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Superia #6: Trouble in Tokyotown pt. 1
by Sigma
Author’s Note: Okay, so here’s the deal with this story. I messed up the numbering on the Superia stories so they’re one ahead of where they should be. Providence was number 10 when it should’ve been 9, because number 6 doesn’t exist. Fortunately, I had a plot in mind that fits that point in the timeline. I just never wrote it because I wanted to prioritize everything that had to do with Panopticon instead. So here’s that lost story. It takes place sometime between “Hope and Valor” and “Queens and Tyrants”. It’s a quick, self-contained adventure with Superia and Iron Crane vs the Yakuza. I banged this one out while brainstorming Providence’s follow-up.
I
The sounds of grunting and skin hitting skin filled the room, and neither Naomi Grant nor Asa Miyazawa would let up.
Asa charged across the gym mat in the training room, and threw a series of punches and kicks that Naomi dodged and blocked. Naomi responded with her own counterattacks, which Asa skillfully blocked and batted aside.
Both women were in skintight workout outfits, Naomi wearing a tight gray sports bra and booty shorts, while Asa had on white leggings and a matching halter top. Sweat caused their clothes to cling to their curvy, athletic bodies, and both women breathed heavily as they eyed each other.
Naomi dug her bare feet into the mat and Asa did the same. They then charged, closed in, and threw punches at the same time.
Asa grunted when Naomi’s punch landed square in the middle of her tight stomach. Naomi grunted when Asa’s punch caught her in the jaw. Both women fell back and collapsed onto the mat.
Naomi’s tits heaved with heavy breath as she looked back at a clock that read 7pm.
“Asa,” Naomi said.
“Yes?” Asa breathed heavily.
“We’ve been at this for four fucking hours. Let’s just call it a night.”
“Agreed. Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.”
“How does ramen sound?”
“Amazing.”
“Then, we will go shower and I will take you to my favorite shop in my neighborhood.”
*
An hour later, the two of them were at a table at a ramen restaurant in Delta City’s Tokyotown neighborhood. Naomi changed into a tight tanktop and sweatpants that hugged her thighs and ass. Asa wore a simple button-down blouse and slacks and the two of them sat in comfortable silence, finishing two more bowls and adding them to the growing pile. Asa signaled the cook to prepare two more bowls.
“Where the hell’d you learn to fight like that?” Naomi asked.
“It’s a style of karate my clan refined over the centuries,” Asa told her. “I trained in it from the time I could walk. I know other styles, but that is my main one.”
“Oh yeah, Del told me about your clan. So, it’s like a massive extended family, right?”
“Yes,” Asa nodded. “The Miyazawa clan is just under 500 strong, mostly concentrated in Japan. Though there are clan members here in America, mainly Hawaii, California, and New York City.”
“Shit, 500? You’re the only one here in Delta?”
“Yes. I came here a few years ago and liked it enough to stay,” Asa explained as a server brought more food. “What about you? Where did you learn to fight?”
“I took lessons growing up,” Naomi explained. “Boxing, Kickboxing, Wrestling, BJJ. Anything to stay active. It’s always the one thing I’ve been good at.”
“You have a natural talent. I can tell,” Asa said while grabbing a bottle. “Would you like some sake?”
“Nah, I don’t drink anymore.”
“Anymore?”
“Alcohol landed my ass in a Nevada prison for a year, just before I moved here. Never touching that shit again.”
“Huh…” Asa said, pouring herself some sake. “Well now I have to know what happened.”
“I had just left California after living there for about a year. I was partying in Fortune City with these people I met at a club. Way too many shots later, we were being menaces in one of the casinos and this guy none of us knew was getting handsy. So I punched him. Then a cop tried to stop me, so I punched him too. And his partner, and their sergeant. I got tased, got collared, then got 18 months in state prison, but out in 12 for good behavior. I promptly got my shit, bought the cheapest car that could run, and got the fuck out of Nevada.”
Asa smirked behind her raised cup. “I don’t suppose you made many friends in prison.”
“Honestly, it was pretty boring. I just watched TV and worked out most of the time. Wasn’t shit else to do and no one really messed with me, I guess because they saw the collar.”
“You could have read some books,” Asa said.
“No, because I’m not a fucking nerd, you nerd,” Naomi protested.
Asa rolled her eyes and set her cup down. Her eyes then went wide when she looked past Naomi.
Naomi slurped noodles from her bowl and then looked at Asa. “What?” she looked back and across the restaurant, saw a group of Asian men and women in suits, laughing loudly and drinking while they ate. At the head of the table sat a young man with short, black hair. He looked across and saw the two women. He smirked and raised a glass to them.
Naomi turned around. “You know them, Asa?”
“They are from the Igarashi-Kai, a Yakuza syndicate,” Asa explained.
“Should we expect trouble?”
“No,” Asa said plainly. Just then, She got a message on her phone and read it. “Ah. I have a favor to ask.”
“What’s up?”
“My assistant just messaged me. I received a book at my bookstore that Anisa asked me to order for her. Could you come with me to the shop and take it back to her?”
“Sure,” Naomi said. “Whatever it is, though, she should just watch the fucking movie. It’s faster.”
Asa shook her head and continued her dinner, glancing across the restaurant at the man in the suit, who watched her back.
*
The two of them walked the bustling, neon-lit streets of Tokyotown and Naomi looked around. “I rarely ever see this place at night. I had no idea it was this busy. One thing I’ve always wanted to know, though…”
“Hmm?” Asa asked.
“What’s up with those three office towers?” Naomi asked, pointing to three skyscrapers that dominated the neighborhood skyline.
“Ah. In the 1980s, during Japan’s economic boom, some conglomerates expanded their operations to America and put their headquarters here. They brought many of their workers with them, which is why Delta City has such a large population of Japanese immigrants. When the economy crashed, those companies all scaled back their operations, which included abandoning their offices. Many of the workers lost their jobs and could not afford to go back home. One of those companies was a food company and many of the employees continued working with its suppliers after the company left. It’s why Tokyotown has so many restaurants. Multiple businesses have offices in the towers now.”
It was a short walk from the restaurant to Hashira Booksellers. It sat on the first floor of a small, three story building and the bell at the door chimed when they walked in. A young Asian girl, no older than 20, with short, dark hair with blue streaks dyed in, smiled and bowed.
“Good evening, sensei. Welcome back,” the girl said to Asa.
Asa bowed back. “Good evening, Chiyo. This is Naomi, one of my colleagues.”
“Ah, yes, Superia. Hello,” Chiyo said with a smile.
“Yo,” Naomi said to the girl, who went on to lock the store up while Naomi and Asa went to the back room. “So she knows what you do?”
“Yes,” Asa said. “She knows the others as well.”
“Are you training her to join us?”
“Absolutely not. I don’t want her facing that kind of danger, especially because she is a normal human, unlike us,” Asa explained while going through packages that had been set aside. She found the book and gave it to Naomi.
Naomi looked at it, having no idea what she was looking at and then looked up at Asa. “Hey, you gotta any porn back here?”
Asa narrowed her eyes, turned Naomi around and shoved her toward the front door. “Goodnight, Naomi.”
“I’ll even take one of those cheesy novels with the ripped shirtless dudes on the front. Come on, you gotta have something for those lonely nights!”
Asa shoved her out the front door and locked it while Chiyo simply watched.
“She seemed nice, sensei,” Chiyo said.
“She’s an acquired taste,” Asa said, looking out the door to make sure Naomi left. She then turned to Chiyo and smiled. “Is there anything I need to know?”
“No, it was quiet today. I mostly straightened up.”
“Very good. You’re free to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
*
A short time later, after Chiyo had gone home and Asa locked the building, she went up to her apartment on the third floor. It was dark and quiet, just the way she liked it. She removed her shoes at the door and her bare feet felt good on the cool, wooden floors. She walked through the apartment, unbuttoning her blouse as she went to her bedroom. She removed her blouse, revealing a black lace bra holding in her shapely tits, and tossed it in her laundry basket. Her pants came off next and followed, and Asa sighed and undid her ponytail, letting her long, inky black hair fall to her shoulders as she stood in her bedroom in her bra and panties. She then turned on the bedroom light, and heard a slight creak in the floor. In an instant, she had the long, needle-like hair pin that had been keeping her hair up in hand, it’s sharp edge gleaming in the light, but a strong hand grabbed her neck from behind and another grabbed her wrist.
She froze in place, her heart racing in her ample chest as a familiar cologne filled her nose.
“Don’t tell me you’re losing your edge, Asa,” the man said smoothly.
Asa narrowed her eyes and looked back. “What are you doing here, Shigeru?”
He let her go and she turned to face him. It was the man from the ramen restaurant. He stood before Asa, roughly six feet tall with handsome features and warm, dark eyes.
Asa watched Shigeru Kitano smirk and she loosened the grip on her hair pin, her nipples erect under her bra despite her fury at him sneaking into her apartment.
“I need to reason to visit you? Especially after you ignored me at the restaurant?”
“I was with a friend…”
“Ah, yes, that was Naomi, right? She seemed nice.”
“She’s an acquired taste…” Asa said as Kitano walked around her. He lightly brushed the bare skin of her naked shoulder with his fingertips and Asa tried not to shudder at his touch. Still, she dropped her hairpin and it impaled itself in the floor. He put his arms around her waist and leaned in, kissing her on her shoulder and neck. He looked at the black symbol on the back of her shoulder and then glanced across her bedroom at the sheathed sword mounted on a rack.
“You still have that damned sword…”
Asa glanced at the weapon and put her hand on top of his. “Let’s not talk about that right now…” she turned to face him and put her arms over his shoulders. “Why did you come here?”
“I haven’t seen you in weeks,” he said. “You’re so busy with your friends.”
“Shigeru…” Asa said. “You know we shouldn’t be doing this...You’re Yakuza, and…”
Kitano kissed her to silence her. A hand slide down to her ass and squeezed, and another went to the back of her head. Asa moaned in pleasure as Kitano laid her on the bed. He lay on top of her, continuing to kiss her while exploring her body with his hands. He squeezed one of her breasts and his other hand grabbed at her panties and began sliding them off.
Asa’s heart raced at his touch, at his body weight and warmth on top of her, at his scent, she could feel herself getting lost in him. She reached up, touching the broad, taut muscles of his chest underneath his shirt and she deftly began to undo the buttons. She could feel his stiff cock under his pants, pressing against her crotch and she herself was beginning to grow wet.
Thoughts of a night of pleasure flooded Asa’s mind, and they only grew louder with each button she undid.
But then Asa stopped herself and Kitano sat up.
“No…” Asa breathed, her face flush. “We can’t do this. You can’t be here…”
Kitano sighed and sat up on the bed. Asa still lay down, her curvy body damp and glistening with sweat. He simply smiled and put a hand on her thigh, and Asa bit her lip.
“Some other time, perhaps,” Kitano said. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. He then buttoned his shirt, stood, and exited through the window.
Asa watched him go and then ran to the window. He was already gone, vanished into the shadows, and Asa closed the window and collapsed to the floor. She let out a sigh, her body warm and pulse still pounding. She touched herself, moaning lightly, and stared at the space under her bed. She crawled over and pulled out a small box, opening it to reveal a vibrator.
She turned it on, and the buzzing drowned out her thoughts as she pressed it to her clit, over top of her panties.
*
Naomi walked into the meeting room at HQ and found Anisa Carter, commonly known as Delphi, with a steaming cup of coffee, stacks of files, and a laptop at the conference table.
“Yo, Del,” Naomi said.
“Ah, Naomi, what are you still doing here so late?”
“I could be asking you the same,” Naomi said, grabbing a seat.
“Working,” Delphi said plainly.
“Yeah, well, take a break,” Naomi said, handing her the book.
Delphi’s face lit up. “I’ll have to thank Asa.”
“Question for you,” Naomi said. “What do you know about some Yakuza crew in T-town? The Iga-something…”
“Igarashi-Kai. They’re one of the two big Yakuza groups in Delta, the other being the Kiyota Clan. The Igarashi-Kai mostly control half of Tokyotown and some surrounding areas. Why?”
“Asa and I were having dinner at a ramen spot and some of them were there doing the same. Asa looked at one of them, a handsome fucker, and there was...I dunno, a weird vibe.”
Delphi nodded and typed on her laptop, before turning the screen to Naomi. “Was this the man?”
Naomi looked and instantly recognized him. “Yup!”
“Shigeru Kitano, head of the Kitano Family branch.”
“They an enemy?”
“Yes and no,” Delphi explained. “Tokyotown is Asa’s turf and we don’t typically operate there. Bombshell’s the only one who’s actually fought the Yakuza because, years ago, a certain vigilante arrived in Tokyotown and began killing Yakuza because she was after someone specific. I had to send Bombshell in there to catch the vigilante before both clans tore Tokyotown apart to find her.”
“Wait...was that Asa?” Naomi asked
Delphi nodded. “It gets better. Kitano’s mother, Fumi, was a Yakuza widow back in Tokyo who married a man named Junji Miyazawa.”
“A clan member of Asa’s?!” Naomi asked. “So, this Kitano guy is related to Asa?”
“No, Junji isn’t his father. Fumi’s first husband was. Anyway, Fumi got Junji to defect from the clan and join the Igarashi-Kai. Clan leadership saw this as a threat. Fumi and Junji needed to be eliminated. They’re assassin? Maiko Miyazawa. Asa’s mother.”
“Holy shit…”
“Fumi was an Aphrodite as is Maiko, so it was a long battle, but Maiko eventually won and killed them both. She spared Shigeru because she couldn’t bring herself to kill a child, especially when she had one around the same age.”
“So, does Kitano want revenge on Asa?”
“No, that’s just it,” Delphi said. “Shigeru and Asa, as they grew older, became a thing. They kind of still are a thing...it’s complicated.”
“Whaaat...the fuck?”
“I know! Shigeru rose through the ranks and was sent here to establish his own family office. It was pure coincidence when Asa was hunting a man who had connections to the Igarashi-Kai and her trail led her here and they crossed paths again. Once I saw the bloodshed she was capable of, I sent Bombshell and she and Asa fought until we could appeal to her.”
“So’s Asa’s ex is some Yakuza prince?”
“Basically.”
“Ooooh, I had no idea that bitch’s life was so messy,” Naomi grinned. “ I’m gonna grill her about all of this next time I see her. Thanks Del!”
“If Asa stabs you because of this, don’t come crying to me,” Delphi said as Naomi left.
*
Kitano opened the door to the Kitano family office and saw the faces of his men look up at him the minute he entered. The men were usually watching TV, eating, reading or playing cards and video games while hanging out at the office, but it was dead silent before the boss even walked in.
Kitano didn’t have to ask why. He looked right at the reason, a middle-aged man in a flashy suit, with a beard and long ponytail smirked at him and waved. With the man was a tall, short-haired woman with sharp features and two men who were clearly sumo wrestlers from their rotund builds.
“Kitano-san,” the man with the beard said, getting up.
Nobu, Kitano’s right hand man, slid up next to his boss. “Kenshiro Oda, boss. He and his people were sent here from Tokyo…”
Kitano nodded and eyed him.
Oda approached Kitano with arms outstretched and a wide smiled. He then slapped the younger man on the shoulder. “Come out with me, Kitano-san. We have much to discuss!”
*
Some time later, Kitano sat on the couch in a smoke-filled, neon-lit room. He swirled a whiskey in his head while Oda was next to him, lighting a cigarette. On a small stage across from them, three young women were engaged in a threesome. One girl lay on the ground, her face buried in the snatch of the one sitting on her face while the third woman straddled her waist and fingered her, all while kissing the second woman.
Oda smiled and then looked at Kitano.
“Not to your liking?” Oda asked.
“Why are you here, Oda-san? You’re not Igarashi-Kai.”
“No, no I’m not,” Oda said. “But your bosses sometimes hire me to take care of especially difficult problems,”
Kitano narrowed his eyes.
“This...Iron Crane woman, one of the city’s heroines,” Oda explained while taking a drink of his beer. “She’s been a thorn in the side of your organization for some time. Your bosses want her gone. That is why my people and I are here.”
“Good luck to you.”
Oda smirked. “Do you think me a fool, young Shigeru? I know the Iron Crane is Asa Miyazawa. And I know that you know that.”
Kitano gritted his teeth and clenched his glass.
“Your bosses are not upset that you’ve laid with the bitch, even if the Miyazawa clan is a long-time enemy. They won’t punish you for it because of the value you bring, but they know you don’t have the stomach to eliminate her yourself. That’s why I am here. I have some experience killing both heroes and Miyazawa dogs. My associates have come in case we have to deal with her friends, as well.”
“...What do you want from me?” Kitano asked.
“Stay out of our way, young Shigeru. This is man’s work, and in such matters you are still but a boy.”
The woman getting her pussy eaten cried out in pleasure, and as she did, she squeezed her thighs around the first woman’s head. The third woman squeezed her tits and began licking her lithe body.
Kitano watched with indifference while Oda grinned. Both men looked up when a serving girl, naked except for a studded collar on her neck, came over to take their empty containers. Oda grabbed the girl’s wrist and made her get on her knees. He made her unzip his pants and pull out his throbbing cock, at which point, she leaned down and took its length in her mouth. She began bobbing her head up and down and Oda leaned back, grunting in pleasure.
“I do not need to explain what will happen if you interfere,” Oda said. “You and your entire office will be wiped out.”
“I understand…” Kitano said.
“Good boy. You’re young, find another woman. The Miyazawa bitch’s life is forfeit. The Iron Crane is getting her wings clipped.”
Kitano glared hatefully at him, but Oda was so focused on getting his dick sucked, he didn’t notice. On the stage, the three woman continued with their orgy, with the woman on the bottom shuddering as she was brought to orgasm. Her thighs became soaked and she let out a muffled cry. The women mounting her continued kissing and fondling and each other. Kitano looked to the side and could hear the waitress gagging as Oda forced his cock deeper down her throat.
He drained his drink and went into his pocket, producing a big wad of cash that he left as a tip. Kitano then grabbed his coat and left.
II
“Oda-san is on a path from which he cannot be swayed,” the voice came in over the phone’s speaker.
It was morning and Kitano stood in his office, with Nobu sitting in the chair on the other side of the desk. Kitano stayed quiet and stared out into the city.
“The Iron Crane has been a thorn in the side of our operations there for far too long,” the clan boss in Tokyo continued. “We want the bitch’s head. Oda will send her back to her clan in a box.”
“But boss…” Kitano started.
“That’s enough, Shigeru. You will stand aside and allow Oda-san to work. Is that clear?”
“...Yes.”
“Good,” and then the line went dead.
Nobu sighed and ended the call. “Oda-san didn’t just bring those three you saw with him yesterday. Those are simply his lieutenants. The woman, Kae Kugo, in particular scares me after what I could dig up on her. But Oda had a small army with him. Shinzo has been keeping them entertained so they don’t go out of control. I’m afraid we must let this one play out, boss...”
Kitano turned to Nobu. “Where is Oda staying?”
*
Elsewhere in the Tokyotown, Oda stood in the dark of his hotel room. The four women from the club were strewn about the massive bed, naked and fast asleep, while he got dressed. Before him lay a spread of deadly weapons: blades, chains, and throwing knives. He smiled as he began to pick through his tools.
*
The morning in Tokyotown was just as busy as the night, and Asa stood outside of a local coffee shop holding two cups. Chiyo came running around the corner and slid to a stop when she saw Asa, who handed her a cup.
“You’re late,” Asa said with a smile.
“I...I’m sorry, sensei! I had to walk my brother to school, and…!”
“It’s fine, Chiyo,” Asa laughed. “Come.”
The two of them walked in the direction of the bookstore, a mere three blocks away. Asa took a drink of her coffee and then turned to Chiyo.
“I have a proposal for you, Chiyo.”
“Hmm?”
“You’ve come a long way since you began training at my dojo, but there is an area where I think you may be lacking and I’m not the best equipped to teach you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re a good martial artist, but you have no experience fighting a skilled grappler. I’d like you to get the experience.”
“You know someone who can teach me?”
“I do,” Asa said. “My friend Naomi. She’s experienced in wrestling and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. I’d like her to train you in those. I haven’t asked her yet, but I can’t imagine she’d say no.”
“Okay,” Chiyo said.
“Excellent,” Asa said.
The two of them turned down an alley, a shortcut to the store, and Asa paused and put an arm in front of her protege, making her stop.
Oda stood before the two with a smile on his face. Behind his back, he held a weapon, a kusarigama, a sickle and weight connected via a chain.
“Sensei…” Chiyo said.
“Stay behind me…” Asa warned. “...I know you,” she said to Oda. “Kenshiro Oda. The Spider.”
Oda smirked. “That saves us introductions then, Iron Crane.”
Asa narrowed her eyes at the man. “Your feud, whatever it is, is with me. Let the girl go.” She pushes Chiyo away. “Run. Go to the shop.”
Chiyo turned but then stopped. “Uh...sensei…”
Asa turned and saw the way blocked by chains that stretched across the mouth of the alley in a web. “Dammit…” She then spun back around when she heard chains rattle. She shoved Chiyo in one direction and dove in the other as Oda attacked.
Coffee spilled but both women were on their feet in an instant, ready to fight. Oda launched the weight, which Asa dodged. Oda swung it back and Chiyo ducked under it before running forward and launching at him with a flying kick. He moved to the side and lashed out with the chain, wrapping it around the girl’s neck and pulling her to the ground.
Asa charged and attacked, but Oda swung Chiyo around and put her in front of him. Asa stopped and Oda let Chiyo go and pushed her into Asa. He then launched another attack and Asa shoved Chiyo away and got hit in the chest with the weight, knocking the wind from her and putting her on her back.
Asa kicked back up, holding her chest. “Chiyo, run!”
Chiyo did as she said and went for the mouth of the alley, seeing gaps in the chain that she could squeeze through.
Oda smirked and took out throwing knives and launched them at the fleeing girl. Asa moved in the path and blocked, catching all three in her right forearm. She grunted at the pain but saw Chiyo reach the mouth of the alley and squeeze through the chains. The girl turned and saw Oda wrap the chain around Asa’s neck and drag her to the ground. Chiyo then ran away.
Oda watched the girl go but didn’t chase. He yanked on the chain, pulling Asa to him and smirked. “A pleasure to finally meet you, Crane,” he said before bringing his heel down on her face, knocking her out cold.
Kitano stood on a rooftop and watched the whole thing. He growled as Oda dragged the bound and unconscious Asa to a waiting car and put her in the trunk.
*
Delphi breathed hard. Sweat clung to her brown skin, and she braced herself, putting both arms in front of her face as Naomi threw a series of jabs. Delphi blocked them and responded, her boxing gloves meeting the pads Naomi had on her hands. She then ducked a swing Naomi took and threw more punches, but Naomi swung again and managed to tag Delphi in her ribs and shoulder. Delphi backed up, trying to catch her breath and Naomi clapped the pads together and held them up.
“Widen that stance, Del. Come on!”
She did, and then launched another flurry of blows while ducking and blocking Naomi’s counters. After a few more hits Naomi backed away.
“Alright, that’s good!”
Delphi smiled and took her gloves off. She took a deep breath and grabbed her water bottle while Naomi dropped the pads.
“You’re getting better at this. We just need to keep at it,” Naomi said.
“I have a good coach,” Delphi said between breaths.
Naomi grinned. “Wanna hit the showers together?”
“And you’ve ruined the moment…”
Naomi cackled and Delphi paused when she heard an alert coming from her gym bag. She grabbed her phone and saw a camera feed from the front door. Naomi peered over her shoulder.
“What the hell is Chiyo doing here?”
*
Moments later, Chiyo sat in a chair in the conference room.
“Describe this man you saw,” Delphi told her.
“He was average height, long hair, with a beard. He was, like, my dad’s age, so 50s, I guess?” Chiyo said. “He had this weapon, like a sickle and a chain.”
Delphi considered it all and typed something in. On the big screen, several men matching the description Chiyo gave came up.
“Him!” Chiyo said, jumping up and pointing.
“...Kenshiro Oda…” Naomi read the name.
“According to this, he’s a freelance assassin who works for Yakuza groups,” Delphi read his file. “Oh...this isn’t good. He’s killed several heroes throughout Japan over the years, including a few Aphrodites. And members of the Miyazawa clan.”
“Fuuuuck…” Naomi said. “All right, I’m more than happy to square off with a badass like that. Kid, show me where you left him and Asa.”
Chiyo nodded and got up.
“Del, round up the troops and have them meet us in T-town.”
“I can’t do that,” Delphi said.
“What? Why the fuck not?”
“Sending the entire team would poke the hornet’s nest and have the Yakuza out in the streets. The potential for collateral damage is too high.” She took a secure communicator and gave it to Naomi. “Take this. I’ll help where I can.”
“All right, fine. Chiyo, we’re gonna have to Butch Cassidy and Sundance this one,” Naomi said as she left.
“Didn’t they die in the end?” Chiyo asked, following her out.
“Not important! Come on!”
*
Asa woke with a start and felt herself restrained when she tried to move. Rough nylon bit into her skin and the ropes keeping her in place were holding tight. One bare foot was on the cold floor and the other leg was extended outward. Her hands were tied behind her back with another rope extending to the ceiling. More ropes were tied tight around her slim waist, right under her tits.
Oda stood in front of her, wearing only a pair of pants and the smile on his face, and Asa could see they were in a warehouse. Oda walked round her, running his rough hand across her still clothed body. He squeezed a tit before running his hand down her extended leg and breathing deep.
“Exquisite…” Oda said with a laugh and Asa growled at him and tried to escape her bonds. He slipped behind his captive, resting his chin on her shoulder and grabbing and massaging her tits. “I was told to kill you, but I was not given a timeline, so you’re all mine. I am going to take my time with it, savor it. Heroines and Miyazawa clan dogs are among my favorite prey, so please do not disappoint me.”
“You’re going to regret his, Oda. I promise.”
Oda laughed and slapped her hard on her ass, making her yelp. “Such spirit! This is going to be fun, eh Kae?”
Asa looked ahead and noticed the woman for the first time. She had short hair and a dangerous look about her, but she stayed where she was, watching Asa and licking her lips.
“I hope she doesn’t break easily, Oda-san,” Kae Kugo, Oda’s right hand woman, said to him.
Oda laughed and slid a hand up down Asa’s pants, rubbing her pubic mound gently before inserting two fingers into her. Asa gasped and bit her lip, tensing up at his touch, and Oda massaged one of her tits while kissing her neck and the side of her face. He toyed with her clit using his thumb, and gently bit at the skin on her neck.
Asa bucked in her bonds, trying not to give into the pleasure as Oda slowly and gently fingered her. Her nipples were rock hard against her bra and she could feel herself getting damp between her legs. She balled her hands into fists, thinking about the blade she kept up her sleeve. When the time came, she would let it slip out, free herself, and cut both Oda and Kae’s throats before escaping. But for now, she had to focus on withstanding their torments and not breaking. She just hoped Chiyo was safe, and maybe the others knew she was missing already.
Her stomach tightened and she felt Oda push his fingers in deeper. He massaged her tit gently, pinching the nipple and slapping at the delicate skin after slipping his hand under her shirt. Goosebumps rose on Asa’s skin in response to the stimulation, and despite her disgust, she was getting turned on by all of it.
It didn’t help that Shigeru was at the back of her mind, because Oda’s touch reminded her of Shigeru’s just the night before. She thought about her sometimes-lover’s body on top of hers, their limbs wrapped around each other as they became lost in each other, and she bit her lip at the possibilities.
She gasped when Oda’s hand moved off her tit and gently squeezed her neck, and for a minute she thought it was Shigeru, because he would sometimes gently choke her at her urging. She almost lost herself and nearly whispered his name, before willing the urge down when she remembered where she was. Asa opened her eyes, grunting as she felt the heat of Oda’s breath while he squeezed her neck and continued fingering her, and she breathed deep while shooting him a heated glare.
“I think she’s enjoying it, boss…” Kae taunted.
*
“Shit…” Naomi said as she and Chiyo stood in an empty alley. “You sure this is the place?”
“Yes, I’m sure!” a panicked Chiyo said. “Sensei and that man fought right here!” She stared at the ground. “Sensei’s gone...wha...what’s that man going to do to her?” She asked, looking at Naomi with tears in her eyes.
“Hey,” Naomi said, grabbing her shoulders. “We’re gonna get Asa back, but I need you to keep it together for me, all right?” She looked at Chiyo. “Breathe. Count to five. You’ve got this.”
Chiyo nodded and wiped her eyes. She took a deep breath.
“Attagirl,” Naomi said. She then walked over to black marks on the ground and took out the communicator, a device that resembled a phone, and dialed.
“Del, we’re at the alley, you see anything out of the ordinary?” Naomi asked, raising it scanning the ground.
“Those tire marks in front of you look fresh,” Delphi said. “Chiyo, was there a car there when you and Asa were there?”
“I...I think so,” she answered.
“Shit, there ain’t much else to go on,” Naomi said. “All right, we’re just gonna have to go ask this Kitano guy where Oda is.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Delphi said. “But...it’s probably the best lead we have right now…Okay, the Kitano family office is in the old Nagai corporation tower. 18th floor.”
“Is that one of the three skyscrapers?” Naomi asked.
“Yeah,” Chiyo said. “I know which one that is. Come on.”
They left the alley and walked to Naomi’s motorcycle parked just at the mouth. Naomi climbed on the front and Chiyo got on behind her. She put her arms around Naomi, who started the bike and took off.
A few minutes later, Naomi parked across the street from Nagai tower and they both climbed off the bike and headed toward the building. They walked through the lobby and to the elevator, taking it to the 18th floor.
“So how do you know Asa, anyway?” Naomi asked. “You’re not related to her clan, are you?”
“No,” Chiyo said. “I was born here in Delta. My dad sells real estate and used to sell to the clan when he still lived in Japan. He knows sensei’s mother and he and sensei became good friends when she arrived here. So I’ve known her for years.”
“So you work at her bookstore?”
“Yes, and I train at her dojo, too,” Chiyo said. She then turned to Naomi. “Sensei said she was going to ask you to teach me grappling combat.”
Naomi looked at her. “Oh, yeah, sure, I can do that. I won’t go easy on you, though,” she said with a grin.
“Sensei doesn’t,” Chiyo said. “I’m used to it.’
Naomi smirked and nodded. “Cool, but look, if things get hairy with these Yakuza jerks, hang back and let me handle it. If you get hurt, Asa’s gonna rip my heart out.”
“I just want to find her…”
“We will,” Naomi said, putting a hand on Chiyo’s shoulder. “Asa’s the toughest bitch I know. She’ll be all right.”
“Why do you use that word so much?”
“What word?” Naomi asked.
“The...b word…”
Naomi blinked. “Bitch? What? What’s wrong with that?”
“It’s just...it’s a bad word.”
“Oh, stop it! You don’t curse?”
“No…”
Naomi rolled her eyes. “Oh, you’re one of those weird straight-laced kids.”
“I am not weird!” Chiyo protested.
“I gotta get you to hang out with Korina. She’ll corrupt you,” Naomi said with a laugh.
Chiyo simply huffed as the elevator arrived on the 18th floor. Across from the elevator, a prim, young receptionist sat at a desk next to a set of large, oak doors. Naomi walked over as the secretary got up and bowed.
“Good morning, welcome to…”
“Kitano in there?” Naomi asked, pointing at the doors.
The receptionist was taken back. “I...could I ask what this is about?”
“Nope,” Naomi said.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you pass,” the receptionist said. She quickly got in front of Naomi and held out her arms.
Naomi grabbed the girl by her waist, lifted her, and set her aside. She then smacked her on the ass, making her squeal, and kicked the door open, barging in.
“I’m sorry!” Chiyo said to the receptionist, bowing before following Naomi in.
The receptionist rubbed her ass and watched in astonishment.
Inside, more than a dozen Kitano family men and women sat around, talking, gaming, reading and playing cards. All the chatter died down when Naomi entered.
“What’s up?” Naomi asked. She saw Kitano at a table reading a newspaper, and he narrowed his eyes at her. “Yo, you and I gotta talk about Asa.”
Nobu got up from his seat and yelled something at the others in Japanese.
Chiyo gasped and took a fighting stance as they all got up and began approaching.
Naomi pushed Chiyo behind her. “I told you, relax,”
Moments passed and Chiyo looked in amazement as Nobu and the others were all stretched out on the floor, beaten down by Naomi, who tore through them like a whirlwind.
Naomi walked to Kitano’s table, where he sat calmly, and she climbed on top and sat cross-legged in front of him.
“That was a fun workout,” Naomi said.
Kitano chuckled in amusement. “So, you’re the infamous Naomi.”
“Ding ding! Now...where’s this Oda clown?”
“I don’t know,” Kitano asked. “I saw him take Asa in that alley, but he left in a car and I was on foot, so I couldn’t follow.”
“Why didn’t you stop him? You’re not fucking scared of him, are you?”
“No. But I cannot act against him, because then my bosses will destroy my family,” he said, indicating his men, who were beginning to recover.
“So you’re just gonna let Asa die?”
Kitano tensed up and glared at Naomi.
“Fine, be a pussy. Oda’s gotta lay low somewhere, right? I’ll go look for him.”
“I know where his hotel is, but he likely isn’t there now. He brought people with him, and I do know where they hang out. Shinzo has been keeping them occupied.” Kitano snapped his fingers and motioned.
Naomi turned to see a young guy with short hair and a goatee rush forward and stand next to the table. She recognized Shinzo as a guy she threw into the wall during the fight.
“Go with our guest and show her where she can find Oda’s men,” Kitano ordered.
“Yes boss!” Shinzo said quickly. He turned to Naomi, and a nervous sweat ran down the side of his face. His eyes fell to her ample cleavage, and Shinzo swallowed a lump in his throat while his cock stiffened in his pants.
Naomi cackled and got off the table. She then grabbed Shinzo’s face and shoved it in her cleavage. Chiyo watched, frozen, and Kitano chuckled and shook his head.
Naomi pushed Shinzo away, noting the flustered look on his face. “Yeah, he’ll do. You got a car, Shinzo? All three of us aren’t gonna fit on my motorcycle.”
“Y-yes!” Shinzo said, never looking away from Naomi’s tits.
“Attaboy. Kid, let’s roll,” she said before the three of them all left.
Kitano watched them all go. His receptionist stared at Naomi until she was on the elevator. She then bowed to Kitano and closed the doors.
Nobu found his cracked glasses and put them back on while everyone else straightened their clothes.
“Crazy white devil!” Nobu spat.
“That crazy white devil might just pull this off…” Kitano said. “And shame on all you for letting her beat you like that.”
His men and women simply looked away in shame.
Kitano got up from his desk. “One of you get my coat, and my sword. I’m going to shadow her.”
Next: Restaurant Brawls, Naomi Gets Double Teamed