Akiko (HC part 8)

By JS2007

Helen had been walking again by the end of March, being careful of her new stitches, and exercising again by the time of her Birthday in April, and been able to returned to gymnastics and boxercise by June, all the while attending remedial lessons with Professor Nakimura and a number of different special tutors and always supervised and supported by Mahogany. She also had to attend a specialist suicide councillor, one of many who worked with the students at the University in anonymous sessions. Somehow her mother had managed to smuggle her clandestine husband with her to China, to spend a week by her bedside, while on some pretend extended shopping trip for properties to buy, so as not to arouse the suspicions of his father. Helen had enjoyed every second of Fuso’s company, but when he had returned to Japan, Mahogany had had to start sleeping with her every night, to keep her safe from herself.

She had also attended a few of her course tutorials at the end of the semester in June, and surprised herself by actually understanding some of what was being said. Then one day while walking back through a section of the large campus she was unfamiliar with, she walked into a gym she did not know and found out it was the Dojo for ‘Ring Rules’ combat sports, mainly boxing and Muay Thai, and Shoot. The University ran a very profitable short course in these more legitimate combat sports and also Pro Wrestling, teaching techniques and skills, but its main backers who relied heavily on gambling needed an unscripted alternative, and so also trained students in the much more physical ‘Full Contact’ variety of Pro Wrestling, the vicious ‘sport’ Helen knew intimately. The same skills and techniques were similar to those needed as in Pro entertainment, but the limitation was not the script, but not intentionally killing or crippling an opponent (though accidents did happen, intentional and unintentional), and all hard attacks above the neck were limited, thus resulting in a much longer more physically demanding fight, allowing more money to be gambled and lost before one exhausted battered wrestler could no longer continue and was counted out or long count pinned, and submissions were only resorted to to avoid crippling injury.

In early July she was given notice that she had to move out of her ‘stolen’ luxury accommodation into a more basic room, as befitting her own low status. As she had expected and feared Mahogany had decided not to stay on for her Masters, and as one of the University’s elite combat students the black Amazon had lived in a prestigious apartment on the 24th floor, which had been commandeered by Helen. The big American had passed her final exams, and rather than even stay for the summer, was fleeing back to the USA, and away from the craziness that was the International Sports Culture University of Shanghai, and the life on the edge that was every day spent with her Afro Asian flatmate. With her went her money, and her room, and her friendship, for Helen had given all three to the ebony Amazon, who for nearly a year had been such a big part of the pretend Chinese American’s life. So needing cash Helen had signed up as the assistant to the wrestling coach, and though she knew this was a risk, she needed something to keep herself focused and positive.

Her mother and Mahogany had arranged a very clandestine visit to Japan for her to see Fuso, to take her mind off worrying about what would happen now the the American had left. This unfortunately had set her mental recovery back to its worst, seeing her son Akira in the arms of his new parents had broken her heart, and though a stolen weekend with Fuso had been blissful, it had made the flight alone back to Shanghai even more intolerable. Luckily her garbled and incoherent phone call to Professor Nakimura had immediately rang alarm bells, and she had been checked in for a week in a closed ward. Mahogany had rented her a small room right beside Jiang and Chunhua, so that when she left she had friends to look in and check on her regularly. In fact within days Helen was regularly sleeping in their small kitchen, her tranquilisers ensuring she was oblivious to the two women’s very energetic love making. The two lovers made sure she took her medication, and nothing else, and Fuso had taken back his family Wakasashi. In her few ‘burner phone’ conversations with her secret husband she could tell Fuso was really worried by her condition, and he kept promising he had found a way out of the trap they were in, but she just had to wait.

Then to keep her occupied in the hot summer vacation Nakimura found her a ‘project’ he thought would interest her, and thus she met Akiko. If anything the Japanese student was even more naive than Helen had been, having not had to spend years living on only here wits, but had come straight from some exclusive finishing school in Europe, where, so her brief back ground information stated, she had been for the last four years. However Mori Akiko, with a supposed rich gangster father, but raised by her fashion model mother was, as Helen quickly found out from the Universities buzzing social media, trouble with a Capital T. It was obvious she had no idea of the dangers she was stepping into as a Japanese student in China. The prof tutored and kept under his wing a small number of students from his home land, but the antipathy between the two nations did not help and the open warfare between the Yakuza and the Triads meant all the more dubious Japanese students kept a low profile. However Akiko seemed to take great joy in flouting this, and therefore was in desperate need of her eight week familiarisation with China and Shanghai, to help her fit in and show her what was, and was not, acceptable, before starting her studies at the University proper.

The picture on the ID showed a very pretty Japana babe, with a fit athletic build, and Helen judged a pert 32 inch chest. She however was a bit uneasy about the girl, her resume didn’t seem to match completely with the profile, it was a good cover but not good enough to fool someone who had had to create a near perfect alias for herself. Helen couldn’t help feeling she had seen the girl before. Her fear was that at 23 she was the same age as herself, and though her official background was at various sports academies in America and Europe, and even a failed marriage to a GI, Helen was worried that if she had really been a student at one of the Yakuza colleges, she could well have met her, or at least been seen by her in one of her fights, when she was a star of the college wrestling circuit.

Helen couldn’t hide her smile when seeing the young women for the first time, her whole demeanour was so ‘teenager’, and she even had the spray painted California tan so popular with the gang girls when Helen had been at college, and the girl did not have the black hair as per her ID picture, but an outrageous shade of electric blue. Akiko was sitting in front of the Professor, brown legs crossed, and leaving very little to the imagination in a floral mini dress. Helen remembered her own first introduction to Professor Nakimura, and now here she was six months later about to witness another young women’s confidence being stripped away by the old man. The professor had tried to explain to the very young looking 23 year old that she would need to study hard as her previous ‘schooling’ was not enough to carry her, even though she had a top sports combat scholarship. But in response to her dressing down she just flicked her azure hair back, and giving the Prof an adoring smile with puppy dog eyes, had agreed too quickly to attend the extra classes, and then added with a smile that she had an eidetic memory. Her Chinese and English were near perfect, but other than that, just like Helen had been, she seemed to be nearly illiterate, and would find it acutely embarrassing when trying to carry out even the most basic of academic work. If Helen’s guess was right she knew nothing, except criminality and the finer points of fighting and fucking, and Nakimura had just appointed her as the new girls wrestling coach and mentor. Worse followed, as before Helen could even introduce herself, the girl had bowed, flashed a sly ‘fuck-me’ smile at the auburn haired pretend Afro Asian, which had stopped Helen dead in her tracks, and allowed the Japanese woman to slip past her out the door at a run, to disappear into the mass of students, and the blistering late August heat, before Helen could recover from her surprise.

However when Helen came into the Ring Dojo for her evening shift she had found the amazingly beautiful electric blue haired, spray -tanned, young Japanese woman, bounding about the ring laughing and clapping her hands in glee, while on the mat outside the ring three of the regular senior year students were recovering, with the aid of their friends, from having obviously just been thrown from the ring. The girl was tall for an Asian; Helen guessed she must be nearly as tall as she was, five foot six of toned ballerina built femininity. Most of the students were wearing belly tops and shorts or baggy gym trousers with old comfy wrestling boots, in total contrast Akiko was wearing an incredibly tight fitting, high legged, one piece spandex swim suit in florescent yellow, with matching yellow wrestling boots over which she had pulled on a tight fitting black t-shirt. Helen couldn’t see the team badge on her right breast as it was concealed by the top, however she had spotted the small emblem on her right boot, but she already knew without reading it where this woman came from, and also the college she had represented in Japan, as this was the college wresting uniform of her own alma mata, KTech. The problem for Helen was she certainly had no memory of her, and if her age and affiliation were correct, they had not just been to the same college, they were classmates. However right now Helen had no time to consider these things, as the dyed haired girl was now pouring a torrent of insults and curses on the three downed Chinese in her perfect Mandarin. Helen could also see a glow behind the girl’s eyes, she was taking FightDrug, the cocktail of substances so popular in the Yakuza Colleges, but completely illegal and forbidden in China, but which all Japanese fighters were hooked on.

‘Your boyfriends just loved to fuck me you cows. I’ve only been here a week and it’s not my fault they all needed me in their beds and then have injured each other fighting over me,’ she gave them all an angelic smile and model pose to rub in the fact that the tall young women was indeed a real fit, muscled curvaceous almond eyed beauty queen. It was not just her figure and exotic idols face, but every move, facial expression and flick of her hair, as well as her winning smile and perfect teeth that all added up to a really stunning girl, but acting very much younger than her 20 something age. Somehow she seemed to have hung on to that teenager innocence, even while having a mouth from the gutter, and the morals of a cat on heat. However Helen knew why she had slept with the boys, and that was simply that until college started she had supposed to have been living with Helen, but Akiko had decided to find her own accommodation, and she had, in the beds of other girls boyfriends, who also kindly had provide her with money, meals, and of course entertainment.

‘Have you come here to discipline me old women,’ the new student switched to near native American English, as the cocky brat called across at Helen, and a gaggle of student s rushed across to their coach pointing and complaining, and Helen realised her English was much better than her own, and she was supposedly from LA .’ You’re the deputy instructor I’m supposed to learn from, yet your students seem far from impressive. Come up here and spar with me, ’And with that the young women vaulted onto the top of one of the ring posts and nonchalantly walked along the top ring rope to look down at her. Helen could only smile broadly at the acrobat; she herself had so enjoyed the sheer exhilaration of walking the ring ropes, and arrogantly taunting her vanquished opponents. The FightDrugs effects Helen realised must be slowly wearing off, as her eyes were starting to look normal, but they would have given her a big edge in speed and strength as well as aggression against the three senior students

‘I’m 23 years old, so no old women,’ spat back Helen, and then she had to double take,’ the same age as you, actually, and I’m only cleared to teach techniques, not spar,’ which was true as she had not yet had medical clearance, but was actually expecting her all clear at her next check later that week.’ Now get down and apologise to your fellow students and we can get the class started’. Helen frowned at the small group of students who had their smart phones out, filming the fun, she knew this little act would be on the net in seconds. However things calmed down a bit for an evening of throws, falls, and strength and dexterity training, followed by ground work techniques that should have cooled things down, but unfortunately the new girl did not play well with others, and worked her way nearly through all of the 16 students as her partner, as her excessive roughness nearly led to fights with one after another of the mainly Chinese students, and the Japanese girls obvious taunting and mocking did not help. Helen made a special point of correcting even the most minor mistake Akiko made, and got in her face a couple of times to break up the threatened conflicts. Her mistakes were mainly in basic technique, which seemed strange as her other moves were at a very advanced level. Helen also realised her suit and boots were brand new, not even sweat stained around the very tight ‘camel toe’ the two sizes too small fit caused, and looked fresh out of the box.

Surprisingly even though Akiko had argued with, and should have made mortal enemies of, all the Chinese students, she seemed to have complete confidence and no fear at all and smiled back at every insult thrown at her. Amazingly by the end of the session she seemed to have somehow won over most of the other girls, and worryingly for Helen, she noticed all of the boys were showing too much attention to helping her with the weight machines, but her three enemies were still glaring and muttering threats. Happily for Helen, as she argued with her about her training, the other tall Asian showed no sign of recognizing who she herself really was, or even any interest in the created Black Chinese American instructor. Helen’s read on the younger women was that something was definitely not right, and that was going beyond the unknown reason as why she had chosen to come to Shanghai, as no student from the Yakuza colleges ever came here. At the end of the session Helen did allow some free sparing and immediately the Japanese wrestler claimed the ring and beckoned to the three angry young women who she had been fighting with earlier. Helen also noticed the Japanese women took a big swig from her flask, and her eyes literally now glowed with the expectation of combat, her suspicions were confirmed, definitely Yakuza FightDrug.

‘Ring Rules, bitches, and this time I’ll let you all come at me together, and top rope rule again too, if you’re up to it?’ all four girls must be exhausted thought Helen, she was, and they were dripping with sweat in the hot August night, now really needing just a warm down to end the evening. This was however not something that the three Chinese third year students could ignore, this was a direct challenge from the new Japanese student. The other students encouraged their friends and immediately the smart phones were filming and the Uni’s social media was buzzing. The tallest of the three screamed in fury and flung herself under the ropes, and had nearly made it to her feet before being nailed by a standing drop kick which planted two yellow boots on her pert no-bra 34 inch chest. Her loose grey belly top giving no protection to her tender milkers as they were squashed flat against her ribs. The girl howled and fell back to her knees, holding both battered mammeries, where a Brazilian kick to the side of her head sent her flat on her back, legs folded under her, with a little trickle of blood running from her nose. Helen noted a near perfect strike, an advanced technique and well executed, and stunning her victim, not knocking her out. The other two Chinese women screamed at their friend to get up as Akiko strutted round the ring, and eventually she staggered back to her feet, holding her head. The Japanese women again let her come to her and they locked up in a traditional test of strength, which the shorter Chinese girl ended by a head butt straight between the eyes of the tall girl. Akiko wobbled, but the heavier women held her in place and planted three follow up head smashes before downing her foe with a double jumping knee lift to the ribs on the swim suited young women. Dragging up the groaning California tanned Asian, to the cheers of her friend; she wrapped up her opponent from behind and smashed the Japanese girls head firmly onto the mat with vicious Dragon Suplex, leaving Akiko seeing stars. The Chinese woman again grabbed hold of the blue hair to drag her to her feet, but was caught cold by a right upper cut into her shinny nylon shorts. The smaller girl groaned, and then in an amazing show of power, her taller foe lifted her by her throat and cunt, and unceremoniously dumped her out of the ring across the top rope. Helen smiled, it must have been her old coach who had instructed the fit tanned girl, who seemed to be using the whole catalogue of her own favourite moves. Helen though had a bit of worry, many of the students were filming the contest, and it was bound to go on the dark web, and she wondered if anyone would recognise the fighting style of the fugitive Japanese assassin ‘Gin’.
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‘Thank you for not taking me up on my challenge bitches, I think one at a time is all I can handle tonight in a ‘Gaunlet’, it must be this awful muck you call food I have been eating this last week.’ Akiko mocked the other two women, while rubbing at a growing bruise on her fore head - Helen made a mental note to warn the girl who was now being tended on the floor the other side of the ring, about the force to put into a head butt, and the danger of not only giving your opponent, but yourself, a concussion injury.
‘Oh, so that’s the way it is,’ muttered Akiko as this time both Chinese girls slid under the ring ropes at the same time.

The smaller of the two Chinese girls dexterously using the lower rope swung herself out on her black knickered bottom, and knocked the legs out from under the Japanese young woman, sending her crashing heavily down on her side. However before the Chinese girl could take advantage, Akiko flipped herself back to her feet and stamped heavily on to the smaller woman’s right thigh before snatching up the wounded leg and viciously over extending the tendon, and then repeatedly kicking into the back of her already bruising thigh muscle. Meanwhile her bigger but slower companion had come up behind the Japanese summer sky haired beauty and crashed a forearm smash into the centre of her back and followed this up with a kick into the girl’s arm, forcing her to release her friend. Akiko’s face twisted in pain, and Helen noted the many bruises on the Japanese woman’s body from her first fight with these women; the three Chinese fighters had all obviously stretched the rules to punish their foe. However, the Japanese girl’s reply was a donkey kick that literally took the heavier woman off her feet, leaving her rolling in agony on the mat, holding her groin, rubbing to relieve the pain in her sex through the blue cotton of her baggy sports sweat bottoms.

‘What do you think so far Teach,’ The brat came over to look down on Helen, even though she was supposedly the same age as herself, she acted and looked like the brat she was. ‘I don’t think any American can teach me anything, even if they do say you have trained wrestlers in the Philippines.’ She rested her superb 32 inch chest across the top of the ring ropes and smiled an amazingly hot sexy smile at Helen, and then the Afro Asian realised she was intently looking above her head, into the training mirror directly behind her. While her friend still sat groaning holding her sex, the other Chinese wrestler had climbed gingerly to her feet, favouring her good leg, and assumed the tall Asian fighter was distracted. This was her mistake, as while the Chinese fighter took time to flex her injured knee and examine her bruised leg, Akiko deftly spun round, pushed back hard into the ring ropes to give herself extra momentum, and charged across the ring with a scream. Helen looked way as she knew what was coming, and as the surprised Chinese looked up, startled, she was caught by a nasty cloths line that took her off her feet, and flung her to the mat. Then reaching down the tall girl pushed up the small belly top, and took a viciously firm hold on both the prominent teats of the other student. While the woman wailed she was thrown over the top rope to land with a crash on the heavily padded area outside the ring, both teats bleeding as Akiko had held firmly onto them as she threw the other Asian across the ring. Helen was surprised at this nasty move, but couldn’t stop a smile coming to her lips; it had been one of her own trade mark moves, goodness her old coach must have taught this girl all her champions’ tricks.

‘Two down Teach, sure you don’t want to spar with me,’ giggled the tall girl, as she alluringly adjusted the crotch on her tight fitting costume and pushed forward her two firm tits, making their obvious appeal even more tantalising in the very tight black top she had over her one-piece, and that’s when Helen realised the girl was trying to seduce her - and it was working. However the flirtatious smile and pouting had to swiftly stop as Akiko’s last opponent had got back to her feet, and this time had no intention of being ambushed by the tricky Japanese. The two young women cautiously circled one another before Akiko again tried the snap kick Helen had seen earlier, but this time to the already tenderised knickers of the smaller women. However it was the Japanese girls yellow camel toe that received the attention of a large black wrestling boot. The more experienced girl had taken the kick on her thigh, snatched hold of the tanned leg of the Japanese women, and fired a massive kick into her foes vitals, and then as Akiko staggered back hopping on one leg, the Chinese girl kicked twice again into the same soft spot throwing the Japana Babe back into the ring corner.

‘Did you like my boyfriend between your thighs cunt,’ screamed the Chinese student, and closing with her foe proceeded to unload with repeated chops across the top of the pretty girls chest. ‘ And did you like him playing with your tits’, and with that bellowed into Akiko’s face she then dragged her back into the centre of the mat by her blue hair before parading the tanned women around the ring ‘show boating’. Helen was not sure what the Chinese female’s plan was, but unfortunately for her giving Akiko the time to get back her breath was a mistake. She punched her foe low and hard, sinking a hard right into the other fighters untensed gut leaving her staggering across the ring retching, holding herself, and then Akiko swept her leg high and with a cry of pent up fury, delivered a vicious high axe kick to the back of the Chinese girls neck.

A couple of the crowd screamed, they had seen killing blows before, and while others gasped in disbelief Helen was into the ring in a split second. Akiko turned and gave the instructor a big sexy smile, eyes still glowing with the effect of the drugs , her near perfect features lightening up with pleasure, but Helen immediately downed the Japanese with a straight throat punch, leaving the brat clutching her neck choking and writhing on the mat. Luckily two other students were medical trainees and had rolled in and rushed across to the still Chinese girl. They quickly stabilised her neck and then to everyone’s surprise confirmed that she was not seriously injured and the blow had been pulled at the last split second, to leave the other Asian dizzy and disorientated, but more injured in pride than physically. Helen gasped, she had never seen such a well perfected blow, and excepting for herself in her championship days very few other fighters would risk it, it was so easy to kill an opponent. Still trying to analyse what she had seen, she quickly redirected one of the medical students across to Akiko who was only now trying to sit up while holding her bruised throat. Helen then found herself apologising profusely to the beautiful women at her mistake.
‘Gomen, Gomen Akiko San, I am deeply sorry.’ She bowed her apologies, to receive another beaming smile back through the tear stained face of the blue haired girl.

‘Now you will really have to fight me,’ croaked back the new student, ’And who taught you that finger thrust,’ and then she leaned forward and gave Helen a deep kiss. Pulling back she then added , giving Helen another of her amazingly sexy ‘come to bed’ grins, ’and your Japanese sounds like a natives to me, much better than that cracked LA Chinese English you try to speak, and I lived in LA when I was a child, so I should know.’ Helen frowned at the girl, everything about her was wrong, but she could not help liking her.

She accompanied the four students to the University hospital Casualty section for them to be checked out properly, and Akiko’s throat to be given the all clear, and all four of the fighters were kept in the night for observation. She also received a flurry of txts from those who had seen the fight on blurry phone vids, which seemed to have gone viral on the dark fight web. However she had more serious things to do than watch Akiko’s performance on her phone. A second’s distraction to the doctor attending gave Helen access to the medical files, and a minutes worth of flirting had the files and references downloaded onto a zip drive. She had quickly fired the data to the States for Mahogany to look at, as the big American now had an IT wizard for her new lover. An hour later came back a preliminary reply, while eliminating the very strong possibility that the girl was a Japanese fugitive called Arimi (Mahogany had Tweeted a big grin with that comment, as that was one avenue of investigation she did not need to follow, Mahogany was fully aware that Helen was the real fugitive Arimi AKA the assassin ‘Gin’) it was likely the girl was Hachi Akiko, also called known as the kunoichi, ‘Mayu’. Not 23 years old, but probably just 18, but that was no surprise, that’s how she looked and acted, but there were many other anomalies in her story, which seemed like all the best deep covers, to have layer after layer. But Mahogany came up with a code word and what seemed to be an emergency alert to anyone confronting the real ‘Mayu’. It was a warning to approach with extreme care as she was a trained and initiated ‘Siren’.

Helen frowned, did the Siren Kunoichi’s really exist, and how dangerous was this Mayu?

JS2007