The Model

Chapter One: Hors d'oeuvres

For Spawn, who got me back into this story.

Author's Note: This chapter and every chapter from here on out contains some disturbing scenes. Reader Discretion is advised.

One year Later

"That panel was so big! I am surprised it even surpassed a big man like me!" Black Star said as he walked out of the panel room and onto the dealer's floor. Maka sighed. A year had gone by, no sign of her attacker and no help from the Columbus Police. Originally she didn't want to come back, her dreams still tinged with images of that night, but Soul said it would be great therapy and her shrink concurred. Maka felt alone here, afraid, Soul could see it in how she relaxed her shoulders and looked down at the floor.

"It'll be all right Maka. Nothing will harm you as long as I'm around." Soul said placing a hand on her shoulder. Maka cringed and Soul quickly moved his hand off. Even the slightest touch by him made her nervous, a side effect of the rape, the med's were supposed to take the edge off. Immediately she became wary of her surroundings sticking close to Soul as Black Star moved around from table to table and Kid popped an Adavan to make him not realize the asymmetrical nature of the tables. As the two lovers reached Black Star he was admiring a computer game on the table in front of him.

"Cool, this is that game Amazon banned." Black Star said holding up a copy of the game "Rapelay" to the horror of Tsubaki.

"Black Star I don't think this is the kind of game you should be buying now." Tsubaki said. Patty looked at it, puzzled.

"Is it like Mario Brothers?" She asked. Tsubaki cringed knowing Patty's ill attempt at information gathering was going to lead to trouble.

"A big man like me doesn't play Mario," Black Star said, "In this game you rape girls and get them pregnant!" Maka's eyes welled up with tears. She let out a small shriek of pain and ran away. Soul looked at Black Star, his red eyes flaming with rage.

"You son of a fucking bitch, do you even know what this convention means to Maka?" He shouted, Black Star flipped him the bird and moved on. Soul chased after him. "I'm talking to you, asshole! Where do you get off on saying shit like that?" Black Star turned to Soul.

"It's been a year Soul. No suspects, no leads, not even a god damn word out of Maka. You want to know what I think Soul; I think she made it all up! It's all bullshit and the sooner you realize that the better. Now if you excuse me," Black Star could not finish before Soul slugged him in the mouth. Blood gushed from the fighter's nose. Black Star pounced on Soul and clasped his hands on the scythe's throat. Guards rushed to separate the two. Soul got up, and walked away while Black Star was taken to get his nose plugged. A guard was shouting for him to come back, but that's not what cool guys do. Cool guys comfort their girlfriends and right now Maka needed some comfort.

Sitting with her knees to her chest in a small area on the fringe of the dealer's room Maka thought back to that day. "Never should have came back, this was a bad, bad, bad idea." Maka said to herself. It was then she saw the shadow of a fanboy standing over her. The young man had to be in his early 20's with brown hair cut short, and glasses. His face had a bit of chubbiness to it but she assumed the man had lost some weight in his time. He was wearing a shirt with the words "Who watches the watchmen" on it in scrawled, bright yellow script.

"Miss Albarn?" The man said his voice a mixture of Midwest curtness and West Virginia drawl. "My friend and I were walking the floor and we saw this, I don't know what sicko would write this stuff, but I think maybe a lawsuit is in order. My friend Mark is in the men's room right now heaving his guts cause of this thing." The man said and sat the Doujinshi on her knees. Maka looked at the title, "Soul Breaker" and straightened her legs. Thumbing through it she felt the flashes of memory become one cohesive picture. The syringe was the first thing to appear, and then the rape itself played in slow motion. It wasn't Al Capone or his goons either it was one man, a man with Black hair and a medium build. She could hear her screams echoing across the floor, remembered calling the man a lolicon. Then she remembered escaping out the basement window and racing through the wooded area behind the house until she reached the road and her savior in the Ford. She remembered it, remembered it all. Maka curled into a fetal position and began to weep. People stared, confused, worried, and frightened. Soul made his way through the crowd.

"Maka, Maka what's wrong?" he said, Maka looked at him and picked up pointed to the doujinshi.

"I remember now. Dear god I remember." She said and passed out.

Detective Umbridge sat in the hospital room holding the doujinshi and looking at Soul and Maka. "You're telling me, that the author of this thing raped you. Do you have proof?" he said. Maka looked at him.

"I have my memories, isn't that enough?" She said as Umbridge sighed.

"Look Ms. Albarn the fact of the matter is we are in the United States, not Japan. Here we have something, I don't know if you have it over there, called probable cause. I cannot nor will not take a DNA sample from a man on the basis of some little art project. Now if you can give me some details on the man, or maybe some kind of idea of where he lives other than in a neighborhood near the woods, then we can talk. Otherwise the D.A is going to throw this case out like yesterdays trash." he said. Soul Growled.

"Damn it you have her statement, you have the author's name, arrest the bastard!" Soul said. Umbridge stood up and set the Doujinshi on the end table near the bed.

"If all I have to go on is her word and a comic book, then I have a shitty case. I have a spotless record here, 21 arrests, and 21 convictions. I need something stronger, sorry." He said and left the room.

Soul wanted to kill the detective and as he drove the rented ford focus to the hotel he thought of ways to do it, and the taste of his soul.

Hilton Hotel room 728 sometime around 8 P.M.

"Are you sure you don't want to go out with us?" Soul said as he put on his jacket and adjusted his headband. Maka nodded.

"I need to rest, I'll go to the after party tomorrow with the Haruhi Suzumiya cast, have fun." Maka said as Soul gave her one of his trademark grins and kissed her on the lips. As Soul shut the door she flipped open her laptop and went to the internet yellow pages. Typing in the author's name she got a direct hit. The name was Kuzco Maya and his house was about near Gahanna. Putting on her long coat and tying her hair into two cute pigtails she planned her revenge.

The Maya House was a two story Colonial affair, in a tree lined street which was not uncommon for Ohio. She could see his car parked in the driveway, an Oldsmobile. The plum color was almost black in the fading winter sunlight. Sighing, Maka walked from her parking spot across the street, near a vacant home. She was thankful the garage on the house had a pull up door and was not mechanical, allowing her to slide her car in it as to not arouse suspicion. Now standing on the stoop she felt brave, almost as if she was a female Black Star, ready to proclaim her might. She knocked, her small fist making the "Shave and A Haircut" sound on the oak door. The owner answered immediately. He was wearing a Ohio State University sweatshirt and a pair of Cleveland Cavaliers sleeper pants with LeBron's former jersey number on them. His hair was the same shoulder length cut as she remembered, his face still boyish, giving him the inconspicuous air of being a good citizen.

"May I," he paused "oh my god it's you!" Kuzco said as Maka smiled her hands behind her back.

"Can I come in?" She said as Kuzco stood there in a state of elated shock.

"I can't believe it. Maka Albarn is at my house, to what do I owe this honor?" Maka smiled.

"I just wanted to visit a fan. I found your doujinshi to be quite interesting so I looked you up." she said and followed Kuzco into the house. She shut the door, the scent of apples and cinnamon filled the room.

"May I get you a drink? " Kuzco asked as she sat on the couch. Maka smiled.

"I'll take a Coke if you have one." She said as Kuzco walked to the kitchen, Maka stood up and walked around the room, there she saw his DVD shelf. Little generic black cases with sliver marker gave up the titles of the homemade stuff. She found the "Soul Breaker" DVD amongst various Hentai and the occasional teen amateur porn. She picked it up and looked at it. She heard Kuzco exclaim from the Kitchen.

"Is something wrong?" She shouted.

"Yeah, the fucking pop can exploded I need to get a new shirt, could you hold on." Kuzco said as he made his way upstairs. Maka saw it as the perfect opportunity. Popping in the DVD she watched herself being chained and injected with the drug cocktail. The lolicon comment came next then he penetrated her. The pain was evident on her face. She heard Kuzco's footsteps making their way down the steps to the living room. He stood there holding the Coke slack jawed.

"Uh Maka, I can explain, this was just a little experimental film, that's not you there." Kuzco said. Maka smirked.

"Oh never mind that thing it actually makes me kind of hot, now that you mention it" Maka said walked up to Kuzco. She noticed the big ebony club sitting near the doorway. "Nice club, where did you get it?" she said.

"Oh that's a Zulu warrior club I bought at some convention, it's pretty heavy." Kuzco said.

"Can I hold it?" Maka said, Kuzco nodded and Maka picked up the thick, heavy club.

"I'll shut this off." Kuzco said as he walked over to the DVD player and pushed the open button.

"This is really cool. I've never seen this kind of thing before, " Maka said as Kuzco walked to the DVD shelf, "Hey Kuzco?" The young man looked up.

"Yes?" He said.

"Batter Up!" She shouted and swung the club right into Kuzco's knees, the joints making a sick pop as he fell on the floor. The artist screamed in pain, and fell to the floor. Maka grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him over to the couch.

"Why?" Kuzco stammered in shock.

"You know why Kuzco and before the night's over you'll wish you never went to Ohayocon. I have some fun stuff planned for tonight. Trust me you'll never forget this." She said and slammed the club into his head knocking him unconscious. She picked up his body and took him to the basement, the night was still young and she had a lot of work to do before Soul came back to the hotel.

TBC