He stood with his eyes closed, holding her head as it bobbed back and forth. When she saw Ichiro was vulnerable, she took her fist and struck him in the testicles as hard as she could.
Ichiro fell to the floor immediately. Neige dashed toward the door as fast as she could. When she opened it, four of Ichiro’s men were standing there waiting to make sure she didn’t escape.
She screamed for help, but by the time her neighbors opened the door to see what was going on, Ichiro’s men had already brought her back inside. Teary-eyed, Ichiro struggled to get back up on his feet and compose himself as his men held her by the arms. Still sore, he limped over to Neige and ripped off her T-shirt and her panties and fondled her breast.
Ichiro chuckled to himself, “And just think I was going to let you live. Things could have been so different. Fuck it! Since you like it rough, I’ll oblige you. When was the last time you guys got your dicks wet?”
Neige spit in his face.
Ichiro wiped the spit off with his hand and slowly licked it, savoring the taste.
“If I were you, I would save that spit! You’re going to need it tonight for what you’re about to do.”
His men snickered.
“I’m going to tell you how things are going to go,” said Ichiro. “First, we’re going to gangbang you. Then we’re going to beat you, and then we’re going to each take turns fucking you again. And then we’re going to kill you and fuck you again, but not necessarily in that order.”
Ichiro popped open a small bottle of prescription-filled Viagra and guzzled three pills, chewing and crunching them with his teeth, before he passed the bottled around to the other four men.
“We’re literally going to fuck the shit out of you,” said Ichiro as he laughed sadistically. “Get ready men! It’s going to be a long night.”
Neige looked at Ichiro and shook her head trying hard to hold back her tears, dreading she ever opened her front door...
****
Myoko Hamada woke up to the smell of bacon, eggs and pancakes. When she got out of the bed there was a trial of roses leading downstairs and to the table. Around the table, the rose pedals were shaped into the form of a huge heart.
“Oh, my god, David! What is all this?” asked Myoko.
“Damn! I wanted to surprise you.”
“Surprise me? What’s the occasion?”
“No reason! I just wanted to do something for you to show you how much I loved you,” he said tenderly.
Myoko smiled as David scooted back the chair for her to sit down. Although she was surprised at the rose pedals that led downstairs to the table, it really wasn’t a shock to her. David was a romantic at heart. He was always trying to find ways to outdo himself and show Myoko that he loved her.
To David, Myoko was his world. After four years of marriage, he still would bring her flowers, write her poetry, call her in the middle of the day just to say he was thinking about her, and her personal favorite: he’d sing her a love song, even though he was an awful singer.
As she sat down and took a bite of bacon, David turned on the radio and then burst out into a song.
“Butterflies is what I feel inside/And every time is like my first time ooo-wee/And I can’t never find the words to say/You’re the perfect girl/You were made for me /It’s so easy to love you baby…”
Myoko blushed and began smiling as he took a spatula and sung, “You Are,” by Charlie Wilson in a Japanese accent.
“….Baby girl I just wanna tell you that you are/ The reason I love the reason I trust/ God sent me an angel/ You are the best in the world/ A wonderful girl/Knowing you by my side brings tears to my eyes…”
When David finished singing, he walked behind Myoko, blindfolded her, took her by the hand and led her to the middle of the floor.
“David, what are you doing?”
“It’s a surprise,” he answered.
Once again he had her smiling. “I thought you already gave me my surprise.”
“That was nothing but something sweet to wet your palette,” said David. “This is the real surprise.”
David put a necklace around her neck and undid the blindfold. When Myoko looked in the mirror she was wearing a diamond necklace.
“David, where did you get this?”
He grinned devilishly and kissed the top of her forehead. “Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.”
“David!”
“You hear that. My phone’s ringing.”
“David, I thought we agreed no more expensive gifts.”
David ran upstairs and answered his phone, “Hello!”
“I’m not disturbing you on your day off, am I?”
“Oh no! I was just sitting here on my day off wondering when the hell my partner is going to call me to ruin it,” he responded sarcastically. “But now that you called, what’s up?”
“We need you!”
“You need me for what?”
“There’s been a murder.”
“So what else is new?”
“It’s Neige.”
David lowered the phone and tried as best as he could to compose himself. “Where are you?”
“Shinjuku!”
“I’ll be right there.”
****
When David arrived at Neige’s apartment, Hayashi was standing in front of the door waiting for him. The look in Hayashi’s eyes spoke volumes about what had transpired, but nothing could prepare David for what he saw when he walked inside.
Neige was laid out naked on the floor with every orifice in the lower extremities of her body literally torn open. Her jaw had been ripped from her face as a sign of her sin against the Inato crime family and carved on the top of her head was “密告者!”
“Snitch” in Japanese.
While David glared at her and remembered how beautiful she was, his eyes began to glow red for a faint second. A small grin formed on his face and he began to envision himself having sex with her right there on the floor with her moaning.
As Hayashi approached David, he saw a slight crimson aura radiating from his body causing him to stop.
“No, it can’t be!”
David muttered as he shook his head at the sight of his friend. Wiping his eyes, he observed her ravaged body again, dropped to his knees and vomited.
Hayashi walked up beside David and helped him to his feet. David stood up fully, but dropped to his knees again vomiting once more.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” said Hayashi as he led David out into the hall. The moment Hayashi got him out of the crime scene; David broke down and began crying.
Hayashi tried as best he could to tell him what he’d learned. “One of her neighbors notified us of the smell coming from her apartment. They said that a couple of nights before, they’d heard what sounded like screams. Typical that no one even ventured to find out what the hell was going on. Do you have any idea who could of did this to her and why?”
David punched the wall repeatedly, shouting, “FUCK” with each punch until there was a hole in the drywall.
“That’s not going to help her, you know,” replied Hayashi in a calm and tranquil voice.
David stopped and exhaled a deep breath. “I don’t know who did it, but I bet you this has something to do with Daiki’s murder.”
“What does Daiki has to do with this?”
David lowered his head.
“David, why would this have something to do with Daiki’s murder?” asked Hayashi.
“You know she’s dead because of me,” he said. “Neige was my informant. She was reporting to me and helping me build a case against Kento and that piece of shit Daiki.”
Hayashi put his hand on David’s shoulder. “You can’t blame yourself for what happened to that girl in there. She knew very well what she was getting herself into. She also knew what kind of men those scumbags were and that they had to be taken down. They’re the reason why she’s dead, not you.”
David looked Hayashi deep in the eyes. “I wish that were true.
”
“There’s only one way that Neige will rest in peace,” said Hayashi. “We find out who killed her, bring them to justice and put Kento and the entire Inato syndicate behind bars.”
“Detective Hamada, we found this under the couch,” said one of the forensic detectives as he handed David a plastic bag with a prescription bottle in it with the name Ichiro Sato.
“Any idea who this might be?” asked Hayashi.
David balled up his fist and immediately his eyes took on a reddish hue. As Hayashi glared into David’s eyes, he began gasping for air as he clutched his chest. It was Hayashi’s slumping to his knees that brought David around and when he rushed over to him, his eyes had returned to normal.
“Are you alright,” he asked?
Hayashi nodded. “I’m fine! I think it was that tempura I ate for lunch.”
“That prescription belongs to Ichiro. He’s one of Kento’s men. There was no reason for Neige to have anything that belonged to one of those scumbags here in her apartment. He did this to her.”
Hayashi grinned after settling his body. “Well, let’s go pay Mr. Sato a visit, shall we?”
****
When David and Hayashi arrived at the Night Nurses, David jumped out the car without saying a word to Hayashi. He stormed toward the doors and flashed his badge.
“I’m here to see Ichiro,” he said to the bouncer.
“Damn!” said Hayashi as he parked the car in the middle of the street and went after David.
The bouncer looked at David and snickered, “Fuck you, cop! You know this is a yakuza establishment.”
David’s eyes began to glow red. Before the bouncer could make another move, David quickly stepped to the side and kicked the bouncer’s knee in, breaking it instantly. The bodyguard fell to the ground as David took out his gun and went inside.
Kato, one of Ichiro’s men, observing everything from a corner of the club, noticed a raging David coming in with his gun drawn.
“Ichiro, we have company,” he said.
Before David could get a foot in the door of the club, there were ten Inato soldiers with 45s aimed at him. As David got ready to aim his gun at Kento’s men and shoot, Hayashi entered the bar holding up his badge in one hand and holding down David’s hand with the other one.
“Where’s Kento?” Hayashi asked.
“He’s attending some business,” said Kato. “Why the fuck are you here?”
“We’re here on official police business,” said Hayashi. “I need all of you to lower your weapons.”
Kento’s men stood firm as they continued to aim their guns.
“And why should we do that when you just trespassed on Inato territory?” said Kato. “You’ve assaulted one of our men and walked in here with a gun. We have every right to kill you.”
“Trust me, you don’t want this kind of trouble,” said Hayashi. “What would Kento think if he finds out his men killed two police officers for coming to question a suspect in the murder of one of his employees? Even Sanko won’t be able to get him out of this. Every cop up and down Honshu will be down here to investigate this bar.”
Kento’s men still kept aiming.
“That’s just the half! If there’s one thing Mr. Inato doesn’t like, its mistakes that cost him money!”
“Lower your weapons,” said Ichiro as he strutted down the stairs grinning. Kento’s men immediately lowered their guns.
“You gentlemen want to explain to me what this is all about?” said Ichiro.
“Is this yours?” inquired Hayashi as he held up the prescription bottle of Viagra.
Ichiro’s men began giggling.
“Yes, sir,” Ichiro responded. “Now do you mind telling me what this is all about?”
“Neige Takizu was brutally murdered a couple of days ago and we found this in her apartment,” said Hayashi. “Do you mind telling us where you were two nights ago?”
Ichiro shrugged his shoulders in confidence. “Sure! I was getting my dick sucked by her as some of my men took turns fucking her.”
David balled up his fist and moved forward but Hayashi pushed him back.
“David don’t,” he whispered! “He’s not worth it!”
David clutched his gun, closed his eyes and quickly raised his gun and shot Ichiro in the face.
“David!”
David opened his eyes and shook his head to snap out of the daydream.
Hayashi reached from behind his back and placed handcuffs on Ichiro and read him his rights. David just gazed at Ichiro as Hayashi quickly escorted him out of the club and put him in the back of their police car.
Ichiro remained silent until David and Hayashi got inside the car.
“You know the first time I laid eyes on her, I wanted to fuck her and cum all over her face,” said Ichiro.
“No, shit,” replied David as he tried not to let Ichiro get under his skin. He wiped some sweat off his forehead!
“No shit! I use to watch her dance and the bitch was so beautiful that I would cum all in my pants from watching her. And when I finally fucked her, her pussy was so wet that after three strokes, I came. Shit, that’s what the Viagra was for. But you know that, don’t you Detective? Or at least your fingers do.”
“Keep talking, Ichiro,” David bellowed! “You’re not doing anything but building a case for yourself.”
“Do you think I give a fuck about a case or prison? I’m Inato, which means I’m untouchable!”
David turned around and faced Ichiro, “We’ll see how untouchable you are when you’re in a six by nine cell getting fucked in the ass by some sumo fuck.”
Ichiro burst out in amusement. “Do you think he’ll give me jelly babies like I gave Neige?”
Once again, David balled up his fists trying not to give in to the rage inside of him.
“You do know you’re the reason why she’s dead, don’t you, Detective Hamada? When we saw you in the room with her pulling out your gun on Daiki, you sealed her fate.”
Hayashi looked at David but didn’t say a word.
Ichiro continued. “I just want you to know that she died in extreme agony. For two straight days, me and all six of my men fucked the shit out of her. I’m talking about shit and blood literally dripping from her ass.”
“Pull over,” David commanded Hayashi.
“David, this is what he wants,” pleaded Hayashi.
David’s eyes began to glow red as he pulled his gun out and aimed it at Hayashi’s head.
“I said pull over!”
“Okay,” said Hayashi as he pulled over to the side of the road.
“Get out,” said David.
“David, I want you to listen to me,” said Hayashi.
“STOP TALKING TO ME AND JUST GET THE FUCK OUT!”
The intensity of the red aura radiating from David’s body and eyes grew until his visage began to change.
The instant Hayashi got out of the car; David sped off down the street.
Hayashi’s eyes began to glow yellow as he ran after the car into traffic. Hayashi jumped into the air and ran up the side of the building. When Hayashi was at the top of the building his entire body had transformed into a majestic white zenko. Within seconds of Hayashi running after David and pouncing from building to building with tremendous speed not able to be seen by the eye he had caught up to them.
****
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” said Ichiro with a nervous edge to his voice looking back to see where Hayashi could be?
“Taking justice into my own hands,” said David driving at warp speed. “You’re right! The case’s never going to make it to trail and you’re going to walk just as Daiki did.”
“You think I’m afraid of dying,” Ichiro exploded in laughter? “Fuck you and death.”
With his eyes glowing crimson red, David smirked and spoke in a demonic tone, “Who said anything about killing you? Death is quick, but pain can last for an eternity.”
“What the fuck are you talking abo
ut?”
“I’m talking about giving you the same treatment you gave Neige!”
Ichiro chortled even harder.
“Have you ever had your shit pushed in?” asked David.
”You’ve been watching too many movies, detective. I’ve been to prison before and I’ve had my shit pushed in.”
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