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Above Tokyo, a penthouse sat, high security, completely clad in dark marble floor, it's kitchen expensive, with the most pricey appliances.
They really could afford anything.
A refridegerator closed, and Dr. Connely was pulling out ingredients to make himself a sandwich.
An all American snack, some were imported items, had to be as it was Japan, the other side of the world.
The mustard was Danish, the mayonnaise, Hellman's, came straight on a plane from New York, New York. The sliced meat was chicken, the cheese, pepper jack.
"I don't know why you insist on buying that shit when you can have our chef make something for you." Ashley, rude as ever, spat at her father from the kitchen's bar, eating a high class dinner of filet mignon, compete with a red glass of wine.
"It's to never forget our roots Ashley dear."
"So, your making a sandwich solely to prove me a point?" She swallowed her chew of soft meat. "That's stupid."
She was in a night jumpsuit that was made entirely of black satin, hair still curled, long earrings full of diamonds still in tact on her lobes.
She hadn't felt like taking them off just yet. When she wore diamonds she felt rich and powerful, how she felt she should feel.
"Hn." Snide, her father sighed. "All these schemes the others have been correlating with us on, they're all that filet mignon you have on your plate there." He opened the mayonnaise and began spreading it over the bread smooth with a silver knife. "I'm thinking of a more basic approach, like what I'm making here. Let's brainstorm."
"Fine." She took a sip of wine, properly using her utensils to cut off another piece. They were speaking in English again, as they always did when they didn't want possible prying ears to hone in on the conversation. The chef was still here, and so were the maids and butler, those never left, stayed all night, lived with them as servants, except a few days a week. She rolled her eyes at his dumb metaphor. "Let's just remember the rumors about UA's dean shall we?"
Her father nodded, lidding the mayonnaise and opening the mustard.
Both knew, supposedly, the dean's quirk was some sort of hyper intelligence, with the ability to calculate moves before they happen.
"If Kurogiri was able to portal last year into that training facility, then the dean isn't that perfect in his detection. Of course, it was all by surprise no doubt."
"So, basic hn?"
"Mhmm." He spread the mustard so joyfully it kind of was making his daughter annoyed. It was hilarious to him. He liked pushing her buttons. A father daughter thing, but also, he used the button-pushing to be condescending towards her, so she would always remember her place. "How often do you think Satoko leaves UA campus?"
"Never. Spies say they've not captured him once off of it. Probably thanks to his brother." She fizzled. She hated him! That personal vendetta she had against Hisashi boiled her. He'd messed up her plaything. He'd pay for that. "They have captured a few of the back of his head, from inside the barrier, but that's all."
And, according to the photos, and much to her dismay, her Kasaya was growing his hair out, and keeping it in a style she downright hated.
He looked like total scum.
She'd already gotten around to flipping through magazine for inspiration, for new 'looks' for him once she got him back, and was thinking about a few others things too to do to his body.
Just as a way to let him remember that he was hers. And hers only.
She'd done numerous things to him already.
Ashley had a moment recalling all her phases with him. Oh the memories!
The looks she always made him wear were so classy, or stylish, or rock n' roll, whatever she wanted.
He was her doll.
She had had his hair cut and dyed in so many ways.
When they grew up a bit, she'd gotten his locks dyed jet black, shoulder length. Then she grew tired of it, and had it buzzed to where he only had it shaggy on top, black on the ends, navy at the roots. Then she got bored, and going through a phase where she was attracted to a more grunge-look, had it layered, still short, just the tips ebony, and then got his ears pierced.
Then she started making him work out, non-stop.
His body began to change it's form into that of a man's, and so she got his hair done blonde, with earrings still, started making him wear suits.
It didn't fit him she felt, so she changed it back navy and that was where it remained, so his original hair color could grow out.
But after that, she experimented with all sorts of styles. Punk, emo, sporty, plain.
Her favorite cut was a little bit past shoulder length, a slicked back look, where the hair was layered, but with a small amount of gel, the front bangs were off his face, and the sides tucked behind his ears.
That was how his hair had remained the whole rest of the time she'd had him.
It looked even better when she made him wear those diamond stud earrings paired with an expensive dark suit. Those gray eyes were absolutely stunning. The apparel complimented them, and popped them out; for having no color at all, Kasaya's eyes were gravitational.
Easily, he was looked at by all those who were thirsty for a taste, especially when he'd smoke a cigarette with those lips of his, it was downright alluring.
And she was thankful he was on her shoulder; her precious Ken Doll, to parade around. To have as her personal everything.
He opened the doors, he sat at her side, he killed people how she wanted, she got to use his brain, he pulled chairs out, he danced with her, he latched her arm with his arm.
All of those things with a simple whisp of an emotion.
She had it all.
It just wasn't as fun with her new charade, Ouija. She was vain, and no matter how much she changed her new toy's style, nothing topped Kasaya Satoko.
He was model-worthy.
She wondered what Kasaya did with those earrings, those diamond earrings she made him wear. The night Hisashi must of snatched him up, he probably was wearing them.
The photos didn't show him with earrings in. She wondered if his ears had closed up already in the few years they'd been separated, if so, she'd have to get them re-done.
It was a zero expense to her, but it was still annoying. She'd just buy him another pair of earrings as well. Maybe she'd do black diamonds this time.
She wondered also about other things she'd done to his body.
What about his nipple piercings?
She'd gotten those done, had him wear silver rings in them.
Afterwards, when they were back at her old house (as they lived in upscale Tokyo now in a high rise) which was grand as well, she'd make him take his collared shirts off and parade around in nothing but his suit pants and dress shoes, exposing his pierced, fit upper body.
His ass always super tight in those pants.
Sometimes, she'd turn the lights out in the bar downstairs and make him dance a personal dance just for her.
After some time, he'd gotten quite good at it. Especially, after she'd made him read a few books on modern hip hop and the trap music scene.
She'd even make him go dance for her at the clubs when she got yawny.
The trap music was such a perfect fit for his dancing form, and she wanted entertainment.
Ashley would tell him to do it out of an emotion, and with everything he had in that emotion, he'd do his best.
Sometimes she order him to The Rail, the name of the risen part of the floor in their clubs where any individuals could go to show off.
There was one move she loved, especially when she would tell him to unbutton his collared shirt first, peircings peaking out; he'd throw his head around, that sexy hair cut swishing it's bangs, his abdomen would move scandeously, and he would work his way down, his back against a pole.
Like a stripper.
She'd let him go on, and he'd stick his shirt in his teeth and run his hands through his hair.
It drove both the gay men and the women nuts, they'd all cheer and clap at it, and try to dance with him, which she'd allow for a little as well, until they started getting too touchy.
They had no idea that he was being used as a stone cold killer. A smirk might of been on that sharp face, enjoying a nice, lewd dance in an emotion she'd said to him, but at anytime he could snap thier damn necks.
And she got enjoyment out of knowing that.
He turned her on in ways that she couldn't fucking describe.
But personally, she held herself back.
She could of used him for sex, if she wanted. It would of been so simple. She could of made out with him at any time; she did have him kiss her on the neck a few times, her shoulder, and she wanted to control him to do more.
But.
Even though a toy, a doll, he was not to be used for that purpose, as her father much insisted.
And she followed.
Every time he'd try to bolt and kiss her out of a few emotions she'd laid, she'd smack him backhanded away.
She'd use him to rape men, and she'd just sit there and watch.
Honestly, she liked it.
The males screaming was always loud and obnoxious, but seeing Kasaya's 'downstairs' out of his clothing, him holding it, to slam it inside another person, and knowing she was the one holding the ropes with it all like a puppet... She realized she had became quite voyueristic. She like 'to watch', that was her thing.
The way those muscles moved, his abs quivering, pulsing, the way his body arched back, the sweat came to his head... sure he'd be left bloodied, covering in his groin with the other person's DNA, but it didn't matter.
It was like watching a sickening, bondage porn.
But, she always stopped him before he could let himself 'go'. That precious fluid she wanted to save up, she knew it hurt him in his testicles when he'd work himself up that far, just to be let down, but she wanted it to build.
Sure, it was pretty evil, but she couldn't help it, even his sexuality she wanted her claws into.
Which was why she'd made him through her DEPRESSION emotion cut himself with a sharp knife. To make an emperor of all cuts, one to trump all those little small exacto blade cuts on his inner thighs.
She asked him to carve a deep groove into himself, down the groin along the right side of his manhood, down between his legs, down along where his life-giving cells were stored, to end the long deep, smooth mark right at the entrance to his backside.
He was bloodied and she told him to quit once she'd felt it was enough.
She didn't intend to cut anything off.
But she did want to leave a permenent reminder that she ran him, owned him, every piece of him. He was her slave, even his sexuality.
What Ashley was saving all that 'pent up' frustration for never got to come to light though.
She'd made a plan. She'd use it like she'd train a dog. She'd already done it with the alcohol she made him drink. She knew what made his body queasy and what didn't.
The days she'd let him sip the beautiful stuff, was the days she'd make him kill. It was a treat, a day his body wouldn't be ill-ish, as long as he did something for her: stabbed someone to death, beat them with a bat until they were unrecognizeable, sliced peices of flesh off their face, cut off their ears. Whatever.
This, she wanted to use as a treat in exchange for him doing something really really horrible for her: using Diasuta to resolve very high class matters.
Sure, his brain was it's own entity, she'd spoken with it a few times, and it obeyed her as she controlled it to, it had its own voice, and she knew Kasaya was filled in on the reels with what happened while it was in the conscious and he wasn't.
But like a good boy, Kasaya's body in fact 'housed' that extremely powerful weapon, and in letting her use it (for something extremely daunting, something such as killing a whole string of people, wiping them out), (as if he could stop her!), she wanted to give Kasaya a little taste of beauty.
For she knew, it probably fucked him up in the head when he got those reels back.
Even more so a reason to let him have a sip of fun.
Like a little cute puppy expecting a snack, she'd put him in a room.
Watching from behind the glass, with a heavy drink, controlling through intercom what she wanted him to do, and she'd have it her way.
He'd have sex with someone how she wanted.
But not with a woman. For, Ashley was too jealous to let him have the doggy biscuit with a female.
That reminded her...
Maybe she would go back into a more dark look with him. Make him wear eyeliner again, paint his nails black, make him wear those silver rings, re-pierce everything, maybe she should tattoo his skin?
His upper arms? Maybe.
That would be nice to see.
But she had to have the ears pierced at least, and the suits, and that haircut, no matter what.
Her obsession over him was practically insane.
Truly, that is how she'd like to see him, his body, his look, with that huge deep scar up his groin, sweating, heated, moaning, if she were to let him fuck someone for real.
Her father was cutting his perfectly layered sandwich down the middle, taking her silence as her brainstorming.
"What about applying for a campus tour?" He suddenly jabbed.
"No." She spoke out. She realized amongst all that thinking she'd done, she finished the entire rest of her plate, and not tasted any of it. Kasaya was so much more TASTY. "I don't want them to have my name."
"Ah." He took a bite. "But what about this?"
"Hn?" She kept thinking back to how fucking soft Satoko's hair was while she was making him use luxury shampoos. It was exquisite when she'd watch him wash himself for her in her own bathtub.
Gods, she had to have him back.
"Why don't we stick feelers into local middle schools and see what ones are doing tours, one could miraculously 'get sick' and you could take her place."
"No. also." She sighed. "I'm not in middle school father." She rolled her eyes. "And what? Am I supposed to ride the bus with the middle schoolers? They'll know I'm obviously not in thier class, in their school, in thier lives."
"Could you get a job there?" He chewed.
"No. They only hire students who live in the dorms. Which by the way, there are no online blueprints to the school. So, we have no idea which buildings are which. The spies reported, a lot of them are similar in architecture too, and two tree lines border both the East and West side, and a major portion of the South as well."
"It's much worse than that military base."
"Mhmm." She played with her fork. "I just had an idea."
"Go ahead, Ashley dear."
"Is there anything that we could inject him with?"
"How will we inject him, if we can't get on campus and he stays inside it's inner most parts?"
"From afar?"
"That would make a scene. Right in the middle of the day a student falls over from the hit of a dart." He took a bigger bite. His daughter, what the hell was she getting at?
She sighed again.
The chef came by and placed a dessert for her, and took her plate then. It was a mango ice cream.
'Mmm.' She wanted to watch Kasaya eat again, the way he ate food, and she'd make him eat proper, force him to sit gentlemanly (like viewing a knight dine), was soothing to her.
His back erect to where it should be practically painful, but that was the way of the royals, and it was pleasing to see him meticulously cutting, separating, a napkin to lip, small bites, folding the secondary napkin to his lap, placing the utensils at a perfect 75 degree angle indicating he was finished, for the servant to take the plate away, and gracefully set another.
Like a good boy.
Kasaya could eat and eat and eat.
It was the training she'd forced.
His muscles were consistently starving.
She had plenty of food to take care of him; she made sure he was fed proper.
He got the greens, but she always made him eat extra protein. And she'd gotten the desired result she wanted: ultimate fitness.
And that's why it soothed her, because she was building a machine.
It was the one thing she was most laid back in.
Let him eat as much as he desired.
Usually, it was seven full plates. She had them numbered in her mind. Knowing exactly what she'd allow to be placed on each, the chef portioning out the food by category.
Meals that fed a murderer.
Her father had kept telling her to stop making him rape people without a condom or his body would catch a disease, but she didn't listen with that though, unlike feeding her pet.
She liked to see it go in raw. It was too good for her.
She was so spoilt.
Ashley took a bite of ice cream, she'd let it set a bit so it'd melt some, it had been so cold that it was a bit to hard to put a spoon into. "What if we could send him a drug? Get it delivered?"
"We don't have his address. And that doesn't ensure he'll take it either."
"I had a tech use my phone to tap into his geolocation, he's got that turned off as well." She followed up.
"Do you have his laptop vpn?" He was almost done with his sandwich, brushing his hands together over the plate on the last bite.
"UA's got that all secure. We can't break into their multiple firewalls."
He chewed. "Hn. So no external emailing or contact."
"No kidnapping either eh?"
"No. The brother is military, so is Mr. Satoko, you know that." He put his plate in a nearby sink.
She took a few bites, thinking. She just had no idea. "Our spies can't loom around UA too much either, I know they monitor the traffic right outside the school's walls."
"What about you controlling another person?"
"I have two latched right now. That's where I'm at. Satoko, I can feel one there still. I can't latch anymore. It drains me."
"I know." He was understanding of that, proud he was that she got another one hooked. He had faith she'd be the pride of the family in just a few more years.
His quirk was sensuality.
He could touch a person, and instantly, they would be on any level he wanted immeadiately sensually. Combined with her mother's mental quirk, out of a forced quirk marriage, that had made Ashley.
"I wonder if the new drug Nika is working on would work?"
Ashley looked up. That woman with dark hair, who was pale and had let one of her subordinates get loose out from under her, who now was selling some of the stolen goods in Korea?
She'd heard recently she'd got her nails into them finally, and boxed them up alive and buried them.
Escavated a hole, and buried them alive in it inside thier own personal caskets.
Good for her.
"What is it?" Ashley pried.
"Ah. As you know, the geneticist in the meeting helped Nika with her formula, they'd actually taken my blood for it."
"Oh?" Ashley was suddenly surprised. Really? "A drug patterned after your DNA, I bet your proud." She mocked. A smirk into her ice cream.
"I am actually." He leaned on the counter. "It's extremely effective. Has zero negative effect on the brain." He pointed. "Y'see what I'm getting at?"
She did! Any drug used on Satoko couldn't mess up his mind, couldn't mess with Diasuta, that power, For One's All.
It had to be something not necessarily mild, but addicting all the same, that went right into the blood stream. Nothing that ate brain cells.
"The drug you were thinking for darts was probably a knock-out one of some sort hm?"
She nodded into her ice cream.
Any person outside of thier conversation, if they were to understand it at all, would think they were the vilest people.
And honesty, they really were.
But the Japanese maids just happily folded a blanket and walked by, one of them took out a rag and dusted a vase, then they left the connected den area.
"This new drug is called YOU-X. It's similar to Ecstasy. But, it's as addicting as heroin. Also, here's the part that's great, and makes it a 'great' drug!" He got a little hyped. "It only effects the body's nervous system, which in-turn amplifies what is there naturally, and does not destroy cells. That's the only part of the brain it touches, as the brain signals the body to 'feel' through the nerves in the skin. No long term damaging effects. But it makes a person want to stay in a perpetual 'amped' state of mind, where they continually feel sexually peaked."
"Does it create a uphoric sense like marijuana?"
"Yea, there is a little weird shit like that, not as severe as a hallucinogen." The doctor got a bit grimy in word. "Just ultimately desiring. Lusting. Brooding. Chasing. Anything connected to an extreme sense of physical attraction. It's all the hype. It makes people feel young and sexy again, as well as slightly 'floaty', it's borderline pharmaceutical really." He, through his hand gestures, was describing. "There have been some thoughts of possible shipments to med corps. in connection to over-the-counter sales with the elder population."
"So what would that do to someone?" She was nearly done with her dessert.
"Keeps them aroused, ready to hit the sheets, kind of animalistic, until they are either satisfied, or it wears off. It makes you 'want'. That's really why it's perfect for the aging population that loose sexual activity as the years pile on. But I have to admit, one draw back is that the weening-off stage can be volitile. Withdraw is usually pretty messy."
She smiled at her father. "I think we should use that. It would pair well with the new set of emotions I'm dreaming up for Kasaya and Diasuta."
"I'm glad."
"Since we can't shoot it into him, there's got to be another way."
"Yea." Her father grabbed the wine bottle and popped the cork, pouring her glass full. She took it. "We'll figure it out." He was glad they'd had this conversation. "It's only in injectable form currently. I'm sure we could get it farmed down to capsule soon enough."
"What does it look like when a person is high from it? Just curious. Because if Kasaya was around in the clubs, I'd want him to appear fairly normal functioning."
"Ah. He will. It's just the same as some of the milder drugs; dilated pupils, a bit of quivering but not huge tremors, some laughing, a bit of unevenness in their step." He breathed in and slowly out. "Honestly it seems like a pretty good way to get high. Lasts awhile too."
"Oh?"
"One pull is 36 hours. An ultimate best. Enough for a person out there to find someone to have intercourse with for a whole day if they wanted."
What was strange is any other father and daughter would not speak like this with one another, about such gruesome topics, but thier relationship was honest, even if they were who they were.
They shared everything. Asked open questions with one another.
They wanted to rule Japan, they were a team.
Her mother was out of the picture, as in she was dead now, so it was just them.
"Sounds like too long almost."
He laughed, a loud barreling one. "It'll go great with your emotional controls, strengthen them if anything! That's what I'm getting at!"
"Geesh. It know damn it." She wanted to use it on Kasaya as quickly as possible. She'd feed him that tablet and force him to sit in the club with her extremely high, feeling aroused, and her controlling aspects of him that made him a good hitman in her books.
She couldn't wait to watch him slam his stuff into someone's backside. With her control and the drug, she was sure that it would probably go along even more entertaining than before.
That, and she bet if Kasaya was consistently fueled by a drugged feeling that he would get sex or something after doing a good deed, then she wouldn't have to make up that room, where she'd have him have sex with a man as a treat.
Or maybe... she would anyway. She still wanted to watch that happen.
But maybe it would be just once.
Or maybe him being aroused consistently, would be enough for her entertainment.
Who knew?
Either way, the drug WOULD help make the emotion controls stronger and that was the fuel she needed right now.
It was just a matter of either finding a way to get him off that campus, or them getting a way into the campus.
And as her dad said:
They'd figure it out.