The Wakasashi’s Blade (HC part 7)

By JS2007

‘Go back to your room and I will see what I can arrange’, and with that Nakimura dismissed her, and Mahogany could only feel sorry for the small golden brown women who seemed now to have visibly shrunk into the wheel chair which she was pushing, as Helen would not take her hands from her tear stained face to activate the electric motor. Then when they got back to their apartment, to the American’s surprise, Helen snapped out of her depression, gave her black carer a big smile and set to work. Firstly she got out of the chair and tried a few steps using her new back support, sticks, and light weight leg braces, but the African American had had to help her up twice when she fell. Helen then sat back in her chair and had a few more sobs muttering, ‘in a month maybe, but not now,’ before with an even bigger smile she sat back and sighed.

‘I think my luck has run out at last. As I know you have guessed, I have a very large price on my head. I accidently killed the leaders of the Wu Lang Toa in Bangkok,’ and Helen started to giggle, ‘and that was really not my choice. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time,’ and her now cold eyes, and cool smile shocked Mahogany, how can a killer gang be in the wrong place at the wrong time with just this one small woman, ‘But then they had foolishly threatened my baby.’ Her giggles subsided into a broad but sad smile. ‘So I have a Triad bounty out for the delivery of my head back to Bangkok, minus my body of course. But who can run forever when you are also being chased by one of Tokyo’s top Yakuza clans who have a very personal score to settle with me. They of course want me alive, well alive enough to torture to death while extracting the location of my infant son, so they can execute him.’ Helens eyes twinkled, and she blinked away a tear. ‘Fun being me isn’t it.’

‘Firstly I need to put a few things right, and then I’m leaving,’ she said to the six foot black amazon. She grabbed some paper and wrote three letters in her semi-literate scrawl. ‘Give these to my mother when she comes, she will know what to do.’ Then she disabled Mahogany’s subduing device and removed it from her arm herself, and to the American woman’s complete surprise with a few clicks on her smart phone released all her bank accounts and apologised with a bow for stealing her money. Helen then instructed the surprised woman to pack all her cloths into her large travelling trunk, and then of all things revealed a secret compartment in the top of the case with a white formal Kimono in it.

‘As a last favour will you dress me please,’ and while Helen instructed her, Mahogany got the small woman dressed in the formal white silk. She explained while they fussed over the intricate garment that she would summon a taxi as soon as she left, and go straight to the airport, but didn’t want Mahogany to be seen as an accomplice in case the professor decided to victimise the big American after her departure,

‘Where does this go?’ questioned the tall American, as she picked up a beautifully carved twelve inch long piece of ornate chestnut from out of the hidden compartment.

‘Ahhh,’ smiled Helen,’ that is … ‘ and after a short pause added, ‘… my fan, in its case,’ and quickly taking the well-worn piece of ornate wood from Mahogany before she had had a chance to further examine the beautiful carvings, deftly slipped it into her obi. ‘And thank you for all the help over the last four months. This always was a gamble, and unfortunately Prof Nakimura has called my bluff. You will need to hurry as your class starts soon, and when you come back, I will be gone’, and much to Mahogany’s embarrassment she then received a big hug and a peck on the cheek from the smaller women as she wobbled on her crutches.

‘I have thought many times to escape my suffering, but how can I view Cherry blossoms unless I have first experienced winter.’

‘That’s going to be my Jisei, do you like it?’ smiled Helen as she shooed the big American out of the door.

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Then…

Things all changed on the flight back from Gin’s first assassination assignment in Europe. It had not at all gone to plan, but after a nasty fight she had prevailed, and as Fuso had been her handler for the mission, she had treated the murder trip as a holiday, even if it did involve mortal danger, but an evening in Paris was an evening in Paris. However on the private jet back to Japan she had been as sick as a dog, camping in the small planes luxury loo, on her knees retching, and then the medical team had examined her, taken blood and other samples and examined her intimately. They had taken Fuso, the 19 year old silver haired apprentice assassins handler and lover aside, and after heated discussions with him had decided that to stabiliser her condition she would need to have complete bed rest, and on the stop over at some Russian city various drips and IV’s arrived and she was immediate hooked up to them, and her normal dose of fight drugs and antibiotics were taken away from her. This had happened once before and she knew the crash from the withdrawal would be horrendous, but Fuso would not discuss anything with her, and at a word from the leader of their Yakuza clan’ s younger son it was arranged once the plane had landed, to have her moved to a secluded private safe house. It took her a week to go through the shakes, with a nurse and female body guard in attendance to tend and look after her 24/7, and all the while she was retching up nearly very thing she ate. It was a lovely house, up in the mountains, but otherwise she was in de facto house arrest, in isolation, with only the nurse and bodyguard in attendance, and each day a trip in a private ambulance to a large hospital, where she had scans and test, but no one would tell her what was wrong. Then by chance, as she was walking to the toilets having just been examined, she spotted Fuso talking earnestly to an older man.

‘Yes brother, I know it is amazing ‘Gin’ is still carrying your child. It was that stupid man at the College who withdrew her meds and drugs, as some sort of sick punishment for her affair with you, who caused all of this, but we will have him dealt with. Unfortunately the medical team will need to be disappeared too, and those on the plane. Grandfather is furious, and as you must realise, our father will never allow a child by someone of her status to join the family and the risk of faction if the baby grows up is something we all cannot allow.’ He glared at his smaller sibling. ‘If it came to it, father would have your whole branch trimmed, even if your mother protested,’ and after a meaningful pause added,’ and we would not want to upset your mother, would we.’ He turned on his heels and then added over his shoulder at the stunned Fuso, ‘Our Uncles are here today to settle this, it’s either Arimi San and her unborn bastard, or you and her, and your unborn bastard. She is just a piece of meat, barely literate, fed on drugs and stimulants, who only lives to kill. Exciting, yes, an excellent fuck, I’m sure, but even making her your mistress would be degrading to the clan name.’

The platinum blonde 19 year old trainee killer slumped against the wall of the cubicle, she was ‘with child’, and then she could not help but smile, and it was Fuso’s. She immediate realised she needed to get out of the hospital now, and could definitely not return to her private room to get her cloths as Hana her ‘minder’ would be waiting, and who knew what orders she would be receiving right now. Hana had befriended her in the isolated house, and they had exchanged stories of adventures and lost friends. Hana had shown Arimi pictures of her two young children and of her late husband who had been killed a year ago in a gang war, and had not even seen his new daughter. That was why she had had to return to her old profession as bodyguard, enforcer and worse. The teenager instead, slipped into a side ward and found after a quick search, a locker with another patient’s clothes that fitted her. Arimi changed into a very short white skirt and a very frilly white top and sheer bra and knickers, the white trainers were a bit too small, but not that bad a fit, and from another locker he acquired a colourful cap to hide nearly completely her shinning silver mop of hair. Her adrenalin was racing, Gin was now ready for anything.

She headed for the exit out via the Children’s wards, but the woman who had been her companion and carer the last weeks was waiting for her by the door, and as soon as Gin and she exchanged hard stares across the hospital wards waiting area, she knew their relationship had changed. The mid-thirties woman, in her dark ‘office lady’ tight skirt and dark jacket was wearing a small face mask and a dark plain baseball cap. Both women scanned the seating area, full of parents and children, ‘civilians’, and then tellingly the older enforcer shook her head, before nodding towards one of the rooms marked private. The 19 year old knew she could attempt to flee through the crowd, but that would only cause a scene, and probably result in her being shot in the back anyway. She nodded and walked casually towards the room, while Hana grabbed a member of staff, showed him her pass, and when he seemed to hesitant, her gun, and got the frightened orderly to hurriedly unlock the door to what appeared to be an unused examination room and store.

The older women without a word covered Gin with a small 22 pistol before quickly throwing off her jacket to reveal two powerful bare arms, a full 36 inch chest and a small white strappy top that showed her breasts to perfection. Discarding her hat and mask, Hana seemed miraculously to acquired a nasty long bladed knife from out of the jacket, having pulled it with a twist from it’s ornate carved wooden scabbard. Hana placed the scabbard and pistol to one side, as Gin and the older assassin exchanged bows. Gin sighed, this would not be a dishonourable death. She pulled off the multi-coloured cap she had been wearing, letting her short spikey platinum blonde hair shake free, and raised her fists, awaiting the attack, while Hana dropped her skirt to the floor, revealing her athletic legs encased in black stockings held in place by a matching garter belt with small red hearts attaching the belt to her stocking tops.

Hana circled slowly trying to move the apprentice into a corner for a quick kill, but then the silver haired girl sprang at her grabbing her knife hand and deftly threw the older women over her shoulder in a near text book judo throw, the knife spinning across the tiled floor of the room. While the dark haired women rolled across the floor to regain her weapon, the girl leapt over her and nearly made it to the knife herself, before her legs were swept out from under her by the experienced older lioness. The girl fell heavily on her front, and then rolling jumping up quickly, regaining her feet nearly at the same time as the women, and both having failed to secure the ornate Tanto blade. Gin smiled at the older women, but then her cheeky grin turned to a frown and she rubbed her left hand across her bruised stomach.

The older assassin attacked again, this time preferring punches to kicks, as she had realised the girl was a very lithe and acrobatic fighter, and an exchange of kicks was likely to leave her on the floor and the girl kicking her head off. Gin blocked two attacks and then hit back with a palm thrust into Hana’s face, but took a blow to her left eye, which left it red and closing, but this was an exchange the taller but much lighter built teen could not win against the thirty something much more powerful dark haired women. The girl deftly switched target with a heavy right chop across the jutting big chest of the matron, ripping the small top, so it cascaded to the mature women’s waist leaving her two perfect jutting globes on show in her lacy cup bra. Gin then followed this up, while Hana gasped at the tit smash, with a straight Karate punch right into the brown teat of the dark haired bitches left tit, her flimsy support bra giving no protection.

‘fuck,’ gasped the assassin, as she staggered back, both hands holding her injure mammary, but before Gin could capitalize on her attack the experience woman came back at her with a scream of furry and a flurry of swinging fist and kicks. Gin was shocked, never having experienced such heavy blows, and covering up absorbed knees that bruised and numbed her thighs, and her arms and sides were tattooed by the hardened fists, before a back elbow under her jaw sent Gin sprawling. Hana then tried to stomp the girl, who with a wail rolled into a ball, thus leaving herself open to more kicks to her back and head, but protecting her stomach, before eventually a long leg kicked out in a Nike trainer to catch the older women between her stocking topped thighs, right into her flowery blue and pink panties. Hana groaned and stumbled back, rubbing at her bruised clit, her cunt hairs protruding from the elasticated sides of the small vee of her cotton knickers. She flexed her legs, setting herself up for more powerful kicks, while trying to rub away the pain from the wet spot in the centre of her crotch.

‘Make this easy for yourself, I can see I must have broken one of your ribs at least by the way you are holding yourself,’ Gin had pulled herself back to her feet to face the older woman, her left hand guarding her side and stomach, but this time it was Gin’s turn to scream out her war crying and attack with a combination of spin kicks, high hook kicks and stomps, which the nylon covered legs of the older woman blocked and parried as best she could, before again not quiet being quick enough to avoid the teens cunt kick that this time scored a bulls eye into the front of the older cats sex. Hana coughed and gasped, grabbing herself at her second clit crushing blow, while the mini skirted teen closed to batter her opponent with a series of right left high impact knee lifts into the body of the bent double dark haired bitch, and then cracked a hard elbow into the centre of her back before smacking a perfect high kicking axe kick into the dark haired woman’s head. The College fight Captain danced lightly around her downed foe, confident of victory, even though she did have a second of doubt as to why she had pulled that axe kick instead of breaking Hana’s neck.

It was this overconfidence that nearly cost Gin her life, as the dazed and concussed older women coughed up a spray of blood before with a bellow of rage stormed back to her feet, grabbed her foe and bulldozed across the room to slam the lighter fighter hard against the storage shelving on the opposite wall, before with another bellow, repeated the move, smashing Gin bodily against the door, rattling it on its hinges. The teen was completely winded and wobbled, gasping in air, which Hana made even more difficulty for her with a straight fingered knife thrust to the girl’s throat. Gin had nearly avoided this killing blow by flinging herself backwards, but was still caught hard in her neck, stopping her breathing immediately, as her muscles went into spasm, cutting her breathing in a split second. If I survive this, thought Gin, I really need to learn that move.

The girl crashed to the floor, desperately massaging the nerves and muscles to free her airway, white foam frothing at her mouth as she made gurgling noises, her eyes wide in panic, but her training kicking in to try and relieve the pain, and open up even a small pathway for life giving oxygen. Hana herself was winded and bloody from this quick furious combat and limped across to retrieve the small sharp killing knife. To her surprise, when she turned, the tall battered teen had somehow regained her feet, breathing in gasping croaks through her bruised larynx, but Hana had had enough of this brutal game, and with a powerful straight thrust, aimed to gut the girl. With a wail of despair Gin grabbed the knife hand and was pushed back hard against the door by the powerful older woman’s attack. The exhausted Gin held the Tanto at bay with both hands, sobbing and snivelling, while staring into the cold deep brown eyes of her executioner. However she was not strong enough, and ever so slowly Hana forced the blade into Gin’s stomach, a small trickle of blood dripping down onto the stolen white pleated miniskirt. Gin was forced down to the floor by the smaller but heavier fighter, eventually finding herself looking up into Hana’s face, inches from her own, as the more experienced Amazon now pushed down with the added force of gravity on her side, while sitting astride her victim.

‘Stop now Arimi San, let us make this quick,’ gasped the stronger women, as she pressed down relentlessly with the Tanto,’ This is your lovers knife, and he has given it to me so that you will be able to die with him in spirt, and he assures you of his devotion always. It is the knife he will use himself when it is his turn.’ Gin realised the older women was much stronger than her, there was no escape and the knife was slowly sinking into her guts, but then with a scream she summoned all her remaining strength to slowly pull the blade out and up towards her heart.

‘Not in my stomach, please,’ she gasped,’ into my heart. I want to die first so my baby will not suffer’. Gin saw the shock register on Hana’s face, she had been given the kill order but had obviously not been a party to the big secret. The knife wavered and the teenager saw doubt cross the older women’s face. This was the chance she need, pushing the knife aside Gin delivered a nose shattering head butt to the older women, drenching them both in a spray of blood, shattered bone and gore. Hana sat up, still sitting astride the younger women, her face a wreck as she swayed from the effect of the blow. Gin recovered her senses quickly and administered a double neck chop to the assassin, right and left karate blows, to where neck joined shoulders, causing the older woman to literal freeze at the pain and the dislocated ligaments and nerves. The silver haired fighter pushed the now gurgling dark haired woman off of her and Hana lay still, both of her arms paralysed at her side staring up at the ceiling in shock and despair, animal snores emitting from her injured neck, she had lost and was about to die.

However the teen apprentice killer did not finisher her victim. Gin retrieved the knife, put it back in its carved wooden scabbard, which effectively disguised the blade as a harmless ornate fan case, and stuck it into the older woman’s jacket, which she quickly put on to cover her now blood stained top. She had her car keys, the woman’s wallet, cards and cash, and her small pistol. She carefully removed the pictures of Hana’s children from the wallet and bending down pushed them into a stiff, grasping hand, while older assassin gurgled and coughed up blood.

‘I’m going to call the nurse across as I leave, and then the police when a get out of here. If they find you first it will be difficult for our employers to have you ‘retired’. Good luck’, and with that she pulled on Hana’s small face mask, popped on the dark haired woman’s dark glasses and baseball cap and left, heading for the car park.

Now…

As she was leaving the student block Mahogany bumped into the Japanese professor on his way in. She gave him a quizzical look and he stopped and smiled back.

‘I hope I have given her a fright, and now she will need to buckle down to do some hard work. The Principles assistant must have found out about my intended discipline of Ms Chung, and came to visit me in person,’ the old man smiled wistfully at his afternoon of very hot sex with the tall elegant woman, ‘and I have made contact with some people in Japan, and we think we can sort things out, but this scare will be good for her, bring her to her senses.’ But Mahogany only smiled back.

‘You will have to hurry, she is leaving. You went too far,’ Mahogany shook her head at the old teacher. ‘She is far more fragile than you think, and she is running.’

‘What!’ said the surprise man, ‘But she has nowhere to go and no one to run too, I’ve just checked that with my contacts in Japan.’ Mahogany let out a scream, turned swiftly around and rushing back into the lobby, forced open the closing doors of the express lift, before pushing all its occupants out, and sending it up straight to the 24th floor. The door to the luxury student apartment exploded out of its hinges as she staggered into the room shouting the young Asian woman’s name. Helen was not in the living area or kitchen or bedroom, and then Mahogany heard the whimpering from the bathroom. Being considerate Helen had decided to use the shower for her Seppuku, and she was sitting in a pool of her own blood her pretty white silk wedding Kimono, opened to the waist and died a deep crimson, she had wanted to wear her wedding dress at least once before her death

‘Oh, thank you,’ the russet headed woman gasped as the American entered,’ when you burst through the apartment door shouting you surprised me and I foolishly stopped, and now it is so hard to start the cut again, so I’m’, her voice trembled,’ frozen here in much pain,’ Blood was oozing from a large cut in the Asian women’s stomach from which protruded the ornate wooden chestnut handle of a Tanto bladed Wakasashi, she was drenched in sweat caused by her obvious agony, and her hands were claw like holding the long carved handle to the ancient blade that impaled her, slick with her own blood.

‘Please help me. Be my Kaishakunin’, and with that she fainted from the pain and blood loss as the door to the bathroom was flung open and Prof Nakimura rushed in with the Hospital emergency response team.

Luckily for Helen the stab wound had hit nothing vital, and as she had not even made the first slicing cut before being interrupted, she was back out in a few days, but now being constantly monitored by her new student councillor, and Mahogany was under orders to watch her like a hawk in case she attempted anything like this again.

JS2007