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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,044
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5
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 8
Chapter 8
A bitter wind blew down the street, the true flavor of fall settling on his palate. A chill ran down his spine as the wind wrapped around his exposed ears. Tatsumaki covered his nose and mouth with a thin veil of fabric to prevent exposure, and possibly giving away their positions by showing his breath to onlookers. Only drunks and drifters filled the streets at this late hour, the fall wind locking most in their warm homes and beds. No moon graced the sky this eve, and stars shown brightly against a matte of darkness. No night was better for the events that were planned.
It had taken three days to make all of the necessary plans. Police agents had gathered at Tatsumaki’s call for help, many remembering their loyalties from past battles and scrimmages. The outside perimeter was swarming with officers hidden in the shadows, pistols and sabers at the ready. Tatsumaki took his post in an alley across from the only entrance. Shinra stationed himself on the roof above a large window, ready to slip in and find Yume at Tatsu’s command. The plan was simple; two officers would ‘inspect’ the warehouse for people seeking refuge from the cold. They only had to report the amount of men inside. No sooner had the officers stepped within, lanterns flared to life. Gunshots rang out through the night, signaling the end of two promising careers and two wives soon to be in despair.
Two heads peered out of the entrance, then two bodies were hoisted through the door and into the street. Tatsu signaled for his men not to move, to leave them there for fear of giving away their positions. He stepped out into the street, and gave another signal for Shinra, telling him it was time to enter. Tatsu removed the leather tie from his hair, and pulled the fabric away from his face. Shaking his hair against the wind, he pulled his sheathed sword from his belt, and held it ready in his left hand. Slowly, he approached the entrance, and knocked on the door. Hopefully his distraction of the entrance guards would give Shinra the time he needed to enter the back window silent and unseen.
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I don’t know how long I’ve been here. This room enveloped in darkness has all but consumed my mind. My senses are confused; I want to trust my eyes, but my ears find that things are constantly amiss. I have not been alone this whole time. I hear someone’s breathing in every moment. They don’t always announce their presence, but it’s become a waking nightmare knowing that this may never end. Tatsu may never find me. My freedom, or even my life, is no longer a guarantee.
I am free to move around, yet my hands are still bound. I have become accustomed to my surroundings, no matter the state of darkness that exists. This room is twelve paces across in every direction. Four paces behind is a futon reeking of booze and blood. The history of that object keeps me awake, I don’t want to dream about its past. The only other furniture in the room is a bucket for my business. My guard always stayed in the corner to the left of the futon. It’s funny how the female body remembers things. From the hands that I’ve felt, I estimated a total of two guards have been in this room, each changing shifts on a regular rotation. One man had small hands, soft as though they’ve never fought or harvested before. He never touched me unless I needed help with the bucket, then he would guide me back to the mattress. The other set of hands were worn, calluses in areas that signified adeptness with a sword. They were large and scarred, and threatened to cut off my air passage on more than one occasion. He liked things rough, putting me in positions where I couldn’t fight back. I never truly knew what fear was until this man was in the room with me.
As I tried to find some peace from my thoughts, I heard the door open. My gentle guard’s shift was up. He had been here longer on this shift than normal. I hoped the other man’s shift would not be as long. I’m afraid my body can’t take more of what he wants. I continue to lie still, pretending that sleep has wrapped me in her tender embrace. However, my luck never pans out, as giant hands grab my arms and pull me to my feet. He turns me to face him, grabs my throat, and slams my head into the wall. While stunned, I feel his cold breath against my ear. “This night will be your last. Your savior is about to meet his end, and he’s taking you to Hell with him,” he whispers. Still dazed, he wraps cloth around my head, covering my eyes, and then throws me over his shoulder. He turns to leave, and from this point, I can see light filtering from somewhere, but I feel my darkness might be safer.
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Tatsumaki stood in the center of the room, surrounded by only four men. His arms were spread in a show of good faith, his sword on the floor next to his feet. Itachi sat on the floor, a table in front of him. Rolling dice in his hand, he watched Tatsu carefully, waiting for him to make the first move. Tatsu grinned, “It’s not like the Yakuza to resort to kidnapping. I could arrest all five of you right now.” Itachi laughed, shaking his head. “Tatsu, when will you realize that we can not kidnap that which is already ours. Yume’s father gave her to us years ago. She still has a debt to work off, and I intend to beat all of it from her.”
Tatsu watched the man roll the dice around, and got an idea. “Why not a wager then, me for her?” Itachi paused his motions, contemplating this small change in his fortune. “What can you provide me that she can’t?” he questioned.
“Your crimes will be pardoned by the state, and the investigation will end here,” he stated, waiting for the other man’s reaction. “Tatsumaki, you promise something you know you can’t provide. These are not the days of the Shinsengumi, you can’t barge in here and demand what you want. I have nothing to fear from you,” Itachi made a small sigh. “But there is something you can offer. I want you to work for me as Chief Nanaka did. I need a new man on the inside since he was relieved of his post. That is the only thing I will wager.”
Tatsu rolled the idea around in his head. So Nanaka was dead, Yume’s revenge was now complete. He was clearly outnumbered in this room, and he had no idea if Shinra had found Yume, dead or alive. There was only one way to find out. “I need to see her alive. If she’s dead, then there’s no deal to make.”
Itachi waved his hand, and one guard left the room. He was only gone for a moment when he fell back into the room with Shinra towering over him. He stepped over the cowering guard, and Tatsu saw a body thrown over his shoulder. He held his breath until Shinra nodded that she was alive. Easing her from his shoulder, she stood against Shinra’s thick body. Her eyes were covered, and she was frantically looking around the room. Itachi looked back at Tatsu, “There, she is alive. Do we have a wager?”
“Tatsu? Tatsu, are you here?” Yume said, frantically struggling against Shinra’s grasp. “Let me go, you beast! You’ve done enough damage to me already!” Shinra let go, and she fell to her knees. Yume pulled at the blindfold with her tied hands. The lights were bright against her sore eyes, but she was able to focus enough to see Tatsumaki dive for his sword. She moved to stand up, but her captor grabbed her by the hair. Holding her tightly, she felt the edge of a blade against her throat, a trickle of blood inched down her skin.
“Tatsumaki, I’ve already said you’re in no position to rescue her. As you can see, she is alive, do we have a wager?” Itachi said one more time, driving the point home. Tatsu knew that even though he had back up outside, he was the only one who could free her now. He would not risk anyone else’s life in this cause. Tatsu dropped his head, then his sword. He took a seat at the table, but kept looking in my direction. “Yes, we have a wager,” he said. “How could you?”
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I shook my head, “What? What are you talking about?” My captor began to laugh, and I knew that question wasn’t directed at me. Then I listened, and I heard a laughter I had heard before. I heard it when I was training, when I was thrown into the spring, when we had late dinners by the fire pit. I looked up, and felt a new sense of fear, not just for myself, but for Tatsu as well. “Shinra….”
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A bitter wind blew down the street, the true flavor of fall settling on his palate. A chill ran down his spine as the wind wrapped around his exposed ears. Tatsumaki covered his nose and mouth with a thin veil of fabric to prevent exposure, and possibly giving away their positions by showing his breath to onlookers. Only drunks and drifters filled the streets at this late hour, the fall wind locking most in their warm homes and beds. No moon graced the sky this eve, and stars shown brightly against a matte of darkness. No night was better for the events that were planned.
It had taken three days to make all of the necessary plans. Police agents had gathered at Tatsumaki’s call for help, many remembering their loyalties from past battles and scrimmages. The outside perimeter was swarming with officers hidden in the shadows, pistols and sabers at the ready. Tatsumaki took his post in an alley across from the only entrance. Shinra stationed himself on the roof above a large window, ready to slip in and find Yume at Tatsu’s command. The plan was simple; two officers would ‘inspect’ the warehouse for people seeking refuge from the cold. They only had to report the amount of men inside. No sooner had the officers stepped within, lanterns flared to life. Gunshots rang out through the night, signaling the end of two promising careers and two wives soon to be in despair.
Two heads peered out of the entrance, then two bodies were hoisted through the door and into the street. Tatsu signaled for his men not to move, to leave them there for fear of giving away their positions. He stepped out into the street, and gave another signal for Shinra, telling him it was time to enter. Tatsu removed the leather tie from his hair, and pulled the fabric away from his face. Shaking his hair against the wind, he pulled his sheathed sword from his belt, and held it ready in his left hand. Slowly, he approached the entrance, and knocked on the door. Hopefully his distraction of the entrance guards would give Shinra the time he needed to enter the back window silent and unseen.
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I don’t know how long I’ve been here. This room enveloped in darkness has all but consumed my mind. My senses are confused; I want to trust my eyes, but my ears find that things are constantly amiss. I have not been alone this whole time. I hear someone’s breathing in every moment. They don’t always announce their presence, but it’s become a waking nightmare knowing that this may never end. Tatsu may never find me. My freedom, or even my life, is no longer a guarantee.
I am free to move around, yet my hands are still bound. I have become accustomed to my surroundings, no matter the state of darkness that exists. This room is twelve paces across in every direction. Four paces behind is a futon reeking of booze and blood. The history of that object keeps me awake, I don’t want to dream about its past. The only other furniture in the room is a bucket for my business. My guard always stayed in the corner to the left of the futon. It’s funny how the female body remembers things. From the hands that I’ve felt, I estimated a total of two guards have been in this room, each changing shifts on a regular rotation. One man had small hands, soft as though they’ve never fought or harvested before. He never touched me unless I needed help with the bucket, then he would guide me back to the mattress. The other set of hands were worn, calluses in areas that signified adeptness with a sword. They were large and scarred, and threatened to cut off my air passage on more than one occasion. He liked things rough, putting me in positions where I couldn’t fight back. I never truly knew what fear was until this man was in the room with me.
As I tried to find some peace from my thoughts, I heard the door open. My gentle guard’s shift was up. He had been here longer on this shift than normal. I hoped the other man’s shift would not be as long. I’m afraid my body can’t take more of what he wants. I continue to lie still, pretending that sleep has wrapped me in her tender embrace. However, my luck never pans out, as giant hands grab my arms and pull me to my feet. He turns me to face him, grabs my throat, and slams my head into the wall. While stunned, I feel his cold breath against my ear. “This night will be your last. Your savior is about to meet his end, and he’s taking you to Hell with him,” he whispers. Still dazed, he wraps cloth around my head, covering my eyes, and then throws me over his shoulder. He turns to leave, and from this point, I can see light filtering from somewhere, but I feel my darkness might be safer.
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Tatsumaki stood in the center of the room, surrounded by only four men. His arms were spread in a show of good faith, his sword on the floor next to his feet. Itachi sat on the floor, a table in front of him. Rolling dice in his hand, he watched Tatsu carefully, waiting for him to make the first move. Tatsu grinned, “It’s not like the Yakuza to resort to kidnapping. I could arrest all five of you right now.” Itachi laughed, shaking his head. “Tatsu, when will you realize that we can not kidnap that which is already ours. Yume’s father gave her to us years ago. She still has a debt to work off, and I intend to beat all of it from her.”
Tatsu watched the man roll the dice around, and got an idea. “Why not a wager then, me for her?” Itachi paused his motions, contemplating this small change in his fortune. “What can you provide me that she can’t?” he questioned.
“Your crimes will be pardoned by the state, and the investigation will end here,” he stated, waiting for the other man’s reaction. “Tatsumaki, you promise something you know you can’t provide. These are not the days of the Shinsengumi, you can’t barge in here and demand what you want. I have nothing to fear from you,” Itachi made a small sigh. “But there is something you can offer. I want you to work for me as Chief Nanaka did. I need a new man on the inside since he was relieved of his post. That is the only thing I will wager.”
Tatsu rolled the idea around in his head. So Nanaka was dead, Yume’s revenge was now complete. He was clearly outnumbered in this room, and he had no idea if Shinra had found Yume, dead or alive. There was only one way to find out. “I need to see her alive. If she’s dead, then there’s no deal to make.”
Itachi waved his hand, and one guard left the room. He was only gone for a moment when he fell back into the room with Shinra towering over him. He stepped over the cowering guard, and Tatsu saw a body thrown over his shoulder. He held his breath until Shinra nodded that she was alive. Easing her from his shoulder, she stood against Shinra’s thick body. Her eyes were covered, and she was frantically looking around the room. Itachi looked back at Tatsu, “There, she is alive. Do we have a wager?”
“Tatsu? Tatsu, are you here?” Yume said, frantically struggling against Shinra’s grasp. “Let me go, you beast! You’ve done enough damage to me already!” Shinra let go, and she fell to her knees. Yume pulled at the blindfold with her tied hands. The lights were bright against her sore eyes, but she was able to focus enough to see Tatsumaki dive for his sword. She moved to stand up, but her captor grabbed her by the hair. Holding her tightly, she felt the edge of a blade against her throat, a trickle of blood inched down her skin.
“Tatsumaki, I’ve already said you’re in no position to rescue her. As you can see, she is alive, do we have a wager?” Itachi said one more time, driving the point home. Tatsu knew that even though he had back up outside, he was the only one who could free her now. He would not risk anyone else’s life in this cause. Tatsu dropped his head, then his sword. He took a seat at the table, but kept looking in my direction. “Yes, we have a wager,” he said. “How could you?”
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I shook my head, “What? What are you talking about?” My captor began to laugh, and I knew that question wasn’t directed at me. Then I listened, and I heard a laughter I had heard before. I heard it when I was training, when I was thrown into the spring, when we had late dinners by the fire pit. I looked up, and felt a new sense of fear, not just for myself, but for Tatsu as well. “Shinra….”
Thank you for your continued readings! Please R&R!