Wanted

 


The air filling with music... as the party rages in the mansion of Ohno, the new head of all the Yakuza... reputed to be more ruthless than all previous Yakuza leaders combined... having eliminated all his rivals... this party is to butter up various Japanese dignitaries... but he may have left himself open... to assassination... or better, a means of blackmailing him and leaving him a powerless paper tiger...

DragonDoll finds it interesting that while she is still officially wanted in Japan... the authorities would hire her to do their dirty work... wanting Ohno eliminated or better yet turned into a puppet to their will... Yumi is unsure which party to detest more... but the job pays well... and so she accepts her invite... arriving in trademark red silk... revealing white stockings when the slit parts along her thigh...

The invite getting you past the bouncers... although they still take their time frisking you thoroughly... making sure you conceal no weapons... at least none visible to them... the authorities having provided you no cover story... leaving you to make one up as you go along... heads already turning to cast their eyes over the new visitor...

DragonDoll needs no cover... she is a legendary assassin... and the rightful leader to the Snake Clan... she demands respect... even from this new head of the clans... she intends to take her place among the elders... perhaps even take Ohno's place as well... her eyes note two katanas hanging on a wall and another enshrined in a case... no shortage of weapons at least...

The dignitaries having some inkling of your reputation as well... bowing and scraping... while backing away... leaving you face to face with Ohno... the ruler of the clans small... almost a dwarf... and skinny... wizened... his eyes unblinking... allegedly he skins those who underestimate him... speaking softly as two hulking sumos stand on either side... "To what do I owe the honor, Ms Saga?"

DragonDoll gives her plume of jet black a toss and looks the little old man in the eye... "Your party blossom like cherry tree... I come to take my mentor Shinji's place... to be part of tree's bearing fruit..." she grins... "The Snake Clan have long proved their value... Master Shinji would have held the position you now claim..." rustling as she bows...

The old man bowing slightly... with the absolute minimum of respect... the sumo bodyguards not even twitching... faces locked into twin sneers... "It is most... gracious... of the Snake Clan to offer to enjoy the fruits of the tree... now that the work of pruning the orchard is over with..." He smiles humorlessly... "Some say the Snake Clan died with Shinji... but if you are willing to take the moral burden that comes with your title... I have work to offer you... torture... slavery... murder... just say the word and such duties are yours..."

DragonDoll remains impassive as she straightens... still less than five and a half feet even in her heels... her powerful little body threatening to burst the corseted red silk... "Domo... but it is I who have an offer for you... you shall work for me... or I will be forced to cut down the tree..." grinning broadly...

The old man shaking his head... "Such an open threat... in front of a room full of witnesses... you clearly cannot be allowed power with such poor judgment... if you attack me, your death will now be a clear case of self-defense... instead, return to your life of luxury in America and leave real business to those willing to get their hands dirty..."

DragonDoll laughs... "In America they have legend about first President... they say George Washington not lie... about chopping down cherry tree..." her silk swirls as she spins away... fluttering and empty as the sumo bodyguards attack it... a stiletto heel flying at each as she kicks them off... cartwheeling toward the enshrined sword... in red corset and white thigh stockings...

The old man not moving as the two sumos are impaled by a stiletto heel each... thudding to the ground... instead simply removing his jacket... allowing you to take the sword... his eyes focused... movements fluid... like a coiled snake...

DragonDoll smashes the case with her fist and takes up the sword... lifting it in a two-handed grip... grinning as the mix of Yakuza and dignitaries back away... clearing space... a couple gaping at the sight of her... facing off with the old man... the nipples on her breasts shaking at him like the tips of pointed fingers... her clean-shaven pout as glistening as the steel blade she holds...

The old man unmoved by the display... although many of the dignitaries are enjoying the free show... simply waiting for the attack... knowing that it must be you who attacks first... to give his army of lawyers the most to work with when he kills you... no doubt in his eyes that he can... and will...

DragonDoll steps over one of the hulking dead bodies on the floor... then her powerful stocking legs flex... feet run forward in quick short steps... so that she always has one foot on the ground... dropping the sword into a push cut as she aims to run past the old man... aiming to bisect him from one armpit to opposite hip...

The man reacting with astonishing speed... doing a standing leap... tutting as the sword slices away the vary tip of one shoe... then landing... spinning into a kick behind him... aimed at the small of your back... "Those shoes are Italian..."

DragonDoll grunts... her back arching as she stumbles forward... forced to somersault to come back to her feet... her eyes twinkling now as she turns... "So you ARE worthy opponent... but only one of us can leave alive..." she stalks forward cautiously... keeping the sword held high as she sidekicks instead...

The old man watching the sword... almost missing the kick... half-blocking it... but the momentum sending him flying back... to barely land on his feet again... stalking you now as well... "Unfortunate... there is still time to reconsider my two offers... you can leave Japan... or join me as a member of my organization... I know part of you is quite capable of my kind of work..."

DragonDoll smirks as she circles in tandem with Ohno... "I am... I never completely give up assassination... it unfortunate for you... but choice I offer is now gone... you make your choice... and I must cut down tree..." she attacks in earnest now... the flash of the sword a distraction to keep the master's hands busy... even as her powerful legs launch a series of Muay Thai kicks at his legs...

The old man deflecting the sword with his hands... attempting to break it in two with his blow and render it useless as a weapon... even as he tries to keep his legs out of the way of the kicks... failing to do both at once... one of his shins snapping under the assault... forcing him to switch to a one-legged crane stance... still perfectly balanced...

DragonDoll blinks as Ohno actually breaks steel with his hand... pieces of the blade clattering to the floor... discarding the handle as the old man takes his crane stance... she steps back with a cruel smile... her bare breasts shining with sweat... her corset and stockings soaked through... revealing that the corset stays are... throwing knives... three of which she takes between her fingers...

The old man's eyes narrowing...moving forward before you can throw the blades... unable to run... but flipping instead... onto his hands... then springing forward... aiming his good leg towards your midsection... ready to follow up with a second kick to your face with the same leg if the first lands...

DragonDoll is caught totally by surprise by this move... having thought Ohno would be unable to do anything but counter her attack... she staggers back from the first kick... then has her head snapped around by the second... her body follows... flopping all the way around... landing on her front... throwing knives clattering across the floor...

Ohno landing on his one good foot... balancing a moment... then leaping to aim another kick at your head... literally attempting to hop on and off your head as it rests on the floor...

DragonDoll looks up... eyes widening at the sight of an Italian shoe stomping down... she shifts her head... slipping the kick by the slightest of margins... grimacing as it connects with her shoulder instead... possibly causing Ohno an unexpected balance problem... as she tries to wrap her arms about his ankle...

Ohno having to take a split-second to adjust his balance... a split-second too long... as you grab his ankle... taking his remaining leg away and sending his frail body toppling back... barely breaking his fall with both hands... leaving him on the defensive...

DragonDoll demonstrates her power by lifting and spinning while holding on to the old man's ankle... spinning a full circle before picking out her target... and letting his body fly at the two swords displayed on the wall... fire dancing in her eye for the first time...

The old man unable to control his flight... flying right into the swords... tangling up with the hanging katanas for a moment... hanging up on the crossed razor-sharp blades... before gravity and the extreme edge of the swords do their work... bits of Ohno falling to the ground as the crowd gasps...

DragonDoll turns to onlookers... her red corset and white stockings only accentuating her nakedness... tits and ass and pout alike all glistening with sweat... eyes blazing now... as the sea of gaping partygoers part for her to pass... several Yakuza types bowing respectfully... no one having the temerity to get in her way as she struts out... more wanted than ever...

(May 2009)