Nogitsune (6 page)

Hayashi grinned after settling his body. “Well, let’s go pay Mr. Sato a visit, shall we?”

****

When David and Hayashi arrived at the
Night Nurses
, David jumped out the car without saying a word to Hayashi. He stormed toward the doors and flashed his badge.

“I’m here to see Ichiro,” he said to the bouncer.

“Damn!” said Hayashi as he parked the car in the middle of the street and went after David.

The bouncer looked at David and snickered, “Fuck you, cop! You know this is a yakuza establishment.”

David’s eyes began to glow red. Before the bouncer could make another move, David quickly stepped to the side and kicked the bouncer’s knee in, breaking it instantly. The bodyguard fell to the ground as David took out his gun and went inside.

Kato, one of Ichiro’s men, observing everything from a corner of the club, noticed a raging David coming in with his gun drawn.

“Ichiro, we have company,” he said.

Before David could get a foot in the door of the club, there were ten Inato soldiers with 45s aimed at him. As David got ready to aim his gun at Kento’s men and shoot, Hayashi entered the bar holding up his badge in one hand and holding down David’s hand with the other one.

“Where’s Kento?” Hayashi asked.

“He’s attending some business,” said Kato. “Why the fuck are you here?”

“We’re here on official police business,” said Hayashi. “I need all of you to lower your weapons.”

Kento’s men stood firm as they continued to aim their guns.

“And why should we do that when you just trespassed on Inato territory?” said Kato. “You’ve assaulted one of our men and walked in here with a gun. We have every right to kill you.”

“Trust me, you don’t want this kind of trouble,” said Hayashi. “What would Kento think if he finds out his men killed two police officers for coming to question a suspect in the murder of one of his employees? Even Sanko won’t be able to get him out of this. Every cop up and down Honshu will be down here to investigate this bar.”

Kento’s men still kept aiming.

“That’s just the half! If there’s one thing Mr. Inato doesn’t like, its mistakes that cost him money!”

“Lower your weapons,” said Ichiro as he strutted down the stairs grinning. Kento’s men immediately lowered their guns.

“You gentlemen want to explain to me what this is all about?” said Ichiro.

“Is this yours?” inquired Hayashi as he held up the prescription bottle of Viagra.

Ichiro’s men began giggling.

“Yes, sir,” Ichiro responded. “Now do you mind telling me what this is all about?”

“Neige Takizu was brutally murdered a couple of days ago and we found this in her apartment,” said Hayashi. “Do you mind telling us where you were two nights ago?”

Ichiro shrugged his shoulders in confidence. “Sure! I was getting my dick sucked by her as some of my men took turns fucking her.”

David balled up his fist and moved forward but Hayashi pushed him back.

“David don’t,” he whispered! “He’s not worth it!”

David clutched his gun, closed his eyes and quickly raised his gun and shot Ichiro in the face.

“
David
!”

David opened his eyes and shook his head to snap out of the daydream.

Hayashi reached from behind his back and placed handcuffs on Ichiro and read him his rights. David just gazed at Ichiro as Hayashi quickly escorted him out of the club and put him in the back of their police car.

Ichiro remained silent until David and Hayashi got inside the car.

“You know the first time I laid eyes on her, I wanted to fuck her and cum all over her face,” said Ichiro.

“No, shit,” replied David as he tried not to let Ichiro get under his skin. He wiped some sweat off his forehead!

“No shit! I use to watch her dance and the bitch was so beautiful that I would cum all in my pants from watching her. And when I finally fucked her, her pussy was so wet that after three strokes, I came. Shit, that’s what the Viagra was for. But you know that, don’t you Detective? Or at least your fingers do.”

“Keep talking, Ichiro,” David bellowed! “You’re not doing anything but building a case for yourself.”

“Do you think I give a fuck about a case or prison? I’m Inato, which means I’m untouchable!”

David turned around and faced Ichiro, “We’ll see how untouchable you are when you’re in a six by nine cell getting fucked in the ass by some sumo fuck.”

Ichiro burst out in amusement. “Do you think he’ll give me jelly babies like I gave Neige?”

Once again, David balled up his fists trying not to give in to the rage inside of him.

“You do know you’re the reason why she’s dead, don’t you, Detective Hamada? When we saw you in the room with her pulling out your gun on Daiki, you sealed her fate.”

Hayashi looked at David but didn’t say a word.

Ichiro continued. “I just want you to know that she died in extreme agony. For two straight days, me and all six of my men fucked the shit out of her. I’m talking about shit and blood literally dripping from her ass.”

“Pull over,” David commanded Hayashi.

“David, this is what he wants,” pleaded Hayashi.

David’s eyes began to glow red as he pulled his gun out and aimed it at Hayashi’s head.

“I said pull over!”

“Okay,” said Hayashi as he pulled over to the side of the road.

“Get out,” said David.

“David, I want you to listen to me,” said Hayashi.

“STOP TALKING TO ME AND JUST GET THE FUCK OUT!”

The intensity of the red aura radiating from David’s body and eyes grew until his visage began to change.

The instant Hayashi got out of the car; David sped off down the street.

Hayashi’s eyes began to glow yellow as he ran after the car into traffic. Hayashi jumped into the air and ran up the side of the building. When Hayashi was at the top of the building his entire body had transformed into a majestic white
zenko
. Within seconds of Hayashi running after David and pouncing from building to building with tremendous speed not able to be seen by the eye he had caught up to them.

****

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” said Ichiro with a nervous edge to his voice looking back to see where Hayashi could be?

“Taking justice into my own hands,” said David driving at warp speed. “You’re right! The case’s never going to make it to trail and you’re going to walk just as Daiki did.”

“You think I’m afraid of dying,” Ichiro exploded in laughter? “Fuck you and death.”

With his eyes glowing crimson red, David smirked and spoke in a demonic tone, “Who said anything about killing you? Death is quick, but pain can last for an eternity.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about giving you the same treatment you gave Neige!”

Ichiro chortled even harder.

“Have you ever had your shit pushed in?” asked David.

”You’ve been watching too many movies, detective. I’ve been to prison before and I’ve had my shit pushed in.”

“You misunderstand the question. How about I push your testicles up inside of you until it resembles a vagina? Or how about I just take my gun and blow your balls off and have you shitting through a colostomy bag for the rest of your life.”

Ichiro stopped chuckling as David made a sharp left and turned down an abandoned alley, then stopped the car.

He got out of the car, opened the trunk, and got a tire iron. Ichiro turned around as David opened the door, pulled him out of the car and shoved a dirty rag in Ichiro’s mouth to keep him from being heard.

With his hands behind his back, Ichiro tried to fight back and head-butted David. David took out his gun and aimed it at Ichiro.

“Please, don’t do this,” said Ichiro.

David removed the safety and clutched the trigger with his hands trembling.

“David, don’t do this,” said Hayashi as he ran into the alley.

David turned around and pointed the pistol at Hayashi.

“That’s right, point the gun at me,” said Hayashi as he stretched his arms out.

“I can’t let him get away with what he did to Neige!”

Ichiro screamed, “Listen to me, I swear on my dead mother that I didn’t do anything to Neige but rape her. When we left, she was still alive.”

David turned the gun back to Ichiro. “Bullshit! Alive? Half-beaten to death, unable to move, barely breathing, with her jaw torn off and the word “snitch” carved in her forehead. You call that alive, you scumbag?”

David shoved his gun to Ichiro’s lower abdomen. “You have one more time to lie to me and I swear you’ll be pissing and shitting out of a plastic bag.”

“David put your gun down,” said Hayashi.

David turned back at Hayashi. “Why? Why should I let this piece of shit just get away with killing Neige?”

“Because if you kill him, you’ll become exactly like him or worse. Killing Ichiro won’t bring Neige back, or bring her memory or any type of justice. Think of Myoko.”

The minute Hayashi said her name: David began to think of Myoko’s smile and lowered his gun. His eyes lost their red hue. He shook his head and began weeping. “She didn’t deserve what they did to her! She didn’t deserve it! She’s dead because of me!”

Hayashi walked over to David and hugged him. “It’s okay! Everything’s going to be alright. You’re not alone in this.”

As David got his bearings back, Hayashi put Ichiro back in the police car. When David got in the passenger seat, Hayashi’s eyes began to glow an odd shade of yellow before he got back in the car. Instincts made him look up at the top of a building close by, where he saw a figure looking exactly like Ichiro looking down at him and smiling.

Within seconds, the eyes of the figure shaped like Ichiro began to glow red and then it shape-shifted and change from Ichiro to a woman.

“She’s here!” he muttered to himself.

Illicit smiled as Hayashi stared at her for a brief moment and got back inside of the car and drove away.

“Humph! Well played, detective! Well played!”

BODY
(
ボデ
ィ
)

Robert’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he desperately tried to hold onto Illicit’s hips as she rode him wildly. Robert gripped Illicit’s waist with his hands as hard as he could as he shut his eyes.

“Ahhh, shit! Fuckkkk!”

While Robert’s body erupted violently in pleasure, Illicit got up off of him and without saying a word, strolled her naked body to the outside of Robert’s balcony and began staring at the crimson moon that emerged out of the blue once again.

More than anything, the moon was a reminder of her beloved
Hachiman
and how he battled so many gods that it turned the moon red.

“It won’t be long, my love,” said Illicit. “Whatever I have to sacrifice, I’ll free you from that fleshly prison.”

Robert snorted a line of cocaine and took a shot of D’usse before staggering to the balcony with Illicit.

“The world is ours, baby,” said Robert. “The world and everything in it.”

Illicit chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” said Robert as he sprinkled another line of cocaine on the side of his hand.

“It’s amazing how small you mortals think,” said Illicit. “A world to a god is nothing but a prison when you consider the universe. But I have a plan on how I can take back everything I have lost, including this world. It’s time that I eliminate every obstacle that stands in the way of me and my beloved.”

While Illicit thought of Hayashi and how he had got in her way with David, Robert snorted another line up one of his nostrils within seconds. Then, he went to Illicit and responded in a coke-induced rant, “That’s what I been saying the whole time. We need to kill these bitches! I’m talking about eliminate everything that stands in our way. Kento, Inato, Fukushima! Every adversary we have that breathes.”

“We need a new oyabun,” said Illicit.

“I’m just the man for the job,” said Robert.

Illicit rubbed Robert on the face and smiled. "You misunderstand me! I mean you're going to help in the rise of the new oyabun.”

Robert slowly backed away from Illicit. "What the fuck are you talking about? If there’s anyone who deserves to be the king of these fuckin’ streets, it’s me. I should be controlling and running Japan after helping these fucks defend their own land. It’s not like they’re going to do it!”

Illicit burst out in laughter. “You can barely control yourself, much less your nasty habit. An oyabun has to be able to control himself if nothing else.”

Robert shook his head, “Then who are we trying to get to become the new oyabun?”

“Don’t worry about that for the moment. The only thing you need to be concerned with is following the orders that I give you.”

Robert smirked. “Orders, I don’t take orders from you!” 

Illicit smiled as her eyes began to glow red. “On the contrary, my dear Robert. You have been taking orders from me since the day you were willing to sacrifice yourself for the crimson moon.”

“Fuck this!” said Robert as he turned around and began walking away from Illicit.

“Do you remember the story I told you about the blood moon?”

Robert fell to the floor suddenly and began bleeding from his nose and mouth as Illicit stood standing over him.

“Of course not! If it doesn’t have to do with pussy, cocaine or gambling, you aren’t interested. Let me enlighten you as to who's in control here."

Robert began coughing up blood and holding his throat as his veins began to bulge out of his temple.

“I am the goddess of death and destruction in the story. Aeons ago, I, along with my beloved Hachiman soldier launched a war against the gods. We silenced the heavens by staining it with the blood of gods. Together, we battled and defeated so many gods that it rained blood for an entire month. When the war was over, I found myself banished from the heavens and cursed to exist for an eternity in darkness without the love of my beloved. Had it not been for the faithfulness of my one true love, I would still be in that darkness.”

Illicit eyes turned back grey and suddenly Robert was able to breathe.

“What the fuck are you?"

For a second, it seemed as if Illicit ignored the question. She walked into the mirror and admired the vessel she had chosen to possess almost half a century ago.

“I have taken over many vessels, but none quite as beautiful as this one,” Illicit replied. “If you would have seen what they did to this girl, it would bring tears to your eyes.”

****

“Please, you don’t have to do this,” screamed Mizuki, wondering how it got to this moment, going from finishing her work for the night to suddenly being kidnapped by strange men not Japanese. Two were blond-haired, one's skin was so white even in the moonlight, it shine bright, and the other two were brown-skinned and the darkest of the five.

Ray, a 21-year-old U.S. Marine, put a knife to Mizuki's throat and told her if she made another sound he would slit her throat from ear to ear.

“Come on, Ray! We want a piece of that, too,” said another young American marine, Devin, as he flicked his cigarette to the ground. “Shit, fuck her and be quick about it.”

Ray grabbed Mizuki by the chin and forced her to look him in the eyes. Mizuki knew there was something wrong the minute the Americans stepped into Japanese borders and bombed their cities. It started with Tokyo, and from there, the chaos spread like a cancer.

“I want you to look at me, baby! You have some pretty eyes."

Ray ripped Mizuki's panties off and then looked at her and smiled, “Oh, that's a pretty pussy!  I almost hate to fuck it, it's so pretty.”

Ray fingered Mizuki, sniffed his fingers and licked them. “Ummmm! Love me some Japanese fish. I'm going to Pearl Harbor this bitch!"

Ray didn’t say another word. He rammed himself inside of Mizuki; the anger between Pearl Harbor and the extreme prejudice of war overwhelming all five men.

“Tell me to fuck you harder,” said Ray as he pumped ferociously like a wild animal.

Mizuki remained silent and sobbed. Ray took his fist and punched Mizuki in her porcelain face.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me bitch!'” bellowed Ray.

Mizuki broke out crying. Ray took his fist again and punched her in the jaw. “BITCH, I SAID TELL ME TO FUCK YOU HARDER!"

Mizuki looked at Ray and spit in his face, yelling in Japanese, “FUCK YOU!”

Ray wiped the spit off his face with his arm and glared down at Mizuki. “You fuckin’ cunt!”

Ray spit back in Mizuki's face and ripped Mizuki's skirt off. “Looks like what we have here boys is a fuckin’ asshole. And we all know what we do with assholes, right?"

“FUCK 'EM!” chanted Ray’s gang over and over.

“No, no!” said Mizuki as she began slapping Ray with the palm of her hands. Ray punched Mizuki and knocked her out cold. He proceeded to flip her over and rape her anally.

All of the men screamed, "For Pearl Harbor!"

After Ray was done, he got up, spit on her, and one by one, each of the five men in Ray’s crew gang-raped her and left her for dead...

****

Illicit looked in the mirror and rubbed her hands across her face. "For hours, that poor girl clung to life as each of the men raped her. And each time a new man got on top of her, the hate inside of her grew. This hate was so strong and powerful that it called me and drew me to her. I had never felt anything like it. It was a hate so strong that it exceeded my own. If it were power, it could have burned the heavens and consumed the flames of hell.”

“Shit!” said Robert as he lit up a blunt and sat there in a junkie-like daze captivated by every word Illicit spoke.

“As I stood over this dying girl I knew I had to have her. So I possessed her dying soul and immediately began to feed off of the hate which was inside her without her even knowing I was there.”

Robert stared Illicit up and down, intimidated at her power. Yet still, with all of the lines of coke he snorted, he couldn’t help but formed an erection from her immaculate body.

Robert inhaled a tote from the blunt and coughed hard. “So what, this bitch doesn’t even know you're inside of her?”

Robert’s veins began to bulge and blood began seeping out of his mouth and nose once more.

“If I were you, I would watch who you call bitch,” said Illicit as her eyes turned crimson red. “But no, Mizuki’s unaware of my existence inside of her. She’s in a personal hell. While I possess her and take control of her body, in her mind she’s reliving the experience of being raped by those men over and over again. It’s her hate that fuels my existence and each time she relives it, the hate grows stronger.”

Robert cuffed his hand under his nose to try and stop the blood, “If you're this all powerful goddess, then what the fuck do you want with me?”

“I needed a willing sacrifice to be offered and you gave me that when you jumped off the building and gave yourself up to me,” Illicit responded. "Do you know how hard it is to find someone who's willing to be a sacrifice and give up their life so effortlessly? I have been waiting centuries to find such a soul.”

“I was high when I jumped. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on."

Illicit looked down at Robert with pity. “A sacrifice has no prerequisite. The only qualification of a sacrifice is a willingness to give up their life. And you were that. But to answer your question, you're going to help me free the parts of myself that are locked in the deviants of Japan.”

“How?”

“With this yakuza war,” Illicit responded. “You’re going to help me turn things up. We’re going to make the Inato think it's the Fukushimas attacking them and vice versa until their blood overflow the streets. The more soldiers that die, the more my soul will be released.”

“How exactly do you want me to turn things up?"

“I have a plan in play for that. I’m going to make this personal and kill everything that's associated with any of the yakuza clans, with the exception of the Fukushima’s vice lords."

“Why the fuck is they exempt from being killed?"

Illicit smirked. “Because they're the fuel that fires my hate. The families' stupid war killed my best friend and they will pay when the time comes."

“After we kill all these people, then what?"

Illicit walked to the balcony and proceeded to look at the crimson moon once more. "Then everything will be in place to free my beloved from his prison.”