Post by wblstudios on May 25, 2006 10:16:38 GMT -5
Hearshot Kid Disaster: Chapter Five
By all accounts, it was Josephine who started the potential brawl in the Pao-Pao cafe, wrapping those powerful hands around the young man’s throat. So if anybody were going to be able to press charges, it would be Tadakichi. But the young businessman was more interested in preserving his life.
Tadakichi wasn’t stupid. Although Ellis wasn’t part of his grand scheme to rehire Josephine Miyazaki, and in the end, fuck her and her sister both at once, he knew that the two would be working closely together for the next two weeks. So a little research was in order. And he knew that anybody that harmed Kikyo was going right to the top of her shit list. Ace attacked Kikyo, and something so terrifying happened to him that he couldn’t even talk about it. Jack repeatedly threatened Kikyo’s well being, and ended up being on the receiving end of a few gruesome attacks. And now Tadakichi had hurled a heavy pepper grinder right at the girl’s head. He wasn’t going to stick around to check on her well being.
And so it was, that as the police questioned the patrons in the restaurant, Tadakichi made his way down the long, dark alleyway behind the cafe. Long... but not long enough to escape the reach of the dead...
---
This was an international incident, concerning a couple of Japanese citizens in an already turbulent situation. The police, knowing this, had to be careful not to bring the embassy around, knowing even a small incident like this could inflame international relations against an already much-maligned United States. So the decision to keep this under wraps was unanimous.
According to reports, the only reason that Jojo would have anything to worry about is if Tadakichi were to press charges. Jojo apparently wasn’t nearly as plastered as Kikyo first thought, thanks to a breathalyzer test demanded in return for criminal charges being discarded for the woman who was still technically a Japanese citizen, almost a national treasure to her home country. A test that showed the sex goddess was sober enough to drive home after this was all over. The restaurant watered it’s drinks down rather severely, apparently. Jojo, in checking on Kikyo, explained that it was an effort to help ease relations she knew were tense.
“Yeah... I figured if I lightened up, maybe she would too”, explained the she-hulk as she knelt down beside the tiny prodigy. “Seriously, for all the shit I talk, she is a good person. You alright?”
Kikyo nodded, rubbing a small abrasion on her forehead. “Yeah. I just got a big bump on my head. You gonna be alright?”
“Long as that shithead Tadakichi doesn’t press charges. Worst thing about it is, when that asshole ran off, he fucked up our fucking chocolate cake.”
A lump materialized in Kikyo’s throat, looking around at the crowd. Her eyes scanned across several times, before finally focusing back on Josephine.
“Where’s Ellis?”
A question that, when unanswered, could lead to homicide, hung heavy in the air as Kikyo and Josephine, two cops in tow, followed the directions the trampled old couple gave and made their way out the back door, into the alleyway, hunting desperately for the two figures enveloped by the night...
---
Tadakichi’s spry legs had taken him all the way to the docks far behind the Pao-Pao cafe, the seemingly endless ocean sprawling in front of him as he sat alone on the pier, desperately trying to catch his breath as he cursed his cellular phone for not being able to get reception in this area. While the city the WCF was situated in wasn’t well known for it’s coastline or oversees trade, the docks sat there nonetheless, sprawling over the coastline as Tadakichi forced himself to catch his breath. The young man looked around several times, trying to convince himself that nobody was around. That he had gotten away scot free, and could buy off whomever he needed to in order to get back to Japan. That he would live to see another day. That one day Josephine would be his.
But the wrath of the dead is not easily so shaken, and the strong scent of the sea was punctuated by the stench of death, forcing Tadakichi to turn around and stand back up at the presence he couldn’t see, but felt deep in his rapidly-beating chest. And there, almost in the blink of an eye, emerged the living corpse girl, scythe in hand.
Ellis’ deathly rasp was barely audible above the blowing breeze permeating the docks, but every word cut Tadakichi deep to the core. “You dare harm her...”
“I swear, I swear, Miss Island, it was an accident, it was just an accident, please don’t...”
Tadakichi’s words were cut off as swiftly as the front of his shirt as Ellis’ scythe found it’s mark, a violent slash across the man’s chest emerging and dripping blood in time with the blood dripping from her scythe. Tadakichi was forced to the ground, gripping his bleeding chest, his neck exposed in the perfect position for an executioner to deliver her sentence from the grave. The blade was raised again, glinting in the moonlight...
“ELLIS!”
The only thing that could have stopped the corpse girl from her path of bloody destruction, the voice of her tiny angel, cut through her consciousness as she looked behind her, scythe still in hand. Kikyo ran onto the dock, Josephine staying behind with the police at the foot of the pier, overlooking the gruesome scene as night made it’s full fall. Ellis’ once beautiful dress, now stained with blood. Tadakichi looking up at the dead girl in terror. Kikyo clinging tightly to Ellis’ side, her comforting touch a stark contrast to Ellis’ ice-cold flesh.
“I’m alright, Ellis. I just got a bruise, that’s all. Please. Stop it. I don’t want anyone else getting hurt. Please.”
The young reaper held her stance tightly, staring down at the man who had finally passed out from blood loss. She calmly placed her scythe on the dock, and wrapped her arms around Kikyo.
“I’m glad you’re alright...”
The waves of the ocean lapped silently against the docks...
---
Josephine, convincing the police that she saw Tadakichi draw a gun and toss it in the ocean before passing out, had successfully used her celebrity status to not only get herself, but her tag partner off the hook. Although she didn’t admit it, and wouldn’t in a thousand years, Josephine saw nothing but potential in the corpse girl. Potential to overlap the legacy even she had forged after a decade of destruction over 6 continents. At the end of the night, all the three woman had gotten was a slap on the wrist and a permanent ban from ever entering the Pao-Pao cafe again.
Damn, I’m good, Josephine thought as she floored her cherry-red Ferrari. This is gonna make one hell of a story for my website.
---
After complaining to the cafe that they’d never gotten to finish their cake, in an effort to expel the three from the sterling reputation of a restaurant built originally on bootlegging money, the staff of the Pao-Pao Cafe sent Kikyo home with an entire chocolate cake. The long evening turning into blessed night, Ellis and Kikyo had made their way back to Apartment 26 of Yagami Apartments, Ellis’ personal sanctuary, and carved the cake as soon as Ellis slipped back into more comfortable clothing. Kikyo still had a couple drops of Tadakichi’s blood on her shimmering sun dress after hugging Ellis tightly, but tried to ignore them as the two ate their cake in silence.
Kikyo was safe, and Ellis was off the hook.
Nothing more needed to be said that night.
By all accounts, it was Josephine who started the potential brawl in the Pao-Pao cafe, wrapping those powerful hands around the young man’s throat. So if anybody were going to be able to press charges, it would be Tadakichi. But the young businessman was more interested in preserving his life.
Tadakichi wasn’t stupid. Although Ellis wasn’t part of his grand scheme to rehire Josephine Miyazaki, and in the end, fuck her and her sister both at once, he knew that the two would be working closely together for the next two weeks. So a little research was in order. And he knew that anybody that harmed Kikyo was going right to the top of her shit list. Ace attacked Kikyo, and something so terrifying happened to him that he couldn’t even talk about it. Jack repeatedly threatened Kikyo’s well being, and ended up being on the receiving end of a few gruesome attacks. And now Tadakichi had hurled a heavy pepper grinder right at the girl’s head. He wasn’t going to stick around to check on her well being.
And so it was, that as the police questioned the patrons in the restaurant, Tadakichi made his way down the long, dark alleyway behind the cafe. Long... but not long enough to escape the reach of the dead...
---
This was an international incident, concerning a couple of Japanese citizens in an already turbulent situation. The police, knowing this, had to be careful not to bring the embassy around, knowing even a small incident like this could inflame international relations against an already much-maligned United States. So the decision to keep this under wraps was unanimous.
According to reports, the only reason that Jojo would have anything to worry about is if Tadakichi were to press charges. Jojo apparently wasn’t nearly as plastered as Kikyo first thought, thanks to a breathalyzer test demanded in return for criminal charges being discarded for the woman who was still technically a Japanese citizen, almost a national treasure to her home country. A test that showed the sex goddess was sober enough to drive home after this was all over. The restaurant watered it’s drinks down rather severely, apparently. Jojo, in checking on Kikyo, explained that it was an effort to help ease relations she knew were tense.
“Yeah... I figured if I lightened up, maybe she would too”, explained the she-hulk as she knelt down beside the tiny prodigy. “Seriously, for all the shit I talk, she is a good person. You alright?”
Kikyo nodded, rubbing a small abrasion on her forehead. “Yeah. I just got a big bump on my head. You gonna be alright?”
“Long as that shithead Tadakichi doesn’t press charges. Worst thing about it is, when that asshole ran off, he fucked up our fucking chocolate cake.”
A lump materialized in Kikyo’s throat, looking around at the crowd. Her eyes scanned across several times, before finally focusing back on Josephine.
“Where’s Ellis?”
A question that, when unanswered, could lead to homicide, hung heavy in the air as Kikyo and Josephine, two cops in tow, followed the directions the trampled old couple gave and made their way out the back door, into the alleyway, hunting desperately for the two figures enveloped by the night...
---
Tadakichi’s spry legs had taken him all the way to the docks far behind the Pao-Pao cafe, the seemingly endless ocean sprawling in front of him as he sat alone on the pier, desperately trying to catch his breath as he cursed his cellular phone for not being able to get reception in this area. While the city the WCF was situated in wasn’t well known for it’s coastline or oversees trade, the docks sat there nonetheless, sprawling over the coastline as Tadakichi forced himself to catch his breath. The young man looked around several times, trying to convince himself that nobody was around. That he had gotten away scot free, and could buy off whomever he needed to in order to get back to Japan. That he would live to see another day. That one day Josephine would be his.
But the wrath of the dead is not easily so shaken, and the strong scent of the sea was punctuated by the stench of death, forcing Tadakichi to turn around and stand back up at the presence he couldn’t see, but felt deep in his rapidly-beating chest. And there, almost in the blink of an eye, emerged the living corpse girl, scythe in hand.
Ellis’ deathly rasp was barely audible above the blowing breeze permeating the docks, but every word cut Tadakichi deep to the core. “You dare harm her...”
“I swear, I swear, Miss Island, it was an accident, it was just an accident, please don’t...”
Tadakichi’s words were cut off as swiftly as the front of his shirt as Ellis’ scythe found it’s mark, a violent slash across the man’s chest emerging and dripping blood in time with the blood dripping from her scythe. Tadakichi was forced to the ground, gripping his bleeding chest, his neck exposed in the perfect position for an executioner to deliver her sentence from the grave. The blade was raised again, glinting in the moonlight...
“ELLIS!”
The only thing that could have stopped the corpse girl from her path of bloody destruction, the voice of her tiny angel, cut through her consciousness as she looked behind her, scythe still in hand. Kikyo ran onto the dock, Josephine staying behind with the police at the foot of the pier, overlooking the gruesome scene as night made it’s full fall. Ellis’ once beautiful dress, now stained with blood. Tadakichi looking up at the dead girl in terror. Kikyo clinging tightly to Ellis’ side, her comforting touch a stark contrast to Ellis’ ice-cold flesh.
“I’m alright, Ellis. I just got a bruise, that’s all. Please. Stop it. I don’t want anyone else getting hurt. Please.”
The young reaper held her stance tightly, staring down at the man who had finally passed out from blood loss. She calmly placed her scythe on the dock, and wrapped her arms around Kikyo.
“I’m glad you’re alright...”
The waves of the ocean lapped silently against the docks...
---
Josephine, convincing the police that she saw Tadakichi draw a gun and toss it in the ocean before passing out, had successfully used her celebrity status to not only get herself, but her tag partner off the hook. Although she didn’t admit it, and wouldn’t in a thousand years, Josephine saw nothing but potential in the corpse girl. Potential to overlap the legacy even she had forged after a decade of destruction over 6 continents. At the end of the night, all the three woman had gotten was a slap on the wrist and a permanent ban from ever entering the Pao-Pao cafe again.
Damn, I’m good, Josephine thought as she floored her cherry-red Ferrari. This is gonna make one hell of a story for my website.
---
After complaining to the cafe that they’d never gotten to finish their cake, in an effort to expel the three from the sterling reputation of a restaurant built originally on bootlegging money, the staff of the Pao-Pao Cafe sent Kikyo home with an entire chocolate cake. The long evening turning into blessed night, Ellis and Kikyo had made their way back to Apartment 26 of Yagami Apartments, Ellis’ personal sanctuary, and carved the cake as soon as Ellis slipped back into more comfortable clothing. Kikyo still had a couple drops of Tadakichi’s blood on her shimmering sun dress after hugging Ellis tightly, but tried to ignore them as the two ate their cake in silence.
Kikyo was safe, and Ellis was off the hook.
Nothing more needed to be said that night.
