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Kiriko's Apartment, Ueno, Tokyo, August 3rd 20XX, 11:00PM

"I…I couldn't forget her face she made when she had me locked in her room, tied to that bed, the insanity laden in her voice was frightening" explained Jonathan, recalling the tail end of his tumultuous relationship with Hana Song, his hand reaching for his chest where she left her permanent mark on him, a detail that Jonathan felt was better left untold. Kiriko took a brief glance before facing Jonathan again.
"Jesus…" she remarked. "I've heard of some crazy girls in my life but nothing like that. She was that obsessed with you that she would go as far as drugging you, kidnapping you, monitoring you…assaulting you….I couldn't imagine how hard it's been for you all this time Jonathan" the strength of her voice faltered a small bit as her emotions began to overwhelm her, completely taken aback by Jonathan's story. "And yet, you went to the other side of the world and back to save Hana's life…despite the fact she almost had you killed in an explosion…you have a heart of gold, I'll give you that" she said, struggling to keep the tears in her eyes from flowing down her cheeks.
"I thought it was over, and for a while I felt like it was" he said, slumping his back into the couch's soft leather cushions. "But then, she found me - I don't even know how - and then…agh" he raised a hand to his face to try and recompose himself, but the emotions became too much for him. "S-Sorry…I just…" he mumbled out, trying to stand up, but Kiriko wouldn't let him.
"K-Kiriko?" he said, surprised that she held her hand softly - but firmly - against his chest, over the place he had touched earlier.
"I don't know what's under this jumper and shirt, but you have to tell me the rest, Jonathan. You've come so far…" she leaned in against him, her small chest pushing against his, her body now sitting on top of his lap. She could feel his heartbeat beginning to race faster and faster, their faces mere inches apart. "...so don't let the pain stop you from letting me help you bare it" she moved her hand from his chest to his face, seemingly her go to move to try and calm him down, but for what it was worth, it worked.
"A-about a ye-year later, Ha - no, she arrived in T-Tokyo…I-I don't know h-how she found me but one day, s-seven years ago, I was waiting for someone in K-Kayabacho and then, I saw her…I couldn't forget her face that day. Beautiful…but her eyes were soulless, like she'd been possessed or something. A-And then…"
"And then what?" Kiriko said calmly, the alcohol from earlier now completely gone from her system.
"...she said "I love you " and"goodbye "…before she walked onto the busy road…and…well, you know" he said, on the verge of breaking down into tears.
"O-oh…my God" she had an air of disbelief in her voice. She didn't think his pain went this deeply, or that one person would go this far to hurt someone else, even if it was in the name of "love". In that moment, Kiriko knew she had a decision to make, to help him bear the weight of his pain, his loneliness, his fears. Jonathan's whimpers became audible as she felt the tears roll down from his eyes into her hands, still holding his face.
"Jonathan, right now, I can't do much more than this, so please accept this from me as proof you can trust me" she said, looking into his blue eyes, filled with pain and anxiety, before closing her own and moving her face in towards his for a brief, but powerful kiss, her soft lips leaving a taste of cinnamon and alcohol on his, as he pressed his own lips back against hers if only for the briefest of moments. She leaned back, smiling at him, his face still in her hands.
"You're a good person, Jonathan Cujoh-san, and I want to know more about you than just your pain and fears. I will carry them with you, so if you need to cry…if you need to talk to someone…I'll be here for you, and I know that, eventually, I could rely on you to help me all the same. But for now, let's just leave it at that kiss. All that other stuff, it can wait, until we're ready for it. But I promise you…" she began moving her hand away from his face, onto her own chest.
"...I won't leave you. If I'm ready, and you're not, I'll wait for you, no matter how long that takes…is that okay with you, Jonathan?" she asked with the most genuine smile he'd seen in years from anyone. He nodded in response, still trying to recompose himself.
"There there" she said, patting his head softly. "Let it all out. I'm going to go and get you a blanket, okay?" she said, standing up from the couch before heading into the other side of the apartment, and before even a minute had passed for Jonathan to even think about what had just happened, she returned back with a large blanket.
"Foxes…you really, really love foxes" he said, chuckling.
"Well, they're part of who I am, I guess" she said, shrugging before sitting down beside him, throwing the now unfolded blanket over the both of them.
"Aren't you going to sleep in your bed?" he asked, amused by her actions.
"I think that it's better this way. I don't know why. We both don't have work tomorrow, so we can afford to do all those silly things that people who fool around with each other do-"
"Ooooh so you're fooling around with me, okaaaaay missy I see how it is" he said in a clearly sarcastic and joking manner, laughing aloud, Kiriko giggling along with him.
"You know what I meannn, I mean like, waking up late in some random person's apartment, leaving before they wake up, all that hokey stuff you see on TV and the like '' she said, snuggling up closer to him.
"Are you sure you're taking things slow here?" he asked, sincerity evident in his voice. She looked away briefly, and then back at him.
"Well, maybe just…one more kiss" her soft voice timidly leaked. "B-but this time you have to kiss me, since you're the man and all!" she said, trying to sound confident. Jonathan scratched his head at yet another casually sexist remark that was thrown at him for the second time in 48 hours before obliging. He leaned in with a powering presence, cradling her securely in his arms, placing his hands both on her back and the back of her head before pushing his lips onto hers. A soft whimper escaped Kiriko's vocal chords, Jonathan pulling away from her for only a brief second before she pushed herself back onto him, passionately locking lips with the man in front of her. Grabbing hold of his hair and hand softly, he kept kissing him, again and again, before the heat rising from her lower half began to rise. She needed to do something before she would lose control of herself, she couldn't let herself get too carried away especially after the story she just heard. But the kissing, her tongue now mixing and twisting with his as they explored each other's mouth, was nearly too good to give up, every kiss of hers now reaching further and further into his mouth, wanting to search and feel every inch of him. But, she managed to barely pull herself away from him, the saliva between their lips forming a web connecting them, their panting and exhalations echoing throughout the otherwise silent apartment room.
"Just…one…huh?" Jonathan said, trying to catch his breath.
"Yeah…just one…and a few more…haah…hahh" she said, out of breath, her eyes now heavy from all the excitement the day had brought with it.
"I'm feeling…sleepy…goodnight…mister…transla…torrrr….zzzz….zzz" she fell asleep before he could even realise it. What the hell happened tonight? he thought, his mind now overflowing with thoughts, and Kiriko's slender frame laid on top of him. He gently moved her back to his left side, before he adjusted himself to make himself as comfy as he could (he did need to sleep sitting upright, after all) and closed his eyes, trying his best to fall into a slumber with the sweet and strange taste of cinnamon and alcohol plastered all over his mouth.

Cujoh Apartment, Ueno, Tokyo, 11:30 PM

"How the FUCK could you forget about her sister, Jesse?" Angela screamed over the phone, angry that Jesse McCree had let go of a critical piece of information surrounding Hana's death, which they now knew to be staged, but still didn't know why.
"Ziegler calm down, please. Look, I'm sorry that it turned out like this but it was a genuine slip of the mind."
"Tch, whatever" she was clearly pissed off, not for her own sake, but for Jonathan's. She knew that if he were to find out about this, his trust in both her, McCree and Hanzo would be shattered. She couldn't afford for him to lose trust in her…he was all she really had left after all.
"Anyways, this brings up another question," McCree said, adjusting himself in his chair. "Why'd Jiyeon do it? Why'd she willingly take her own life for Hana? I understand sibling love 'n all that but, even the tightest of brothers n' sisters wouldn't go that far, and I know Jiyeon wasn't that big on Hana to begin with, accordin' to what Vaswani told me anyways"
"Tch, I wouldn't have any idea in the slightest. At this stage the only person who'd know would be Hana, and trying to find her is easier said than done. She probably wants to stay hidden from us, for the time being, and I think that as long as Jonathan is safe and away from her, that gives us enough time to gather information. I'll ask Hanzo tomorrow about what we should do. In fact, I might invite him and Genji over for tea" Angela said in a tone of voice much calmer than she spoke with earlier.
"Alright, I think that I need to catch a flight to Tokyo at some stage this week. Things are startin' to heat up over there. Plus, I haven't seen Bigshot in about five or six years. It'd be nice to see him again"
"Hmph, if he's free to. He's out on a date right now, with some girl he met at a café yesterday. He hasn't come back home yet and I don't think he will be…" Angela took another glance at the clock on the wall. It was nearly midnight and there was still no sign of him. She hated to admit how worried she was now, especially with the sudden revelation of Hana's death being staged now apparent to her, but she knew that he trusted the girl, Kiriko, he was with. He's too naive, Angela. He's asking for trouble…she thought.

"Ahh, well, I'm sure if you tell him I'll be saddlin' up somewhere, he'll find time for me. After all, he owes me a drink I believe.
"Haha, he owes us a lot more than a drink at this stage. Look, it's getting late," Angela said with a yawn, failing to hide her tiredness from even the rarely attentive McCree. "I'll call you tomorrow with Hanzo and Genji"
"No problem, you take care Ziegler"
"And Jesse…" she said, her words trailing off.
"Hmm?"
"I'm sorry, about lashing out at you earlier. It wasn't like me"
"It's okay Ziegler, I mean it. Now you go get some rest now."
"Will do" she said, as the phone hung up from the other end. As the call ended, she saw a message on LINE from Jonathan had been delivered to her during the call. Without hesitation, she popped it open.
"hey, probably won't be home tonight. she's pretty drunk and i'm making sure she gets to bed safely. no, i'm not sleeping with her, before you ask because I KNOW you would have asked! see u tomorrow"

Thank goodness for that, she thought as she exhaled deeply. That small anxiety within her faded, and although it was only a small fear that was quelled, the real cause of most of her worries right now, Hana Song, was out there somewhere. The things I would say and do to that woman if I had just five minutes alone with her…I can't forgive her for what she did. The thought had often crossed Angela's mind, as it had again tonight while getting into bedt. Hana had completely dominated her in their last encounter, embarrassing Angela's pride beyond belief. She could still feel the shivering cold of the penknife pressed against her throat from that night eight years ago.

"If I could forget that night…the pain…even for a second…" she said as she got changed into her nightwear.
"...I'd do anything to go back to you…" she said, opening up a photo of her, Jonathan and Lena Oxton, her ex-girlfriend and Jonathan's close friend from childhood. That night on the plane…you told me you loved me, you held me in your embrace, I cradled you in my arms as we made love to one another…it was the best thirty minutes of my life…
…I'll never forgive Hana Song, as long as I live, she thought, her steel resolve now affirmed by her memories, and - in her eyes - Hana's cowardice. Angela could never say it to Jonathan, but deep down, she always thought Hana was the reason Lena was killed. It was Hana being kidnapped that led to her mind being controlled by Talon. It was their operation in Korea to rescue Hana from Talon that led Amelié Lacroix to try to shoot Hana, who was blocked by Jonathan, who Lena took the shot for.
After everything we did for you, all the sacrifices we made, all the hell we were put through by you and Talon…I'll make sure you never get a fairytale ending, bitch.

Kiriko's Apartment, 01:00AM, August 4th 20XX

Sleep was something Jonathan Cujoh rarely found himself finding easily. While there was an occasional day here or there where the exhaustion of exams or work would overwhelm him to just lose consciousness as soon as he hit the bed, most nights he struggled to sleep for hours after entering his bed. His eyes were closed, but his mind continued to wander as he replayed the events of the night in his head over and over again. The kissing from Kiriko had left him gobsmacked, her cinnamon flavour dominating his senses…it - if only for a brief moment - reminded him of the good times he had, before everything went oh so horribly wro-
"Hmm?"
He felt a small but very noticeable heat rising from his chest, or rather, it was coming from somewhere else onto his chest. He groggily opened his eyes, and noticed that the now fast asleep Kiriko was…crying, her tears pooling on his shirt, staining it with her overflowing sadness. He tried moving his hand to hold the back of her head in comfort but before he could touch her, a brief whimper could be heard from her.
"..Papa…Hashimoto…Mama…" she gripped Jonathan's scarred chest with her left hand, pulling herself closer into him as he watched on, lowering his hand back to where it originally was.
I guess she's got her own pain to deal with too, huh…he thought, once again closing his eyes.
Kiriko…I'll protect you. I owe you at least that much he, perhaps foolishly, thought to himself. He wanted to see this woman - a woman he knew for less than two days - as happy as she could be. But for now, all he could do was let her hold him, and try his best to fall back into a slumber of some kind.

Hashimoto Offices, Shinjuku, Tokyo, 01:52AM

"Where are we with our outstanding debtors?" a man dressed in a black suit and unbuttoned shirt, pulling a cigarette from his mouth, asked the other three people at the table.
"Akande is fully paid up, sir," said a lower ranking officer. "Those Talon people are always good for their word, he asked me to tell you sir" the officer finished, voice filled with nerves.
"That they do, Kojima-kun, that they do. A few of the fuckers round here could learn a thing or two when it comes to respect, heh, ironic considerin' these are terrorists we're talkin' about here." He finished his cigarette, discarding it into the ashtray in front of him. The man, in his mid-fourties, looked down at his papers to look at his next debtor, a man named Kazuhiro Yoshida.

"What about this err, Yoshida guy? He was due last week and I see it's still open" he looked over at the other junior officer, a girl in her late teens, who was desperately fumbling with her papers trying to find the one labeled "Yoshida".
"I sent my lieutenant to sort that" a dominant sounding female voice from his right called out. It was the voice of the head of the Hashimoto clan, the voice of the only female Yazuka leader in Japan, the voice of Hiromi Hashimoto, a thirty-one year old who quickly rose to the top of the clan through the sudden death of her father, Sojiro.
"Tch, you and that Korean dog of yours…" grunted the older man, the head of collections and finance, Jun Kuriyama, a man who was loyal to the Hashimoto and owed them his life after they took him in as a young man. He was practically best friends with Sojiro, but his relationship with Hiromi was strictly professional, though he didn't like taking orders from a woman.
"She gets results. Her being Korean has nothing to do with her abilities, in fact if it weren't for her I'd say you would be lucky to still be sitting here, Kuriyama-san" she smiled at him, but it was not a kind, warm smile. It was one telling him he had better know his place.
"Y-yeah, whatever" he slumped back in his chair. "Is she going to get the money?" he asked, clearly pissed off.
"She'll get the money or his life, the debt is settled either way" said Hashimoto, her eyes drawn towards the last file on today's brief.
"What? Oh, the Yamagami file, yeah I looked into the girl, she's not in Tokyo by the looks of things." Kuriyama explained, lazily looking through his own copy.
"Oh I wouldn't be so sure if I was you, Kuriyama-san, after all her mother still works in the city as a police officer and little Kiriko is still quite young, there's no way she'd have left home in her what, mid-twenties to live by herself, not in this economy" she continued to peruse the file in front of her.
"But we couldn't find anything on Kiriko Yamagami anywhere in the big five districts. Nothin' in Shinjuku, Shibuya, Ikebukuro, Ueno or Tokyo. Besides, why not make the ol' lady pay the debt? It was her husband who fleeced us in the first place, and the girl could be dead for all we know!" he said, tossing the file back onto the table.
"You know as well as I do, Kuriyama-san, that messing with the police is not a good idea. Especially the ones in Chiyoda. As for the girl, I doubt she's dead. Her mother is protecting her somehow. If I saw her again, I'd know her face…after all, I was the one who tore her family apart to begin with"

"Then instead of going after the girl directly, why don't we get her mom to tell us where she is?" a new voice said, walking into the room. "Pardon the intrusion, I was…busy" said the woman walking in, tossing a bag onto the table in front of Hashimoto. The woman, Hana Song, sat against the wall behind Hashimoto and lit up a cherry flavoured cigarette, her favourite brand. Hashimoto took a brief peek inside the bag.
"Ah, Hana-chan, my dear, congratulations on another job well done" said Hashimoto with sincerity etched into her voice. She was the woman who brought Hana into the organisation seven and a half years ago, after they struck a deal, one which would have Hana work for her until she didn't see any use for her anymore, which to Hana could have meant anything from being fired to being publicly executed. She didn't mind either way, as long as she got her two wishes. One of them was fulfilled, to be "reunited" with her estranged sister, Jiyeon Song, and the other, she was close to attaining. Hashimoto treated Hana with more respect than anyone else had in eight years. Hana couldn't care either way, as long as she was in Hashimoto's good books, no matter what it cost her.
"Ah, the foreign dog proves its worth once again!" exclaimed Kuriyama sarcastically.
"KURIYAMA-KUN" said Hashimoto derogatorily. "You will NOT speak that way about Hana-chan again. If I hear one more inkling of dissent from you, I will have your fucking finger cut off, do you understand?"
"Y-yes" he said wearily.
"YES WHAT?" she commanded
"YES HASHIMOTO-SAMA!" his fear echoing throughout the room, causing the young female officer across from him to gasp briefly.
"*ahem* Good. Now that we have the Yoshida issue resolved, and Akande is out of the red with us, we should turn our collection efforts onto Kiriko Yamagami. I think that you were on the right track earlier, Hana-chan" she said, smiling at her again, to which Hana replied with a soft smile of her own.
"Arigatou Hashimoto-sama" Hana bowed to her master.
"I need you to scout out Asa Yamagami, she's a receptionist officer at the Metropolitan Police Station in Chiyoda. Her daughter owes us a debt of nearly a million yen and we can't seem to find her at all." She said, handing Hana the file on both Asa Yamagami and Kiriko.
"You want me to find out information on the girl, from her mother?"
"Correct as always, Hana-chan" she said, turning her attention back to the table in front of her.
"This meeting is dismissed. You can all leave now, and Kuriyama-kun…don't let the door hit you on the way out"
"Tch" he snarled as he left, Hana attempting to go behind him.
"Ahh, Hana-chan, please stay, I need to discuss something with you in private" she said, Hana closing the door before turning around to face her boss.
"Yes, my master?" she said, putting her body into a kneeling position as she always did when she addressed Hashimoto when they were alone.
"You know I prefer it when you call me Hiromi, Hana-chan…" she said in a childish voice, turning her back to Hana to pour her out a drink to celebrate another job well done. Hana rolled her eyes while Hashimoto was turned around. I guess I'll be 'busy' again tonight…no late night investigation on Jonathan I guess she thought, knowing that Hashimoto had plans for her tonight, but not related to her job as lieutenant.
"Please, stand Hana-chan" said Hashimoto, holding out a glass of whiskey.
"On the rocks…you know me of so well, mas-, I mean, Hiromi-sama"
"Well I wouldn't be a good…"partner" if I didn't" she winked at Hana, before taking a drink from her glass, Hana following suit.
"How's the hunt for your man or whatever going" she said somewhat dismissively, irking Hana on the inside, but Hana kept control. She needed to, and it was the one piece of leverage Hiromi had on her. If Hana snapped, and let the woman inside her, the one that surfaced within her all those years ago, her true self, emerge from within, she would no doubt do something horrible to Hashimoto, and then eight years of planning would be out the window.
"It's…going as it always has" she said, lying to her master outright, but she was good at hiding the lie. If there was anything Hana knew she was good at, other than her gaming skills, it was lying and acting. She knew life wasn't a game anymore, Jonathan Cujoh and Lena Oxton taught that to her, but she needed to focus on what was in front of her. Hashimoto finished her drink before walking over to the door behind her and locking it.
"Follow me" she beckoned Hana to follow her, who quickly finished her own glass of whiskey, following Hiromi into her private office in the back, Hana knowing exactly what she planned on doing to her.

"It sure is hot in here…."said Hiromi, taking off her jacket as she closed the door behind Hana, stepping up to the Korean girl, mere inches away from your face.
"You know, if you find that Yamagami girl, I'll personally find that man for you…but you have to do something for me first" she said, taking Hana's own jacket off, undoing the smaller woman's top button her shirt, leaning in her her neck, taking a brief smell of Hana's scent, her cherry blossom perfume mixing with her sweat was an addictive smell for Hiromi. She placed her lips gently on Hana's soft, pale neck, her left hand undoing her own top.
"I need you to be my woman again, Hana-chan…" she placed a tongue tinged kiss onto Hana's neck, causing her to whimper and shudder.
"Like I told you, your wish…is…uhn…my command…master…" she said, struggling to contain her gasps as Hiromi teased her neck. "Call…*ahn* me Hiromi…" she said, her top now fully undone, revealing her large chest held up by a deep blue bra, her hands now working on undoing Hana's own shirt and tie.
"Oh my" she said, moving her face back for a moment. "It's not like you to miss the blood on your tie…mistakes must be punished, Hana-chan" she said wryly, ripping Hana's top completely off before pulling Hana's hands over her head, tying them up with Hana's blood laiden tie. She then sat on top of Hana with a commanding presence.
"Y-yes, ma-, Hiromi" she said, as Hiromi began to undo Hana's bra, it was covered in small pink bunny rabbits, her favourite animal in the whole world.
"Cute…I knew you were always my little bunny rabbit" said Hashimoto, teasing Hana's now exposed nipples, slowly dragging her finger across both of them one at a time, an agonizing pleasure began to build up within Hana. It was a pleasure she didn't want. She couldn't stand the idea of being intimate with anyone but her beloved Jonathan but Hiromi was her ticket to him, and she was oh so very good with her fingers. As much as Hana wanted to, she couldn't deny the pleasure Hiromi gave her, as Hiromi began undoing her own bra, exposing her breasts to Hana, perfectly at Hana's eye level.
"Suck them, bite them, ravage them as you wish, Hana-chan" commanded her boss. Without hesitation, Hana placed her tongue on Hiromi's right areola, circling it gently before sucking harshly, pulling her usually inward nipple outwards, causing a cry of pleasure from her boss, Hiromi's hands now moving towards unbuckling Hana's belt.
"Ahhhhn Hana-chann….aahhh…you are such a good little thing! AhnnnnnNNNN!" She cried out as Hana's tongue motions increased in their pace, biting sharply onto her nipples as Hana's panties were now on the floor, her naked body now exposed for only Hiromi to see. Hiromi focused her attention on Hana's mouth now, forcibly entering it with her long tongue, writhing and slithering all over the Korean girls mouth, her right hand pinching Hana's protruding nipples, her left sliding over Hana's vagina, her juices slowly but surely flowing.
"I…nnn…think it's time…we…..nnnnnn….ahhh…got down to….punishing you….nnn Hanaaa-channn" she pulled away, spitting her and Hana's collected saliva into Hana's mouth, who without hesitation, swallowed the mixture whole, keeping her tongue out for more while Hiromi went over to a box in the corner, unlocking it with anticipation.

"It's been about a year…and last time, you were in control, but tonight you were sloppy, so I think you need to be reminded…" she said with a grin, producing a large, white strap-on dildo "...who your boss is, you filthy little whore" she said, inserting the vibration module into her own vagina, testing the gyroscope activated vibrator with a test thrust before walking back over to Hana, tossing her around onto her knees, her arms still tied above her head. She calibrated a few more settings before pouring the fake semen into the ballsack of the device, pressing the tip against Hana's wet entrance.
"You're getting it rough tonight Hana-chan" she leaned into Hana's ear, blowing on it with every word she said. "Tonight I remind you of why you're here, why you need ME!" she shouted as she pushed her way inside Hana, who cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, the lack of lube making Hiromi's entrance into her a hellish experience, but one she foolishly wanted more of as Hiromi began deeply thrusting inside her.
"AAAAHHHNNN, HIROMI, I..I..AAAAHHH!" she screamed as Hiromi's pace increased tenfold.
"You don't need that man"
Hold it in, hold her in, keep your cool.
"You need me, I need you! Oh FUCK this is so fucking good, a man couldn't give you this!"
Hold. it. in. Hold. her. in. Keep. your. cool.
"Ohhhnnnnn Goooood here it comes….ahannn…aaaa…. I'm gonna cum inside you Hana, I'm gonna fucking fill your pussy up, cream that little Korean womb up with my fucking cock, oh ffffffffuuuuuuCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!" she screamed, as the vibrator inside her went into overdrive. She pressed down hard on the shaft of the dildo, releasing the semen inside Hana, its cold, sticky mass flowing into her womb and on her vaginal walls. Without even a second to take in what had happened, she was turned around, a rubber dick covered in her own vaginal juices slapping her on the nose and mouth.
"Take it in Hana. Smell it" said Hashimoto, pushing the rubber phallus against Hana's nose with strength, as Hana obliged and took a deep smell of her own fluids.
"That's the smell of pleasure, now have a taste TOO!" Hiromi said, forcing the rubber penis down Hana's throat with strength, Hana's eyes rolling into the back of her head reflexively. This was the one thing she couldn't hate, it was something she only got a brief taste of with her "husband" but she hated to admit how much she loved it when Hashimoto forced herself into Hana's throat like this. Hana's lower half began to convulse in pleasure and she licked and sucked every inch of her juices from Hashimoto's rubber dick, her pulling out after 10 minutes of force fucking Hana's throat.
"AHHHH….Haaa….haaaa…." Hana exhaled sharply, now free from Hashimoto, who unmounted Hana and returned the dildo back to its box.
"I'm needed for a meeting between the clans. I'm sure you can clean up this mess while I'm gone, Hana-chan" said Hashimoto with a sweet voice baked with a sinister undertone. She walked back over to Hana, bent down to look at her face, with ruined makeup all over it, before spitting on her once again, copping a quick feel of her breasts before leaving.

Hana knew she was Hashimoto's dog in more than one way, but she vowed to always be loyal to her, no matter what, to get what she wanted.

She now had to clean up and refocus on her new task; finding Asa Yamagami, and force her by whatever means necessary, to reveal the location of her daughter Kiriko.

Soon, Jonathan…she thought, opening up her phone and looking at the rushed photo she took of him from the day before.

You will be mine soon again, teehee!

(Authors Note: Well, that was a bit spicy, huh? I figured it was time for some sexy shananigans in the story as we meet the Hashimoto clans leader, her obsession with Yamagami will become clearer as the chapters go on, and I wanted to try and show a litte bit of a sympathetic side ot Hana's situation as she has to deal with being a Korean grunt (with some privileges) in the Japanese yakuza. Jonathan and Kiriko warmed up to each other but managed to at least show some restraint, where as Angela lost her cool with McCree who is now on his way to Tokyo. By the way, on the topic of McCree, I understand that some people may be uncomfortable with me calling him that given what happened at Blizzard last summer, and while I would change his name to Cassidy, I feel like using his old name makes things more consistent with the previous story (Which if you haven't read already, wtf are you doing reading this! Go and read part one, it's on my profile!). I apologize for any discomfort you may feel when seeing his name but please be assured, my McCree and the real scumbag who he was named after are NOTHING alike. As per usual, thanks for following this story and please keep the reviews coming! I'm loving the feedback you've been giving me so far. See you next time in Chapter 7!)