Free Nogitsune by Amaris Laurent, Jonathan D. Alexanders IX Page A
Authors: Amaris Laurent, Jonathan D. Alexanders IX
said.
Their glasses clinked together and they took it to the head with ease. Both let out a hiss, then a howl. Yuki asked for two more.
"So what are you going to do?" asked Yuki.
Without hesitating, Ayame looked Yuki in the eyes and spoke with pure hatred, "I'm going to kill that son of a bitch Kento Karahawa."
Yuki chuckled. "Really? With what? What army you taking with you on your fuckin' crusade?"
"I'm sure I can find someone," Ayame said. “I already have one crazy ass bitch that is down for me.
“Who?”
“You, dumb ass,” said Ayame jokingly while hitting Yuki in the arm. “Yeah, I’m going to set Kento up by getting you to give him some and while you’re on your knees blowing him—”
“Hold on! Why I gotta be sucking him?” chuckled Yuki.
“Because you suck! But listen, this is how it’s going to go down. While you’re on your knees bobbing your head up and down, I’m going to walk up from behind and bloaaaawwww!”
When Ayame made the hand gesture of a gun being fired, Yuki knew she was all too serious and figured this was the perfect time to bring up Illicit.
“It’s funny you should bring this up. A very good friend of mine came to visit me and she had heard about your mother and all the foul shit that the yakuza had been doing and she asked if I wanted to do something about it.”
“Something like what?” said Ayame while taking a sip of 1800 tequila.
“Form an all-women organization and bring every living yakuza to their knees.”
“What do we need to do?” said Ayame.
“Get as many bad ass girls together and begin turning each faction against one another so that they break their treaty and begin warring with one another. Then when they’re weakened, we strike AND I PROMISE YOU Ayame, Kento will pay for what he did to your mother.”
More than anything, the passion in Yuki’s voice convinced Ayame that this wasn’t a game and they were going to make Kento and all Japanese yakuza pay.
Ayame nodded and smirked devilishly as thoughts of Kento begging for his life while she stood over him with a gun replayed in her mind.
“I like that! Bad ass bitches.”
Yuki grinned. “Yeah! Like…what’s the word? Sukebans!”
Ayame raised her glass. “Going old school? Really?” With a slight huff, she relented. “Alright fine! To the Sukeban and the death of all yakuza.”
With the clink of their glasses, it consummated the death of every yakuza boss in Japan. From then on in the eyes of the good friends, the Inato and Fukushima crime families were on borrowed time.
“So do you have anyone in mind for this little Cosa Nostra?” said Ayame.
“I think I might know someone,” smiled Yuki.
****
She stared at the clock as if trying to hypnotizing it would make it go faster. Or maybe it was more in part because of her boring algebra teacher teaching his craft as if he was sleepwalking. Most of the teenagers around her were into their own dramas, not caring one bit about his teachings as well.
As time was ticking away before school ended for the day and on to the separate afternoon clubs, there were only two thoughts on sixteen-year-old Ayuko Fukai's mind: getting ready for her practice with her dance group and getting her chance to bag the boy crush of her dreams.
When she went outside on the field near the Nakahiro High School building, she circled around to see if she could find him. Then, turning one corner, she saw him, standing alone waiting for someone or something. Ayuko started moving and just as she was about to get close, another girl came to him and the two kissed one another.
The minute the kiss occurred, it crushed Ayuko Fukai’s heart to the point she just stood still as her crush just followed his so-called girlfriend and her popular crew.
With one mission failed, she could still rely on the other one. She went to one of the public restrooms
Their glasses clinked together and they took it to the head with ease. Both let out a hiss, then a howl. Yuki asked for two more.
"So what are you going to do?" asked Yuki.
Without hesitating, Ayame looked Yuki in the eyes and spoke with pure hatred, "I'm going to kill that son of a bitch Kento Karahawa."
Yuki chuckled. "Really? With what? What army you taking with you on your fuckin' crusade?"
"I'm sure I can find someone," Ayame said. “I already have one crazy ass bitch that is down for me.
“Who?”
“You, dumb ass,” said Ayame jokingly while hitting Yuki in the arm. “Yeah, I’m going to set Kento up by getting you to give him some and while you’re on your knees blowing him—”
“Hold on! Why I gotta be sucking him?” chuckled Yuki.
“Because you suck! But listen, this is how it’s going to go down. While you’re on your knees bobbing your head up and down, I’m going to walk up from behind and bloaaaawwww!”
When Ayame made the hand gesture of a gun being fired, Yuki knew she was all too serious and figured this was the perfect time to bring up Illicit.
“It’s funny you should bring this up. A very good friend of mine came to visit me and she had heard about your mother and all the foul shit that the yakuza had been doing and she asked if I wanted to do something about it.”
“Something like what?” said Ayame while taking a sip of 1800 tequila.
“Form an all-women organization and bring every living yakuza to their knees.”
“What do we need to do?” said Ayame.
“Get as many bad ass girls together and begin turning each faction against one another so that they break their treaty and begin warring with one another. Then when they’re weakened, we strike AND I PROMISE YOU Ayame, Kento will pay for what he did to your mother.”
More than anything, the passion in Yuki’s voice convinced Ayame that this wasn’t a game and they were going to make Kento and all Japanese yakuza pay.
Ayame nodded and smirked devilishly as thoughts of Kento begging for his life while she stood over him with a gun replayed in her mind.
“I like that! Bad ass bitches.”
Yuki grinned. “Yeah! Like…what’s the word? Sukebans!”
Ayame raised her glass. “Going old school? Really?” With a slight huff, she relented. “Alright fine! To the Sukeban and the death of all yakuza.”
With the clink of their glasses, it consummated the death of every yakuza boss in Japan. From then on in the eyes of the good friends, the Inato and Fukushima crime families were on borrowed time.
“So do you have anyone in mind for this little Cosa Nostra?” said Ayame.
“I think I might know someone,” smiled Yuki.
****
She stared at the clock as if trying to hypnotizing it would make it go faster. Or maybe it was more in part because of her boring algebra teacher teaching his craft as if he was sleepwalking. Most of the teenagers around her were into their own dramas, not caring one bit about his teachings as well.
As time was ticking away before school ended for the day and on to the separate afternoon clubs, there were only two thoughts on sixteen-year-old Ayuko Fukai's mind: getting ready for her practice with her dance group and getting her chance to bag the boy crush of her dreams.
When she went outside on the field near the Nakahiro High School building, she circled around to see if she could find him. Then, turning one corner, she saw him, standing alone waiting for someone or something. Ayuko started moving and just as she was about to get close, another girl came to him and the two kissed one another.
The minute the kiss occurred, it crushed Ayuko Fukai’s heart to the point she just stood still as her crush just followed his so-called girlfriend and her popular crew.
With one mission failed, she could still rely on the other one. She went to one of the public restrooms
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