Christmas Onsen of Death (HC Part 14)

By JS2007

Helen needed to sleep. Her mind was racing after just getting through airport security at Narita before the Yakuza started extra checks on the passengers. They had missed her by minutes, but now she was safely on her way back to China. The two small pills would give her a couple of hours peace.

But dreams of another hot spring and a Christmas from five years ago came to haunt her, a nightmare instead of peace.

Then

It was her first Christmas at Kitakyushu, her new college, and most of the other students were using the traditional Japanese ‘lover’s holiday’ to disappear into their rooms with their present partner for an extended one on one (or two or three) session. However as neither Arimi nor Miki, her new friend, had sexual partners the pair had decided to get some extra Karate practice in, and not stay behind at College and be pitied.

The small Onsen’s restaurant sold the best Bento lunches in the area and they had started to regularly stop off there on the way back to College after visiting the Karate Dojo where the Fight instructor held her extra lessons. They shrugged off their coats and put them on the rack by the door and then as this was a very traditional establishment also removed their shoes and padded up to the counter to order. An added advantage was that the heating in the restaurant was also excellent as it was also part of a hot spring and shrine complex and the old style wooden building was over a hundred years old, and being a Shinto establishment was no respecter of Christmas. Through side doors open-air pools steamed and bubbled in the winter snow. Miki elbowed her friend in the ribs and inclined her head to the far end of the small room where at a single table sat one of their Colleges senior girls, a pretty twenty year old.

‘The Foreigner (Gaijin) must like our food,’ whispered the slim girl. Arimi was herself only half Japanese, and though Miki’s words were said in jest they touched a sore spot in the other teen. Only in the imagination of racial purists and bigots was Arimi noticeably not from Nippon, but she was sensitive to teasing and insults about her heritage. The other girl however was clearly only of half blood, her father an Indonesian drug runner had married a Tokyo woman, and the honey skinned girl with the delicate oriental features was the result. To cover her offence Miki added, ‘and she obviously doesn’t have a lover either, and that’s really unusual for a senior year student’.

On her first day at Kitakyushu Tech Arimi had seen the discipline counsellor. They had discussed Gin’s behaviour at her previous College; her very public killing of a fellow student, and then surprised her by knowing about her other killings as well. They had drugs to control these urges and a strict honour and discipline regime, she would be assigned to a senior student who had had similar problems, and they recommended a transfer to the ‘Assassin’ stream at the College. Her sempai had been the Foreigner, or Yasei as Arimi was allowed to call her, and she had regularly met and talked with the senior girl during her first two weeks at the College. Anytime she had wanted her she had come and talked over her problems, but that was all before Arimi became friends with Miki and her acceptance by her classmates. At their first meeting the older teen had explained why she was in the ‘special program’ by showing the new girl a tapped fight. Yasei, ‘Wild Spirit’, seemed hardly to suit the petite South Asian ‘hafu’ Japanese beauty, or so Arimi had thought.

It was two second years in a cestus match, the two nineteen year olds high above the ring on the ‘catwalk’, a high gantry set above the normal fight ring. She realised one must be Yasei as her rich honey coloured skin made her recognisable even though both girls were wearing regulation white face protectors. The girl Yasei was fighting was called Yukiko, a name Gin did not recognise, from Edo High, a well know fight College. Arimi could tell Yasei was fighting for Nagasaki Academy, one of the top three Yakiza Prison Colleges as she proudly showed her allegiance with her Colleges colours wrapped and bound about the claw and knuckleduster cestus gloves. The recording started immediately before the start of the fight with both young gladiatrix glaring at each other before climbing up to the catwalk. Yukiko was being massaged and caressed by a first year student with short brown curly hair. Edo high, like most fight Colleges allowed all the fighters to take lovers, and encouraged them to be their seconds in fights. This had the effect of not only encouraging them, but also enforcing discipline on the fighters, as they were always afraid of what might happen to their lovers if they disgraced themselves in the ring. Arimi could not tell for sure due to the face guards but both fighters seemed to be continually insulting abusing and taunting, and the small girl also seemed to be joining in the slanging match which seemed to upset and annoy Yasei even more, but Arimi could also clearly see the resemblance the eighteen year old had to Yasie.

Climbing up their respective ladders the two females faced each other across the latticework of narrow walkways they would be fighting on. Neither bowed in respect at the bell commencing the battle but just charged into combat. Both fighters were slim, dainty and elegant on the gantry as they danced around each other, smashing blows into their opponent’s tender body with the hard ridged fighting gloves that enclosed their hands and lower arms from fist to elbow, while trying for disembowelling kicks with their hardened foot and shin guards. They were both naked of course apart from their weapons and skipped about the slim criss-cross pathways on their bare feet, deftly avoiding the near killing fall to the concrete arena below. As normal with these web recordings the sounds of the fighters were barely audible above the screaming and cheering of the excited crowd of college students.

The aerial ballet was incredibly quick and vicious and both fighters were hitting hard and fast with very little held back. Gin wondered that the Ref had not called a warning as both girls seemed to going beyond the normal bounds of the fights code. However this was a cestus bout, where hitting was everything, and the two girls obviously hated each other and had decided to settle a long running feud with the clubbing fists and gouging claw of the cestus. It was clear Yukiko was an excellent boxer and kick boxer while Yasei was much nastier and more athletic and creative. Yukiko connected repeatedly with lefts and rights to the protected head of the other teen and peppered the other girl’s body. Gin could see blood dripping down from the edge of the white expressionless facemask, trickling from the eye sockets. However when the two naked girls clinched it always seemed to be Yasei who emerged victorious with the other College student forced to break, usually screaming with blood oozing from a clawed cunt, gouged ass or bitten tit. Once Yasei managed to grind her sharpened gloved knuckles into the pert bud of the other woman, tearing at the perky teat of the teen and on another occasion Yukiko was left howling in agony as she was caught completely off guard when the honey coloured Amazon spin kicked her across both battered boobs without any thought of the drop to the concrete she was risking if she missed her footing.

Then Yukiko scored with a kick to the already bruised slit of Yasei who wobbled but kept her footing on the slim plastic ramp allowing the other girl to close and hugging her enemy close with one arm started to pound in blows to the crotch and groin of the other woman with the sharp knuckleduster glove on her right arm. Yasei’s head was thrown back and though the mask hid her mouth Gin could guess that she was howling in agony as the other teen pulverised her womanhood. She managed to break the clinch by head butting the Edo High student sending her staggering back, just avoiding a fall into the ring. Collapsing on the walkway Yasei hugged her now red and purple stomach but had a natural fighter’s sixth sense as to the whereabouts of her foe. As Yukiko jumped back in to kick the downed teen, Yasei swung her fist up flush on the other teen’s hot steaming cunt. This time over the crowd noise Gin heard the scream as she collapsed across the catwalk both hard hands clasped to her busted cunt as blood dripped down from her groin onto the stadium flooring below. However instead of kicking the injured woman off of the catwalk to the concrete below and winning the fight Yasei hauled the girl back up. Propping her across the narrow walkway the Academy fighter proceeded to use her claws to repeatedly slash at the developing chest of the trapped girl whose head rocked and whose screams echoed even above the baying crowd.

Becoming weary of this entertainment Yasei then started to repeatedly pound her clubbed cestus onto the white hardened protective mask until blood oozed from the eyes, mouth and ear sockets. Eventually a warning was issued by the Ref for Yasei to end the fight, but at this she dragged the barely conscious form of the other Student across to the edge of the gantry, claws hooked into the skin below each or her ruined tits, and screamed into the mob of the opposing Colleges supporters. Gin suddenly realised it was the other girls ‘second’ that she was gesturing too and the small eighteen year old vaulted up to the edge of the ring. It was then that Gin spotted the real connection. Gin realised she was indeed looking at a smaller younger version of Yasei, obviously this was her younger sister. But as Arimi watched the young girls face became a picture of fear and she screamed out a silent ‘no’, lost in the noise of the crowd.

The younger woman’s pretty face had changed to a mask of horror as her lover’s neck was snapped before her eyes. But this was not the end of the spectacle as before any of the refs or coaches could climb the gantry the dead carcass was desecrated. Yasei chewed off both teats and spat them down to the crying girl below her before tearing out the dead Students clit with her teeth and eating it. As a final act, just as one of the judges shot her with a Taser, she disembowelled her enemy and drenched her sister in her lover’s blood.

Yasei turned off the tape and sat back. Arimi noted her hands were shacking badly.

‘I was inseparable from my younger sister.’ She sighed. ‘We did everything together and then instead of coming to College with me she went to another College, and found someone else to love.’ A single tear ran down the dainty Asian Hafu’s cheek, ‘So I killed her lover,’ she sighed, ‘and now she hates me even more.’

Yasei went on to explain how K Tech had taken her in after her expulsion from her previous College and with drugs and special coaching she was not only able to control her anger but now able to kill more efficiently than before. Unfortunately every smile and laugh as she described what she had done and enjoyed doing only made Gin cringe. The College management must have assumed that Arimi was very like Yasei, and they would be able to train up another heartless killer to sell on to the Yakuza. Gin had nearly given in and accepted her fate as a hired killer after attending a series of these ‘counselling’ meeting and chats with Yasei, but Arimi had been lucky that after making friends with Miki, and her new friends mother, the Colleges fight coach, had stepped in and taken her out of the ‘special program’. The fact that Yasei had shown no emotion at all when Arimi had told her she would no longer be seeing her made her pity the twenty year old even more. On every occasion they had met since over the following months Yasei had not even acknowledged the younger girl, and Arimi noticed she was always alone.

All three Kitakyushu Tech Students were wearing their seifuku sailor suit College uniforms. The trimmings and silk scarf were in the College colour of sunglow yellow over the white and blue micro mini dress, their knickers on display and sending the pulse racing of the three workmen who were eating at a corner table. Being a senior the Foreigners knickers were no more than a small strip at the front and a string up her ass, hardly covering anything and as she knelt at the low table it appeared as if she was wearing nothing under her revealing outfit.

As Miki pondered over her choice of meal a cold blast of air swept into the room and two giggling girls entered from the hot spring chanGing area, their hair still dripping as they towelled it off. They were wearing blue seifuku with a green trim that marked them as from Kongo High, Kitakyushu Tech’s closes neighbouring Yakuza College, and its students sworn enemies. Miki gasped and the chatter and idle conversation in the room suddenly went quit. The eyes of the two second year girls widened in shock as they stood rooted to the spot facing the Foreigner. It took a few seconds before Gin realised what was happening. The strict code of the ‘fight’ Colleges meant that though pledged to war neither sets of students was allowed to fight except in very specific circumstances. Arranged mass battles in playgrounds were laid on at least once a year and the areas disco trashed once a term. These gang fights were strictly controlled and led only to a few fatalities each semester. However any challenge could never be ignored or insult overlooked.

Coming straight out of the hot spring the College girls had not bothered to change completely and their giggles as they entered reflected the fact they still held their knickers in their hands and were obviously intent on causing a few heart attacks in the restaurant as they put them on. But showing your bare slit to another fighter was the ultimate challenge and even as the restaurant suddenly went deathly quiet, and the manager and staff ran through the sliding doors into the kitchen, the Foreigner quickly rose to her feet and in the same fluid motion ripped of her thong, flicking her skirt up to show her own Brazilian trimmed cunt.

‘Challenge accepted.’ She said in a cold monotone.

All three older teens glared at each other while the last patrons scurried out and then still locked in the ‘stare down’ peeled off their uniforms leaving themselves only in their thigh high socks, white for the K Tech student and dark blue and green plaid for the other two Students. The two Kongo High students were toned and fit but by their stance Gin could sense they were probably not in the main ‘fight’ stream at their College. The Foreigner however Gin knew. She also was not in the ‘fight’ classes at Kitakyushu Tech, but only because she had been banned as a first year. Her tattooed torso also showed off her gang affiliations and Gin could sense the fear in the two friends as they involuntarily closed up to touch shoulders, as they stood firm in front of the fusuma sliding door out to the pool.

The atmosphere in the little restaurant was now positively chilly, even with the volcanic powered heating. Suddenly the slightly taller of the two Kongo teens stepped forward and quickly bowed. ‘There are two of us. Please permit Rukia to leave and I will fight you in single combat.’ Her friend gasped and turned to argue but the Foreigner cut any reply short.

‘No, neither of you shall leave, but if you are worried about numbers, one of our first years can join the fight.’ With a nod of her head she indicated Gin and Miki, but neither Kongo High student took their eyes off of Yasei, they were rabbits caught in the headlights of an onrushing car. Gin felt slightly insulted, but it was obvious to her that the two other Students knew exactly who they were facing. Suddenly she was filled with sympathy and admiration for the girl who had volunteered to stay behind, and die alone to save her friend. Before Gin could react Miki had hoist up her skirt and slipped off her knickers and as her worried friend looked on, she quickly slipped out of her uniform to stand behind her senior, naked except for her thigh high hold up socks. The two girls bowed low towards Miki.

‘I am Yachiru. We are pleased to fight you, and can assure you by the honour code we will not intentionally cripple or kill juniors.’ At this Yasei laughed.

‘Stupid. This is a challenge duel, anyone who fights can be killed,’ she smiled, ‘or worse, and I will kill anyone, old’, and then she laughed again and looked directly into the glaring eyes of the Kongo High College girls, before adding with emphasis, ‘or young, from a institution like yours.’ Miki blanched at this but its effect on the other two girls was shocking. Both their faces turned ashen. Were they such cowards, Gin thought; even to fear the name of death. Yasei seemed to smell their fear. ‘Do you want to fight, or do I just kill you now’, she said mockingly, with a broad grin on her pretty face. Bending slightly she reached down and picked up a bowl of Miso soup from one of the low tables and threw the hot stew at the girls who jumped to avoid the scalding liquid. However they then quickly resumed their stance, shoulder to shoulder facing the twenty year old, in front of the door to the bathing area.

The Foreigner started to stalk the two second year’s from Kongo High and they moved to follow her every move as she effortlessly covered the uneven flooring stepping across the tatami matting over cushions and onto the low tables without seeming to look while keeping perfect balance and her whole body focused on her two opponents. Gin was struck by the older girls beauty, she was short and petite, only as tall as the second years, with shortish curly brown hair and for all her reputation was not as muscular as the two younger teens. The two Kongo Students Gin noticed seemed to be nearly reading each other’s minds as they moved in unison. Rukai, the bigger of the two, and more mannish, had spiky black hair while her prettier companion had classic long black locks down to her ass. As they moved, Gin spotted matching sakura blossom tattoos on each girl’s right bottom.

Yasei had nearly completely circled the girls and was about to move to a position by the door through which they had entered. This seemed to be the trigger for the taller of the two to make up her mind and launch an all-out assault against the older female. The older bitch was taken a bit by surprise and forced to retreat towards the kitchen. Gin admired Rukia’s technique, she was quite quick and was putting a lot of power into her kicks and punches, but the mocking smile on the K Tech senior did not waiver as she blocked and absorbed the flurry of fists and feet. Miki cautiously approached the other girl who still stood unmoved ‘en guarde’, watching her friend’s attack. Miki realised that any attempt to help her fellow Collegemate would only probably end with her interfering with the bout between the two older teens and end in a stiff rebuke or worse from the Foreigner. However she felt she should at least show aggression against the other girl even if the second year was showing no interest at all in attacking her. Gin wondered if she was so unskilled even a first year was too much for her, but then looked again at her body and stance thought, no she was skilled even if not a top level fighter and with her years extra growth was many pounds and four inches taller than Miki.

‘Miki, leave it to Yasei,’ Gin called above the thuds and crashes as the two older girls fought over by the kitchen.

A continual sound track of screams and curses punctuating the attacks of the Kongo Student as Yasei still retreated taking the onslaught without seeming to care. Then Rukia scored a lucky strike as the Foreigner managed to duck into a fist and fell back with a bloody nose and cut lip. The glare that the mixed race woman gave the younger girl chilled Gin’s blood. Her eyes seemed to turn into hot coals and the stunned Rukia stepped back as if physically punched. The punches as well as kicks followed. With a scream Yasei stormed into action. First a chop across the 34 inch grapefruits of the other girl but even while the Kongo High Student was attempting to cover her bruised chest the older vixen had switched to a finger thrust to the downy haired cunt of the younger girl. The groan of tit pain continued into a howl of anguish as the probing finger slashed at her slit and jammed in the other teens red throbbing clit through her bruised sex lips. Rukia staggered back holding herself bent low as blood oozed between her fingers and dripped onto the tatami mats. However as the Foreigner jumped into a spin kick the other teen fell flat to the matting and snatching up a discarded chop stick jammed the blunt implement into the puckered ass of the older teen as her leg swished over her head. Yasei screamed but still managed to donkey kick the other girl before collapsing to the floor moaning. She Gingerly removing the wood from her sphincter and then wiped the blood from her butt as holding her ruined ass she regained her feet, grinning.

‘You are too good to be in a shit College like Kongo,’ then she reached across the counter by the food hatch and picked up two of the cooks sharpest knives. She flicked them both carelessly into the air caught them again and then proffered one to the younger teen. ‘Let’s see how you are with a blade’. Rukia tentatively reached for the rubber handle only for it to be snatched back from her reaching hand and with a blur of movement Yasei neatly sliced a crimson streak across the other girls jutting chest.

‘Shit!’ shrieked the other Student as she stepped back examining the stinging wound across her mammeries. Her friend moaned and bit her lip hard, but to Gins surprise refused to leave her position and help, but stayed in place by the door. Rukia’s tender flesh had been skimmed, just enough to bleed and hurt, but not enough to cause any real damage.

‘Catch,’ called across Yasei as she deftly flicked the blood stained knife at the girl. It thudded hilt first into the younger female’s chest between her now bloody breasts, and she stepped back with a cry having missed the move completely. Gin saw the other Kongo Students face pale and a howl was caught in her throat as she realised it was the hilt and not the blade that had hit her friend squarely above the heart, now tears sprang from her eyes as she realised she had twice been reprieved from death by the killer. The knife clanged to the floor at the girl’s feet.

‘You should’nt try taking up baseball’, mocked the Foreigner, flicking her own blade across the room to stick quivering into the wall by the door, narrowly missing a ducking Yachiru. ‘You too are lovers aren’t you,’ mocked the honey skinned bitch as she saw how the two girls exchanged despairing looks with each other. ‘Never trust another bitch as your lover, at least with a boy you know you can never trust him anyway,’ she snarled. ‘I was thinking of letting you live, as I didn’t come here for you, but I don’t think I will anymore.’ Rukia slowly retreated back to her friend and gave her a quick hug as the other girl was now shaking. They exchanged a whispered conversation before the Foreigner demanded their attention again. ‘Idiot, pick up the blade, I’m giving you a chance,’ mocked the older girl. Bewildered the two younger teens watched the exchange between the fighters, and then Yasei deliberately turned her back on Rukai and started to read through the orders that the chef had been making up. Tentatively the younger teen went forward and bent to retrieve the knife and then stood up, only a few meters away from the turned back of the K Tech senior.

‘Turn to face me,’ Rukai said in a shaking voice, fighting the temptation to plunge the steel into the honey coloured bitches kidneys, but Yasei just giggled and continued to run her hand down the list of orders.

‘Were you having a party? This order is far too sweet for adults, you must like children’s food,’ mocked the Foreigner over her shoulder, her voice still level, calm and insolent, but Gin sensed a sudden hardening of the atmosphere in the room. The two Kongo High second years exchanged glances and with a nod from her friend Rukia jumped forward with the knife slashing at the Foreigner’s tattooed back.

The beauty swivelled but was not fast enough to avoid a long cut across her back. Stifling a cry Yasei cracked a kick into the younger teens side, but fear and desperation made the Kongo High Student ignore her pain and she slashed again at the other young gladiatrix, gouGing a bloody lump from the older girl’s left tit and nearly decapitating the teat itself. Gin was beGinning to feel concern for her old sempai; she was rapidly becoming drenched in her own blood. However with a yell the more experienced fighter closed and with a flurry of chops and punches had the younger teen rocking. Then Yasei tripped the Kongo Student and the two girls rolled on the floor as the older girl tried for a nerve pinch strangle on her younger enemy, but again driven by fear and duty Rukai managed to force the Foreigner back by cutting for her pretty face. The unexpected knife lung was successful, as the blade etched a scarlet channel across Yasei’s forehead and she rolled away from the other girl screaming. Miki started to edge forward as she realised that she could not let her senior die and Gin noted that Yachiru, though obviously wanting to join the fight still seemed pinned in place. However the nature of the combat changed drastically as the younger gladiatrix tried to capitalise on the now bloody faced Yasei who was trying to clear her eyes of the sticky red liquid running down her face. Crawling forward Rukia placed the knife above the older teen’s heart.

‘Yield’, she said in a quavering voice, only for one of Yasie’s legs to suddenly kick out catching her with a smack under the chin, sending the knife flying. Rukia sprawled groaning on the floor, and then the Foreigner sprang up, ignoring her own injuries, she hauled the younger teen up by her tits and thudded knee after knee into her body as she held her by her short spikey hair. Then suddenly Yachiru jumped into action, but she didn’t try to rush across the room to aid her lover. Gin gasped as she covered the few meters between herself and Miki in one vault and winded the younger girl with a perfect heel kick into her lower belly and then snatching Miki up by her hair, she yanked the smaller girl to her and clamped her in a neck lock.
‘Stop your attack bitch or your first year dies.’ She shouted across at Yasei. Gin smiled, knowing her friend was in no real danger. The girl had realised that she could never make it across the room in time to help Rukia, but the obligation of sempai to juniors was all important in the Colleges code of honour, so she had chosen to attack Miki. This threat would force the Foreigner to relent and come to Miki’s aid, but to Gin’s surprise Yasei just laughed. With an evil grin the pretty honey coloured girl screamed her defiance.

‘Hai!’ bellowed the Foreigner as she brought down her right hand in a classic karate chop with full force across the neck of the injured girl. Gin gasped as Rukia fell to the floor motionless. There was silence in the room as the other three Students looked on in shock. Miki was thrust away, discarded by the Kongo student who had obviously no intention of harming someone as unskilled as the K Tech first year. Shock was replaced by grief as Yachiru screamed in protest and then charged across the restaurant scattering cushions towards where a smiling Yasei stood above the unmoving form of her lover. The fury of her attack forced the older blood coated teen back and the girl now took up guard across the recumbent body of her bedmate.

Now Yasie seemed to channel all her fury on the younger girl protecting her sweetheart. The Kongo High Student stood astride the body of her lover blocking as many of Yasei’s kicks and punches as she could, but taking the majority of them on her rapidly bruising torso and chest. Gin was surprised at the relentless onslaught the Foreigner was mounting, as she seemed hardly to take breath before commencing with another flurry of punches. The younger Student was now crying, tears trickling down her cheeks as she tried to counter the moves of the more experienced fighter. As Yasei circled her prey the girl continually had to hop over the body lying prone beneath her feet. Gin could sense her desperate need to look down and see how her lover was, was she dead or alive, was she crippled or just stunned, but the pace of the fight gave her no chance and she had to keep her eyes focused on every move of the Foreigner. The girl was sweating, ignoring her pain and biting her lip to stop her sobs. Then Yasei stepped back, laughed and called across to the other teen..

‘I wonder what you will do now’, she had circled round the girl and was slowly approaching the door to the hot springs. Gin didn’t understand what was going on but saw a flash of concern cross the teens face replaced by relief when the Foreigner retraced her steps circling back the other way. Gin had meanwhile moved to help Miki, and quickly revived her stunned friend, and the pair of them now stood to one side, spectators to the action as Yasei prowled around the Kongo High Student guarding the injured form of her bed mate.

‘If you don’t leave your lover to me, I am going to send those two little vixens through the door. You see the taller one, that’s the psycho ‘Gin’ from H High. You have heard of her murders I’m sure.’ The Foreigner gestured towards Gin and Miki, and indicted the door out to the pool. The two younger girls were mystified by their senior’s antics, and Gin insulted by her referring to her infamous past. However before the two first year girls even had a chance to act a blur of movement made Gin dodge back as the Kongo High teen vaulted quickly across the room leaving the body of her stricken lover to the tender mercies of Yasei. She now stood in front of the two younger teens blocking their access to the door. ‘Good choice, ‘Mummy’, good choice,’ purred the pretty Hafu. Yachiru was now back in her former position standing poised ‘en guarde’ by the sliding door. Gin could see that she was blinking away tears and trickles of salty water were running down her cheeks and dripping on her firm rounded tits. The Foreigner flicked over Rukia with her foot having first prodded her recumbent body with her toe to see if she would respond. Gin could not tell whether she was alive or not. Yasei smiled at the other girl and then placed her foot firmly across the mouth and nose of the unmoving teen. Yachiru stayed fixed by the door, sobbing occasionally, as the Foreigner made sure of her kill, smothering the other Student with her naked foot. Even Gin could not look on at this slow methodical murder, but had to close her eyes, when the girl’s body started to jerk and convulse before her bowels voided themselves covering the white tatami flooring. Miki also started to sob too, this was cold blooded execution, committed with a smile.

Yachiru bowed towards her dieing lover and Gin heard her whisper under her breath. ‘I also will die a worthy death. We vowed to protect.’
Yasei had retrieved the discarded blade and nonchalantly offered it to the other girl. The younger teen followed her every move, concentrating and covering her threat.

‘You may have a chance to win if you have the knife,’ the older vixen hissed at the other teen. Yachiru shook her head, but even as she did so the momentary loss of concentration was enough for the older bitch to strike. Gin wondered what drugs the Foreigner took to be able to fight on with so much pain and blood loss, but then thought, no, she had none, this is just her killing fury, her demon. The sharp kitchen knife was only a shining blur as Yasie swung it in an arc cutting out the throat and jugular of the other Student sending a spray of magenta across the room. Yachiru fell back both hands clamped to her throat, which now gushed scarlet liquid in a torrent. Tripping over a cushion she landed heavily on the floor, staining it red. She still had both hands attempting to staunch the blood flowing from her slit throat as she rocked in agony knowing death was near. Rolling over she tried to crawl towards the door only for Yasei to plunge the blade into her sweaty back. She tried to scream but only managed to roll onto her back and cough and choke on her own life blood, and then the honey coloured Amazon stuck her like a pig repeatedly in the belly.

Surreally the sounds of giggles and laughter suddenly floated into the room from outside, and then some high pitched yelling and shouting, followed by the pattering of tiny wet feet across the stones and snow outside by the spring and pool area. The door to the hot pools slid open, and in rushed five laughing middle schoolers in pristine new formal uniforms. They skidded to a halt in the doorway, their smiles frozen on their faces.

‘Sempai,’ they all wailed in unison at the sight of the butchered Yachiru, and then all five sets of eyes widened as they looked around the room at the carnage in the restaurant. Kneeling by the side of her victim Yasei looked up at the young girls. She must have looked like a monster to the children, covered in blood and bruises, her knife glinting in the low sunlight, still dripping crimson.

‘Five little kittens for drowning,’ hissed the twenty year old, smiling a heartless smile at the school children, ‘or more correctly dissecting.’

As Yasei stepped over her body towards the children Yachiru reached out in despair and gripped the demon’s ankle weakly with a bloody hand, only for it to be nonchalantly kicked away as the older girl walked on towards her frozen prey. She coughed up another gout of blood, and unable to speak her eyes searched the room for help and found Gin. They pleaded silently, and then after another gurgling coughing fit rolled back into her head. Gin looked quickly across at the discarded uniforms of the second years and for the first time saw the red roses on each right breast, ‘House Mothers’.

Everything now made sense to Gin. The red rose signified the older students who supervised and were the nannies and protectors of the younger children who stayed at the Colleges. New students would be assigned a dorm and a ‘House Mother’ to look after them. Gin could distinctly remember wetting her bed repeatedly and her ‘Mummy’ had had to sleep with her until her horrific dreams stopped, she now however owned a nightclub in Tokyo and was a top Yakuza leader. Gin also realised the bevy of young teens were brand new middle school ‘probationers’.

Gin could remember when she herself had first been inducted and given her scarf for her seifuku sailor suit, she and her classmates had listened attentively to the lecture on the Colleges history and the honour of being allowed to wear the colours, she had not removed the silk for a week. Gin bowed low towards the still forms of Rukai and Yachiru, ‘House Mothers’ sworn to defend their chicks to the death against any predator, for they had died willingly doing their duty. She realised the five middle schooler’s had just taken their College loyalty oaths, and as a treat been taken to the hot spring to celebrate by their new ‘Mummy’s’. When the College year started in March they would join Kongo’s Junior High, as freshmen. Their celebrations had however been interrupted in the most violent of manners, an introduction as to what their next six years would be like, if they out lived today. They were the victims the Foreigner had come for, ordered to send an unforgettable message to K Tech’s local rival.

Now

‘Wake up madam, we are coming into approach and you will need to fasten your seatbelt’, the stewardess said with a smile, and then recoiled in shock as the young American women in the first class seat started to scream, and scream, and scream.

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