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My Lovely Stripper
Part 3 Our Deal
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The young woman face darkened. She knew about Deimon association, the cruel yakuza organization which possessed the whole Tokyo area. Deimon association had conquered many other yakuza organization and made their mark on Tokyo City in the last few years. Everyone knew about Deimon and didn't dare to do anything, including the police department. They preferred to turn a blind eye to Deimon brutality, corruption, and most vicious criminal acts. Mamori was shaken, she was completely battered by the information Maria had just told her.
"Hiruma… Hiruma Yoichi is leader of Deimon Association?" Mamori hissed. Her face was getting pale once more. "Ohhh…"
Maria nodded gravely, pulled out her cigarette gracefully before inhaled it again. "Well I guessed you're right about the money, darling. You have to give it back before something happened."
"Hmm…" Mamori was still shocked. She didn't expect that info, of course. It made her worried. Hiruma is yakuza leader? Oh my God… I knew he was sort of evil man but I never expect him to be that—bad. He's surely in the top list of bad guy in Tokyo!
"Tell me something, did you do something else—anything besides accompanying him in the bar?" Maria asked lightly, as if that were ordinary question ever. Mamori felt a slight inconvenient thing inside. She didn't want to answer that question. That was too private.
"Why do you ask?"
"If he only had sex with you he wouldn't send you that huge sum of money, right? So tell me, did you do anything else?" Maria was so curious. She wanted to know how Mamori could get that money. "I'm not interrogating you, dear. I'm just so deadly curious!"
Mamori bit her lips. Her face turned red. "That's… how I suppose to tell?"
"I don't ask for details." Maria reassured her, but somehow she was running for detail, hoping she could get much money too. Her boyfriend Reiji was far too broke for paying her lifestyle, his own education, and so on. That doctor wannabe even had asked her to save some money for paying his college fee. "Come on, dear… I won't tell anyone."
Frankly, he asked me to… have sex with him. And soon after he took me home…"
"Huh?"
"That's all," Mamori explained shortly yet Maria could catch the whole situation. Hiruma had never cared to take someone home, Maria thought. How could that ruthless yakuza take Mamori home? Maria looked doubtful. She didn't dare to ask more.
Damn, Mamori was in great danger, thanks to her debts and Sanzo's order. She had known Hiruma Yoichi herself when she served him as hostess. He easily threw tantrum and did anything he pleased, slapping her when she poured the wrong wine and kicking the waiter for taking too long time while serving him. In one occasion, she also had borrowed some loan from his assistant for paying her boyfriend's debt and Hiruma always used that reason to make her obedient toward his commands.
Hiruma Yoichi she had known for years was never kind. He was so cunning and willing to do anything to accomplish his goals. She realized Hiruma wanted her friend. He wanted Mamori all right.
"What are you thinking Maria? You make me scared…"
Maria turned her head, taking a sip of tea to wet her dry throat. "He's quite attached to you, darling, and that's not a good idea."
"What are you talking about?"
"Hiruma I knew would never take someone home. He'd kill that person instead."
Mamori looked surprised. "Ohh…"
"I'm not trying to make you afraid, but… at this rate—according to my experience—I think he wants to be your regular costumer."
"No way!" Mamori quickly shrieked, absolute fear was reflected from her beautiful face. "You're just joking, aren't you? He must be… he couldn't…"
Maria finished her cigarette. "Well, maybe I'm wrong for he has never been someone's regular. But he treats you special, darling. He treats you really special. He's never delivered someone, except you."
"Don't exaggerate everything, Maria. Hiruma only wanted to be nice…"
Maria ignored her words, "yeah, I believe there is always a first time for everything."
Mamori's expression changed. She could feel that way too. Dammit. She was just too afraid to admit that Hiruma desired her most. And somehow she… suddenly she remembered about the money. "So, where can I meet him?"
"In that case, I believe he'll be in the bar tonight," Maria replied, staring at Mamori with her dark eyes. "He'll be there, darling."
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The air was cold and serene inside a big splendor room in one of hotel in Asakusa. In the middle of the room, Hiruma Yoichi sat and spoke with his usual tone, ambitious and tactical. That day Hiruma was having an intern meeting with Deimon elders. He hated explained all of his plans, but he had to. "Since Deimon Association is lacking in gun supply, I have to order some guns from Russia. There are plenty of…"
Sitting next to Hiruma were his assistant, Takakura Gen and Kurita Ryokan. Takakura Gen, who was known as Musashi between his associates, was Hiruma loyal assistant. He had supported him more than 15 years, since both of them entered Deimon association. With dark stiff hair and dark cold eyes, Musashi's face looked older than his age, but his sharpness and ability as an assassin was quite reputable.
In the opposite, Kurita Ryokan was a cheerful person. His big body and smile which never left his funny face made him looked younger. However, Kurita could be a ruthless person who didn't think twice to break someone's neck. Kurita joined with Hiruma and Musashi a year after in the organization.
"How could you know there isn't any risk? You said the same when you intruding Las Vegas and almost got 20 or more of our members killed," an old man spoke, taking another bottle of sake and pouring it into his mouth. His old eyes were still intimidating, looking at Hiruma.
"Doburoku-sensei…" Hiruma smirked, showing his evil face. "Please take note that we eventually have taken over Las Vegas from NASA Aliens Organization and some of our cash is coming from Vegas."
"Which accommodates you to spend it like your own, Hiruma-sama," a cold faced man sneered at Hiruma, looking at him with disgusted expression. His blond short hair made his face seemed cool yet he had something within his wild eyes. "You're useless leader."
"Shut your…" Kurita almost burst when Hiruma raised his arm to prevent him talking further. Kurita's face turned soft and he apologized, "I'm sorry, Hiruma."
Hiruma noticed that Jumonji was talking about his new investment in third world countries. He didn't change his cold demeanor and continued, "you definitely don't know what you are talking about, Jumonji-kun… listening too much rubbish is good for nothing. As I have discussed before…"
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The day was so beautiful. It was a clear sunny day in the beginning of summer season. Sun shone brightly in the sky. Several butterflies passed by, colorful and interesting. The view of small lake in front of them was extraordinary. The sparks of water seemed like thousands of rubies. Mamori couldn't be happier than that day. She enjoyed it very much.
"This is a very beautiful sight, sis! Come on, catch me a red butterfly!"
Her little brother smiled, running toward the lake. Mamori had to warn him, so she ran after him."Senaaa, wait for me!"
He was the little brother she had expected for years. She always wanted a little brother. Apparently her father had an affair and produced a child. They took that child into their family, giving him love, showering him with attention.
Mamori caught him one lovely butterfly. She fell and got blister on her knee, but she didn't mind it. She just wanted to see Sena's happy face.
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah, I love it, sis! Eh? Are you all right? You knee is bleeding…"
"Nevermind it, Sena… I'm okay." Mamori smiled, caressing Sena's little head. "Do you want more bugs?"
"Really, sis? Oh I love you so much!" Sena hugged her, showing his love toward his big sister."I love sister Mamori!"
"Mamori! Sena! Stop playing around! It's lunch time!" their mother called them, waving her hands."Come here soon!"
Sena ran away fast. Mamori wanted to follow him, but she couldn't move. She couldn't move her body. A pair of hands caught her tightly. She yelled angrily, asking to be released. "Let me go! Let me go!"
"Not that easy, little bitch." That voice reminded her of darkness. She could feel her body shaken. She was too scared to look back. She knew who the man was. Mamori closed her eyes, sighing.
"What do you want?"
"You know what I want. I want you."
"No…"
"Yes… you want me too… no need to deny it, little bitch. You want me…"
"No…"
Mamori awoke with wet face. Her heart pounded so fast, beating like drums inside her chest. She bit her lips, trying to soothe herself. It was Hiruma. It was him. How could he invade her dream? Did she think about him that much? Mamori murmured sadly. Hiruma Yoichi had sent her money. That's all. She didn't feel anything toward him. Never. He meant nothing to her and that would always be like that—forever.
She walked out toward the huge window. It was dark. How long had she been sleeping? How could her sleep? Suddenly Mamori remembered that she hadn't slept since last night. Tears were slowly streamed from her eyes. She felt the pain hit her again as she remembered that night under Hiruma's force. The memory sent chills down her spine. That was the memory when Hiruma kissed her and entered her body. His smiles she would hardly forget.
Panicking, she hurriedly wiped her tears. She had to work tonight, she reminded herself. She should forget him immediately. There was no place for murmuring, regretting, and even thinking over and over every single thing! Give back the money and work harder, Mamori!
Maria walked in into the living room, and she smiled. She was wearing rock gothic style clothes with light make up. Her black dress was wrapped under her black skin jacket. "Are you really tired? If you were, you'd better skip tonight."
"I don't think so. You knew how I need money more than anyone in this world. Can I borrow your bathroom?"
"Please, stop being so formal."
Mamori was about to enter the bathroom when she saw Maria's boyfriend inside it. His handsome face made a gentle expression when she jerked away from the bathroom, trying to close the door.
"Sorry, I won't take so long Mamori-san!"
"Noo… it's me who should apologize…" Mamori stuttered, hardly resisting herself not to remember that sight. Maruko Reiji was Maria's boyfriend. He was younger than Maria, yet they couldn't help fall in love with each other. Maria had told her thousand times how they first met in the hospital when her arm was broken.
"Maria, why you didn't tell me there is Maruko inside it?" Mamori yelled with red face. She had seen everything and that was quite shameful. Maria walked closer and laughed at her.
"What's the big problem? Ohh, I get it! That asshole never locks the door…" Maria groaned, "Darling! Next time please close the door! How much I hate you for exposing your big dick everywhere!"
Mamori cracked. She laughed out loud hearing Maria's warning to her boyfriend. "Maria, don't be too harsh…"
As the doctor wannabe walked out from the bathroom with only a small towel wrapping his waist, he smiled. "At least it's not an ugly sight."
"It will be, darling. It will be. Just wait until I take scissors with me and cut your fucking dick!" Maria angered, looking hopelessly at Mamori. "He's so annoying sometimes."
Mamori only laughed at her, holding her stomach.
"You would miss everything then," Maruko moved closer, lingered his arms around Maria's shoulders. "Take care yourself, don't smoke too much and throw that fucking wine."
"I understand that, but…"
"Please take care yourself, honey. I don't want you getting miscarriage again…" Maruko whispered slowly, tapping Maria's stomach. "Listen, no more wine and decrease your pack numbers, okay?"
Mamori raised her eyebrows, "what? Are you…"
"Haven't I told you that I'm having his child—again?" Maria smiled happily. "Yeah, this time I'll take care our baby."
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The bar was crowded with lots of people when they finally arrived. The sound of heavy music and the yelling fans of Akaba Hayato, their DJ, were roaming the whole bar.
"Are you ready?" Akaba shouted cheerfully. Everyone shouted and danced as he played the tune. The situation was getting livelier. Many costumers put their drinks and opened their jackets, joined the dance floor.
Mamori and Maria entered the side door and quickly entered the dressing room. Mamori was wearing her simple dress and light make up as usual, so she was easily spotted by the other in the dressing room. Suzuna came toward her, smiling.
"Have you checked your schedule? You've got another striptease show tonight!" Suzuna, their faithful make up assistant and professional beautician spoke to Mamori. "Guess what? You've got lots of response, Mamori-san! Oh, check out that bunch of red roses! There are so amazing white lilies bouquet and daisies too!"
"Who arranged the schedule? Mamori couldn't perform tonight, she's sick!" Maria stormed, looking for Sanzo's assistant, Yamabushi. Since Sanzo usually spent her time beautifying herself in the early night, Yamabushi took the responsible and arranged the list.
"What's wrong with you Mamori-san?" Suzuna asked her politely. Then, the small beautician noticed black color around Mamori's eyes—even though Mamori had covered it with make up. Her professional eyes were hard to be fooled. "Oh, I see… you'd better take some rest…"
She handed some vitamins from the drawer. Mamori smiled warmly and thanked her. Suddenly they heard several arguments filled the air, drawing attention from others. Suzuna instantly turned her head to see Maria were fighting—verbally with a big man with some scars on his calm face. It wasn't a secret anymore that Maria was the no. 1 hostess in Sanzo's Bar and people usually followed her orders.
"She couldn't perform with that condition! Tell Sanzo or I'll go tell her by myself."
"Fine, fine, Maria-sama. I'll change the schedule."
"That's smart choice, Yamabushi," Maria smiled sardonically.
Mamori sighed and walked to change into her costume when her eyes caught a card inside the white rose bouquet. Those roses were sent for her. She saw a note inside it. It was so strange with red bat symbol on the card. She pulled out the note, looking at it carefully.
Lovely roses for my lovely stripper.
Mamori bit her lips desperately. She hated that job. She hated being a stripper which had made her life even worse than ever. Somehow, Mamori noted some small and almost invisible words under that card. It was written so small and hardly to be seen.
Have you checked your account, little bitch?
Mamori knew it was him. It was Hiruma. That's why her blood suddenly ran cold in seconds. She didn't want to meet him yet she had to face him. Mamori hurriedly grabbed Suzuna's shoulders, shocking her.
"Is Hiruma here?"
"Hiruma? You mean Hiruma Yoichi?"
"Yes… he's here?"
"I think so. I believe he's in our VVIP room, Mamori-san. Funny, none had asked me about him before," Suzuna chuckled, "Everyone always avoids him as soon as possible."
"Well, get used to it, Suzuna," Mamori said pitifully, strolling out from the dressing room. She hoped she could finish everything with Hiruma. She didn't have any ideas that were rather impossible to do. She saw several guards were standing in front of the room with deadly expression. He was surely important person, she admitted. However, she hadn't noticed those guards when she met Hiruma for the first time. Had he been waiting for me that time?
"Miss, stay away from this room," the heavy voice warned him. "This is not a place for nice young woman like you."
"I have to meet Hiruma Yoichi." She heard her voice shaken, possessed by fear. "I must meet him."
The other guards laughed at her. "Stop lying and move your…"
"I MUST MEET HIRUMA!" Mamori yelled desperately. "HIRUMA!"
"This woman is crazy!" one of the guards pushed her away, making Mamori fall down to the floor. However she didn't give up.
"HIRUMA!"
Amazingly, the door was opened. Hiruma Yoichi came out in his Armani suit, looking all gorgeous yet lethal enough. His eyes quickly fixed on Mamori and he smirked.
"Hiruma…"
"Do you really know her, master?"
Hiruma kicked the guard who had pushed at Mamori with good speed. His act was hardly to be seen. The guard's face was bleeding and he hurriedly asked for his forgiveness. They begged for Hiruma's mercy, "Please, master…"
Hiruma only curved his mouth and said 'tch.' He was heading directly toward her. He walked toward Mamori. Mamori gasped when Hiruma grabbed her arm and pulled her inside the room. She felt her heart beat faster and faster, making her nervous.
The room was still the same with many crystals and good quality ornaments around. Mamori gasped as Hiruma pushed her to the wall, while his arms imprisoned her, didn't let her escape. He licked his lips, stared at her with his dark brown eyes, "So, are you going to give me private show tonight?"
"Hmmm…"
Mamori tried her best to breath, but it was hard when Hiruma was so close to her, locking her under his arms. Hiruma hissed, tracing her face with his finger, "you look much better without heavy make up…"
Mamori didn't want to hear any words again from Hiruma, so she quickly spoke, "I want to return your money, I can't accept that…"
The blond man in front of her smiled mischievously, "do you want more? Is it not enough?"
Mamori snarled, "That's not! No! I just…"
Hiruma stopped her word. He kissed her wildly, melting their mouths. Mamori tried her to escape, moving her mouth to the other side. But Hiruma was always able to resist her fighting, locking her and tasting her softness once again.
He finally released her when she was about to collapse. Mamori couldn't hide her feeling anymore and sobbed. She bit her lips sadly and whispered, "I came here to return your money. Please take your money back… I don't deserve it…"
"So, how could you pay your fucking brother's cost?" Hiruma said blatantly, watching her with his cold eyes. "He needs that money, little bitch."
Mamori lost her words. Her eyes widened and her lips grew pale. "You… You knew that?"
Her brain worked fast. How could he know that information? Had he found out everything about her?
Hiruma shrugged and sauntered to the shelf, taking out wine and glasses. With no difficulties he poured himself a glass and drank it slowly. "Let's make it simple. I know what you want and you know what I want. The bloody money is yours—and you're mine."
That was the statement that she would never want to hear.
Mamori braced herself to face him. She stared at Hiruma directly into his eyes, "I need money, that's true. But I won't sell myself to someone. Never… please take your money back and stop disturbing me…"
Hiruma Yoichi had never let someone insulting him like what Mamori was doing at the moment. He had never let anyone insult him alive. However, he only clenched his teeth for a while when the young woman said deliberately that she didn't need his money and asked him not to disturb her. To her surprise, he smiled.
Yes, the devil threw one of his smiles.
"I won't disturb you if that what you want…" Hiruma said softly. "That's the last thing I want in this goddamn world, little bitch."
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It was nearly 4 AM in the morning when Mamori received an urgent call from Sena's doctor, explaining that Sena's condition was getting worse. Mamori was so confused. She dropped her glass, she spilt some wine to her friends and to the worse—she couldn't able to speak logically.
"Mamori, what is happening with you?"
Mamori's body was shivered. Cold sweats started making her body wet. She didn't answer it. All she had in her mind was Sena. If only she had wings she would fly like thunderbolt straight away to the hospital. She wanted to go immediately. Sena… Sena…
"Shasha, are you okay?"
She heard one costumer called her name, but she didn't care at all. She just wanted to go. She wanted to meet her little brother. She felt so guilty for staying in the bar while her only family was dying.
"Shasha give me some beer!"
Another costumer ordered her to get him beer, but she hardly concentrated at all. Sena… damn… I must go!
Then, to everyone's surprise, Mamori quickly rushed out from the bar without saying anything. She just left. With dramatic make up and sexy dress, Mamori ran down the street, trying to get any cabs. The road was so crowded and busy. However, she didn't see any available cabs at all and that made her frustrated. All she wanted was coming to the goddamn hospital as soon as she could.
"Damn! Damn!" she yelled, perturbed. "Please God, please this time! Please help me this time…"
However the street seemed ignored her, making Mamori wanted to stop the cab immediately, throw the driver and the passenger and take over it. She groaned, started losing her sanity. Mamori had been waiting for several minutes and decided to run to the hospital. She definitely had lost her mind. With blurry eyes and strapped sandals in her hand, she ran. Sena… Sena… wait for me…
She was going to pass the first crossroad when she saw silver BMW passed through her, opening the door. She saw Hiruma Yoichi behind the wheel. His face was cold.
"Get in, I'll take you wherever you want."
Without further arguments or such logical considerations, Mamori hopped in. She quickly wrapped the safety belt around her waist, and then with solemn expression she told him, "Sena's hospital…"
"No need to tell me, little bitch." Hiruma smirked. "Hope we can make it." The silver BMW moved fast like hell, flashing through the night. The young woman didn't acknowledge the evil smile within the devil's angelic face. She just didn't realize it.
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