A New Start (HC Part 15)
By JS2007
Akiko had spent over a month in the University Hospital, her face had needed major reconstruction, dental work and plastic surgery, and then for the next eight weeks she was wearing a face shield, and then undergoing more cosmetic work and learning her new identity in a very private hospital in California. However ‘Ms Murry’ was there on the first day of term to enrole having just ‘flown in from LAX’, with her new identity and back story as a part Japanese but all American, California Yonsei fourth generation AngloJap gang-girl. But this time for ‘real’, not as part of the tribal dress of a Tokyo street gang, a natural tan, not an exaggerated spray on orange, and a subtle honey blonde, not metallic silver, and she had even been given freckles. The ‘work’ she had had done and the deep cover story constructed for the teen had cost Helen a fortune, and all her money for the bounty paid to her for ‘Arimi’s’ death had been spent, and embarrassingly most of her mother’s ‘emergency money’ too. A subtle blending of races was not the main change to the 18 year old brat who had terrorised the University in July. The Universities new October entry students found a modestly dressed young girl, with the same name as the ‘imposter’ who had arrived in mid-summer, and the quiet and studious American of the autumn could not be more of a contrast.
And Helen too had changed. The Yakuza had sent an investigation team after the deadly ‘Arimi’ incident, and she had had to keep a straight face and sympathise with Fuso on the loss of his ex-lover, while his older brother told the younger man to ‘toughen up’ as they would have killed her on sight if they couldn’t capture her alive for interrogation. The older man, much to Helen’s amusement, had then tried desperately to get the Black Asian beauty into his bed for the night. Hiro had switched to Japanese when he wanted to talk confidentially to Fuso, little suspecting that of course Helen, the Black Asian Chinese American, was of course a native Japanese speaker, and the very person’s death they were here to confirm. It was the older man who would indeed have tortured and killed her if he knew who she really was, but having failed to get the 23 years old ‘American’ into his bed, had then encouraged his younger brother to try his charms on the deep burgundy red headed African-American half Chinese. Hiro told his brother he needed a good woman to cheer him up, as they had indeed confirmed his old lover’s death.
For the first time in her life Helen had spent a weekend walking around town like a normal girl, eating at fancy restaurants, and then spent the night in the big bed of a luxury hotel in the arms of her lover, and without fear of discovery. It had been embarrassing at first, as Helen had no suitable cloths to wear to fancy nightspots or any idea how to choose cloths or what to wear. She was lost without a cover briefing, a provided wardrobe, and a backstory and script to work too. Here in Shanghai she had never left the confines of the University campus except for visits to very low end neighbourhoods, and her Shanghainese was accented even worse than her Mandarin. Now she was a rich tourist in Shanghai, the city she had lived in for over a year, with no idea how to act like herself. But Fuso had loved buying her cloths, taking her to see the sites, and walking along the Bund, in the open, for anyone to see, and drying her tears when she lost confidence at silly things. Without a persona to play she was suddenly terrified, and he had to stop her from striking out with frustration at imagined slights, and repeatedly bursting into tears at her own ignorance.
Fuso had been jealously cursed by Hiro for his hidden talent with beautiful women, and then just before they and their team were due to fly home, the older man had taken her aside and thanked her for helping his younger brother get over ‘a real bitch’, as he had been in a deep depression for over four years due to the ‘betrayal’ of the women Helen had killed. The prince of the clan had then assured her of their eternal thanks, and invited her to Japan to visit his brother there, as she was obviously the medicine Fuso needed to get over the silver haired assassin who had ensnared him.
During the August, while Akiko recovered Helen had enjoyed being courted by her ‘new’ rich Japanese boyfriend, and had been able to openly visit Japan to see him. She had had one day of despair when Fuso explained to her that his family were in the process of arranging a wife for him from another Clan, but she had always known in her heart that with her new identity she could never officially be his wife, and as Arimi was ‘dead’, her secret marriage was ended. He had told her that as he was a second son, and by an official ‘Concubine’ who his father had had executed, he was not a big catch, so some unlucky second daughter somewhere would eventually be traded for some ‘understanding’ or another and become his wife so sealing a deal. But he had added she had impressed his brother, and that Hiro had convinced their father that she was no threat, and a perfect Concubine for the young man, hopefully keeping him out of trouble, and so letting him pay more attention to his family duties.
Arimi/Gin was dead, long live Helen, or so she had thought before the episode with the Siren Abbess.
Then had come the shock of Mrs Rie’s intervention, and Helen had kept her head down for the next month after the assassination. Fuso visited, and found her subdued and not wanting to talk about what had happened with his aunt and her mother, and both must have realised who the shooter at the Onsen was, but her mother was now so scared of discovery she did not dare contact her. She also had to go back into therapy as she could not sleep, the events of her assassination of the Siren had forced the long submerged older memories of Yasie to resurface. But now she had the return of Akiko to look forward to, and was slowly being weaned off her drug regime, and again, after weeks sleeping under the care of Jiang and Chunhua, was back in her own small flat to welcome her new fellow American ‘hafu’ flat mate
Helen though relieved by the change in Akiko’s behaviour was also saddened by the loss of the confident, happy-go-lucky teen whose smile lit up rooms, and whose every gesture made everyone present fall under her spell. But that of course was the problem; a Siren was not something you could let out into the world un-checked, as even without thinking the girl had caused havoc in July. Her face though pretty was not the perfection it had been, and her smile now was a bit more crooked than straight, but these were only the support for her skills in body language, gestures, behaviour, and even smell, that could convince anyone she really put her spell on to do exactly what she wanted. To do all this hypnotic ‘magic’, her hormones surged, she exuded pheromones, dilated her eyes, increased her heart rate and flushed her face, and she had been expertly trained in how to use these natural responses to her advantage without even thinking, and read every gesture and word, as she mesmerised her prey. But these physical responses could be monitored, and the second generation ‘control device’ fitted under her skin at the base of her neck, would now quickly flood her with suppressants as well as trigger agonising pain, this was not the crude device the University techs had experimented with on Mahogany. The use of Akiko’s skills had become second nature to her, from a free cup of coffee to the loan/gift of $10, to sleeping with whoever she pleased, and it had been much more of a trauma to the young woman to lose those, as was the major physical injury she suffered to her perfect face in her fight with Helen. She was also used to everyone loving her, finding her fun to be with, the centre of every crowd, and of course doing exactly what she wanted.
The device worked by mainly activating nerve responses and cutting off neural pathways, and was far in advance of the device Helen had had tried out on her Amazon minder, which was for the much more simpler role of anger management. However it had taken weeks of agony before Akiko could control her natural response to things, and even then she found it hard. She developed a stammer, and seemed to collapse in on herself, losing all confidence and not wanting to talk to anyone when they went outside of the small apartment they shared together, in fear of triggering her control. Luckily, before Akiko started her studies officially, Helen, who was horrified at the change in the ever smiling teen, had manged to get the professor in charge of the research project on her ‘leash’ to give her some freedom from her inhibitor, but he would only go so far as to reduce the levels of the nerve shocks. However Helen feared some lasting damage may have been done, as Akiko was still very quiet and introverted, and the memories of her screaming in agony, rolling around on the floor of the small apartment they shared due to having cheekily tried to get Jiang to do her laundry for her, or on another occasion trying to convince Chunhua to get her a soda from the freezer, had made Helen and the two Chinese lovers regret what they had allowed the University Hospital research section to do, but Professor Nakimora had insisted, saying it was the only way the main faculty would accept her.
Helen had vivid memories of her own first day at her transfer College when she was an 18 years old. At least Akiko would not have to carry around Gin’s reputation, and coming to even a Yakuza College half way through the year, at the start of the Autumn Term, as a ‘Transfer Student’ was hard. Of course she had been forcefully relocated from the institution she had been in since she was a middle-schooler, and it was difficult, especially as she had had to flee for her life after two unsanctioned murders of other girls.
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Then…
Her old best friend Ichigo’s ‘Uncle’ had found Arimi a new College to attend, and one where her special talents would be appreciated. But that could only be in another criminal institution, and one sponsored by another rival Yakuza clan. Even though she was not of the ‘blood’ and could only be ‘ronin’, no matter how skilled she was, but those skills made her a valuable commodity.
The dark haired girl bowed low to the students in the small lecture room.
‘My name is Arimi. Please take care of me’ she said in the formula for a student starting in a new college. Her jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders and as she straightened up she showed annoyance in flicking the unfamiliar long locks from out of her face. The lecturer went through the formula of introductions and allotted a seat towards the back of the room, but Arimi knew from the looks of unconcealed appraisal and lust from the boys and whispering and glares from the girls that any amount of ‘official cover stories’ was not going to make much difference to her reception at her new college. One girl sitting beside the empty chair reserved for her was holding Arimi in a fixed stare. She recognised the girl immediately. The intensive fight training at H High had insured the scouting out of all the other college fighters. Miki had started the year in April as the third ranked first year fighter here at Kitakyushu Tech but when the first rank teen had broken her hip in a bad fall during training and the second ranked girl had disappeared a few weeks later (amid rumours of a death in a pit fight against a girl from another college over a boyfriend) she had found herself as her colleges number one representative.
Arimi had watched the three fights she had had before the summer break, she was OK but nothing special as befitted a second rank college like the one she was now joining. Miki had won her first fight in a tough match where she had forced a vicious submission nearly ripping the nipples off of a girl from similar low ranked college then lost from three knock downs in a bloody fight against Takayama from Arata Private College who had clearly out classed her before suffering a terrible loss to Ako from Honso Tech, a top ranked college. Ako was a nasty cruel fighter who had delighted in teasing the less skilled teen bringing her nearly to the limit to force a submission before changing her attack and torturing another part of Miki’s brutalised body. The fight had stayed in Arimi’s mind and had insured she in her turn had given Ako no mercy in their fight as she had destroyed her in front of her college. The girls around Miki continued to whisper to her and glare at Arimi as she walked to her chair, but Arimi could see through the cold stare from the other fighter. Miki's fear made her eyes somehow hollow and Arimi could sense the stiffness in the way she held herself. ‘She is petrified by my reputation’ thought the new girl, and then hung her head as she realised that any chance of a new start was already a dream. ‘They only think of me as a killer, so much for growing out my hair and reverting to my real name’, thought Arimi.
Her imprisonment awaiting ‘deletion from the records’ at her previous college for a brutal killing of a rival over a boy, had led her into even deeper trouble after her pink haired friend had organised her escape. Within weeks her old best friend Ichigo’s ‘uncle’, who she had known since she was a spotty 12 year old, had had to rescue her from a very sticky situation in a luxury hotel room in Kyoto, covered in blood with another dead girl at her feet. A Yakuza family may not be everybody’s dream but it can help, and Ichigo’s family had a lot of influence. The summer break had flown by as she repaid her debt acting as an enforcer and bodyguard for an ‘Idol’ group. Whereas teen fans could push around the average six-foot by six-foot bouncer a teen of similar age who knew what to do could easily handle them. Ichigo had visited her often and they had spent a week in Hawaii as special guards for a bishi singer who was normally always mobbed by school girl fans. Ichigo though had to be careful, as as a family member she carried a full set of Gokudo tatoo’s, normally hidden by body paint, unlike Arimi who was a fee lance ronin. The Yakuza had arranged her transfer of colleges and the head of Kitakyushu was only too pleased to gain a proven killer to add to the Colleges private Assassination school. However Ichigo now had to pretend to hate her old friend Arimi, or else she would be suspected of being an accomplice in her escape, but their relationship had gone from love to hate, to love to lust (on Ichigo’s part anyway), and then back to love again so many times over the years they had known each other in the Yakuza school/prison. She missed the strawberry pink haired young women with her infectious laugh so much.
She had been at the new College two weeks before she decided to go to see the practice gym used by the Fight Team. The ‘Special Project’ Assassination team that she was being groomed for was proving a mental strain. She had killed, but cold blooded murder was something she found repulsive and dishonourable, so she decided to find out what the fighters were like. She had also realised that she was slowly being drugged into a near zombie state to control her temper and killer tendencies, and set on the path to becoming a payed up serial killer, and she had made a promise with herself rather than let that happen to jump from the Rainbow Bridge into Tokyo Bay.
It was a much smaller gym than Arimi was used too with only a small half size ring for practise bouts, and for real matches an adjoining hall was taken over by the college. For the first time it struck her that this is what being in the lower status colleges meant, this was clearly second division, goodness knows what fighting for the bottom ranked colleges would be like. She herself had sneered at the lower colleges. Now she knew what they had to deal with. No one spoke to her as she started to practise on the speed bag and then the kick post. The practice uniform was a bright sun yellow one piece and as usual made of skin tight nylon stretched two sizes too small across her budding 18 rear old` body. The hip was cut very high to nearly under her arm and her cunt lips showed clearly defined by the yellow material as did her teats show themselves pointing proudly through the low cut front only just hidden by the swim suit. She had registered with the gym mistress earlier and had only received a nod of acknowledgement. Then she was given an angry rebuke and told to take off her boots much to the amusement of all the other teens in the gym. She had not been able to get the yellow boots of the college as they were still on order for her. She had thus worn her tried and tested orange boots which the gym teacher now took great pleasure in cutting up with a knife in front of the other 18 year old first year students, as she hung her head and turned a bright red. The woman had then deposited her treasured boots into the rubbish chute. As the gym began to fill she saw Miki enter with a group of friend. It was obvious they were trying to encourage her and cheer her up, they all thought the new girl had come to take her place on the college fight-team. The gym teacher had no intention of making it easy for Arimi and arranged a sparring fight with a large girl who she did not know. Both girls wore similar protection of gloves and joint padding supports as well as a neck support.
Arimi tried not to hurt Naroko too much as this was one of her future team mates but the young woman, though large and strong, was completely unskilled, and she managed to duck her face into a drop kick aimed at her chest. Naroko was carried out with blood flowing from her nose and mouth amid much muttering from her friends. The gym teacher had then arranged another practise bout with a slim tall girl. She was very quick and unlike Arimi, had obviously been told not to hold back. Her kicks and punches were landing with full force but she was also cheating. The pain from a particularly nasty cunt kick could only have been from a boot loaded with a steel tip. Both girls were wearing practice gloves and while Arimi’s were padded Kano’s were hardened as were the knee and elbow supports she wore. A complaint to the teacher was ignored while the girl took advantage and blind-sided Arimi and punched her hard in the kidney doubling her over in agony while the gym laughed at her plight. But Gin had had enough of playing, and the unfortunate girl received a demonstration of what a real fighter could do. At the end she left Kano sobbing, tied in the ropes, having been dishonoured. Gin had stripping her costume off of her, leaving her naked in the ring, and then kissed and sucked a climax from the other young woman to her repeated cries for mercy. Gin knew she would probably not now even be allowed back into the gym having so abased herself, but Gin did feel sorry for the sobbing Kano as she tried to beg her forgiveness, and that it was not her idea to use the hardened equipment, but the teachers. Gin knew that Arimi would show forgiveness latter, but right now she was on automatic, and Kano was lucky to escape with her life.
Arimi managed to calm down, and her alto ego faded back, and she had expected a break and went to get a drink and her towel, but even while the sobbing girl was taken out of the ring the gym mistress called Miki.
‘If you wish to represent this college you must beat Miki who has been a loyal member of our team and came up from our Senior High. This is a challenge fight, so please take off you supports and gloves’. Gin noticed that the teacher went across to Miki who was not wearing any supports and could see a heated discussion going on while Miki continued to shake her head. Arimi had removed both arm and neck supports and was taking off her last knee support when the gong rang and the teacher yelled fight. Two yellow boots crashed into Arimi’s budding chest squashing it flat and popping her teats above the costume. Hampered by the knee support still round her right ankle the ex-platinum blond Amazon walked into a barrage of body punches and face slaps that had Gins cheeks glowing red. Then as she finally kicked it off the taller girl grabbed both of Gins jutting erect pointing teats and tit through her across the ring. It was a good tit throw and Gin screamed as five furrows were gouged into each stubby teen teat. Gin sobbed with the pain and tears started to drip from her eyes. For practice the normal drugs and stimulants that sharpened reflexes increased brutality and deadened the pain were not administered. The girl’s young bodies would be feeling the full effects of their blows., or should be, but Gin could see that Miki’s eyes were now glowing with fightDrug, the cheating gym teacher must have given it too her just before the fight. Staggering to her feet Gin started to rub the pain away. She had not been given any time to get back her breath and this was her third fight within an hour. The unfamiliar yellow uniform was sticking to her as she was bathed in sweat and she found the footing on the canvas ring slippery without her boots.
The two teens closed slowly and locked up in a test of strength. All the gym seemed to chanting for Miki and encouraging her with advice. Gin noticed that she still seemed hesitant and nervous even though so far she had treated Gin much as a punch bags. Then as they both tried to bend each other’s arms back she leaned in and whispered. ‘I am sorry teacher tricked you and apologise for any lack of respect we have given a noble opponent such as you’. While Gin wondered at this apology the smaller girl smashed a knee into her slit and then chopped a guillotine blow across both of Gins already weeping teats. For the next ten minutes Miki's advantage slowly faded as the more experienced and skilled fighter got on top, and the drug’s effects waned. Trying to out kick Gin was a mistake leaving the home fighter on the mat from missed drop kicks and then bruised and battered as the ex-platinum fighter scored repeatedly on the torso of the other teen. Leaving Miki staggering from a couple of cunt kicks the yellow front of her costume was then unceremoniously pulled down to Miki's waist so that Gin could gouge her nails across the proud firm 32 inch bust of the Japanese teen. Gin now tried to end the fight quickly. Miki had fought well and cleanly, she did not wish to humiliate her. As a challenge fight the fight would end with a total knock out or from a submission.
Gin did not wish to unnecessarily batter the other teen so choose to get a quick knock out nerve hold, but she would need to soften up the other young woman first. Pinning the other girl Gin concentrated on the bruised and bloody tits of the smaller girl. The ‘tit burn’ was a slow but effective ‘softener up’ hold especially effective against already tenderised teat meat. With one arm pinned under her body and the other by the Chinese/Japanese girls legs Gin started by nibbling and biting and then lasciviously running her tong across the home fighters swollen teats. She licked and kissed the buds into erection and then started to suck them hard. Miki moaned with agony and pleasure while the gym teacher started to scream for her to kick out. Then with Miki's nipples standing proud Gin started to lightly scrape her nails in a repeating sawing motion across the two erect excited teats. Miki tied to kick out but this only resulted in vicious pinches to her two tender buds and Gin clung on like a limpet pinning the other teen Asian, their two hot sweating bodies glued together in there exertions. Once the other young woman had exhausted herself, Gin would switch to a quick incapacitating chock out and nerve claw. The repeated rubbing and scratching sensation turned from annoyance to irritation and as the teats became more and more inflamed and tender Miki began to be racked by raw burning pain.
The gym teacher seemed to be going hysterical calling for her fighter to kick out or power out and get an arm free. Miki’s friends screamed threats and encouragement but Gin could see that all this was lost on her. Both breasts were now red and swollen and the teats were weeping blood and lymph, she was nearly ripe for the finish. However every time Gin stopped Miki seemed to get extra reserves of strength and nearly power out. After a further five minute of torture Gin noticed blood flowing down the other girls chin. In her desperation not to scream in agony the home fighter had bitten through her bottom lip and now with both eyes screwed shut was whimpering in agony in her own world of pain. Suddenly Gin heard a commotion in the ring behind her. Turning she found the gym teacher and two of her colleagues in the ring. It was obvious the teacher had tried to interfere with the fight and the other teachers were pulling her back. Rolling off of Miki Gin examined the Japanese teen’s condition. She was now coated in a sheen of sweat and was sobbing, but her eyes popped open at the noise of the yelling teachers. Then as the gym teacher was led away Miki called after her.
‘I will not dishonour you Mother. Please do not dishonour me’. So that explained what was going on, thought Gin. Her mother would have been terrified for her considering what the rumours must have said about the famous Kitten Killer who had come to the college. ‘My whore and junkie of a mother only cares about the monthly cheque she gets from whichever college I am fighting for’ thought Arimi, as the ‘fight’ left her, ‘she disowned me when I fled from H Tech and her only text message to me over the summer was to tell me not to come home, and could I send her more money’, and then tears spontaneously began to well into her eyes.’ Her mother went from one abusive pimp to another, and from one rehab clinic to the next, always promising to try better the next time, and stay clean, but never being strong enough to do so.
‘I envy you’ Arimi whispered to the downed fighter ‘You have someone to care for you’ sobbed the Chinese/Japanese young woman. Arimi clutched her stomach, feigning a blow from the other fighter and fell to her knees on the mat. Miki slowly raised herself up onto her elbows as the long haired young woman knelt beside her, holding her stomach with both hands, tears trickling down her cheeks, her eyes screwed shut in pretend pain. Then Arimi bowed low to the other fighter and held the bow, and gritted her teeth. Miki took a few seconds to realise her opportunity and bracing herself against the ring post kicked up with all the strength she could summon. The blow struck just under Arimi’s chin, snapping her head back with a spray of blood and knocking chips from the dark haired girls reinforced teeth enamel. Arimi’s body was thrown somersaulting with blood gushing from her ruined mouth in a flood. She fought to stop her honed reactions snapping her into a roll, wrestling to control her temper and her killer alto ego, Gin, and let her body smash into the opposite ring post without raising a hand to stop her fall. By the time the rag doll fell back to the mat she was unconscious to the pain of the broken nose the impact on the hard post had caused. Miki's friends screamed with delight and two of her close class mates jumped into the ring to hug her and her distressed mother now jumped up to congratulate her daughter. When all of the commotion settled down it was only then that the teacher instructed one of the gym assistants to check on the heap in the other corner. In her joy and surprise at her sudden victory Miki had given little thought to the other girl. Arimi was roughly dragged around by the assistant who then started to sponge her face clean and Miki could see for the first time the injured girl’s once pretty face, now gory with blood with both eyes black and swelling closed and her mouth and nose bloody messes. Her friends hugged and screamed their joy and Miki found her back becoming sore with the congratulations from all the gym.
A stretcher was bought for the loser and amid the crowed Miki realised that the assistant was having trouble even finding someone willing to hold the other end. Eventually the college nurse who had been one of the crowed around Miki went over and roughly loaded the still unconscious teen onto the stretcher and with one arm still dragging on the floor Arimi was taken out to the college annex to be revived. She had been kept in a bed in the annex for most of the evening and then the nurse had made her walk back through the dorms to her own room. She had not even been allowed to change but was forced to walk bare footed in her torn and stained costume. She had seen the sneers and heard the catcalls, and had cried herself to sleep alone in her bed that night, and the tale of her defeat and her crying and whimpering all night had spread across the campus. When her alarm woke her for lessons next morning her body ached all over and the stitches in her face particularly hurt and the plasters on her nose made breathing difficult. Rolling onto her side she suddenly realised she was not alone. Miki and two other girls were sitting on the floor around her bed and all rose to their feet as she sat up. ‘It’s OK Arimi thought, they have come to finish me off, and I will let them, no one loves me, and I just can’t go on killing.’
‘Arimi-sempai, I am Miki; this is Naroko,’ Miki hesitated as the other girl prostrated herself on the floor, ‘and Kano, who begs your forgiveness. We wish to be your friends, please share your skills with us and teach us how to be better fighters,’ all three bowed low towards the seated girl. ‘Please take care of us’ they all said together. Arimi again burst into tears and her body shook with sobs. Miki leaned over the bed and started to dry her tears and then to smiles from her friends produced a large bottle of hair bleach. ‘Gin-sempai will be Gin again’?
Arimi had a new best friend.
Now…
Thoughts of Miki were always bitter sweet. She had checked up on her best friend many times over the last years, and even spied on her in person a couple of times, and those had always ended in tears. She could never even tell her that she still lived, as Miki was now the young woman her own son called mother.
She hoped that the Akiko managed to make new friends as loyal at Miki, and hopefully maybe a bit more constant than Ichigo.
No one really wants a friend, who ends up killing you,