"Is this about what happened earlier today?"
"Has to be."
"Maybe this guy was picked up to help out?"
The whispers began to grow louder until Akuma spoke above them in the same tone he spoke with throughout the entire time Amaki knew him. "Quiet." The chattering ceased. Amaki swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling the rapidly rising tension in the air. A few of the lieutenants started to realize the situation as well, some taking notice of the bloodstain—the fucking remains of the dragon—on the floor.
"What's this about?" Yukio Tsukaji asked nervously. "Where's Lung?"
"Lung is dead," Akuma replied. "You're looking at what's left of him."
A brief moment of silence followed his words before it shattered by incredulity. Heated questions and threats were lobbed at Akuma, many of those gathered refusing to believe his words. Amaki's heartrate spiked when she saw several members reaching for their guns and knives. Were they idiots? Did they not understand he was a cape?!
Whether to spare their lives or to cease their foolishness, Oni Lee spoke in a solemn, commanding voice and silenced their refusals. "Akuma speaks the truth. The dragon is dead." The warehouse turned as silent as a graveyard, with all those in attendance staring at him in a mixture of shock and disbelief. It was one thing for an unknown to claim Lung's death, but it was another for his longtime supporter and right-hand to back it up. "Dealt with in a single blow. The ABB no longer follows Lung. We follow the demon."
The silence returned, uneasy and dreadful. Amaki glanced at the crowd, seeing their expressions. There was still doubt, but they were muted in the face of Oni Lee's words. Others, she noted, did not share in their feelings and instead looked…vindicated? She realized it then. Among those in the crowd were his supporters, the ones who broke away from Lung and followed Akuma. She recognized a few of their faces, at least two lieutenants among them. Yusuke, a bitter man suffering from cancer, was the most recognizable for his hateful eyes and wrinkled face.
Shocking still, Akuma's faction numbered over half of those amassed. This revelation floored Amaki and looked back at her new boss in shock. Although fearful, she was now intrigued by this man. He claimed to have begun his plans only a month ago, but how was this possible? He could one man, cape or no, amass such support and cause so much trouble for Lung in so short a time? Was it charisma? Did he have the help of another cape who remained anonymous? More and more questions began to appear, and with each one, Amaki became enraptured.
"Bullshit!"
Her reverie broke when a moronic fool in every sense of the word marched up to Akuma, gun in hand. His friends attempted to stop him, but to no avail. Oni Lee made no attempt to halt him and merely watched this act of insubordination take place.
"I don't care if it's the Oni saying this! You really expect us to believe some no-named fuck killed the dragon?! Killed Lung with a single hit?!"
Akuma looked the dead man in the eye. "You think I'm lying?"
"I think you're full of shit! There's no way Lung would have lost! The Protectorate and even Leviathan couldn't kill him! This is a trick! You're a deceiver!"
"Hatori, the fuck're you doin'?!" One of the more level-headed ABB members screamed at now-named corpse in a mixture of fear and anger. "Put the gun down!"
"I won't believe it! There's no way Lung would ever lose! Especially not to some pansy-ass looking motherfucker!"
He's dead, Amaki thought to herself. Akuma will make an example of him. A stepping stone to establish his rule. When they see his corpse, or whatever's left, they'll believe it then.
She and many others watched on baited breath, wondering what would happen. Seconds dragged on like hours, the anticipation unbearable. Hatori glared scornfully at Akuma while the latter stared back dispassionately. Finally, the demon spoke.
"…are you familiar with Panacea?"
Hatori stilled, frowning in confusion. "What?"
"I said," Akuma repeated. "Are you familiar with Panacea?"
"The fuck does she gotta do w—"
Like a viper striking at its prey, Akuma's hand lashed out and grabbed Hatori's hand. Amaki expected to see another human being pop like a balloon and watch the blood go flying. She half-expected Akuma to pull the hand holding the gun away. Instead, Hatori screamed in pain as Akuma let go of his hand. The corpse stumbled back, clutching his…
"Kami…" Amaki wasn't sure if it was her or someone else who said that, but the reaction was not unwarranted.
Hatori was on his ass, clutching the deformed lump of flesh and metal that used to be his left hand. It was not that Akuma crushed his hand, but rather deformed the flesh and left it a disgusting blob mixed with what she assumed was the gun and his bones. Ivory thorns, perhaps the bones of his fingers, stuck out like sore thumbs. The man's face was tear-stricken, still screaming and staring at what became of his hand in horror. It was a lasting impression, but what came afterwards was what solidified the demon's kingship.
Akuma walked up to the downed Hatori, and before the man could pull away out of fear, he grabbed the misshapen lump. This time, Amaki could see what was happening and felt her stomach flip, contents climbing up her throat. Flesh, sinews of muscle, cartiledge, veins, and bones unraveled like strings. The only thing left was the lump of compressed, twisted metal that Akuma dragged out of Hatori. As his hand receded, the flesh blob was remade and returned to its original shape. Hatori once again had his hand, but if the look of agonizing pain was any indication, he was in worse pain than before.
The boss dropped the altered remains of Hatori's gun at his feet, glaring down at his critic's hunched over form like the Yama judging the damned before he settled his gaze on his subjects. He looked each of them dead in the eye, challenging them to defy him as Hatori did. So that he may make an example out of them as well.
"Please," Akuma said kindly. "Speak freely."
None of them did.
The Azn Bad Boys bowed before their new sovereign, the demon who slew the dragon.
The meeting went better than I could have hoped. I expected it to end badly for everyone involved, turning a few into mulch, but aside from what happened with Hatori, the rest fell in-line quickly. I knew better than to expect total obedience, of course. One act of cruelty and a veiled threat wouldn't make them loyal to me. Kenta would still have his followers, those that would disagree with my plans for this organization. I already had a few ideas on how to deal with them, but outright getting rid of them would be counter-productive. I asked Oni Lee to give me as much information as he knew about certain individuals, and to my chagrin, some of Kenta's followers weren't the sort of people I could replace easily.
At any rate, when the meeting was over and done with and my intentions made clear, myself and two others relocated to a small building owned by the ABB. Well, I guess now it belonged to me, but eh, semantics.
"Lung often used this to oversee various operations across the city," Oni Lee said as he handed me a series of documents and folders. "He made numerous contracts and deals with those in power in the mainland."
I raised an eyebrow at that. "I thought the Emperor forbid any and all contact with the rest of the world after he took power?"
"Allies from Kyushu, those who owed favors to the dragon and the like."
I hummed in understanding before looking at the piles of information in front of me. Looks like I won't be getting much sleep tonight as well, if any at all. "Is this really everything?"
"Yes."
"Including small-scale operations such as protection fees and extortion rings?" At that, Oni Lee paused. I sighed. "If there are, please get me those documents as well. I want to know everything the ABB used to be up to, even stuff Kenta couldn't be bothered with."
The teleporter bowed. "Understood, Akuma-sama."
"Another thing—none of that –sama shit. If you're that big into honorifics, use –san or simply Akuma."
"…very well, Akuma-san."
"…y?"
I turned towards Amaki, who I asked to come with me to the office. She had been silent throughout the meeting, merely a passive observer. Her head was lowered, and her long hair prevented me from seeing her expression.
"Something the matter?" I asked.
Amaki raised her head. For some reason, her face was tight, her shoulders were trembling, and she was on the verge of tears. "Why haven't you done it yet?!" she hissed. "Just-just get it over with already!"
What is she… Ah, I see the problem here. I had completely forgotten about it in all the excitement. She knew who I was beneath this mask, just like Oni Lee. She even knew my occupation as a nurse. As such, she was a potential liability and threat to me. As such, Amaki fully expected to die at my hand so as to cover any loose ends and protect my identity. I can understand the reasons, but good grief, who does she think I am? Diavolo?
I huffed and started digging through the documents. Let's see, where is it, I caught a glimpse of it when Oni Lee dumped it on the table. It should be here some—aha, here it is.
I took out the documents and held them out to Amaki, who stared at it in confusion. "Here. You're in charge of this."
"…eh?"
"Don't 'eh' me," I glared. "I'm giving you a job. Gon said you were very good with money, therefore I'm putting you in charge of maintaining our financial records. In short, you'll report any and all unusual activity regarding our finances. If we're making too much or too little, you come straight to me. Understand?"
She clearly didn't. Amaki just stared at the papers in bewilderment, gaping like a fish out of water. "Wh-what is—I don't—this doesn't…"
"Are you questioning my orders, Amaki?"
That got her to snap out of her stupor, hastily snatching the papers out of my hand. "I-I'll get to work right away!"
"Good. Don't disappoint me, Amaki. Good help is very hard to find, and I'd rather not waste it."
The next few days were a whirlwind for me. Let it never be said that a hostile takeover got easier after you usurped control of an entire organization. If anything, it got harder since not everyone got the memo. A third of what was left of the ABB knew the truth and the higher-ranking members passed the word down along the totem pole, but of course there were a couple of asshats and dipshits who didn't get the memo. I didn't kill those idiots, but what I did do was tell everyone and their mother that their asses were up for grabs. Getting their personal information and uploading it to the net was easy. I'm sure the Empire would be happy to string up a couple of assholes.
Of course, uploading their personal info meant that their families and loved ones would also be put into the line of fire. Did I care?
…no, not really. I just didn't see the point. If you joined with a gang, you should know the consequences. And to be perfectly frank, I just couldn't bring myself to care about whoever got put into the line of fire. Why should I care about people I don't know? Was it cold of me to think that way? Maybe. But I was never a good person to begin with. Since the moment I figured out I had powers, I knew there wasn't a chance in hell of me becoming a hero, vigilante or otherwise.
Heroes to have give it their all to protect other people, sacrificing their bodies, civilian lives, and leave the people most precious to them behind. They should never expect any thanks, only expectance from others. Eventually, people will feel entitled to be saved, if they haven't already. When the heroes arrive late or fail to stop the villains, the public that once adored them will be quick to accuse and lambast them. People were fickle and ever changing, and the job of a hero was one of self-sacrifice. Who in their right mind would ever want that?
I don't understand it, and to be honest, I don't want to understand it. Just as I don't want anything to do with Taylor Hebert so long as I can help it. Speaking of bug girl, I wondered how this was going to affect things. When I first met Amaki, she said the Ruby Dreams was robbed, which meant the Undersiders already performed the bank heist that would have sent Lung after their asses in a few days. That encounter would have lead Taylor Hebert into their ranks. Now that Lung was gone, what was in store for that girl? Would she join the Wards, willingly or not? Would she still become a villain?
Ah, oh well, problems for another day. For now, I needed to focus on more important matters, such as getting everything in order.
The car pulled to a stop. The owner of the whore house in front of me opened the passenger-side door and bowed his head, sweat dripping from his face like a waterfall. My skin crawled just watching the droplets splatter to the floor. How the hell was he able to stuff all that fat into his clothes without it ripping?
"W-welcome, Akuma-sama! We've been expecting you!"
"Hn," I gave my best 'Uchiha' grunt and exited the vehicle, though not before looking back at my chauffeur. "Keep the engine warm. This won't take long."
The owner, Wakabe, led me inside. As far as whore houses went, it was rather ritzy. The air smelled of perfume and sex, the former sweet while the latter made me realize how long it'd been since I last touched a weapon. Next day off, I am definitely getting laid. It didn't help that some of the girls were dressed in clothes that'd get them arrested or thrown in the back of a car in seconds. As expected, not all of them looked happy. Some were broken, the lights gone from their eyes, others just resigned themselves and went on to endure whatever life threw at them.
As we walked, I passed by one girl, who stopped briefly and stared in a mix of fear and curiosity. She couldn't be any older than fourteen and was sporting an angry black bruise.
I frowned seeing this, then shook my head. Wakabe ushered me inside the backroom and quickly pulled out a chair for me and offered a cigarette. I waved a hand in dismissal and took a seat while he remained standing.
"If I'm being honest, I-I didn't really believe the rumors," Wakabe admitted nervously. "Many came to kill Lung in the past, b-b-but none succeeded."
"Hard to kill a man who gets more dangerous the longer he fights," I snarked. "And I'm not here to talk about Lung. I'm here to talk to you. You understand what this is about, right? Amaki talked to you about it over the phone."
The fat man swallowed, his neck-rolls bouncing slightly. Ugh, I could feel my skin ripple in disgust at the sight of it. "Y-yes, about that…"
Looks like we're going three for three. Fun.
"Just so you're aware," I said. "I've already spoken with at least twelve different managers this past week, and out of the twelve, two decided to take a well-needed vacation to someplace far, far away." The threat hung in the air, slowly closing in on Wakabe who stilled and took a step back fearfully. I looked him in the eye, all but daring him to run. "In case it hasn't gotten through to your thick head, Wakabe, I'm not asking. It's an order. Or are you telling me you're incapable of following such a simple task?"
"No! Wait! It's not that, I swear!" Wakabe turned ten different shades of pale and looked on the verge of tears. "I-it's just, the sales projections! A-and some of the girls, they're—"
"The sales projections are no longer your concern. I gave you all set instructions and a quota that can easily be reached unless you somehow manage to fuck it up. Besides, girls in Brockton Bay are a dime a dozen. There's at least one or two who're willing to put out if it means they get to have food on the table." I stood up. "Gather all your girls in the main lobby, and I do mean all of them. If I see one or two missing, I'll consider that your resignation, understand?"
Wakabe could only whimper and sob as he scrambled out the backroom like the Siberian himself was on his heels.
I couldn't tell how many girls there were. At best, there had to be three or four dozen, a fair amount looked like they wanted to be anyplace but here. I would imagine they expect to hear some bad news, but not today. Today was their lucky day.
"You don't know me," I began smoothly. "And I don't know any of you. To be honest, I couldn't care to. All you need to know is that Lung's organization is undergoing some changes, some of which will be affecting you lot as well."
One of the older looking girls, dark-brown hair in a braid and ruby eyes, stepped up. "What kind of changes? More hours?"
"Lay-offs." At this, every one of them went stiff. "Of course, whether you want to leave is entirely up to you. I would imagine there's a fair amount of you girls who ended up going to the wrong place of town, caught the eye of some ABB shmucks, and got dragged here, right?" No one said anything, but their faces and eyes spoke in their place. "In that case, today is your lucky day. Those who don't want to stay in this place any longer, you're free to go. Those that do for one reason or another will receive a generous bonus for the forseeable future, as well as better working conditions."
I paused and gauged their reactions. There were some hopefuls, but not a whole lot. Others were cynical and wary, like this was too good to be true. In a way, it was. I was essentially offering them freedom with no strings attached.
I continued. "However, let me be very clear on this. This offer isn't open forever. In fact, this is a one-time deal. After this, there won't be any unless you're willing to present a good argument or reason to the new management. What will it be, ladies? Continue selling your bodies for whatever reason, or go back to whoever's waiting for you?"
Seconds went by. I counted each one as it ticked by. I kept staring at them, making it very clear to these girls that the window was getting shorter and shorter. I was half-tempted to do the whole 'going once, going twice' bit, but a young voice from the back of the crowd of scantily-clad women caused them to part like the red sea.
"…ou serious?" It was the girl I passed by earier, the one with the bruise on her cheek. "This… This isn't some cruel joke?"
"What's your name?"
"M-Mimi…"
I exhaled and pulled myself off the dingy couch, walking toward Mimi. Some of the girls in the crowd moved to protect the youngling, but a sharp glare from Wakabe halted them in their tracks. As scared as she was, Mimi didn't retreat. I stopped until I was right in front of her, pulling out my cellphone from my back pocket and holding it out for her to take. She stared at it with large eyes, then she looked back up at me.
"You get one phone call. Make it count."
My business at the last of the whore houses was concluded. Wakabe wasn't happy to hear that about 30% of his girls left, but there wasn't much he could do. My orders were absolute and he had no choice but to follow them down to the letter. He saw me off with a grimace, even a hint of resentment and anger, at least up until I gave him a parting glare that promised pain if he didn't get his act together. The car pulled away, driving off back towards the ABB's main office.
The driver, none other than Oni Lee without his mask, looked at me curiously. "I fail to see the point of all this, Akuma-san," he said. "Getting rid of the extortion rackets, changing how the protection fees operate… It is different than how Lung operated. He did not care what happened so long as it brought him revinue."
"And also unwanted attention," I rebuked with a huff. "Lung ruled with fear. I intend to rule with respect. I want honest, hard-working, willing girls that'll do whatever they have to if they want to rake in the cash. I don't want people ratting us out just because they think we'll attack them for no reason. The extortion rackets did nothing but bring hostility to us, and that's bad for business. The so-called protection fees were nothing but glorified shakedowns that ruined good businesses, some of which certain areas depended on. And as for drugs…" I shook my head and grimaced. "That shit-stain calling itself Skidmark's got that angle covered, I think."
Oni Lee hummed. "I see… It is strange. The way you are changing the ABB. It feels as though…"
"As though it were a proper yakuza?" Oni Lee's eyes lit up, as if realization was dawning on him and nodded. I chuckled. "That's the plan. They were old school, but the yakuza demanded honor and respect. It's not too different from how Marquis used to run Brockton Bay before New Wave came knocking."
"I see… You are quite ambitious, following in his footsteps. I do not think Carol Dallon will appreciate you emulating him. She has made her opinions of Marquis very clear."
"Oh, I'm well aware."
"…Akuma-san," Oni Lee said suddenly. "If I may ask, what will you mold the ABB into? You said it died with Lung. Who are we to be now?"
The answer came almost immediately and without much thought. The second the words left my lips, I felt a jolt run down my spine and my brain kicking into high gear. Suddenly, vague memories became sharp and crisp.
I wanted to laugh in hysteria, finally realizing just who I was inhabiting.
"The Azn Bad Boys died with Kenta. From here on out, we'll carve the name Shie Hassaikai into the hearts of every single person in Brockton Bay."
On the next chapter, recruiting a mad bomber! I'm sure nothing bad will happen. Absolutely nothing at all!
...unless a certain bug girl gets involved.
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