Ninja Assassin: Attraction

by Sally Keira

  "So what do you both think?" Kaiya asked in a forced husky voice, spinning on the spot.

  "You're hilarious. You will totally get away with this character. You also look stunning!" Mariko told her enthusiastically.

  Kazuo sat quietly, both women turned to him, waiting for his opinion.

  "I will say if anyone could pull this off it would be you. However, you do realise that Itsunori Tanaka is married. So, he will probably take his wife on Saturday, if he takes a date at all. We will probably need to find you a plan B to get you into Tadao's house," Kazuo said.

  Kaiya narrowed her eyes at Kazuo.

  "Challenge accepted,” Kaiya said. “Itsunori has a terrible womanising reputation. He is not even going to know what hit him when I get him in my sights."

  Kaiya was determined to at least give plan A her best attempt. One glance at the large feature clock on the wall, and she realised it was time to go after him.

  “My hired driver should be downstairs by now,” Kaiya said.

  “Why aren’t you using one of our cars?” Mariko asked.

  “Because she needs to make an entrance but can’t do so in one of your recognisable vehicles,” Kazuo answered for Kaiya.

  If someone recognised Kaiya, her plan would fail. She would not consider the option of failure.

  “Have a nice night,” Kaiya said, grabbing her purse.

  ***

  Kaiya's hired limo driver drove her across town and pulled up directly outside of an exclusive nightclub. She took her time reapplying her lipstick as her driver walked around to open her door. As she stepped out of the limo, Kaiya became aware that she held the curiosity of a crowd standing behind a rope in a queue. The bouncers were unlikely to let many of that crowd inside the club. Those people would probably line up for hours and later give up.

  Kaiya walked confidently straight to the front of the line. Looking one of the bouncers in the eye, she smiled prettily, easily gaining his approval. He nodded respectfully at her.

  "This way miss,” the bouncer pulled the rope aside, making way for Kaiya to enter the club.

  Kaiya smirked to herself about how easily she had entered the club, even though the bouncer did not know that she was Kaiya Takahashi. Inside, the club was reasonably crowded with formally dressed patrons. The upbeat music and soft purple lighting gave the room a warm and intimate atmosphere. Kaiya observed that there were a lot of fancy white booths and lounges. There were also elaborately gold framed mirrors lining the walls and crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Aware that she held the attention of several men and even some women, she confidently walked further into the club. Her awareness of their interest just fed into her ego as she strode through the crowd. Her phone vibrated with a text message from her undercover ninja.

  Itsunori has been speaking to Tadao for 45 minutes, middle VIP lounge.

  Kaiya did not need to reply; her undercover ninja would spot her at some point.

  Weaving her way around the patrons packed into the dance floor, she headed toward the guarded staircase that lead upstairs to a smaller VIP section of the club. Smiling seductively at the bouncer, she leaned toward him and whispered in his ear.

  "I'm not on your list because I don't want a record of me meeting up with Itsunori tonight."

  "You're not his wife," the bouncer frowned at her.

  "Exactly!" Kaiya smiled suggestively at him.

  The bouncer caught on. He looked her up and down appreciatively before pulling another rope aside and letting her pass to climb the stairs. Kaiya rolled her eyes when she could feel the bouncer checking out her butt, as she ascended toward the VIP room. It was satisfying to have gotten past this second bouncer just as easily as the one at the main entrance.

  The VIP room was beautifully lit with aqua themed walls and lighting, a smaller yet grander version of the purple room downstairs. The room was elaborately furnished with three discrete white lounge areas and several smaller tables sprinkled closer to the bar. There were probably about fifty people in the room, many of them combining business and pleasure. The bar was an eye-catching glass fish tank design that curved across one end of the room, with an assortment of brightly coloured fish inside it. Kaiya looked up and noticed that the roof was largely made of glass, with modern lights hanging from ceiling.

  Confidently strutting across the room, she concentrated on pulling off her seductive walk, as she closed in on the lounge areas. Kaiya pretended to look for someone. As she neared the lounges she spotted her uncle Tadao, who was sitting with an attractive woman in his lap. Tadao was speaking to another official looking man and her target, Itsunori Tanaka, the Minister of Defence. The three men looked relaxed. They were drinking wine and had probably concluded their business dealings. Itsunori would have already accepted his invitation to attend on Saturday evening.

  As Kaiya approached she became acutely aware of Lawso and Yoshito standing discretely within distance of their table. It was impossible for her to ignore how handsome Lawso looked in his black suit. She was probably the only one in the room beside Tadao who knew how deadly his body guards were.

  Averting her eyes, she deliberately tried to avoid looking at the ninjas. Her heart rate increased when their eyes briefly passed over her. They were probably assessing that she was of little threat. It was hard not to feel smug, to be flaunting herself in front of Lawso without his awareness that it was her. Spurred on by the ninjas obviously not recognising her, she boldly made eye contact with Itsunori Tanaka in front of them. Once she caught Itsunori's eye, she smiled purposefully at him and flicked a strand of blonde hair off her face. She deliberately held his gaze for longer than appropriate.

  When she was satisfied that she held his interest, Kaiya turned away and walked in character up to the bar. She ordered a cocktail that Mariko would have ordered. Boldly turning her gaze back to Itsunori, she regained his attention from across the room, whilst she waited for her drink. Kaiya tactically took a seat at an empty table within direct line of sight of Itsunori. He said something to the men sitting with him and they all glanced at her briefly.

  Kaiya reached for her phone and dialled her undercover ninja, who was now in the downstairs bar. She chatted to him about how nice the club was before he asked her for an update on her progress. In an amused tone, she relayed her actions to him.

  "I'm looking disappointed now, because I want to look like I'm potentially chatting on the phone to my fake date who has kept me waiting. I have also been holding suggestive eye contact with the minister across the room. He is taking in my interest in him and my seeming availability. I'm smiling at him invitingly as I twirl my drink with my straw....Guess what I'm hanging up now because he has dismissed himself from his business meeting and is actually coming over to my table. He probably thinks I am going to let him fuck me. Ha you men are so easy! See you later."

  "Enjoy your game Kaiya,” the ninja on the phone laughed. Kaiya hung up to find Itsunori standing next to her.

  "Good evening miss, may I sit with you?" The Minister asked her politely. "I couldn't help but notice you smiling enticingly at me.”

  Kaiya nodded, smiling prettily as she gestured for him to join her. Itsunori Tanaka was a handsome-enough man in his mid-40s. Leading him on would not be entirely unpleasant, she thought.

  Kaiya spoke in her best seductive voice, in case the ninja’s overheard her.

  "I was supposed to meet someone here. However, my date just phoned to say that the bouncer did not let him upstairs to this VIP section. If he doesn't make the cut, then he doesn't make my cut either. What do you think about that, am I too harsh?" She asked with a coy smile.

  "Not at all, a beautiful woman like yourself should never be in mediocre company,” Itsunori said. He was already signalling a bartender to bring over two drinks.

  "Something tells me that I'm in anything but mediocre company now,” Kaiya told him in her sweet husky voice.

  Itsunori smiled charmingly back at her. Kaiya was disappointed when he began to ask
her mediocre questions: What did she think of the club? Was she having a good time? What did she do for a living? Boring! It appeared that being the Minister of Defence clearly had not given him any extra skill at making small talk with the ladies. Of course, his powerful social position and handsome face would be alluring enough for many women. Kaiya did however enjoy making up some not so mediocre answers about herself.

  “I’m a gymnast. I used to compete at an international level. Now I’m involved with training some of our Olympic Team,” Kaiya lied.

  Itsunori’s eyes swept appreciatively over her perfectly sculptured figure. Clearly, she looked the part. It amused her to draw him further into her little game.

  "If I wasn't wearing this dress, I'd be able to show you some positions I can get into,” Kaiya made this suggestion with a hint of innocence.

  Itsunori leaned slightly closer to her, like a fish slowly being reeled in for capture. Kaiya smiled naughtily at him as she continued speaking.

  "You know twists, flips, supporting my whole body weight by my hands while I'm upside down, spreading my legs wide a part…. In the splits, of course."

  Kaiya ran her straw from her drink over her bottom lip as she watched him digest the last part of her comment.

  Itsunori bought Kaiya a couple more drinks over the course of the evening, but she drunk them slowly as she continued flirting with the minister. Becoming too intoxicated was out of the question, she did not wish to lose her edge. Leaning progressively closer, Kaiya subtly provided him a better view of her cleavage.

  “Would you like to join me and go somewhere for a late dinner,” the minister eventually asked her, no doubt testing her interest in leaving the club with him.

  “I’m not hungry for food Minister,” Kaiya told him, as she let her eyes flicker over his lips, inviting him to kiss her.

  When he did so she found he was a good kisser. She did not feel actual desire for him though, but did experience a thrill from leading him on in her seduction game. There was no feeling of guilt regarding Itsunori’s marital status, because he was already a known womaniser. Luckily Tadao, Lawso and Yoshito had moved on from the club sometime before the kiss. It might have felt difficult to kiss Itsunori with Lawso within sight. She knew she would rather be kissing Lawso, even though a part of her wanted to kill him.

  The challenging part in her game with the minister was creating a balance of sexual tension but leaving him wanting more. Kaiya was using this man for a purpose and had no intention of sleeping with him to get what she wanted. Kaiya was unsurprised when Itsunori wanted to take her somewhere more private than dinner.

  "Do you want to come back to my place?" Itsunori asked, probably used to women saying yes without hesitation. Clearly he owned various properties so he did not mean his actual family home.

  "Mmmm, yes and no," Kaiya replied indecisively. "I actually have somewhere I need to be later tonight. I’m also tied up with work the rest of this week. But you can take me anywhere you'd like this Saturday night."

  This was clearly not what Itsunori had in mind and he tried to hide his disappointment.

  "I unfortunately have an important work function that I must attend this Saturday night," he told her.

  Kaiya took his red tie in her hands and pretended to admire it, as she started stroking it.

  "That's a shame minister," she said as she leant in and whispered seductively in his ear. "I would have been a much naughtier date for your work function than your wife.”

  Kaiya stood smiling seductively and turned to leave, not surprised to be stopped by a gentle tug on her wrist.

  "Ok wait, I want to see you again. Saturday night is a black tie private function. I would love to arrive with such a stunning woman as yourself on my arm. My car will pick you up at 19:00.”

  Kaiya smiled prettily and pulled a fake business card out of her purse. On the back of her card she scribbled an alternative address where he could pick her up from, and handed her card to Itsunori.

  "I will make sure I wear a gown that draws your attention away from your work," she smiled suggestively, as she turned toward the exit.

  Kaiya deliberately swayed her hips how she had practiced; glancing back over her shoulder at him one last time before she disappeared from view. Satisfied that his eyes were still hungrily following her, she departed the VIP room. She had successfully ensnared her target.

  Chapter 16

  On Saturday evening, promptly at 19:00, a black modified Toyota Century Royal approached the gates of a mansion in a wealthy suburb in Tokyo. The gates opened to allow the vehicle to drive up into the estate. Kaiya kissed an older woman on the cheek. She was a long-standing family friend who did not mind Kaiya getting ready at her home.

  "Who is your date?" The pleasant woman asked curiously.

  "Don't tell anyone, it's actually Itsunori Tanaka!"

  Kaiya laughed at the concerned expression on the woman's face.

  "Don’t worry, I'm just using him to gain access to a party, hence my disguise."

  The woman looked very interested in knowing more but Kaiya bid her farewell. Gracefully, she walked out the grand entrance and down the steps to the waiting car. The chauffeur opened the door for her and she climbed in beside Itsunori Tanaka, who was dressed handsomely in a tuxedo.

  Inside the car Itsunori checked out Kaiya's blonde hair. It was formally and beautifully arranged on her head in a series of twists, with several wisps of hair left framing her face. Ha, he likes my new wig, Kaiya thought with satisfaction. Of course, she was also wearing her brown eye contacts and had that same beauty spot marked on her face. Itsunori also gazed admiringly at Kaiya's midnight blue, floor-length chiffon gown. It was an elegant V-neck dress that perfectly accentuated Kaiya's round breasts. The dress clung tightly to her figure, flowing outward from her hips. A gold chain necklace with an unusually large gold pendant globe adorned her neck, and her black GPS bracelet enclosed her left wrist. Itsunori leaned toward her, his eyes lingering on her cleavage.

  "You weren't lying when you said you were going to wear a dress that would distract me from my work,” Itsunori said, appreciatively.

  “I’m glad you like it, Minister,” Kaiya smiling prettily, holding out a champagne glass for him to fill.

  Perhaps if she held a drink between them, he might not try to kiss her on the short drive to Tadao's mansion. Itsunori’s escort was only required for as long as it took her to gather some Intel on the chip’s location. Then she would ditch her powerful date and seize the chip. So, Itsunori would not be getting a piece of her.

  When they exited their vehicle, Itsunori held Kaiya's hand. Together they lined up out the front of the mansion steps behind the other beautifully styled guests. Tadao's ninjas had set up an openly tight security system. The ninjas were dressed formally in dark suits but were clearly armed with MP5 automatic sub-machine guns. Some of them were patrolling the border of the estate on foot and others were patrolling on quad bikes. Some of the ninjas were directing guests through a metal detector and searching evening bags. Kaiya's own evening wrist-purse contained only lipstick, her mobile and a small purse torch, which was actually a laser.

  “Wow, the security here is pretty full on,” Kaiya exclaimed.

  “Yes, it is. But you have nothing to worry about, I know they wouldn’t find any weapons on you. Just stay close to me.” Itsunori smiled at her.

  ***

  Lawso and Yoshito were sitting together in a room just inside the front of Tadao Takahashi’s mansion. They were watching the entering guests via security camera monitors. Yoshito was in charge of the security operations tonight and he was confident of their ninjas' ability to keep the party and chip secure. Yoshito remained watchful but content that everything seemed under control so far. Lawso, on the other hand had asked the ninja assigned to monitor the cameras to take a break. Lawso had taken over that ninja’s chair and was scrutinising the active screens as he flicked through them.

  "You look disappointed that she's not here yet,"
Yoshito said with a hint of amusement.

  "She'll be here, she's a determined little wench!" Lawso said matter-of-factly.

  "Part of me thought I was going to have to shoot her in that compound. You've got your work cut out for you. Keeping her both alive and out of my way is going to prove very difficult for you!" Yoshito said seriously.

  “Yeah, she is a challenge. A very enjoyable one though, so try not to shoot her. Or I might just shoot you,” Lawso said, grinning.

  “If you shoot me, you’re fired! And if you let her get into a situation where I have to shoot her, you’re probably also fired. If she shoots you though, you’re not fired. But you’re probably dead. How did I talk you into this little job again?” Yoshito sounded serious even though Lawso knew he was joking.

  “Because I’m a fool?” Lawso laughed.

  "Hey look, speaking of actual fools,” Yoshito pointed at the zoomed in image of guests being searched by security ninjas at the entry to the mansion. “Itsunori Tanaka has ditched his wife for that blonde he picked up in the club the other night! That guy is ridiculous, damaging his reputation with his open womanising. Although, lucky for him this party is mostly full of equally inappropriate guests and foreigners."

  Lawso did not reply. He was watching the blonde woman set off the metal detector. A few of the guests had also done so with their jewellery. The blonde woman smiled innocently at the attending ninja and pulled a large golden bauble necklace out of her cleavage. The ninja placed a hand-held metal detector near her necklace and it went off. The blonde woman continued smiling at the ninja who let her pass.

  Lawso turned half-grinning at Yoshito.

  "You know what? The other night at the club, I couldn’t help thinking that that blonde woman's body was just as hot as Kaiya's. Now I know why, I think that IS Kaiya!"

  Yoshito stared at the blonde on the screen and shook his head.

  “She is a similar build I suppose but that’s about it. She doesn’t stand or walk anything like Kaiya,” Yoshito said, unconvinced.