Minami-Aoyama, Tokyo. An affluent area of the city known for its high-end shopping, dining, and residential areas. Around here, expect to spend big inside just about any business located in the neighborhood. As Tokyo is known for its clean streets and neighborhoods, Minami-Aoyama definitely spends its money well in maintenance due to the way the old and fresh snow sit perfectly manicured on the sidewalks and open fields.
Kiyoni loved this area of town. Who wouldn't? Some of the most expensive items in her possession came from this area. However, Kiyoni didn't come here to shop. Valentine's Day is a few weeks away and far as birthdays go, they're not happening for at least a month after the holiday. There will be no need to shop at all. That's what Kiyoni was trying to tell herself as she looked through the windows of some clothing stores. Spring is going to be so lit in the coming months in terms of fashion and Tokyo is known for fashion. Case in point, there was a plaid jacket and skirt set Kiyoni absolutely knew she would kill in and it came in red, yellow, and pink plaid. Why oh why could she not shop today? The reason was her mission; find Aiko and...kick. Her. Ass.
Since Aiko makes gold digging an artform and a part of her personality, Kiyoni scoured through all of the high-end, luxury apartments in search of her target. A couple of buildings were difficult to enter due to her non-residential status and others didn't even know if Aiko was a resident or that she existed. It's frustrating looking for a blonde, big-breasted bimbo during the winter.
She's gotta be at one of these damn apartments!
Village Minamiaoyama. Jackpot. A 13-story condominium building built in 1997 and catered to the big spenders of the country with rates that run in the hundreds of millions in yen. Just about every floor has a balcony whether it's on the front of the building or the side but the side balconies leave much to be desired as they provide no descriptive views whatsoever due to a neighboring building. The recent snow showers have left little on the building's small campus which was good for anyone trying to shovel. The glass doors of the building were decorated with thin, cross-patterned metal to prevent anyone from breaking in. Kiyoni walked through just fine.
"Good afternoon," greeted the building's doorman.
"Hello," Kiyoni pulled out her phone and showed him a picture, "I'm looking for this woman. Have you seen her by chance?"
"Oh, yeah. She comes here very often."
"So she lives here?"
"Yes. You can say that. May I ask who's looking for her?"
"What unit is she in? Do you know who she lives with?"
"Off-hand...I think his name is Butajiri."
Butajiri?! "What unit is he in?"
"Miss, may I ask who you are? I can call them down for you."
"Ikeda Kiyoni. Don't call them. Just tell me what apartment they're in. I'm a coworker of the woman."
"Okay," the doorman checked his record, "Eh...1312."
"Got it. Thank you," Kiyoni headed for the elevators.
"Wait! Miss! Miss, I-" the doors were already closed by the time the doorman could reach Kiyoni.
Apartment 1312. Top floor. Fitting for a billionaire. On the way up, Kiyoni sent out a text to Shuuichi:
"How are you holding up?"
"Fine. I'm inside freshening up for the day."
"Oh good!"
"How are you?"
"Taking it easy?"
"No and you know why"
"There you go assuming again."
"Kiyoni, I have no idea."
"okay I'm going to kick Aiko's ass."
"Kiyoni, don't."
"Remember your divine laws."
"I am remembering them!"
"I have just cause to be angry"
"You and what Aiko did to you are my just cause"
"Kiyoni…"
" 😒"
"Don't 'Kiyoni' me like I'm some child"
"She's not getting away with it"
"And that's on Ra"
" 😤 okay Kiyoni"
"Just be careful"
"Get a couple of licks in for me"
"😁damn right I will!"
"Just for you 😙"
The doors opened, revealing the top floor. Bright white painted walls, flower pots with snake plants here and there, light gray carpeting with navy blue trim, and white doors with gold trimming. It even smelled clean with a hint of cigarette smoke here and there.
Kiyoni walked down the hall, counting, "1308...1310...1312. There it is."
She banged on the door harder than the police during a drug bust, "Aiko! Aiko, open up! You know who it is! Open up!"
A neighbor stepped out of her apartment and went full-on Karen on the visitor, "Excuse me! Could you keep it down? This isn't the ghetto, you know."
Kiyoni looked at the woman up and down and mocked "Karen's" accent, "Sorry. I didn't realize I was so ghetto. Perhaps if I had a spot of tea and crumpets, then maybe I can have the same size stick up my ass as the one I'll put up yours if you don't mind your damn business, Karen!"
"Karen" retreated inside. Today was not a good day to start any trouble. A moment later, Aiko answered the door.
She was wearing her red robe and had a freshly-lit cigarette in hand, "Hm. You found me. I guess I'm it, huh?"
"We need to talk, Aiko."
"Ugh. I am so sick of talking to you. What the hell do you want me to do? Get on my knees and beg for forgiveness?"
"Wouldn't be the first time."
"You can forget it. The two of you can have each other for all I care. It's obvious where your relationship with him is going at this point," Aiko moved to close the door, "Give my regards to Tai when you see him in Hell."
"You little-" Kiyoni kicked both the door and Aiko down with the strength of all the gods she can think of.
Aiko slid two feet across the hardwood floor of the condo, narrowly avoiding a shelf table that sat behind the couch, "Ahh. What the-? Bitch, what the fuck?! Do you know how much that door cost? Who do you think is gonna pay for that?"
"Shut the fuck up, you fake ass blonde bitch," Kiyoni entered, "We all know that door ain't shit to his pockets. I'm more concerned about the hands you're gonna catch in about a few seconds."
"Haha. You? Wanna fight me? You don't have it in you. It goes against your bullshit beliefs, doesn't it," Aiko stood up and collected herself at this point.
"And that's where you're wrong," Kiyoni removed her coat and dropped it on the floor.
She didn't give herself time to find a new outfit to wear so she simply wore the one from the night before. A large, white T-shirt that was tied like a crop top in front accompanied by a multicolored suspender jumpsuit that defined the shape of her bum and was flexible enough for the fight she was about to get into.
As far as beliefs go, Kiyoni has heard of fellow succubi and other sex workers having the misfortune of becoming assault victims and felt bad for them. Especially when those cases went unpunished. Yes, the #metoo movement existed in Japan and yes it was a push mainly driven by women but it wasn't as strong as in the west. Given that Shuuichi was a man and that he could've been one of those victims, Kiyoni felt like it was imperative to defend the deacon's honor. It's even better that Kiyoni would get to do so on her own and on her terms. No one, regardless of any status or identity, should be a victim of such a disgusting, disgraceful, demoralizing act. Kiyoni was going to prove that today.
"Excuse me," Aiko questioned.
"You see...my mother spent a considerable amount of time in the military. Taught me a few things. Tai learned some things from her as well and that's how he was able to save my life that night."
"And what does that have to do with me?"
Kiyoni tied her two fore braids into her two braided buns, cracked her neck and knuckles, and pulled out her trusted switch knife, "That means...that even though I was born and raised here in Japan, I'm more than capable of star-spangled BANGING your ass for fucking with Shuuichi!"
Aiko removed her robe, revealing her bra and panty set outfit, "Fine. If it's a fight you want, don't cry when it's your ass who gets ki-"
Without warning, Aiko is sent flying over the couch due to Kiyoni's quick legs.
"I wonder if those tits of yours are real," Kiyoni teased, "I'll be glad to see for myself."
With Aiko still on the floor, Kiyoni took the opportunity to introduce her feet to Aiko's defenseless body with a flurry of kicks. Aiko retaliates with a shot towards Kiyoni's abdomen and a double-fisted uppercut to the jaw.
"Don't think that I'm that weak," Aiko claimed, "I make free time for myself to learn some self defense as well. My instructor, Master Urameshi, says I'm a natural."
"Bitch, was that a reference to your fighting skills or your chest?"
Kiyoni grabbed a porcelain vase and hurled it Aiko's way. Aiko avoided the object and lunged for Kiyoni. Kiyoni jumps out of the way and hoped Aiko would crash through the window but the latter part never happened. In a good position, Kiyoni puts her knife to use only for it to be blocked by Aiko. Aiko twisted Kiyoni's arm causing the weapon to fall out of Kiyoni's hand in a test of might.
"Ahhh," Kiyoni screamed in pain.
"Damn! Not only are you weak in the sex game but weak in terms of fighting? Just what the hell do you have going for you," Aiko kicked Kiyoni in the stomach and slapped her across the room with the back of her hand, forcing her opponent to lose her weapon.
The fight had entered the dining area from there where a crystal glass table was surrounded by plush, armless chairs and accompanied by porcelain and glass tableware.
"Star-spangled bang my ass, huh," Aiko taunted, "That's what you said, right? Too bad I'm not seeing too many stars right about now. You, however, must be seeing plenty of them. News flash, Kiyoni. You're not in America with your military mommy. You're in Japan. The land of the rising sun. Where tradition and collectivism are life. So tell me. How does it feel to get an ass whooping the size of Mount Fuji?"
Kiyoni hunched over as she collected her breath. That blow to the stomach really took her breath away and that slap caused her lip to bleed. That was it. Kiyoni knew she couldn't hold it in anymore. There was no doubt that Kiyoni had just enough cause to open that can of whoop ass.
"Screw you…" Kiyoni stood, "BITCH-ASS HOE!"
Kiyoni swung for Aiko with a couple of hooks but was blocked. Aiko returned with a right jab but Kiyoni dodged that and came through with a right cross to the mouth. Seizing the opportunity, Kiyoni connected with a left hook and a front kick to the chest, knocking Aiko down. Aiko quickly got back on her feet and proceeded to tackle Kiyoni towards whatever wall she could find which was near the kitchen. Using her shoulder, Aiko gave Kiyoni a few more gut checks to weaken her core again. Unfortunately for Aiko, she wasn't going to deal with the "Ikeda" side of Kiyoni. Aiko was going to deal with the "Johnson" side, the maiden name of Kiyoni's mother.
Kiyoni's counter attack involved a few elbow shots to Aiko's spinal area, loosening Aiko's hold. Kiyoni then proceeded to introduce Aiko to her right knee a couple of times but couldn't connect from there the way she wanted to so some uppercuts will do. Now both women had bleeding lips.
"Ahhhhhhh," Aiko reached for Kiyoni's throat and Kiyoni slammed her fist down as hard as she could towards Aiko's head to knock her off.
Kiyoni had to get the upper hand somehow so she went for Aiko's throat. For a while both women gave it their all trying to come out on top, throwing themselves between the dining room and kitchen areas of the condo. In her peripheral vision, Kiyoni noticed the glass table and developed an idea. The Ikeda siblings used to watch professional wrestling from both Japan and America growing up, giving their mother the incentive to teach her children how to fight and defend themselves. It was time to execute what Kiyoni learned. Another kick to the gut, Kiyoni wrapped an arm around the back of Aiko's head with one hand and grabbed her panties with the other. Finding some stable footing, Kiyoni hoisted Aiko in the air and with all her might, slammed Aiko directly into the table, leaving it in shambles. That took a lot out of Kiyoni as evident by her falling back on some of the shattered glass cutting her hands. Suplex masters such as Brock Lesnar and Batista, would be so proud.
Aiko rolled over the floor with her hand on her lower back in considerable pain. She landed directly on the X-styled support post that held the glass of the table. Kiyoni wasted no time. She got back up and literally kicked Aiko again while she was down in the back, chest, and abdomen. It almost got to the point where Kiyoni was doing a military march on Aiko. Aiko huffed and coughed up blood by the time Kiyoni's anger dissipated. Kiyoni stepped around Aiko to check on her work.
"Would you look at that," Kiyoni stated while catching her breath, "Someone is wearing red and bleeding, has close to white skin, and is black and blue all over. Yeah. A star-spangled ass whooping, alright. In the words of the first mixed-race, American president, Barack Obama, 'Let me be clear.' If I ever catch your big-tiddied, wannabe rapey ass fucking around with my Shuuichi like that again, not only will I be glad to stick my foot in your ass, but I will personally see to it that your ass never works in this town again and that's on my brother. Minamino Shuuichi is my man and we will do whatever the hell we want without any interference from the likes of you so stay the fuck out of it! Got it?!"
Aiko coughed a couple of times as a response. Kiyoni replied with one last kick to the stomach and some bloody spit to Aiko's face. She then grabbed her knife and coat and walked out of that condo feeling victorious while Aiko laid on the floor in the fetal position. Once the adrenaline died down, Kiyoni felt the pain brought on by the fight including the few pieces of glass that were lodged in her hands. She managed to pull them out leaving some areas to bleed. Didn't stop her from reaching out to Shuuichi via Facetime.
"Kiyoni! Oh, my god," he noticed, "What happened? Are you alright?!"
Kiyoni simply smirked while riding the elevator. Her lips were partially swollen and bleeding and she had a small cut near her nose but next to her hands, that was the worst of her injuries.
"I'm fine, Suu'chi. I might go to the hospital but I'm okay."
"Kiyoni…" Shuuichi facepalmed himself, "I just…"
"Suu'chi, I told you I was going to go through with it. I don't know why this is so shocking to you."
"Kiyoni, I'm not surprised. Far from it. It doesn't matter how I feel at the moment. How do you feel?"
"Vindicated. It's been a long time coming just...that was the final straw for me. I...I can't do that anymore. I can't be in that environment anymore. It's too toxic."
"So what's your next move?"
"Going to school. I'm going to follow through with my dreams of working in physical therapy. It's a stable move. Now that I'm truly overcoming the past, conquering the future is the next step. I also…" Kiyoni began to cry, "I also want… to reconnect with my parents. My dad, especially. I love my dad and I miss him just as much as I miss my mom. I also...shit…"
"Kiyoni, it's okay. You can talk to me."
Kiyoni wiped away her tears, unintentionally showing off her bloody hand, "I can't say it. Not like this. I need to see you."
"That's just fine. I'll be here. You can, at least, get yourself patched up here."
"Thank you," Kiyoni sniffled, "I'll be on my way."
Shuuichi ended the call and laid back on his bed. Hearing how Kiyoni handled her problems gave him the incentive to handle his own. Though, Shuuichi hoped it wouldn't resolve to violence the way it did for Kiyoni.
"Miss," the doorman called as Kiyoni exited the elevator, "Miss, please–"
"Save it," she says, "I got what I came for."
Upon stepping outside, Kiyoni inhales the most refreshing air she has ever had. In her mind, it's over, it's done. She has had enough of Aphrodisia. The idea that an entire establishment conspired against her just to take advantage of an innocent man crossed the line. It wasn't fair that a bunch of sex demons praised one incubus only to tolerate his succubus sister and it only meant that Kiyoni wasn't meant to be there. She cannot be in an environment like that. No one should. As she made her way to the train, Kiyoni stopped by a drug store to pick up a face mask to cover her minimal facial injuries. Another reason to leave that club. She's endured one too many hits to the face.
Ma'at, I pray for justice. May Aphrodisia get what's coming to it. That goes double for Risho and Aiko with their bitch asses.
Hathor, I pray for love and tolerance. Shuuichi is…so virtuous and mature. I need that in my life. I want that in my life. Help me open up my heart for him. …Even if it is filled with lust and a damaged past.
As the trains take Kiyoni to where she wants to go, all Kiyoni could do was imagine her future with Shuuichi. The dates, the get-togethers, the times spent in a church she's not really comfortable with, and of course the sex. Oh, the sex. Kiyoni focused on those thoughts the most. Oh, to do so in Shuuichi's sanctuary… Shuuichi was thirsty for Kiyoni when she wore a bikini in front of him and she knew it. Not only that but it was something about the way Shuuichi looked at her…he looked so cute and interested. He wasn't as virginal as many would believe. He knew what he liked and Kiyoni wanted to know all about it. If she played her cards right, it's likely she will.
Then there was Kurama lingering in the background. Would he get in the way of Kiyoni shooting her shot? Would he shoot another shot at her? What about the merge between Kurama and Shuuichi? It would be interesting to bring out that inner fox, that inner beast. For now, Kiyoni dismissed those questions in favor of her fantasies. They were much more fun to think about anyway.