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@yazhun_sanvun: She could feel the weight of the man on top of her, trying to force his way past her clothing. His body pressing hard against hers, there was no use in fighting back. All she could do now was pray, silently calling to her ancestors for their divine invention. Her prayers were heard but came in the form of something else entirely. The doors burst open and several other men entered through, quickly securing the rooms and drawing out Makoto’s and his men away from Angela and Hiroko. “Mama, what are we going to do? This whole thing has fallen apart. Not as we planned.” Angela whispered, the situation had become more complicated than before. The room-filled chattering soon came to an end with silence as a man entered the premise. Striding past his men with a polished steel katana, adorned with those of ancient texts on the handle, his demeanor immediately brought respect from everyone. This was the infamous Yakuza gang and their leader, but an extension from those who followed the old principle and traditions, that which came before them, they were the San-Vun clan.
Like many others, the Yakuza’s were no friends to them, in fact they were their oppressors. Similar to many other parts of the worlds, be it Gothic City, New Orleans, and even Tokyo, the vie for power was almost inescapable with such figures involved. Japan has known a lot of inner turmoil from within, more so than from enemies afar, all wrestling for control of land. This long-age battle dates as far as the young days of Japan, back to when Himiko first graced the throne. Angela and Hiroko represented a faction long held in subjugation by the others, a faction that had spawned from the days of Shaman Queen’s reign all whom were powerful and frightening. Although each faction respected the rules of power, the struggle for control often place them at war with one another. In the end, the tactical and strategical prowess of the Yakuza reigned supreme, their impeccable talents and influences stretched to the seas south of Asia into the island that became known as Madripoor. Restraining the other factions, they sway rule with an iron fist, and instill fear to those under them, making every little effort of rebellion futile.
Initially, Angela had returned home to restore her glory, but Hiroko brought her back for something else, their honor.
"They'll find you. They always will..."
The words were repeated in her mind, the rest that followed after was drowned in silence. She's played this game before, constantly on the run from those of greater power. Despite all her prowess, she was but an one-man army against any entire hive, they held all the advantages. But even in this disadvantaged, her prestigious lifestyle and status afforded her connections and powers that the common-folks heavily relied on, after all, the world revolved around little men and people like herself had to play their part in this shady part of life.
Its been too long since she returned home to the land of the rising sun, nothing has change, and she doesn't think it will for a long time. Cherry blossoms were blooming in multiple parks and botanical gardens, such a pretty sight for sore eyes, it was a reminder of the kind of illusions she constructed her life to be. Her sabbatical from the states was more business than it was personal, she was more wary of making public appearances as a face like hers was hard to not recognize. But there were places made for people like her, for those seeking confinement or pleasure, a secret location hidden in the murky belly of the beast that is Tokyo. A place of neutral territory for people of high influences but it was also a breeding ground for those of the worst kind, even places for desperate girls like herself.
"Are you sure?" she asked nervously while rocking back and forth, a trait almost unheard of from her. "Of course I am, tiger lily. I've been in this for way too long. Nothing is what they always appeared to be. You of all people should know this by now. This is no different. The men we will be meeting tonight is no different then from those we grew accustomed to. So be the good actress you are and I will take care of the rest. What ever happens tonight, just remember one thing. Your survival. You want to live, then you better live, because tonight no one is coming out unscratched." taking a puff from cigarette, Hiroko was confident in her abilities, scenarios such as the one she mentioned has been played out before, numerous times for women in history, Japanese woman were no exception. She's been the one protecting the fugitive ever since her escape from Gothic City, hiding the young girl behind veils of powers and deceit. But she knew her craft would fail them, distance was her only advantage and the powers that sought them would eventual catch up and shatter it.
Tonight it would change. The transaction sealed her fate, for better or worse. There was no turning back now.
Timing was up and the benefactors came knocking on their doors, three gentlemen with eyes of hunger and lust entered the private room. The parties involved were away from the eyes and ears of those in the lower floor with the main establishments of fine entertainment. A different form of entertainment was about to commence for them here. "Just as we agreed, calling in the favors you owe me, Makoto." the two ladies sat opposite as the men stood up unseated. The man smiles as he presents a perfect paragon diamond, rare in it's form. "You mean this? Yes? Well here you go." walking over he handed it to the young girl and walked back to his former position, suddenly the two men behind him pulled their guns on the two ladies, "I hope you don't mind, but I don't want to go home empty-handed or better yet.... unsatisfied." planned on there part, he directed his men to remove Hiroko from the room and do as they please with her, even if they wanted the same kind of fun. They forcefully grabbed the older woman and escorted her out leaving the young lady behind. She wasn't surprised, but yet she was, perhaps it was the sense that she no longer could protect herself. The deal had turned a 180. There was little she could do now but surrender to the man that trapped her. He began walking towards her, unbuckling his belt with one hand and a gun aimed with the other, he licked his lips as he couldn't wait to feel and taste her.
Not long after, a scream could be heard in the room. The funny thing was, the sound of pain and pleasure were both too identical to discern the differences between the two. But it was one of the many buried noises in the building. Not a person in sight even bothered to care for it, as the party must continue on.
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