Omake Chapter: Lita, defender of the peace.
1630hrs, 3 September 2010, Tokyo, Japan.
"The spirit is to chase the enemies around from side to side, even though they come from all four directions. Observe their attacking order, and go to meet first those who attack first." Miyamoto Musashi, The Book of the Five Rings.
"We're gonna go inside, we're gonna go, outside, inside and outside. We're gonna get 'em on the run boys, and once we get 'em on the run, we're gonna keep 'em on the run!" Kunte Rockne, All American.
It was a nice day for Lita Kino. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, she just had sex and it felt really good…no, just kidding on that accord. The wind rushed through her long, brown skirt as she skipped happily home from school, ready to enjoy the upcoming weekend after the half-day of classes on Saturday. There were some good recipes she wanted to try out this weekend, mainly some omurice and curry that she had found on the internet. There were some ingredients that she needed to pick up on the way back from school, so she could enjoy the walk home even more.
Lita was just outside the school gates when she heard some loud voices behind her, on the open field in front of the gates.
"Hey there, little girly."
That made Lita stop in her tracks. Oh hell no, no one person was going to call her "little girl" and get away with it. She turned around to see that the offender was not talking to her. Nor was he alone. Instead, there were at least five guys surrounding a helpless girl, about her age, and making threatening advances toward her. The poor girl was rooted to the spot, terrified of the senior aged male students. It wasn't an uncommon sight here, and incidents like this almost never got reported to the proper authorities.
That pissed Lita off. A lot. This was not going to happen if she was going to have any say in the matter. She rolled up her sleeves and walked toward the five scumbags.
From fifteen meters away, the leader who was harassing the girl looked up from his badmouthing and saw Lita storming up. Her reputation wasn't unknown around here, but he thought that he could take her on. After all, he was the star soccer player here on campus, strutting his stuff as team captain. He certainly got a lot of "action".
"Well, well, well, look what we have here boys!" he said to the other people in his clique. "Our resident troublemaker."
Lita just stared him down for a second, then grabbed the girl and whispered in her ear.
"Go on, get out of here. I got this."
The poor girl nodded her thanks and skedaddled out of there.
"Hey! We were just about to get to the fun part with her," the team captain complained, mockingly. He watched the girl run off, then turned his attention to Lita. "Looks like just found our new plaything," he said, cracking his knuckles together.
Lita continued to stare the ringleader down, the finally spoke, carefully and slowly.
"Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to eviscerate you and use your gastrointestinal tract as a lubricant as I fornicate with your skull."
That got the ringleader's attention. "Wait, what?"
"I'm going to skull fuck you."
"How is that possi…"
He never got the chance. Lita's right fist impacted with the captain's face at a force measuring 180 kilograms, almost the amount of many black-belt level karate or taekwondo experts. The results were spectacular. First, the punch was not enough to break or dislodge the jaw, but it was enough to make it hurt a lot. Her punch was hard enough however, to chip some teeth and to cause some bleeding of the gums. Lastly, it managed to stun the bastard, leaving him reeling back in immense pain and agony.
"Goddammit! Don't just stand there! Fuck that bitch up!" he managed to gurgle out before collapsing to the ground.
The first of his lackeys, a guy who played center field, charged at her, flailing his fists. Lita easily stepped to the side and he fell over onto the ground, carried by his own momentum. A second guy, a defensive midfielder, swung a punch at Lita. At the same time, the third of the lackeys, the goalkeeper, charged from behind her and tried to pin her to the ground by tackling her. Again, Lita just jumped to the right as she saw the midfielder swinging his punch in order to avoid being hit, but the goalkeeper ended up tackling him instead. The final guy, a striker, tried to high-kick Lita in the chin, but simply ended up straining his leg as Lita caught the kick and shoved him backward onto the grass.
Despite their humiliation, these four jokers weren't out yet and now their blood was fired up.
"Bitch! You'll pay!" the midfielder screamed at her, charging at her again. This time, the four of them all attacked at once, leaving Lita with few options.
Thankfully, that option was to attack. She dashed forward and body-slammed the oncoming midfielder, all sixty-five kilos of her crunching against his frame.
"Ow!" He collapsed immediately, the wind knocked out of him and out of the fight.
With the midfielder out of the way, Lita turned her attention to the goalkeeper coming up from behind. He threw a punch, she dodged it, and in the process grabbing his punching arm and brought her elbow down on his elbow, almost breaking the arm and causing extreme pain for him. He too went down, screaming.
The two remaining lackeys hesitated for a second, after seeing what had happened to their friends there. That was all the time that Lita needed.
She charged at the striker first, slamming into his body with her shoulder and knocking him to the ground. Lita only had a second before the centerfielder punched at her, hitting her in the face.
Lita felt the pain shoot through her face, sending shrills of agony up and down her body. Furious that the person had the gall to land a punch, she grabbed her attacker and slammed her face into his, stunning him and causing blood to gush profusely from his nose.
Behind her, the team captain had managed to stagger up and try to get Lita in a chokehold, but was quickly shoved down to the ground.
"Hey, who's that person over there?" another striker said, coming out from the locker rooms across the soccer field.
"Shit, that's the bitch Lita," one of the defenders said. They saw her land the finishing blow to the team captain, stomping on his hand and causing him to scream out in pain.
"She's beating up Kenta! Hey guys! Kenta's in trouble!" the striker yelled into the locker room. Within a couple of seconds, the rest of the twenty man soccer team was streaming out of the locker room, their coaches wondering what the hell was going on.
It really wasn't much of a contest. For the soccer team, that is.
As they charged down the field, Lita stood there, smiling at them. They had no idea what they were getting themselves into.
Two defenders, a right and left back screamed in, yelling something incomprehensible at her as they readied their fists for action. Lita just stood there, waiting.
Fifteen meters…ten….five…
When they were no more than a meter away, Lita stuck out both of her arms and clotheslined them, sending both of them sprawling on the ground.
Next up was the rest of the midfield. Two more players ran in, ready to avenge their fallen comrades.
Lita returned the favor in kind, executing a high kick at an approaching attacking midfielder, snapping his chin back amongst a geyser of blood. On her way down from the high kick, she tackled the wide midfielder and slammed his head into the ground, knocking him out of the fight.
Lastly a couple of forwards rushed her, four of them surrounding her. Lita wondered why the soccer team was so big, seeing that they could only have ten or so people on the field at the time. Must be the substitutes, which would also explain her ease in defeating them.
The right and left forwards charged in, arms out and ready to engulf her in 150 kilos worth of body weight combined. She jumped back and slammed their heads together, knocking them out.
The last two members of the soccer team, a secondary striker and a winger, hesitated…then ran back to locker room.
With the fight effectively over, Lita caught her break and wiped the sweat from her brow. Her uniform was sopping wet with blood and sweat, with some grass stains added for good measure. After catching her breath she took stock of her surroundings.
Lita had just covered half of the soccer field, leaving broken players in her wake, moaning and groaning all over the place. It didn't seem like she had covered a lot of distance, but in a scant couple of seconds, she had managed to do so and fighting off several people at the same time.
Seeing that he work was done, she walked back toward the school gates, where she could see a couple of police cars just now pulling up. Time to face the music, she thought. It was totally worth it though.
She walked past the soccer captain, who was still struggling to pull himself up, acting like he was still in charge around here.
"Is that all you got Lita! Fuck you!" he yelled at her, getting to his knees.
She just looked at him, letting him suffer on that soccer field.
"Don't you dare walk away from me Lita!" Again, more silence.
"Lita! Lita, get back you bitch and finish me like a man you are!" he sneered.
She just shook her head, and continued to walk toward the gates of the school, where the principal and several police officers were waiting. They moved in, taking her by both arms and leading her to the principal.
"Lita…look what you've done," the principal said, shaking his head. "Damn, this takes the cake."
He leaned in and brought his voice down to a whisper.
"But you did good. Bastards had it coming." He sighed, regretting the next part of what he was going to have to say.
"I'm going to have to expel you, but it could be much, much worse." The police officers there reinforced that fact.
Lita just shrugged. "Sounds good to me." Never liked going to this school anyway, she thought to herself. "Can you at least get me somewhere else then?"
The principal nodded. "I know the principal over at Azuban High. They're a bit picky, but I'll get you over there. Just don't mess it up over there, okay?"
Lita nodded. "Thanks." With that, she shrugged off the police officers, walking out the gates with a good portion of the student body watching her leave, peering out windows and gathering on the courtyard outside, awed by her actions.
She simply walked on. Today was a good day indeed.