Nicholas Stone
3rd July 2005, 10:03 PM
Chapter Fifteen
It was more like a penthouse suite than a guest room, Nabiki
stopping to stare with some amazement at the surroundings. To the left
of the room was a fine wooden table with four chairs elegantly carved
and inlaid with bronze and leather padding, a bar and cabinets full of
wines and liquors fit for a king. Near the center sat an elegantly
decorated French canopy bed with ivory satin sheets and large fluff
pillows at its head. A nearby closet and just beyond that a personal
washroom set off to the left, and a medium sized couch and coffee table
finished the interior furnishings.
“Whoa,” said Ukyo, walking in, “Hey Nabiki, maybe this is where
Maeda is planning to keep you once he has Tatewaki under control.”
“Bite your tongue, please,” said Nabiki.
She looked around and smiled deviously. “This is perfect. Now
all we have to do is get Mousse to slip that card out of Chino’s pocket
and we’re in the safe.”
“It’s that slip part that’s going to be interesting,” said Ukyo
with a giggle. “The way Chino was looking down there; he might be busy
fending off tentacles, if you know what I mean.”
“Chino is not like that. In fact, for such a lout he strikes me
as sort of a gentleman.”
“If you say so.”
Ukyo peered out the windows a moment and then giggled again. “I
still say Mousse is going to bolt.”
“Don’t even think like that! All we need to do is coach him a
bit on how to handle men, then leave the two alone—.”
“—and let nature take its course?” Ukyo burst out laughing much
to Nabiki’s annoyance. She suddenly stopped and frowned. “Wait, you
said leave them alone? We’re not going to be here?”
“No, that might spoil things for Mousse.”
“But I wanna watch!”
“No!” Nabiki said firmly.
There came a light knock on the door then Akari peered inside.
She looked around and entered, stepping aside to allow Mousse in.
“You know, Akari, I just remembered, I’m not wearing garters so I
don’t need to fix… up… my…” When he caught sight of Nabiki and Ukyo,
alarm bells went off in his head.
“Uh-oh… this can’t be good,” he said.
Nabiki smiled, gesturing to Akari to go get Shampoo as she went
to greet Mousse.
“Mousse, have we got a job for you.”
Dread filled Mousse, and Ukyo’s derisive snickers did not help to
settle him. “Whatever it is, it’s no!” he said, turning for the door.
“You haven’t even heard what it is yet, Mousse!”
“I don’t need too. You and Ukyo together in one room waiting for
me means pain and discomfort. No, Nabiki, I’m doing enough for you as
it is, I’m not doing anymore.”
“Even if it means the difference between getting your money or
not?”
Mousse stopped, thinking about what Nabiki just said. He quietly
turned and shut the door behind him.
“What is it?”
Nabiki explained. “You see there’s a problem opening Maeda’s
safe. Turns out it has an additional controller on it.”
“A controller? Like a keycard?”
Ukyo started amazed at Mousse’s guess.
“You are perceptive, my fellow cohort,” said Nabiki.
“Nah, sounds like to one we have in the Nekohatten. Probably a
LockTight; good safes, really strong.”
How come I’ve not heard of this safe, thought Nabiki staring
stunned at Mousse. She shrugged it off and continued. “Yeesss… well
we’ve managed to locate who has the master keycard and we need you to
get from him.”
Mousse arched a brow. “Him?”
“Him.”
A dead silence followed and then Ukyo started laughing
nefariously.
“She’s doing her Reinfield imitation again, Nabiki! This can’t
be good for me!”
“Just ignore her, Moussa.”
Mousse perked up at the reference. “Moussa… just what does this
‘guy’ want anyway?”
“Some tongue for starters,” answered Ukyo, “We can imagine what
else after that.”
Mousse let out a long moan, gripping his hair and started pacing
about the room. “AW NOOO! First it’s from behind, now it’s in my face!
This is a nightmare!”
“Ooo, Ukyo I could just… Mousse, listen to me, please!”
“No, I’ve listen to you enough! A man can only go so far and
this is the edge!”
“Well not quite the edge, but you’re about to get there,” said
Ukyo.
“Ukyo will you shut up!”
Mousse suddenly rounded on Nabiki. “Gimme the keys, Nabiki,” he
said, holding out his hand.
She backed away. “No, Mousse. We need you. Think about the
Nekohatten. Think about Shampoo!”
“Nah, nope, this is the end of my days there and with her.
Mousse does not prostitute himself for anything, hot-chick Amazon or
not.”
“Well if you think that’s bad, wait till you hear who it is we’re
setting you up with,” added Ukyo.
Mousse stopped, cutting her eyes to her.
“Your bodyguard.”
More silence, then Mousse replied, “You mean that walking
mountain screening off those leeches swarming around me?”
Ukyo nodded.
“Gimme the keys, Nabiki.”
“Ukyo, will you stop!” shouted Nabiki.
“Don’t think I’ve not noticed how he’s been eyeing me, Nabiki,”
continued Mousse. “You know what he wants!”
Nabiki shrugged, rearing back afraid of how Mousse will react to
her next words. “Yes, and we need you to get… close and… well, get the
keycard from him.”
“WHAT?!!!!”
Ukyo burst out laughing. “I told you he’d bolt,” she said.
“Mousse, it’s the only way,” said Nabiki.
“So you want me to allow that ape to grope me with those hamfist
of his? What happens when he realizes I’m not a ‘Moussa’, huh?”
“He shouldn’t. We did a pretty good job on you now Mousse.”
Mousse did a double-take. “Nabiki, I’m a guy, and my hands do
not stay in one place during times like that. They go up, and they go
down.”
“So? The top part is padded pretty well, and as for ‘below’
you’re wearing that gaff-thing so that should hide the truth.”
“You mean that muffler you guys put on me?”
“Yes.”
“I ripped that damn thing off a long time ago!”
“What! Why?”
“I hadd’a go!”
“Hmm, we didn’t consider that, did we, Nabiki,” said Ukyo.
“Will you knock it off, Ukyo!”
Nabiki drew in a deep breath trying to calm her nerves. “Well
then you just don’t let it get that far, Mousse.”
“Right you are, Nabiki, because I’m not going to be here. Now
gimme the keys.”
“No, Mousse, we need you!”
“Ah-uhn. There is not a fixed amount of Yen to do what you want
me to do. Keys.”
“But I—.”
“Keys.”
“But you—.”
“Gimme the keys, Nabiki!”
Just in the nick of time through the door came Akari and Shampoo
breaking to a halt when they saw the furious look on Mousse’s face.
“Uh, trouble?” asked Shampoo.
“Thank Goodness!” muttered Nabiki. She ran over and positioned
herself behind Shampoo. “He’s fighting us again in our hour of need.”
“Who, Mousse? What he need to do now?”
Nabiki whispered what needed to be done into Shampoo’s ear and
the Amazon woman started laughing. “You kidding?” she said. Nabiki
shook her head and Shampoo giggled uncontrollably.
“You know I still don’t see what’s so funny,” commented Akari,
baffled by their reactions.
“It’s just their twisted idea of humor,” said Mousse, “And I am
not going to be a part of it!”
Shampoo forced back her laughs walking towards him with a thin
pout. “Mousse, what about restaurant… what about profits we get from
greedy Nabiki?”
“Oh you haven’t heard yet? I’ve quit, and there is nothing
anybody can do to get me to do this!”
Shampoo moved closer to him, running her fingers playfully around
his neck and cheek. “Not even for Shampoo, hmm?”
The heat began to rise in Mousse, temples thrumming with the beat
of his heart, but he shook it off backing away.
“No, no, I can’t even do it for you, Shampoo! I’m sorry!”
“Moouussseee,” cooed Shampoo, moving close to him again.
“I can’t, Shampoo! I love you and all, but this guy wants to
grope me! No, I can’t, I can’t do-MMRRUURPPHHH!”
In a flash, Shampoo pulled Mousse to her, planting a deep
passionate kiss square on his mouth silencing his protest. His arms
flailed before wrapping around her in a loving embrace. Ukyo stared at
the couple, walking up next to Nabiki who along with Akari also stood
staring in surprise at the scene.
“Ooo, ooo Nabiki, ooo,” she said, squeezing Nabiki’s right arm
affectionately.
Nabiki frowned at her. “Gurrl, you better get those paws off of
me,” she said, swatting Ukyo’s hands away.
Shampoo and Mousse parted, drawing back to eye one another with
dazed and confused looks. They both remained silent for a moment and
the Mousse started shaking his head.
“No, no, Shampoo! I can’t do it; no matter what you do to me I
can’t—!”
Shampoo rolled her eyes and kissed Mousse again. His struggles
were brief and they parted again staring at each other. Mousse started
to speak but she cut him off with another firm kiss. Finally, Mousse
let Shampoo go and backed away. He appeared stunned, eyelids blinking
rapidly. He huffed and then asked Shampoo for her lipstick. Going to a
mirror on the wall, Mousse began reapplying the color to his lips as the
girls watched. Noticing their silence, he stopped.
“Well… don’t just stand there. Go get this fool before I change
my mind.”
“This is why we are the superior gender, ladies,” said Nabiki.
“Definitely worth the trip,” Akari said, “but I don’t think I’ll
ever get Ryoga to wear an outfit like that. Nope, no way.”
“Tell him about that kiss and he might change his mind,” said
Ukyo.
“—and we go back to kinky store when we done, no?” added Shampoo.
“Okay, okay, let’s focus here,” Nabiki cut in bringing them back
on track. “We’re not out of the woods yet.”
Ukyo’s comlink beeped and she pressed it. [Ukyo, it’s Ranko!
Two things!]
[What?]
[Maeda’s woman is furious and she’s looking for you and Nabiki!]
[No prob. Next?]
[Chino is headed upstairs right now!]
[What!] she exclaimed startling the others. [Ranko that should
have been the first thing you said!]
[Sorry.]
Ukyo turned to Nabiki. “Chino’s on his way up!”
“It hasn’t been twenty minutes yet!” said Nabiki.
“Man must really be horny,” commented Shampoo.
“Ignore her, Mousse!” shouted Nabiki. She cut Shampoo a dark
look and glanced at her watch. A few minutes early, but now there was
no time for them to depart.
“Nabiki, what do we do?” asked Ukyo.
She thought and then said, “Hide, and I got dibs on the closet!”
A mad scramble ensued, Mousse watching as the four women scurried
to find some place to conceal themselves. Nabiki opened the closet only
to find that it would fit two of them at best. “Ukyo, you’re with me.
Shampoo, Akari… sorry but it’s every girl for herself.”
She dragged Ukyo inside, and Shampoo yelped diving up under the
bed. That left Akari and she ran leaping over the top of the couch
hunkering down behind it. Mousse gazed around at the now empty room.
“Well what do I do?” he said.
Ukyo stuck her head out the closet. “Give him a few ‘Tee-Hee’s,
show a lot of leg, and giggle like you’re embarrassed. You’ll have him
eating out of you had in no time.”
Nabiki yanked her back inside and not a moment too soon as the
door opened and Chino stepped in. Mousse spun away gasping nervously.
He quickly fixed his hair, patting down the front of his blouse before a
heavy step from behind made him pause.
“Moussa…” Chino’s lust filled voice called lightly to him.
Mousse whimpered then controlled himself. He cleared his throat
and answered, “…yes?”
He could feel Chino up close behind him then a pair of beefy
fingers gently gripped Mousse by each shoulder, squeezing tenderly.
“Moussa… may I call you Moussa?” Mousse gulped, reluctantly
nodding. “Moussa… I am pleased you agreed to talk with me.”
“…it is an…’honor’… that, that you would be… (oh gosh)…
interested in sp-speaking to me.”
“I would have done so sooner if not for those vultures out there
trying to defile you!”
His forcefulness only made Mousse more nervous and he pulled away
careful to keep his back from Chino to hide the disgust marring his
face.
“…and you were so brave standing up for me (dyargh!). You were
my Kni-Kni-Kni-…wait I can get this out… Knight in Shining armor.”
Inside the closet Ukyo had her face pressed deep into Nabiki’s
shoulder fighting to keep her laughs from being heard; Nabiki swatting
her head pleading for Ukyo to stop as she tried to listen in to the
conversation.
Chino reached out and gently turned Mousse around. He stared
deep into his eyes, love lighting up his face, a forlorn look that
warned Mousse of impending trouble to come. If this man tries to kiss
me, I’ll kill him, he thought and then Chino spoke.
“I can be much more than that, Moussa.”
A shudder from the bed made them look over a moment. Mousse
pulled away again walking to the middle of the room.
“Why Mister Chino. What do mean by that (as if I didn’t know)?”
“I’m sorry?”
“I mean… Mister Chino, you’re embarrassing me… ‘Tee-Hee’…”
“This is so good!” whispered Ukyo, streams of tears leaking down
her cheeks, “I’m so glad you brought me along!”
“Ukyo will you stop it! You’re going to blow this for us!”
Meanwhile, Chino had Mousse in his arms again trying to find
words to express his undying devotion for his alter ego. “Moussa, you
are an angel sent down from the heavens for me… a-a-goddess whose beauty
is unmatched by any woman I’ve ever seen!”
Mousse stared speechless at Chino. “Yeah, right… uh are you sure
you don’t need glasses?”
“You’re supposed to be leading him on, Mousse, not insulting
him,” Nabiki mumbled low. “Ukyo will you get off me!”
“Moussa… Moussa please come sit with me here on the bed,”
continued Chino, pulling Mousse towards it. He broke away going for the
door, but a firm grip on one wrist stopped him.
“Oh no, not the bed,” muttered Mousse. “Mister Chino, please…
‘Tee-Hee’ (gag).”
“Please, Moussa. There is so much I want to share with you. So
much I have to say.”
“M-m-must I? My boss will get really upset with me for being
gone so long.”
“Do not worry about her. Nabiki will not be of any concern to
you after tonight. Now come, please sit with me.”
Reluctantly, Mousse allowed Chino to guide him to the bed. They
sat down on the edge and Chino took Mousse’s hands in his.
“Moussa… I want to take care of you. I want you to stay with me,
here at the estate.”
“You want me to do what?”
“Stay here with me! I have a good job, and you will not have to
degrade yourself working as a lowly maid ever again.”
Chino dropped to one knee. “I love you, Moussa. Marry me!”
The bed shook again, breaking Mousse from his shock. “Uh… why
Mister Chino, your words are so powerful they shook the earth.”
“It is because I love you so, my dearest! Moussa, please say
yes! We will have a happy home with lots of children!”
“Children?”
“Yes, lots of them!”
“…Children?”
Chino nodded empathetically.
Mousse paused and cut his eyes around not knowing what to do.
“Tee-Hee?” he suddenly said and went for the door. Chino caught him by
one arm before he made it half way.
“Moussa, please wait!”
“…why Mister Chino, this is all so sudden. I-I don’t know what
to say,” replied Mousse, placing his hand to his cheek in false
embarrassment. In reality he was in full panic mode ready to run the
several kilometers back to Nerima alone if necessary.
“I know this is overwhelming for you—.”
“—understatement—.”
“But I must hear your answer… and I have another confession to
tell you.”
Oh great there’s more. I’m going to be sick, thought Mousse.
Chino let Mousse go and sadly looked down. “I must apologize to
you, Moussa.”
“For the proposal?”
“No, my love. I meant that.” He stepped up rubbing Mousse’s
shoulders. “For earlier.”
“Earlier?”
“Yes. Moussa… it was I who grabbed you downstairs in the dining
room.”
Mousse’s brows shot up upon hearing Chino’s confession, every
muscle of his body going rigid as the flames of fury flowed through him.
He trembled, teeth grit tight together and tipped his head to one side.
“You… You were the one who squeezed my a— me?” he growled.
“Yes, my love. It was I. You’re beauty was so ravishing that I
could not control myself. I will understand if you are angry with me.”
The bed behind them shook again.
“You know there must be something wrong with the balance of that
bed,” commented Chino. “I’ll have to have maintenance check that later
on.”
But Mousse was not listening; barely able to control is
unrelenting rage that steadily built up inside him. “So ‘Chino’, you
found my body ‘a-tractive’?” he said.
“Yes, Moussa, and I hope this will not push you away from me. I
feel we were meant for each other!”
“So true, that is so true, my (cough) love. We are meant to be
together, and I’d like to give you something to show my deepest desires
and affection for you too.”
“You do?”
“Oh yesss… something that should not be kept away from you any
longer.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll find out. Now close your eyes, my big beautiful man
(cough, choke!).”
He did and Mousse turned around. “Lift your chin up.”
“My chin?”
“I want this to be perfect. You want your love-doll to get it
perfect don’t you, pookie (cough!)?”
Chino opened one eye, but Mousse waved a scolding finger at him,
blowing a kiss in his direction with a smile. He shuddered and clenched
his eyes tight together. “Give it too me, my love!”
KA-POW!
ORBIT!
THUMP!
THUD!
Chino’s unconscious body lay on one side and Mousse was kicking
him viciously in the stomach. The closet door opened, Nabiki running
out; Ukyo falling too the floor in fits and stitches echoing Shampoo’s
laughs shaking the bed.
“Mousse, Mousse, stop it! We don’t want him dead!” said Nabiki
trying to pull away.
“But I do! This is the guy
who-(kick!)-grabbed-(kick!)-my-(kick!)-ass! (kick-kick-kick!) Then he
had the nerve to play it off like he was some kind of HERO
(double-kick-kick-kick!)”
“Okay, he’s down and suffered enough! Stop it!”
Nabiki tugged on the raging man to no avail. Up from the side of
the bed appeared Ukyo, gasping for air enjoying the festivities of the
moment. Nabiki pleaded for her to help and she crawled on her hands and
knees over to them, grabbing on to one of her legs pulling herself up.
“Geh-heheheheheheeee… you might not have to pay that bill after
all, Nabiki!” she said between breaths, “Konatsu and Tsubasa are going
to be so mad at meheheheheeee!”
Nabiki threw her hands up in frustration, looking back to find
Akari standing there not sure what too do. “Akari, help me pull him
off! Ukyo, stop laughing and search Chino! Shampoo get out here!”
They managed to pull Mousse back enough for Ukyo to safely move
in and start shuffling through Chino’s pockets. Meanwhile, Shampoo
pulled her body out from under the bed still in titters; face red and
streaked with tears. One look at Mousse and the unconscious Chino made
her burst out laughing again and she pushed herself back under.
“No you don’t, Shampoo! Get your happy Amazon butt back out here
and help us!” shouted Nabiki.
She crawled out over to Chino’s inert form. “Moussa… you not say
yes?” Shampoo suddenly said, wide-eyed at Mousse.
Ukyo collapsed over Chino muffling her laughs.
Mousse’s jaw dropped and he resumed his attempts to pummel Chino
into mush. “You see! This is why he deserves to die!” shouted Mousse.
“Let’s not agitate him, Shampoo,” Nabiki said. “Ukyo find that
card!”
Ukyo resumed searching Chino, fishing around his jacket until her
fingers came across something in the left inner breast pocket. She
pulled out a black kid-leather case around the size of a credit card.
[Hikaru,] she called over the comlink.
[Ukyo, hey Doc and I were getting worried.]
[Sorry, but we had to (miff!)… uh, never mind. Hikaru, what will
this keycard look like?]
[Should be white with a series of barcodes etched on the front
and a phone number to our security center near the lower right on back.]
She opened the case and there lay the card in question. “Found
it,” she told Nabiki.
“Excellent. Okay, Shampoo, Mousse back downstairs. I figure
we’ve about twenty minutes max before Maeda starts missing Chino here,
so Mousse try to keep a low profile.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” said Mousse.
Nabiki shook her head letting his remark pass. “Akari go rip a
few strips from those sheets. We’ll tie Chino up and stuff him in the
closet then you and Ukyo get that card to Akane.”
“How?” asked Ukyo.
“I don’t know… use the dumbwaiter again, but get that card to
her. I’m going to be busy stalling Maeda so you’ll have to think of
something.”
“And those guards upstairs.”
“We’ll manage, now let’s go!”
Shampoo stood up and wrapped an arm gently around Mousse’s,
smiling. “You good actor, Mousse,” she told him.
“I still want to kill him,” growled Mousse as they headed out the
door.
“You know, Mousse deserves every Yen you’re going to pay him
after tonight,” said Ukyo.
“After fighting me like he has been doing, I should fine him,”
replied Nabiki.
A sudden low moan from Chino startled them, and then in charged
Mousse with Shampoo in hot pursuit.
“He’s still alive! I heard him groan!” shouted Mousse, resuming
his pummeling of Chino.
The few kicks he laid in were enough to send Chino back into a
coma before the girls pulled him away. Shampoo tugged him along; Mousse
trailing a string of threats and oaths at the man and Akari returned
with some long strips of sheets. They quickly bound Chino and after a
short tug and pull session, finally managed to get him tucked neatly
away inside the closet.
“Boy was he a load,” commented Ukyo.
“Kind’a competes with Akane, eh?” replied Nabiki.
They traded giggles and then Nabiki recomposed herself.
“We digress. Ukyo, Akari get going. We’re this close, let’s not
blow it.”
“Right. Come on, short-stuff! We’ve got a job to do.”
They left leaving Nabiki alone to ponder their progress. A few
short minutes, she mused as images of Okura Maeda bowing down on his
knees before her danced in her eyes, a few short minutes and I’ll have
your ass. Then we’ll see who’s got control.
One last check on Chino found him snoring lightly in his bonds.
She locked the door and went to rejoin the party…
* * * * *
Before retruning downstairs, Ukyo paused on the steps just long
enough to peer up at the third floor. She could see one of the two
guards leaning against the railing smoking a cigarette. Moving Akari
along, she activated her comlink. [Akane, this is Ukyo. How ‘you guys
doing up there?]
[Terrible. I’m starting to get cramps in my legs and Ryoga keeps
falling asleep.]
[So?]
[He snores.]
[Oh. Well anyway, Akari and I are heading down to the kitchen.
We’ll pull the dumbwaiter trick again and send the keycard up that way.]
[Wait, what about us? We’re not going to be able to ride this
thing down it will break.]
[You two can get out. Maeda’s guards are standing watch outside
the door. Be quiet and they should not hear you at all.]
Akane acknowledged, giving Ryoga a tap. “Ukyo says we can get
out. Those guards are outside the door,” she whispered.
“Good, I’m starting to get a crick in my neck.”
Ryoga carefully reached down and slid his fingers up under the
lip of the dumbwaiter door. Just as he was about to lift it up, the
sound of the office door opening stopped him. “—and I’m going get me a
chair if I’ve got to stay up here,” they heard one of the guards say.
“Yeah, get me one too. Missing those hot babes is bad enough,
but watching empty space is a real drag,” commented the other.
After they left, Ryoga waited and continued to lift but Akane
suddenly stopped him. She did not like the risk and shook her head.
[Ukyo,] she whispered.
[What?]
[It’s too risky right now to get out!]
[Great. You’ll have to do something then. The dumbwaiter is the
only thing I can think of right now to get this card too you!]
Akane shrugged, giving Ryoga a lost look. He understood and
glanced around the dim shaft and then came up with an idea. Pulling the
dumbwaiter back up, he turned his body around until his back pressed up
against the wall behind him. Planting his feet, he pressed wedging
himself between the narrow expanse. Your turn, he mouthed to Akane and
she rolled her eyes. The feeling in her legs was still not fully there,
but she twisted around suppressing her pains and placed both legs up
against the wall across from her.
[Ukyo, we’ve got somewhat of an idea so go ahead and pray we
don’t fall,] she said.
[Okay.]
Akane hoped they could stay in place long enough for the
dumbwaiter to go down and up. “Ryoga, what about the bag?” she asked.
“Let it ride. It’ll be okay,” he whispered back.
Meanwhile, Ukyo and Akari were making their way through the main
room just about to enter the dinning room when a stern voice calling
Ukyo’s name stopped them dead in their tracks. They gulped and slowly
turned to find Vicky standing there both fist on her hips glaring
menacingly at them.
“Uh, yes Miss Saffron?” said Ukyo.
“A moment, please.”
Ukyo swallowed again walking over to Vicky. The hard stare
burned her skin and she winced ready for the pain she expected to come
next.
“Miss Kuonji… you’re girls like to drift around. I am not
pleased by their lack of professionalism.”
“Oh, uhm, I’ll stop them from doing that, Miss Saffron.”
“Please do. Where is Nabiki?”
“Uhm… restroom.”
“I see. Well, I was hoping to find her first, but you will do.
There is a slight matter I would like to address right now. Your little
strange bartender.”
“Kodachi? What is she doing now?”
“She does not understand the meaning of the phrase ‘water down’
that is what she is doing.”
I am so going to kick that girl in the butt, thought Ukyo. “I’ll
go speak with her again, Miss Saffron, just as soon as I take care of
some things in the kitchen.”
“Now, Miss Kuonji.”
Ukyo gulped. “Now, Miss Saffron?”
“Send your little gopher in there to handle the kitchen and you
come with me.”
“But I need to—,” began Ukyo, but a threatening arch of one brow
stopped her. “One moment,” she told Vicky and spun around to Akari.
From her front pocket Ukyo pulled out the case.
“Did she just call me a gopher?” grumbled Akari, “First I’m
timid, then I’m short, now I’m an animal!”
“Not now, Akari.,” said Ukyo, pressing the case into Akari’s
hands,
Akari blinked with surprise.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” she asked.
“Get it to Akane.” Ukyo said low.
“Huh… what, me? Ukyo there’s that mad Frenchman and those two
watchdogs on him in there. I can’t do this!”
“You’ve got too!”
“Miss Kuonji,” called Vicky again.
Ukyo flashed her a brief smile. “You have too, Akari!”
“But how?”
Quickly, Ukyo thought up a plan pulling Akari close and whispered
it into her ear. “What! No I don’t want to die!” exclaimed Akari.
Ukyo waved her to silence and finished whispering in her ear. Akari
stepped back, her face an ashen grey staring at Ukyo.
“I’ve seen her wield that spoon, Ukyo. She’s mean with it!”
“Just go do it!” commanded Ukyo.
With a pout, Akari turned and hurried off to the kitchen…
* * * * *
Akari burst through the kitchen door sliding to a stop near the
center cutting table. Kasumi fixing up a final banquet platter gave her
a pleasant smile as she diced and chopped up fresh vegetables and cooked
chicken parts with her usual unerring skills.
“IEEE, now she’s got something sharp,” whined Akari, taking a few
steps back.
Kasumi noticed her distress. “Akari is there something wrong?”
she asked.
“Ah… well—.”
Akari hesitated, looking across the kitchen in the direction of
the dumbwaiter door. There stood Jean-Claude and in front of him on
either side stood two of Tanyun’s men, both right up in his face dark
glares concealed by wrap-around black sunglasses waiting for him to make
just the tiniest move in Kasumi’s direction. Jean-Claude cut his eyes
back and forth between the two sneering contemptuously while muttering
curses and obscenities under his breath.
By then Kasumi had finished her platter and went back to the
stove. She was sprinkling the ingredients of her prize winning miso
soup into a simmering pot of water, ladling the mix slowly around. At
least now she doesn’t have a knife, thought Akari rushing over to her.
“Uhm, Kasumi?”
“Yes, Akari?”
“I, ah, I have to tell you something.”
“Okay, I’m listening.”
Akari glanced over at Jean-Claude. He was staring at them, a
brow arched curious about what she had to say.
“Uh, I need to whisper this too you.”
Kasumi obliged, leaning over to one side so Akari could whisper
into her ear. After a moment, the pleasant relaxed expression on
Kasumi’s face disappeared tuning into a mask of horror and intense
revulsion.
“I refuse!” shouted Kasumi, rounding on Akari. “No, this cannot
be, Akari Hibiki!”
Akari shied away, grimacing before the barrage of fury. She
waved her hands to calm Kasumi down and beckoned for her to bend down
again, whispering more instructions into her ear.
“What!” shouted Kasumi, “This is a joke, right?”
Akari timidly shook her head and Kasumi gasped. She staggered
over to the cutting table and leaned against it like she had just
received the worst news of her life. Her eyes lifted up meeting
Jean-Claude’s and he let out a derisive chuckle sensing that this had to
do with their forced upon arrangement in the kitchen.
“…no… no, there has to be another way,” she whined, but Akari’s
saddened look told her the opposite.
Kasumi’s bottom lip began quivering tears welling up in the
corner of her eyes. She felt like killing herself, but steeled her
nerves and walked over to the utensil rack, taking a soup ladle down off
the hook and began making hesitant steps towards the Frenchman.
“Miss Kasumi?” said one of the guards, and both men rushed over
to her side genuinely concerned. She staggered and they held her up
before she could fall. “Miss Kasumi, what is the matter? Is there
anything we can do for you?”
Kasumi shook her head and then Jean-Claude let out a loud grunt.
“NgHa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” he chuckled triumphantly, twirling one
side of his mustache, “Stand aside, ba-foons! Kas-seu-mei has something
she would like to tell me, no?”
Kasumi began to cry, nodding her head. She motioned the guards
back behind her and continued on, every step like a hot poker in the
eye.
“M-M-M-Mister Jean-Claude—.”
“What is my name?”
“Oh he going to make me say his whole name,” whined Kasumi,
bursting out into more tears.
“You creep!” shouted guard number two, “Why I aught ‘a—.”
Kasumi patted him on the shoulder to calm him down. She told
both of them to step back and then Kasumi swallowed hard. “Mister
Jean-Claude Pierre du’Riviale Chateaugion… sir
(Boooo-hooo-hoooo-hoooo!).”
“Yes! Now what du yeu have to say too me, TEN-DEU?”
Angry grunts and growls came form the guards, but Kasumi waved
them to silence. She forced back her sobs, huffing a few times before
speaking.
“It-it has come to my a-attention that… that s-s-some of the
guests are co-co-complaining that the food needs… more…
FLAVOURRrrrrrrr!”
“Like I have said… and?”
“…and… and—.” Kasumi dropped to one knee drawing gaps of
surprise from the guards. “I must relinquish all cooking
responsibilities and turn over control to… you-hoo hoo hoo, hooooo” she
finished, holding the ladle out to him.
“What?” cried the first guard.
“Those fools!” said the other.
Jean-Claude lorded over Kasumi with an evil grin. “At last,” he
said, snatching the ladle from her hand. “I knew it was only a matter
of time before your abominable preparations began to sicken the guests!”
Hey, don’t be talking about Miss Kasumi that way!” shouted the
first guard.
“Silence, mini-on! I am in charge of the kitchen now!”
Jean-Claude brushed rudely past them heading for the stove. “We
must move quickly if we are to save this mess! TEN-DEU! Come over here
and observe a real chef salvage your pitiful attempts of culinary
cuisine!” he called, turning up the fire under her miso soup.
“Noooo! Not my miso!” Kasumi wailed with pain as Jean-Claude
continued destroying her work.
It might have been a lie, but it hurt Akari to see Kasumi bow
down before this arrogant man. As the two guards helped Kasumi over to
the cutting tables, she slipped past and casually made her way to the
dumbwaiter door. The controls seemed easy enough to work; she hit the
down button hearing the light hum of the motor come to life.
Up in the shaft, the dumbwaiter suddenly lurched, Akane letting
out a brief squeal as it dropped down from under them. She felt her
legs slipping and then Ryoga quickly pressed his arm across her bent
knees forcing them against the wall.
Akari could hear the dumbwaiter closing in and then the green
light on the wall lit up. She glanced back over her shoulder and then
lifted the door up just enough to slip the card case inside. “You,
scarecrow girl!” Jean-Claude suddenly called to her.
“Now I’m an effigy,” mused Akari, tuning around. “Yes?”
“What are you doing over there?”
Akari gulped. Uhm… just looking. I’ve never seen an elevator so
small before.”
“It is a dumb-wait-air! A delicate instrument in culinary
presentation!”
“Okay,” replied Akari, thinking a second. “You really take your
cooking seriously, don’t you?”
“BAH! Stop playing with it and get away from there!”
Akari stepped aside waiting for Jean-Claude to continue his
destruction. Several more wails and groans from Kasumi later, she felt
it safe enough to edge back over to the controls, staring innocently up
at the ceiling waiting for an opportunity to hit the up button.
“NOOOOOooooooo!!!!” cried Kasumi suddenly. She and the two
guards sat huddled on the floor watching in terror as Jean-Claude
altered recipes, adding ingredients that would make any well-bred local
cringe in fear.
“You fiend!” shouted the first guard, holding a near faint Kasumi
up, “Ketchup?”
“Barbarian! This is my spec-i-al seafood cocktail sauce!
Ketchup… BAH!”
“Not on the prawns… not on the Tempura, please!” begged Kasumi,
but Jean-Claude ignored her, smearing the sticky pale red sauce he just
mixed over several pieces of food. The other guard retched, turning to
collapse on the floor covering mouth.
“Hmm, this looks like a good time,” said Akari. She hit the up
button starting the dumbwaiter.
In the shaft, Akari and Ryoga watched as the top of the
dumbwaiter steadily closed. Ryoga grimaced grunting lightly as a dark
thought came to mind.
“Uh-oh, we’re in trouble,” he whispered to Akane.
“Why?”
“Well… we’re in here right? The dumbwaiter controls are out
there, and since we can’t get to them it might try to come completely up
to the top you see?”
Akane’s face went pale. “But you were able to move it around
with no problems!” she said.
“But the motor was off. Now if I try stopping it, it’ll either
start whining, and bring people to check out why, or just crush us
both.”
He looked down again and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” asked Akane.
“We’re going to get it just like Emilio Estevez… only in
reverse!”
“You and your movies!”
Akane tried to reach up for the comlink, but her body began to
slip and she stopped. In desperation she pressed her head against the
wall praying this would turn it on.
[Ukyo… Ukyo!]
Ukyo was currently behind the bar with Kodachi on her knees,
throttling the demented woman from behind when Akane’s call came
through. She stopped and pulled Kodachi up pulling her close.
“Now you hold those thought I just passed to you, dear. I’ll be
right back, okay?”
“…take you time, I insist.”
A firm kick to the rear, Ukyo went off to find a secluded corner.
[What, Akane?]
[Stop the dumbwaiter!]
[Huh?]
[Don’t argue, stop the dumbwaiter!]
Ukyo started. “Akari!” she gasped and hustled off through the
guests for the kitchen. Bursting through the door she paused to find
Kasumi with one of the guards sobbing into each other’s shoulders while
the other guard lay passed out behind them on the floor. The mad
Frenchman was busy throwing liquids and spices into pots and pans; Akari
standing across the kitchen near the dumbwaiter controls.
“Gee, I knew Kasumi would not like our plan, but I didn’t think
she’d take it so hard,” she said to herself. Another call from Akane
brought her back on track. “Akari! Stop it!” she shouted.
Jean-Claude turned. “Wha?—silly girl! Did I not tell you to
stop playing with ze dumb-wait-air?”
“What?” answered Akari.
“He’s right, Akari!” said Ukyo, “Now stop it!”
Akari stared confused at Ukyo. “Okay,” she said, shrugging and
started walking away from the controls.
[Ukyo!] cried Akane again.
“No, Akari! I mean stop it!” Ukyo shouted again.
Akari stopped frowning at her and the desperate way she was
cutting her eyes over at the controls. She finally caught on and
reached back shutting off the dumbwaiter.
It was close, Ryoga and Akane pressed up into a narrow space at
the top of the shaft with barely enough room to move. They shifted and
together pushed forcing the dumbwaiter down.
“Now that kind ‘a hurt,” said Ryoga, grabbing the cable to hold
the dumbwaiter in place.
“Okay, it’s official,” said Akane, “I’m a sardine now.”
Ryoga pushed the dumbwaiter down until the edge of the sliding
door could be reached. Carefully, Akane lifted it up peering though the
crack. The office appeared empty and she opened the door, grabbed their
bag and gently lowered herself out onto the floor. Ryoga followed,
shutting the dumbwaiter door.
“Akane, are you going to make it?” he whispered while starting
the motor again.
She stood up on unsteady legs, but then nodded flashing him a
smile. Ryoga felt relieved that he did not have to heft her around
again. He lifted the door up and grabbed the card case that lay inside
passing it to Akane.
[We’re back in business,] she announced across the circuit.
[Good! Get that safe open and let’s finish this job.] said
Doctor Tofu.
Akane picked up the bag and went back over to the cabinet and
safe. “Ryoga, watch the door.”
“What if they come in?”
“Hit’em!” Akane went back up on the circuit. [Ukyo, I’m going
to need about fifteen minutes to get that code figured out.]
[Ukyo’s probably not in a position to answer you, Akane,] replied
Ranko.
[Then find Nabiki and tell her that.]
[I’ll go track her down.]
Akane turned off her mic and stared hard at the cabinet hiding
the safe. She sneered at it, hefting the bag over one shoulder and
pulled up a chair.
“You’re mine,” she said, stepped up on the chair and went to
work.
* * * * *
Nabiki looked around the main room trying to find Ukyo to check
on their status. This party would start to wind down soon and they
needed to be out of here before that happens. Why couldn’t I just keep
a simple life like Kasumi? You know; learn how to cook, get married to
a Doctor, settle down and maintain a fine family home. She shuddered
thinking how drab such a life would be. No access to money making
ventures… unacceptable.
Someone tapped her on the arm and she turned finding Ranko
standing behind her.
“Yes?”
“Just wanted to let you know that—.” Ranko cut her eyes from
side to side and leaned closer to her. “—we’re in business.”
“Excellent! How long?”
“About fifteen minutes. Ukyo’s in the kitchen, Hikaru and Doc
are waiting for Akane to get them the codes.”
This could not be better. Nabiki felt victory near and smiled.
I’ve got you Maeda, she thought then a firm grip latched on to her left
wrist. Her hand was forced painfully back and Nabiki recognized who it
was.
“Oh, Ow, Victoria! I see another meeting is in order?” she said.
Vicky did not answer, guiding Nabiki along through the crowd.
They shuffled past the bar and Nabiki’s eyes went wide realizing where
it was she was being taken. The door of the den opened, Tanyun leered
menacingly at her as she passed, and then Victoria twisted Nabiki around
planting her roughly into a large chair. The ominous click of the lock
made Nabiki gulp, staring fearfully at Okura Maeda sitting the chair
across from her; Sachi and Tanyun took their places at either side of
him and for a long moment nobody spoke.
I’m dead, Nabiki’s panic filled mind thought.
Okura pulled out a cigarette holding it up to allow Sachi to
light the end. He drew in a breath, not a hint of emotion on his face
and took a few drags before turning his attention to her.
“Nabiki…,” he began, taking another drag from the cigarette.
“You have done exceptionally well tonight.”
Nabiki smiled, trembling a bit. “I always try to do my best,
boss.”
“Yes… your best. That is a good point, Nabiki. You have done
your best at keeping Tatewaki Kuno away from me.”
“Tatewaki… I’ve kept Tatewaki from you?”
Okura laughed. “Let’s drop the ignorance shall we? Tonight, I
have been blocked, run over…, distracted…, and even torpedoed in every
attempt to interface with Mister Tatewaki Kuno. Then after the last
try, it dawned on me that I was going about this all wrong.”
“All wrong?”
“Yes. I should not have been trying to go see Tatewaki; instead
I should have had you bring him to me.”
Nabiki gulped hard. She glanced up at Vicky leaning over the
chair and the blonde smiled at her. Not very reassuring, and the dark
looks from Tanyun and Sachi only added to the trouble she sensed brewing
in the wings.
“But uh, boss… I-I-I tried to get Tatewaki to you once already,”
she said.
“The alarm thing, yes. I’m not sure yet if that was engineered
by you, or just a fluke but we’ll ignore that.”
He paused taking another drag from his cigarette. The mood in
Maeda could be felt shifting, his eyes drawing level and intense. Okura
leaned towards Nabiki and she pressed back slightly in the chair.
“Nabiki, this is going to be your second and final chance to fulfill
your obligation to our agreement.”
“Second chance?”
He nodded. “In five minutes time you will bring Tatewaki Kuno
here, in this den, to me.”
“Five minutes?”
“Exactly five minutes. If, by some odd chance you fail in this
time, Tanyun and Sachi here will locate you and then we will all go for
a short drive just up the road here to a nearby marsh by the river. I
know of a wonderfully deep pool of quicksand there just calling out your
name.”
The deviant chuckles from Tanyun and Sachi only made Nabiki press
further back into her chair. “Deep?” she said with a thin voice.
“Very deep.”
Nabiki moaned, turning her head sadly away from him.
“So, are there any questions about this, Miss Tendo?” asked
Okura. Nabiki shook her head and he smiled, sitting back. “Then I
suggest you get going, Nabiki. Your time has started.”
She stood up giving them all one last fearful look and then
hurried out the door.
“Now that made the night,” said Tanyun. “Did you see how white
her face got?”
“Could have written a letter on her,” quipped Sachi.
Vicky sat down in the chair across from Okura. She eyed him with
a look of concern and he arched a brow.
“Something bothering you, my dear?”
“Nabiki. I’m not comfortable with all of this bullying we’re
doing.”
Okura patted her on one knee. “Do not worry, Victoria. When
dealing with people the likes of her, one must exert a little extra
‘pressure’ to set them in line.”
“Threatening to kill her is more than enough ‘pressure’, Okura.
It’s not like she’s stolen money from us.”
That surprised Maeda. “Vicky, you’re not feeling sorry for her
now, are you?”
“She’s not a bad—.”
“Don’t,” he cut in firmly. “Nabiki Tendo would turn on you just
as fast as she would turn on me.”
Vicky frowned and held her tongue still not liking what they were
about to do.
“So, boss. If Nabiki does come through, and you get Kuno to make
an agreement, does that mean we scoop her up then?” asked Sachi.
“Not right away, Sachi. I would not want to upset my guests or
her friends.”
“Shoot!” he said snapping his fingers in frustration.
“When then, boss?” asked Tanyun.
“Not long after, Tanyun… not long after…”
* * * * *
Through the crowds went Nabiki frantically searching for
Tatewaki. Although not her norm to be like this, Maeda’s threat felt
very real and in her mind she could hear the last cries of that
unfortunate accountant struggling to get free before being tossed into
the ocean. Finally she heard his familiar aloof voice and followed the
sound coming out into the dinning room near the tables.
Tatewaki chatted casually along with some of his friends when
Nabiki grabbed him by the hand pulling him away before he could finish
his last sentence.
“Ah, Nabiki,” he said. “Are we in some sort of rush, or is it
time to leave?”
She dragged him out into the front room away from everyone and
then turned pressing her face into his chest and began to cry.
“Oh, I see… it must really be hitting the fan now,” observed
Tatewaki.
Nabiki cried for a moment and then looked up at him. “This is
it,” she sobbed, “Maeda’s cornered me and I’m going to get a permanent
mud bath!”
“What?”
More sobs followed, Nabiki resting her head on Tatewaki. He
tried comforting her, but it was to no avail as she huffed and stuttered
uncontrollably.
“He wants to see you now, Akane is still not done, and my time is
just about up!”
“There, there, Nabiki. All is not lost. I’ll just go and talk
with him then. That should clear things up.”
Nabiki drew sharply back staring in shock at him. “Are you
kidding? Maeda will have you signing over all the rights to the Kuno
Industries in no time!”
“You think I will allow that?”
She let out a low moan, leaning back up against him. “He’s evil,
Tatewaki. I guess I’ll just have to take my lumps and practice holding
my breath.”
“Nonsense! I will not let this scourge harm my lead consultant!”
“(Sniff, Sniff) I thought you fired me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Tatewaki looked back over his shoulder
for a moment. “Hmm, that does give me an idea though. How much time do
you think we need?”
“About ten, twenty minutes max.”
He nodded then told her to stay there, heading for the main room.
“Tatewaki, where are you going?”
“Too go talk with Maeda of course.”
“What! Tatewaki, no!”
“Trust me, Nabiki. It is time for the Kuno intellect to rise and
make its presence felt.”
Tatewaki winked at her before disappearing around the corner.
Nabiki gasped, clutching her heart and staggered over to the near by
wall. Ranko noticed her distress and went over to see if she was all
right.
“I’ve just lost my future fortune,” Nabiki told her. “Quick,
call Ukyo and have her meet me in the walk-in closet, ASAP!”
Before she could ask what was going on, Nabiki left leaving Ranko
stunned.
“Sounds like we need to leave,” she muttered, activating her
comlink.
* * * * *
The seconds ticked away, Sachi watching with eager anticipation
as the last few ticks passed. “Five minutes, boss,” he announced to
Maeda.
Okura frowned angered by Nabiki’s rebuff of his threat to her.
Well, I guess she must be punished he thought, casting a wary eye over
at Vicky. He looked over to his two minions standing ready to carry out
his threat and said, “Go get her.”
They literally raced each other for the door, but when they
opened it there stood Tatewaki Kuno much to their surprise.
“Thank you, gentlemen,” he said walking in. “I was informed your
employer was here and wished to discuss matters of importance with me.
Is he available?”
Victoria rose up out of her chair cheered by the sudden
appearance of Tatewaki. “See I told you, she said to Okura and step
aside allowing Tatewaki to sit down.
Maeda remained speechless for a moment, and then cleared his
throat. “Tatewaki… why yes you are correct, I have been trying to get
you in here all night.
“Well then, you’re efforts have paid off. Here I am.”
Is this some sort of trick, wondered Okura? No sense in passing
up this opportunity, he pulled his chair closer to Tatewaki and smiled.
“Tatewaki, I—.”
“Excuse me, Okura,” interrupted Tatewaki, “but before you start,
is there something wrong with your men? They seem a bit saddened.”
There were dejected looks on Tanyun and Sachi’s faces, the thrill
of bringing down Nabiki Tendo cut from under them like a stalk of
harvested bamboo.
“No, just disappointed.”
“I see… then it will be alright if we discuss business alone?”
Maeda drew back eyeing Tatewaki; who shrugged questioningly in
response.
“No, I see no reason why not,” he finally answered, motioning for
the three to leave. Once the door was closed, Okura sat forward again
determined to get this conversation going.
“Tatewaki. I would like to speak with you about maybe investing
into your lucrative organization.”
“So Nabiki has mentioned to me several times.”
“—and so since you know how powerful and influential my
organization is, then you will see the benefits of allowing me to
partake in the financial growth the Kuno Industries are experiencing
right now.”
“Yes, yes… an excellent idea if I may say so.”
“—now I know you have heard rumors about —what did you say?”
“I said it sounds like an excellent suggestion.”
Maeda did a double-take, not certain of what he heard. “You
think my proposal is an excellent one?” he asked.
“Why yes.”
No this was going to easy. Tatewaki Kuno was not known a being
the brightest star in the sky, but to give in without even some form of
resistance did not fit him at all. Okura sat back, strumming his
fingers on the armrest of the chair trying to figure out what was really
going on.
“Tatewaki, I have been pursuing you with this for the last six
months and all my representatives have received are cold replies of
never. Now, out of the blue, you say you would like to merge with my
company?”
“Merger? I’ve not said anything about a merger.”
“But you said—.”
“—that the proposal sounded good. I did not agree to any
concepts of merger.”
Maeda crossed his fingers before him. “So what are you saying,
Tatewaki?” he said leaning forward.
“I’m not really sure, Okura,” answered Tatewaki. “You see
normally I would not have such indecisiveness. However; there seems to
be a void in my corporation now.”
“A void?”
With apparent distress only Tatewaki could portray, he placed a
hand to his face and leaned slightly to one side. “Yes,” he said, “and
you are the reason for it all.”
“I am?”
“You absconded with my chief consultant, Nabiki Tendo.”
Right, Nabiki of course, thought Okura. The tête-à-tête of
theirs, and this love struck idiot has fallen into her sticky web, the
fool! Maeda chuckled, sitting back in his chair.
“Nabiki meant that much to you?”
Tatewaki turned with a wanting expression written on his face.
“She was the core of my consultations! My trusted advisor! I knew if I
asked her for advice or a recommendation about business ventures that it
would be one hundred percent accurate!”
He sat back resting his head in one hand to stare down at the
floor.
“Hmm, she is that good?”
“Invaluable,” replied Tatewaki. After a moment he added, “—and
she also does a mean impersonation of a python snake too.”
“Now that I believe,” commented Okura.
“Then you understand how I feel.”
“Eh… slightly. T-Tatewaki, let get this straight. You will only
consider my proposal if you have a chance to consult with Nabiki.”
“She was my best source of information.”
This smacks of a Nabiki Tendo scheme, thought Okura. He narrowed
an eye at Tatewaki, head tipping forward in an act of disbelief. “I do
not believe one very manipulative woman could have such an impact on
you, Mister Kuno.”
Tatewaki sat back with a laugh. “Why then you force me to
‘discount’ your offer, Mister Maeda,” he answered. The humor faded and
he locked a steady gaze on Okura. “Not to be insulting, but quite
frankly, Okura… I don’t trust you.”
“Oh is that so?”
“Nothing personal, but your company’s reputation precedes you,
and that is information I cannot ignore.”
A flash of irritation came to Okura, but he had to agree with
Tatewaki. If he were in his shoes he would do the same thing. Maybe
there was a bit of spark in this Kuno after all.
“No insult taken, Tatewaki. I completely understand. So how do
we go about bridging this impasse, eh?”
Tatewaki paused to think a moment. “Well, since Nabiki is here,
and we still have some time before your gracious party ends, why don’t I
go and discuss this with her.”
“Discuss this with her… acceptable. How much time will you need
to ‘talk’ with Nabiki?”
“Hmm… in all due fairness to you, Okura since I know you are
waiting desperately for my answer soon… lets say fifteen, twenty
minutes?”
That surprised Maeda. “Such a short time? Are you sure you two
will not need more?”
“No, Nabiki is very brief and thorough. That should be plenty of
time.”
It was Maeda’s turn to think and then he stood up. “I’ll go and
get Nabiki.”
“No bother,” said Tatewaki, getting up as well. “I’ll go and
speak with her.”
“I was thinking you two might want to be alone.”
“In here? Too confining, and besides I think you should remain
instead of roaming about out there and get lost again?”
Again Okura paused and then sat back down. Tatewaki bowed and
opened the door. Sachi and Tanyun standing guard outside turned not
expecting him to appear so soon.
“Oh yes, Okura,” said Tatewaki, “When Nabiki and I return, maybe
you could have some drinks and some snacks for us handy? We’ll make it
small party within a party, hmm?”
He left leaving Sachi and Tanyun glanced back and forth in total
confusion. “Uh, boss?” questioned Sachi.
“Well, you heard him!” said Okura, “Go get some drinks and a food
platter, and be quick about it!”
Sachi and Tanyun traded looks and shrugged going to do as
instructed.
* * * * *
Nervously Nabiki paced up and down the middle of the foyer
closet, Ukyo standing off to one side watching her as she waited for
word from Akane.
“Nabiki, you’re going to walk your way clear through that floor
if you don’t stop,” she said.
“I can’t! Tatewaki is selling his soul to the devil, and Akane
is not finished opening that bloody safe yet!”
“And worrying is going to help? Akane is working as fast as she
can and I’m sure Tatewaki is not going to do anything stupid.”
Nabiki stopped staring at Ukyo.
“Okay, maybe not something totally stupid, but we’ll fix it!”
Not reassuring, Nabiki shook her head. “Status?” she asked.
“I just asked not three minutes ago.”
“Ukyo, please!”
Ukyo activated her link. [Akane, how’s it coming?]
[It would be going a lot better if you’d stop bugging me!]
[Hey, blame your sister, I’m just the relay.]
[Tell her to relax, Ukyo,] said Doctor Tofu.
“Doc says take two chill pills and call him in the morning,”
joked Ukyo.
“What? Gimme that thing!” Nabiki snapped. Ukyo fended her off,
laughing all the while and then Akane called her.
[What’s up?]
[I’m about to do the combination,] Akane said. The fingers of
her left hand were poised over the keypad, the keycard in her right
ready to slide it through the slot. [Okay, here’s the big question. Is
it swipe and combo or combo and then swipe?]
[Yikes! Good question. Hikaru?]
[I believe it is swipe and combo,]
[You believe? You believe, Hikaru?] said Doctor Tofu. [You have
to be sure here, man!]
[Okay… swipe and combo is my answer.]
Akane sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. It would have to
be and she placed the keycard at the top of the slot.
[You just have to make sure you key the combo within ten seconds
of the swipe.]
She hesitated. [Hikaru, are there anymore secrets I need to know
before I do this?]
Doctor Tofu swatted Hikaru repeatedly on the head with rolled up
pad of paper. “Think, man, think!” he scolded the misguided
technophobe.
[Uh, ah, no, I don’t think so!]
[Are you sure?]
The blows rained down again. [Yes, yes, yes, I’m sure!]
A last quick prayer, Akane swiped the keycard through the slot,
rapidly pressing the numbers on the keypad praying that she got the
combination correct. Nothing happened at first and then there was a
light click.
[I’m in!] she told them.
“Akane’s in the safe,” Ukyo told Nabiki.
She literally leaped for joy, relieved that this part was over.
“Ask her what she’s found so far.”
[Akane, what’ve you got?]
Akane pulled out a large manila pouch, opening it up discovering
the original printouts of Nabiki’s personal ledgers. Another smaller
white envelope held the condemning pictures of her night with Tatewaki
along with the negatives.
[I’ve found all of the originals.]
“You’re clean,” reported Ukyo.
“That’s great, but we need the access codes for Maeda’s
electronic copies,” replied Nabiki.
[Akane, you see anything that looks like geek-speak?]
Akane smirked at the request, but continued to go through the
items in the safe. [A lot of books in here. They look like ledgers.
There’s some CD’s in here, a few other things I don’t know what they are
for.]
[Akane,] called Hikaru. [Normally online storage companies will
send access information and passwords by regular mail. Look for some
letters.]
She fished deeper into the safe and came across a small bundle of
envelopes wrapped together by a rubber band. [Found something,] she
said, pulling one out of the pile. Akane looked over the address and
then read it to Hikaru.
[E-safe Commercial?]
[That’s one!]
While Akane read off the information to Hikaru, Ukyo updated
Nabiki on their status. “Akane’s said she’s found a lot of junk in the
safe besides stuff on you.”
“Junk?” wondered Nabiki. “What kind of ‘junk’ are we talking
about?”
“She said there are some books and disk and odd stuff.”
“Disk?”
An odd grin appeared, Nabiki thinking what a joyous opportunity
this turned out to be. There was gain to be made here, and she never
turned away from opportunity especially when it literally fell right
into her lap.
“Ukyo, tell Akane to take everything that is in that safe.”
“Everything?”
“Clean it out. If there’s even a trace of dust in there, I want
it too.”
“Alright. You want Hikaru to keep wiping out the electronic
stuff?”
“Yes, that will guarantee the worth of our plunder.”
Ukyo passed along the instructions as Nabiki gloated over her new
path of impending destruction. This will be so sweet, she thought
ecstatically, Okura Maeda at my feet, ready to be plucked, stuffed and
roasted! Oh this is going to feel so, so good!
“Nabiki,” called Ukyo, “Hikaru’s linked up to the Internet and is
accessing the online files now.”
“Gimme,” said Nabiki, reaching for the comlink. She put it on
listening in to the conversation.
[Wow! This one’s in Texas,] commented Hikaru.
[Maeda’s planted these files all over the world,] said Ono.
[Wipe them all, guys.]
[Nabiki?]
[Yep, it’s me.]
[You know you are an unofficial world-wide celebrity,] Hikaru
told her.
[Well un-celebrate me, Gosunkugi. I don’t want a trace of
anything left on those servers.]
Hikaru had a world map up on the display, red flashing dot
sprinkled around the globe marking where Okura’s people had placed all
of the electronic files on Nabiki. His fingers moved rapidly around the
marred keyboard, entering commands, re-writing strings of code. Ono
stood amazed by the ease he worked and then Gosunkugi sat back.
[Ready to nuke,] he told them.
[Waste’em,] ordered Nabiki, and with a press of a key, the red
dot began to disappear one by one.
Hikaru smiled. “Ahhh, I just love my job,” he said to Doctor
Tofu.
Ono stared at him. “You’re such a geek, Hikaru. We desperately
need to find you a woman.”
The last red dot winked and out Doctor Tofu reported to Nabiki
that the cleansing was complete.
[Then this caper is over!] she declared. [Akane, you and Ryoga
get ready to go. Doc—.]
[We’ll be there in five minutes.]
[Great. Ranko, start passing along the word to the others. It’s
time to leave.]
Akane and Ono signed off, but there was no answer from Ranko.
Nabiki figured she was somewhere out in the open and decided to go and
help pass the word.
“Ukyo, get the kitchen,” she continued, heading for the door.
“Kasumi will need help carrying out our trays and—.”
She opened the door and abruptly stopped in mid-sentence finding
herself face to face with Victoria Saffron. Behind her, Mousse and
Ranko stood with heads bowed holding their empty trays in their hands by
one end, dreading to see what was going to happen next. Ukyo came up
and gasped dropping down behind Nabiki.
Nobody spoke, tension filling the air. Vicky arched a brow at
Nabiki slowly looking back at Ranko and Mousse, twisting her lips to one
side with annoyance. She leaned over glanced down at Ukyo, then at
Nabiki again. Much to Nabiki’s surprise, Vicky’s annoyed expression
faded away replaced by a slight smile.
“Whatever it is you’re doing, Nabiki, you better do it quick.
Okura is starting to get impatient,” said Vicky. She gave her a playful
tap on the nose with a finger, turned and left.
“What was that?” asked Ukyo.
Nabiki watched Vicky go and smiled. “That was a gift between
friends, Ukyo,” she answered.
“We’re sorry, Nabiki!” said Ranko, “but she forced us to take her
too you!”
“No harm done. Now its time to go. Do you both remember what to
do?”
Ranko nodded, but Mousse grumbled venomously under his breath.
“Why do I have to be part of the rearguard?”
“Because you and Ranko are in the front room, so stop complaining
and get set, okay?”
He nodded.
“Right then. Ukyo, gather our people. I’m going to go find my
man.”
* * * * *
The team moved swiftly, Ukyo alerting Konatsu, Tsubasa and
Kodachi that it was time to depart. The two began their phase of the
departure plan, loading up with assorted drink to carry outside.
Kodachi filled the last glass on Konatsu’s tray and then shutdown all of
the taps around the bar.
“Hurry it up, Kodachi,” urged Konatsu waiting impatiently for her
to finish.
“Hold on. A good bartender never leaves her station improperly
secured.”
She cleared the bar of leftover drinks and coasters, gathered up
her special bundle of ‘borrowed’ liquors and came around the front. She
reached back over the counter and grabbed a white placard sign which
read, “On break”, set it on the bar and smiled following the two out
towards the front door.
Meanwhile, Ukyo went in to the kitchen to gather up Kasumi and
Akari. She found Kasumi sitting dejected on the floor near the
refrigerators, listening as Jean-Claude rambled on about proper meal
preparations and other oddities that she simply found revolting as a
chef. Ukyo called her and she looked up.
“Time to bail, girlfriend,” she said and that lit up Kasumi’s
face.
She stood and motioned for Akari; opening up the refrigerator and
handed back several large trays of prepared snacks and other goodies.
Shampoo came in with a cart and they loaded it up with several more.
“Keep an eye on thing in here, boys,” Kasumi said to the two
guards watching in slight confusion. They blushed, scratching the backs
of their heads like young schoolboys completely mesmerized by her charm.
Out the door went the four, and then Kasumi let out a small gasp
stopping them. She held up a finger and quickly rushed back inside the
kitchen. Ukyo and Akari frowned wondering what it was they had forgot
to get. The answer came soon enough.
“What is it, STEU-PID TEN-DEU? Can you not see I am repairing
your embarrassing feuds?”
…
…
SMACK!
CLUNK!
…
…
Kasumi reappeared, rubbing her knuckles with satisfaction. “We
can go now,” she told them.
In the main room, Nabiki searched for Tatewaki, finding him
seated in a chair over next to the window. “Tatewaki,” she said.
“Ah, Nabiki… I have garnered some more time for us now.”
“What did you do? Did you sell us out?”
Tatewaki laughed. “No, no, no. I merely told Okura to await our
return after we have had time to chat, that’s all.”
Nabiki stuttered, amazed he came up with such an idea. It maybe
good, but then hopefully Maeda, or his two henchmen would not come out
to check up on their progress. She reached down and pulled him up out
of the chair.
“It’s time to go, hon,” she whispered.
“At last. Success?”
“More than I imagined. Now keep your head down and follow me.
Konatsu and Tsubasa are creating a diversion for us so we can slip out.”
“Lead on, my dear.”
They headed back through the room, careful to keep a wide berth
from the den. Konatsu and Tsubasa had strategically positioned
themselves in the way passing out the last few drinks telling everyone
that this is last serving for the night. Immediately a crowd ensured
briefly blocking Tanyun and Sachi’s view allowing them to slip out.
They met up with the others in the foyer, Nabiki taking a quick count
before moving on to the next part of the escape.
With Kasumi in the lead, they went outside and Nabiki called out
to all of the guards there.
“Gentlemen, we would like to take this time to present you with
some snacks courtesy of my darling sister, Kasumi Tendo,” she announced.
The guards stood amazed at the delicacies offered, and in a flash
swarmed over to gorge themselves. Quietly, the team made their way from
the gathering, down the walkway towards the gate. In Maeda’s office,
Ryoga and Akane watched as the guards below deserted their post.
“It’s time,” said Ryoga, opening the windows. Akane handed him a
pistol sized, air-propelled launcher and he affixed the grappling hook
to the end. With a pop it sailed out through the air over the wall
tangling up in the branches of a large tree just on the other side.
They pulled it tight; Akane tying the end off to the base of the heater
beneath the window.
“Think that will hold us?” she asked.
This was not the time for jokes, Ryoga giving her a hesitant nod.
He climbed up swinging his legs out the window. Akane slung
their bag over her shoulders and climbed onto his back.
“Okay, Tom, let’s go,” she told him.
Ryoga grinned, attached a pulley and handlebar rig onto the rope
then leaped out propelling them across the way to the wall. Once there,
he pulled himself up and lowered Akane down to the ground before leaping
after her.
“All too easy,” he said and they went to make their rendezvous
with the others.
Out front, Ono drove the van up just pass the entrance of the
gate, its lights out to prevent any unwanted attention. Nervously he
waited and then they opened, Kasumi, Nabiki, Tatewaki, Kodachi and Ukyo
leading the way. Hikaru threw open the door and they dashed inside.
“Aw, What is that smell?” cried Ukyo as she climbed in.
“And what happened to all of the seats?” added Nabiki.
“Get in, sit down, and shut up,” snapped Ono.
Nabiki cringed and complied moving forward as the others
continued to make their way out. Kasumi climbed into the front
passengers’ seat and even in the dim light could see how swollen and red
Doctor Tofu’s face had become. “Ono!” she said reaching out to him. He
shied away and said, “Later, dear. It’s a long story that I’ll tell you
once we’re away from this place.”
Konatsu and Tsubasa held the gate open, waving to Shampoo and
Akari to get a move on. They set their trays down amidst the feasting
guards and Shampoo turned whistling to Ranko and Mousse watching the
front entrance. Ranko gave Mousse a nudge and they both started down
the steps when suddenly a voice called to them from behind.
There stood Chino at the doorway, strips of satin sheet still
wrapped around his arms and legs. “Moussa,” he called again with a
beckoning gaze.
Ranko was already sprinting for the gate, but in high heels
Mousse barely was able to maintain his balance as he fled. He could
hear Chino coming after him and screamed, pulling one foot up ripping
off the torturous apparel and slung it back right into his face. Chino
fell back but quickly was up on his knees desperately reaching out to
him.
“Moussa, please! I love you!” he cried.
The other shoe smacked Chino in the face; Mousse screeching at
the top of his lungs as he ran down the walkway to the van. “Let’s go,
let’s go, let’s go!” he shouted and Doctor Tofu hit the gas, speeding
down the road. A quick flick of the headlights and Akane stepped from
the surrounding trees flashing her light. They stopped long enough for
the two to climb in and were quickly continuing their flight away from
Okura Maeda’s estate too freedom.
High-fives and cheers passed amongst them, congratulating each
other on a job well done. Nabiki sat with flashlight in hand peering
down at the contents of the black bag in her lap, eagerly anticipating
the mayhem she was about to unleash in the next few days. She closed it
up and let out a sigh of relief.
“Thanks, guys,” she said to the others, “Without your help I’d
still be slaving away for that bastard Maeda.”
“Don’t thank us yet, Nabiki,” said Ranko. “We still have to deal
with him, and he’s not going to be very happy about what we did.”
“True, but after I get done, we’ll never see his ugly face around
Nerima again.”
“Just Nerima?” commented Ukyo.
They all laughed and Nabiki knew it all lay with her now to get
Okura Maeda off their backs forever. She pulled the bag tighter to her
body, hoping that what she finds in here enough to accomplish this.
“I still owe you guys’ big time,” she said.
“You bet, and my new apartment will thank you in the future,”
replied Konatsu.
“Uh, we might have to talk about that there, Konatsu,” Ukyo said.
“No, no!” shouted Tsubasa, “I was going to order cable too!”
Mousse made his way up to Nabiki. “There’s only one thing I want
right now, Nabiki, and that’s the keys to this trap you’ve imprisoned me
in.”
“What, you not wait until I get you home?” asked Shampoo with a
mischievous glint in her eyes. “You not like having new boyfriend…
‘Moussa’?”
“—and that’s a name I don’t want to hear again!” continued Mousse
amid their laughs. “Keys!”
Nabiki reached into her pocket handing Mousse a set of keys. He
moved back and it grew quiet. She cut her eyes from side to side and
then said, “Okay, Ryoga. You can do it now.”
Ryoga frowned wondering what she was talking about. Nabiki
turned back arching a brow giving him a thoughtful grin. He looked at
her for a second and it dawned on him what she meant. His expression
grew bright and grinning from ear to ear began to sing.
“DAHHHHH…. Dahnt, dahnt, dahnt-dahnt! Dahnt, dahnt, dahnt-dunt!
Dahnt, dahnt, dahnt-dahnt! Dahnt, dahnt, dahnt-dunt!”
Akari rolled her eyes ready to smack him, but then Nabiki
suddenly joined in. “DADADAHHH… DADADAHHH… DADADAHHH… DAH-DAHT!”
The rest of the team listened to them briefly, traded looks and
shrugged joining into the song as well, singing it all the way back to
Nerima and home…
* * * * *
It was getting close to Tatewaki’s return; Okura eying his watch
expectantly still feeling a bit unsure about the Kuno’s intentions.
Across from him Victoria sat sipping a Manhattan Ice Tea from the range
of drinks on a cart next to them, watching him with slight humor in her
eyes. Finally, Maeda could wait no more and called for Sachi standing
guard outside.
The door opened Sachi leaning inside. “Yeah, boss?” he said over
the millings of the guest behind him.
“Have you seen Tatewaki and Nabiki yet? They should have— what
is going on out there?”
“The guests are taking what’s left of the drinks and those
fantastic snacks Miss Kasumi made for them.”
“They are, and what do you mean ‘what’s left’ of the drinks?”
“Yeah, boss. Bars closed and the guests are getting what’s left
before they leave.”
Okura’s jaw dropped open in surprise. “Who closed the bar?” he
asked standing up.
“Well those two hound dogs announced that the bar was closing and
that you were calling it a night.”
“I what? A-a-and you did not stop them?”
Sachi shrugged. “Gee boss, I thought this was part of your
arraignment with Kuno. You did say that you and he were going to have a
small get together in here, so we figured—.”
“—you figured wrong!” roared Maeda. He went to the doorway
frantically looking around the crowd in search of Tatewaki. He and
Nabiki were nowhere to be seen and the blood in his veins began to boil.
“They’re gone!” he exclaimed, and then he noticed another
important fact. “Where is Chino? Where is Chino!”
Tanyun tugged nervously at his collar before answering. “He’s,
ah… kind ‘a busy chasing after that Moussa-thing, boss.”
“Moussa-thing?”
“Yeah, the whimperer.”
“The whimperer?”
“You know boss… the ‘Tranny’.”
Okura started, staring confused at him. He turned ready to tear
into Sachi again and looked back Tanyun. “Tranny?” he said.
“Yeah, boss. Nabiki brought three of ‘em with her tonight.”
“You mean Female Impersonators?”
“Yeah, boss,” said Sachi, “and Chino’s kind of gotten the hots
for that one drawing the crowd.”
Looking back and forth between his two men, Maeda stood
dumbfounded for a moment trying to piece together what was happening.
“Go get Nabiki,” he snarled furiously.
“Just her or Tate—,” started Sachi but Okura clutched him by the
throat.
“Nabiki! I want Nabiki! Now GO!” he shouted thrusting Sachi out
into the crowd.
His men scurried off though the now departing guests and then
from behind he heard a chuckle. Maeda rounded on her but she remained
calm taking another sip from her drink.
“I told you she wouldn’t be an easy person to control, Okura,”
she said.
“How much of this did you know about?”
“Nothing. I’m as lost as you are, but you have to admit she
pulled this off with such elegance, wouldn’t you agree?”
Maeda stood with fist balled, his entire body shaking from rage.
Sachi suddenly ran in bringing him around.
“Uh, bad news, boss!”
“She’s gone,” guessed Okura.
“And took all of her people with her.”
“And Chino?”
“Out front hugging a pair of pumps.”
Okura sneered. Tanyun walked in and from the expression on his
face this meant more bad news.
“Uh, boss—.”
“Safes been cleaned out.”
Tanyun nodded, looking away humiliated by the breech of his
security.
She tricked me after all, thought Okura. The little witch threw
a spell over us all and made off with all of my holdings. Well, she
will regret ever crossing me I will see to that.
“Sachi… get every one of our street reps on the line. Tell them
to converge on Nerima. Tanyun, round up all of your men. You are going
after Miss Nabiki Tendo and her friends. Nerima is about to become a
very painful place to live.”
Okura set a dark gaze upon the two. “Am I clear about this?”
They nodded and he sent them away.
Vicky got up moving behind him. “Okura,” she began, but he held
up a hand stopping her.
There was nothing she could say or do that would ease Okura
Maeda’s wrath. He stood watching his guests depart and then briefly cut
his eyes to her. Maeda pressed his lips tight together and stormed off,
death clearly written in his eyes…
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It was more like a penthouse suite than a guest room, Nabiki
stopping to stare with some amazement at the surroundings. To the left
of the room was a fine wooden table with four chairs elegantly carved
and inlaid with bronze and leather padding, a bar and cabinets full of
wines and liquors fit for a king. Near the center sat an elegantly
decorated French canopy bed with ivory satin sheets and large fluff
pillows at its head. A nearby closet and just beyond that a personal
washroom set off to the left, and a medium sized couch and coffee table
finished the interior furnishings.
“Whoa,” said Ukyo, walking in, “Hey Nabiki, maybe this is where
Maeda is planning to keep you once he has Tatewaki under control.”
“Bite your tongue, please,” said Nabiki.
She looked around and smiled deviously. “This is perfect. Now
all we have to do is get Mousse to slip that card out of Chino’s pocket
and we’re in the safe.”
“It’s that slip part that’s going to be interesting,” said Ukyo
with a giggle. “The way Chino was looking down there; he might be busy
fending off tentacles, if you know what I mean.”
“Chino is not like that. In fact, for such a lout he strikes me
as sort of a gentleman.”
“If you say so.”
Ukyo peered out the windows a moment and then giggled again. “I
still say Mousse is going to bolt.”
“Don’t even think like that! All we need to do is coach him a
bit on how to handle men, then leave the two alone—.”
“—and let nature take its course?” Ukyo burst out laughing much
to Nabiki’s annoyance. She suddenly stopped and frowned. “Wait, you
said leave them alone? We’re not going to be here?”
“No, that might spoil things for Mousse.”
“But I wanna watch!”
“No!” Nabiki said firmly.
There came a light knock on the door then Akari peered inside.
She looked around and entered, stepping aside to allow Mousse in.
“You know, Akari, I just remembered, I’m not wearing garters so I
don’t need to fix… up… my…” When he caught sight of Nabiki and Ukyo,
alarm bells went off in his head.
“Uh-oh… this can’t be good,” he said.
Nabiki smiled, gesturing to Akari to go get Shampoo as she went
to greet Mousse.
“Mousse, have we got a job for you.”
Dread filled Mousse, and Ukyo’s derisive snickers did not help to
settle him. “Whatever it is, it’s no!” he said, turning for the door.
“You haven’t even heard what it is yet, Mousse!”
“I don’t need too. You and Ukyo together in one room waiting for
me means pain and discomfort. No, Nabiki, I’m doing enough for you as
it is, I’m not doing anymore.”
“Even if it means the difference between getting your money or
not?”
Mousse stopped, thinking about what Nabiki just said. He quietly
turned and shut the door behind him.
“What is it?”
Nabiki explained. “You see there’s a problem opening Maeda’s
safe. Turns out it has an additional controller on it.”
“A controller? Like a keycard?”
Ukyo started amazed at Mousse’s guess.
“You are perceptive, my fellow cohort,” said Nabiki.
“Nah, sounds like to one we have in the Nekohatten. Probably a
LockTight; good safes, really strong.”
How come I’ve not heard of this safe, thought Nabiki staring
stunned at Mousse. She shrugged it off and continued. “Yeesss… well
we’ve managed to locate who has the master keycard and we need you to
get from him.”
Mousse arched a brow. “Him?”
“Him.”
A dead silence followed and then Ukyo started laughing
nefariously.
“She’s doing her Reinfield imitation again, Nabiki! This can’t
be good for me!”
“Just ignore her, Moussa.”
Mousse perked up at the reference. “Moussa… just what does this
‘guy’ want anyway?”
“Some tongue for starters,” answered Ukyo, “We can imagine what
else after that.”
Mousse let out a long moan, gripping his hair and started pacing
about the room. “AW NOOO! First it’s from behind, now it’s in my face!
This is a nightmare!”
“Ooo, Ukyo I could just… Mousse, listen to me, please!”
“No, I’ve listen to you enough! A man can only go so far and
this is the edge!”
“Well not quite the edge, but you’re about to get there,” said
Ukyo.
“Ukyo will you shut up!”
Mousse suddenly rounded on Nabiki. “Gimme the keys, Nabiki,” he
said, holding out his hand.
She backed away. “No, Mousse. We need you. Think about the
Nekohatten. Think about Shampoo!”
“Nah, nope, this is the end of my days there and with her.
Mousse does not prostitute himself for anything, hot-chick Amazon or
not.”
“Well if you think that’s bad, wait till you hear who it is we’re
setting you up with,” added Ukyo.
Mousse stopped, cutting her eyes to her.
“Your bodyguard.”
More silence, then Mousse replied, “You mean that walking
mountain screening off those leeches swarming around me?”
Ukyo nodded.
“Gimme the keys, Nabiki.”
“Ukyo, will you stop!” shouted Nabiki.
“Don’t think I’ve not noticed how he’s been eyeing me, Nabiki,”
continued Mousse. “You know what he wants!”
Nabiki shrugged, rearing back afraid of how Mousse will react to
her next words. “Yes, and we need you to get… close and… well, get the
keycard from him.”
“WHAT?!!!!”
Ukyo burst out laughing. “I told you he’d bolt,” she said.
“Mousse, it’s the only way,” said Nabiki.
“So you want me to allow that ape to grope me with those hamfist
of his? What happens when he realizes I’m not a ‘Moussa’, huh?”
“He shouldn’t. We did a pretty good job on you now Mousse.”
Mousse did a double-take. “Nabiki, I’m a guy, and my hands do
not stay in one place during times like that. They go up, and they go
down.”
“So? The top part is padded pretty well, and as for ‘below’
you’re wearing that gaff-thing so that should hide the truth.”
“You mean that muffler you guys put on me?”
“Yes.”
“I ripped that damn thing off a long time ago!”
“What! Why?”
“I hadd’a go!”
“Hmm, we didn’t consider that, did we, Nabiki,” said Ukyo.
“Will you knock it off, Ukyo!”
Nabiki drew in a deep breath trying to calm her nerves. “Well
then you just don’t let it get that far, Mousse.”
“Right you are, Nabiki, because I’m not going to be here. Now
gimme the keys.”
“No, Mousse, we need you!”
“Ah-uhn. There is not a fixed amount of Yen to do what you want
me to do. Keys.”
“But I—.”
“Keys.”
“But you—.”
“Gimme the keys, Nabiki!”
Just in the nick of time through the door came Akari and Shampoo
breaking to a halt when they saw the furious look on Mousse’s face.
“Uh, trouble?” asked Shampoo.
“Thank Goodness!” muttered Nabiki. She ran over and positioned
herself behind Shampoo. “He’s fighting us again in our hour of need.”
“Who, Mousse? What he need to do now?”
Nabiki whispered what needed to be done into Shampoo’s ear and
the Amazon woman started laughing. “You kidding?” she said. Nabiki
shook her head and Shampoo giggled uncontrollably.
“You know I still don’t see what’s so funny,” commented Akari,
baffled by their reactions.
“It’s just their twisted idea of humor,” said Mousse, “And I am
not going to be a part of it!”
Shampoo forced back her laughs walking towards him with a thin
pout. “Mousse, what about restaurant… what about profits we get from
greedy Nabiki?”
“Oh you haven’t heard yet? I’ve quit, and there is nothing
anybody can do to get me to do this!”
Shampoo moved closer to him, running her fingers playfully around
his neck and cheek. “Not even for Shampoo, hmm?”
The heat began to rise in Mousse, temples thrumming with the beat
of his heart, but he shook it off backing away.
“No, no, I can’t even do it for you, Shampoo! I’m sorry!”
“Moouussseee,” cooed Shampoo, moving close to him again.
“I can’t, Shampoo! I love you and all, but this guy wants to
grope me! No, I can’t, I can’t do-MMRRUURPPHHH!”
In a flash, Shampoo pulled Mousse to her, planting a deep
passionate kiss square on his mouth silencing his protest. His arms
flailed before wrapping around her in a loving embrace. Ukyo stared at
the couple, walking up next to Nabiki who along with Akari also stood
staring in surprise at the scene.
“Ooo, ooo Nabiki, ooo,” she said, squeezing Nabiki’s right arm
affectionately.
Nabiki frowned at her. “Gurrl, you better get those paws off of
me,” she said, swatting Ukyo’s hands away.
Shampoo and Mousse parted, drawing back to eye one another with
dazed and confused looks. They both remained silent for a moment and
the Mousse started shaking his head.
“No, no, Shampoo! I can’t do it; no matter what you do to me I
can’t—!”
Shampoo rolled her eyes and kissed Mousse again. His struggles
were brief and they parted again staring at each other. Mousse started
to speak but she cut him off with another firm kiss. Finally, Mousse
let Shampoo go and backed away. He appeared stunned, eyelids blinking
rapidly. He huffed and then asked Shampoo for her lipstick. Going to a
mirror on the wall, Mousse began reapplying the color to his lips as the
girls watched. Noticing their silence, he stopped.
“Well… don’t just stand there. Go get this fool before I change
my mind.”
“This is why we are the superior gender, ladies,” said Nabiki.
“Definitely worth the trip,” Akari said, “but I don’t think I’ll
ever get Ryoga to wear an outfit like that. Nope, no way.”
“Tell him about that kiss and he might change his mind,” said
Ukyo.
“—and we go back to kinky store when we done, no?” added Shampoo.
“Okay, okay, let’s focus here,” Nabiki cut in bringing them back
on track. “We’re not out of the woods yet.”
Ukyo’s comlink beeped and she pressed it. [Ukyo, it’s Ranko!
Two things!]
[What?]
[Maeda’s woman is furious and she’s looking for you and Nabiki!]
[No prob. Next?]
[Chino is headed upstairs right now!]
[What!] she exclaimed startling the others. [Ranko that should
have been the first thing you said!]
[Sorry.]
Ukyo turned to Nabiki. “Chino’s on his way up!”
“It hasn’t been twenty minutes yet!” said Nabiki.
“Man must really be horny,” commented Shampoo.
“Ignore her, Mousse!” shouted Nabiki. She cut Shampoo a dark
look and glanced at her watch. A few minutes early, but now there was
no time for them to depart.
“Nabiki, what do we do?” asked Ukyo.
She thought and then said, “Hide, and I got dibs on the closet!”
A mad scramble ensued, Mousse watching as the four women scurried
to find some place to conceal themselves. Nabiki opened the closet only
to find that it would fit two of them at best. “Ukyo, you’re with me.
Shampoo, Akari… sorry but it’s every girl for herself.”
She dragged Ukyo inside, and Shampoo yelped diving up under the
bed. That left Akari and she ran leaping over the top of the couch
hunkering down behind it. Mousse gazed around at the now empty room.
“Well what do I do?” he said.
Ukyo stuck her head out the closet. “Give him a few ‘Tee-Hee’s,
show a lot of leg, and giggle like you’re embarrassed. You’ll have him
eating out of you had in no time.”
Nabiki yanked her back inside and not a moment too soon as the
door opened and Chino stepped in. Mousse spun away gasping nervously.
He quickly fixed his hair, patting down the front of his blouse before a
heavy step from behind made him pause.
“Moussa…” Chino’s lust filled voice called lightly to him.
Mousse whimpered then controlled himself. He cleared his throat
and answered, “…yes?”
He could feel Chino up close behind him then a pair of beefy
fingers gently gripped Mousse by each shoulder, squeezing tenderly.
“Moussa… may I call you Moussa?” Mousse gulped, reluctantly
nodding. “Moussa… I am pleased you agreed to talk with me.”
“…it is an…’honor’… that, that you would be… (oh gosh)…
interested in sp-speaking to me.”
“I would have done so sooner if not for those vultures out there
trying to defile you!”
His forcefulness only made Mousse more nervous and he pulled away
careful to keep his back from Chino to hide the disgust marring his
face.
“…and you were so brave standing up for me (dyargh!). You were
my Kni-Kni-Kni-…wait I can get this out… Knight in Shining armor.”
Inside the closet Ukyo had her face pressed deep into Nabiki’s
shoulder fighting to keep her laughs from being heard; Nabiki swatting
her head pleading for Ukyo to stop as she tried to listen in to the
conversation.
Chino reached out and gently turned Mousse around. He stared
deep into his eyes, love lighting up his face, a forlorn look that
warned Mousse of impending trouble to come. If this man tries to kiss
me, I’ll kill him, he thought and then Chino spoke.
“I can be much more than that, Moussa.”
A shudder from the bed made them look over a moment. Mousse
pulled away again walking to the middle of the room.
“Why Mister Chino. What do mean by that (as if I didn’t know)?”
“I’m sorry?”
“I mean… Mister Chino, you’re embarrassing me… ‘Tee-Hee’…”
“This is so good!” whispered Ukyo, streams of tears leaking down
her cheeks, “I’m so glad you brought me along!”
“Ukyo will you stop it! You’re going to blow this for us!”
Meanwhile, Chino had Mousse in his arms again trying to find
words to express his undying devotion for his alter ego. “Moussa, you
are an angel sent down from the heavens for me… a-a-goddess whose beauty
is unmatched by any woman I’ve ever seen!”
Mousse stared speechless at Chino. “Yeah, right… uh are you sure
you don’t need glasses?”
“You’re supposed to be leading him on, Mousse, not insulting
him,” Nabiki mumbled low. “Ukyo will you get off me!”
“Moussa… Moussa please come sit with me here on the bed,”
continued Chino, pulling Mousse towards it. He broke away going for the
door, but a firm grip on one wrist stopped him.
“Oh no, not the bed,” muttered Mousse. “Mister Chino, please…
‘Tee-Hee’ (gag).”
“Please, Moussa. There is so much I want to share with you. So
much I have to say.”
“M-m-must I? My boss will get really upset with me for being
gone so long.”
“Do not worry about her. Nabiki will not be of any concern to
you after tonight. Now come, please sit with me.”
Reluctantly, Mousse allowed Chino to guide him to the bed. They
sat down on the edge and Chino took Mousse’s hands in his.
“Moussa… I want to take care of you. I want you to stay with me,
here at the estate.”
“You want me to do what?”
“Stay here with me! I have a good job, and you will not have to
degrade yourself working as a lowly maid ever again.”
Chino dropped to one knee. “I love you, Moussa. Marry me!”
The bed shook again, breaking Mousse from his shock. “Uh… why
Mister Chino, your words are so powerful they shook the earth.”
“It is because I love you so, my dearest! Moussa, please say
yes! We will have a happy home with lots of children!”
“Children?”
“Yes, lots of them!”
“…Children?”
Chino nodded empathetically.
Mousse paused and cut his eyes around not knowing what to do.
“Tee-Hee?” he suddenly said and went for the door. Chino caught him by
one arm before he made it half way.
“Moussa, please wait!”
“…why Mister Chino, this is all so sudden. I-I don’t know what
to say,” replied Mousse, placing his hand to his cheek in false
embarrassment. In reality he was in full panic mode ready to run the
several kilometers back to Nerima alone if necessary.
“I know this is overwhelming for you—.”
“—understatement—.”
“But I must hear your answer… and I have another confession to
tell you.”
Oh great there’s more. I’m going to be sick, thought Mousse.
Chino let Mousse go and sadly looked down. “I must apologize to
you, Moussa.”
“For the proposal?”
“No, my love. I meant that.” He stepped up rubbing Mousse’s
shoulders. “For earlier.”
“Earlier?”
“Yes. Moussa… it was I who grabbed you downstairs in the dining
room.”
Mousse’s brows shot up upon hearing Chino’s confession, every
muscle of his body going rigid as the flames of fury flowed through him.
He trembled, teeth grit tight together and tipped his head to one side.
“You… You were the one who squeezed my a— me?” he growled.
“Yes, my love. It was I. You’re beauty was so ravishing that I
could not control myself. I will understand if you are angry with me.”
The bed behind them shook again.
“You know there must be something wrong with the balance of that
bed,” commented Chino. “I’ll have to have maintenance check that later
on.”
But Mousse was not listening; barely able to control is
unrelenting rage that steadily built up inside him. “So ‘Chino’, you
found my body ‘a-tractive’?” he said.
“Yes, Moussa, and I hope this will not push you away from me. I
feel we were meant for each other!”
“So true, that is so true, my (cough) love. We are meant to be
together, and I’d like to give you something to show my deepest desires
and affection for you too.”
“You do?”
“Oh yesss… something that should not be kept away from you any
longer.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll find out. Now close your eyes, my big beautiful man
(cough, choke!).”
He did and Mousse turned around. “Lift your chin up.”
“My chin?”
“I want this to be perfect. You want your love-doll to get it
perfect don’t you, pookie (cough!)?”
Chino opened one eye, but Mousse waved a scolding finger at him,
blowing a kiss in his direction with a smile. He shuddered and clenched
his eyes tight together. “Give it too me, my love!”
KA-POW!
ORBIT!
THUMP!
THUD!
Chino’s unconscious body lay on one side and Mousse was kicking
him viciously in the stomach. The closet door opened, Nabiki running
out; Ukyo falling too the floor in fits and stitches echoing Shampoo’s
laughs shaking the bed.
“Mousse, Mousse, stop it! We don’t want him dead!” said Nabiki
trying to pull away.
“But I do! This is the guy
who-(kick!)-grabbed-(kick!)-my-(kick!)-ass! (kick-kick-kick!) Then he
had the nerve to play it off like he was some kind of HERO
(double-kick-kick-kick!)”
“Okay, he’s down and suffered enough! Stop it!”
Nabiki tugged on the raging man to no avail. Up from the side of
the bed appeared Ukyo, gasping for air enjoying the festivities of the
moment. Nabiki pleaded for her to help and she crawled on her hands and
knees over to them, grabbing on to one of her legs pulling herself up.
“Geh-heheheheheheeee… you might not have to pay that bill after
all, Nabiki!” she said between breaths, “Konatsu and Tsubasa are going
to be so mad at meheheheheeee!”
Nabiki threw her hands up in frustration, looking back to find
Akari standing there not sure what too do. “Akari, help me pull him
off! Ukyo, stop laughing and search Chino! Shampoo get out here!”
They managed to pull Mousse back enough for Ukyo to safely move
in and start shuffling through Chino’s pockets. Meanwhile, Shampoo
pulled her body out from under the bed still in titters; face red and
streaked with tears. One look at Mousse and the unconscious Chino made
her burst out laughing again and she pushed herself back under.
“No you don’t, Shampoo! Get your happy Amazon butt back out here
and help us!” shouted Nabiki.
She crawled out over to Chino’s inert form. “Moussa… you not say
yes?” Shampoo suddenly said, wide-eyed at Mousse.
Ukyo collapsed over Chino muffling her laughs.
Mousse’s jaw dropped and he resumed his attempts to pummel Chino
into mush. “You see! This is why he deserves to die!” shouted Mousse.
“Let’s not agitate him, Shampoo,” Nabiki said. “Ukyo find that
card!”
Ukyo resumed searching Chino, fishing around his jacket until her
fingers came across something in the left inner breast pocket. She
pulled out a black kid-leather case around the size of a credit card.
[Hikaru,] she called over the comlink.
[Ukyo, hey Doc and I were getting worried.]
[Sorry, but we had to (miff!)… uh, never mind. Hikaru, what will
this keycard look like?]
[Should be white with a series of barcodes etched on the front
and a phone number to our security center near the lower right on back.]
She opened the case and there lay the card in question. “Found
it,” she told Nabiki.
“Excellent. Okay, Shampoo, Mousse back downstairs. I figure
we’ve about twenty minutes max before Maeda starts missing Chino here,
so Mousse try to keep a low profile.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” said Mousse.
Nabiki shook her head letting his remark pass. “Akari go rip a
few strips from those sheets. We’ll tie Chino up and stuff him in the
closet then you and Ukyo get that card to Akane.”
“How?” asked Ukyo.
“I don’t know… use the dumbwaiter again, but get that card to
her. I’m going to be busy stalling Maeda so you’ll have to think of
something.”
“And those guards upstairs.”
“We’ll manage, now let’s go!”
Shampoo stood up and wrapped an arm gently around Mousse’s,
smiling. “You good actor, Mousse,” she told him.
“I still want to kill him,” growled Mousse as they headed out the
door.
“You know, Mousse deserves every Yen you’re going to pay him
after tonight,” said Ukyo.
“After fighting me like he has been doing, I should fine him,”
replied Nabiki.
A sudden low moan from Chino startled them, and then in charged
Mousse with Shampoo in hot pursuit.
“He’s still alive! I heard him groan!” shouted Mousse, resuming
his pummeling of Chino.
The few kicks he laid in were enough to send Chino back into a
coma before the girls pulled him away. Shampoo tugged him along; Mousse
trailing a string of threats and oaths at the man and Akari returned
with some long strips of sheets. They quickly bound Chino and after a
short tug and pull session, finally managed to get him tucked neatly
away inside the closet.
“Boy was he a load,” commented Ukyo.
“Kind’a competes with Akane, eh?” replied Nabiki.
They traded giggles and then Nabiki recomposed herself.
“We digress. Ukyo, Akari get going. We’re this close, let’s not
blow it.”
“Right. Come on, short-stuff! We’ve got a job to do.”
They left leaving Nabiki alone to ponder their progress. A few
short minutes, she mused as images of Okura Maeda bowing down on his
knees before her danced in her eyes, a few short minutes and I’ll have
your ass. Then we’ll see who’s got control.
One last check on Chino found him snoring lightly in his bonds.
She locked the door and went to rejoin the party…
* * * * *
Before retruning downstairs, Ukyo paused on the steps just long
enough to peer up at the third floor. She could see one of the two
guards leaning against the railing smoking a cigarette. Moving Akari
along, she activated her comlink. [Akane, this is Ukyo. How ‘you guys
doing up there?]
[Terrible. I’m starting to get cramps in my legs and Ryoga keeps
falling asleep.]
[So?]
[He snores.]
[Oh. Well anyway, Akari and I are heading down to the kitchen.
We’ll pull the dumbwaiter trick again and send the keycard up that way.]
[Wait, what about us? We’re not going to be able to ride this
thing down it will break.]
[You two can get out. Maeda’s guards are standing watch outside
the door. Be quiet and they should not hear you at all.]
Akane acknowledged, giving Ryoga a tap. “Ukyo says we can get
out. Those guards are outside the door,” she whispered.
“Good, I’m starting to get a crick in my neck.”
Ryoga carefully reached down and slid his fingers up under the
lip of the dumbwaiter door. Just as he was about to lift it up, the
sound of the office door opening stopped him. “—and I’m going get me a
chair if I’ve got to stay up here,” they heard one of the guards say.
“Yeah, get me one too. Missing those hot babes is bad enough,
but watching empty space is a real drag,” commented the other.
After they left, Ryoga waited and continued to lift but Akane
suddenly stopped him. She did not like the risk and shook her head.
[Ukyo,] she whispered.
[What?]
[It’s too risky right now to get out!]
[Great. You’ll have to do something then. The dumbwaiter is the
only thing I can think of right now to get this card too you!]
Akane shrugged, giving Ryoga a lost look. He understood and
glanced around the dim shaft and then came up with an idea. Pulling the
dumbwaiter back up, he turned his body around until his back pressed up
against the wall behind him. Planting his feet, he pressed wedging
himself between the narrow expanse. Your turn, he mouthed to Akane and
she rolled her eyes. The feeling in her legs was still not fully there,
but she twisted around suppressing her pains and placed both legs up
against the wall across from her.
[Ukyo, we’ve got somewhat of an idea so go ahead and pray we
don’t fall,] she said.
[Okay.]
Akane hoped they could stay in place long enough for the
dumbwaiter to go down and up. “Ryoga, what about the bag?” she asked.
“Let it ride. It’ll be okay,” he whispered back.
Meanwhile, Ukyo and Akari were making their way through the main
room just about to enter the dinning room when a stern voice calling
Ukyo’s name stopped them dead in their tracks. They gulped and slowly
turned to find Vicky standing there both fist on her hips glaring
menacingly at them.
“Uh, yes Miss Saffron?” said Ukyo.
“A moment, please.”
Ukyo swallowed again walking over to Vicky. The hard stare
burned her skin and she winced ready for the pain she expected to come
next.
“Miss Kuonji… you’re girls like to drift around. I am not
pleased by their lack of professionalism.”
“Oh, uhm, I’ll stop them from doing that, Miss Saffron.”
“Please do. Where is Nabiki?”
“Uhm… restroom.”
“I see. Well, I was hoping to find her first, but you will do.
There is a slight matter I would like to address right now. Your little
strange bartender.”
“Kodachi? What is she doing now?”
“She does not understand the meaning of the phrase ‘water down’
that is what she is doing.”
I am so going to kick that girl in the butt, thought Ukyo. “I’ll
go speak with her again, Miss Saffron, just as soon as I take care of
some things in the kitchen.”
“Now, Miss Kuonji.”
Ukyo gulped. “Now, Miss Saffron?”
“Send your little gopher in there to handle the kitchen and you
come with me.”
“But I need to—,” began Ukyo, but a threatening arch of one brow
stopped her. “One moment,” she told Vicky and spun around to Akari.
From her front pocket Ukyo pulled out the case.
“Did she just call me a gopher?” grumbled Akari, “First I’m
timid, then I’m short, now I’m an animal!”
“Not now, Akari.,” said Ukyo, pressing the case into Akari’s
hands,
Akari blinked with surprise.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” she asked.
“Get it to Akane.” Ukyo said low.
“Huh… what, me? Ukyo there’s that mad Frenchman and those two
watchdogs on him in there. I can’t do this!”
“You’ve got too!”
“Miss Kuonji,” called Vicky again.
Ukyo flashed her a brief smile. “You have too, Akari!”
“But how?”
Quickly, Ukyo thought up a plan pulling Akari close and whispered
it into her ear. “What! No I don’t want to die!” exclaimed Akari.
Ukyo waved her to silence and finished whispering in her ear. Akari
stepped back, her face an ashen grey staring at Ukyo.
“I’ve seen her wield that spoon, Ukyo. She’s mean with it!”
“Just go do it!” commanded Ukyo.
With a pout, Akari turned and hurried off to the kitchen…
* * * * *
Akari burst through the kitchen door sliding to a stop near the
center cutting table. Kasumi fixing up a final banquet platter gave her
a pleasant smile as she diced and chopped up fresh vegetables and cooked
chicken parts with her usual unerring skills.
“IEEE, now she’s got something sharp,” whined Akari, taking a few
steps back.
Kasumi noticed her distress. “Akari is there something wrong?”
she asked.
“Ah… well—.”
Akari hesitated, looking across the kitchen in the direction of
the dumbwaiter door. There stood Jean-Claude and in front of him on
either side stood two of Tanyun’s men, both right up in his face dark
glares concealed by wrap-around black sunglasses waiting for him to make
just the tiniest move in Kasumi’s direction. Jean-Claude cut his eyes
back and forth between the two sneering contemptuously while muttering
curses and obscenities under his breath.
By then Kasumi had finished her platter and went back to the
stove. She was sprinkling the ingredients of her prize winning miso
soup into a simmering pot of water, ladling the mix slowly around. At
least now she doesn’t have a knife, thought Akari rushing over to her.
“Uhm, Kasumi?”
“Yes, Akari?”
“I, ah, I have to tell you something.”
“Okay, I’m listening.”
Akari glanced over at Jean-Claude. He was staring at them, a
brow arched curious about what she had to say.
“Uh, I need to whisper this too you.”
Kasumi obliged, leaning over to one side so Akari could whisper
into her ear. After a moment, the pleasant relaxed expression on
Kasumi’s face disappeared tuning into a mask of horror and intense
revulsion.
“I refuse!” shouted Kasumi, rounding on Akari. “No, this cannot
be, Akari Hibiki!”
Akari shied away, grimacing before the barrage of fury. She
waved her hands to calm Kasumi down and beckoned for her to bend down
again, whispering more instructions into her ear.
“What!” shouted Kasumi, “This is a joke, right?”
Akari timidly shook her head and Kasumi gasped. She staggered
over to the cutting table and leaned against it like she had just
received the worst news of her life. Her eyes lifted up meeting
Jean-Claude’s and he let out a derisive chuckle sensing that this had to
do with their forced upon arrangement in the kitchen.
“…no… no, there has to be another way,” she whined, but Akari’s
saddened look told her the opposite.
Kasumi’s bottom lip began quivering tears welling up in the
corner of her eyes. She felt like killing herself, but steeled her
nerves and walked over to the utensil rack, taking a soup ladle down off
the hook and began making hesitant steps towards the Frenchman.
“Miss Kasumi?” said one of the guards, and both men rushed over
to her side genuinely concerned. She staggered and they held her up
before she could fall. “Miss Kasumi, what is the matter? Is there
anything we can do for you?”
Kasumi shook her head and then Jean-Claude let out a loud grunt.
“NgHa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” he chuckled triumphantly, twirling one
side of his mustache, “Stand aside, ba-foons! Kas-seu-mei has something
she would like to tell me, no?”
Kasumi began to cry, nodding her head. She motioned the guards
back behind her and continued on, every step like a hot poker in the
eye.
“M-M-M-Mister Jean-Claude—.”
“What is my name?”
“Oh he going to make me say his whole name,” whined Kasumi,
bursting out into more tears.
“You creep!” shouted guard number two, “Why I aught ‘a—.”
Kasumi patted him on the shoulder to calm him down. She told
both of them to step back and then Kasumi swallowed hard. “Mister
Jean-Claude Pierre du’Riviale Chateaugion… sir
(Boooo-hooo-hoooo-hoooo!).”
“Yes! Now what du yeu have to say too me, TEN-DEU?”
Angry grunts and growls came form the guards, but Kasumi waved
them to silence. She forced back her sobs, huffing a few times before
speaking.
“It-it has come to my a-attention that… that s-s-some of the
guests are co-co-complaining that the food needs… more…
FLAVOURRrrrrrrr!”
“Like I have said… and?”
“…and… and—.” Kasumi dropped to one knee drawing gaps of
surprise from the guards. “I must relinquish all cooking
responsibilities and turn over control to… you-hoo hoo hoo, hooooo” she
finished, holding the ladle out to him.
“What?” cried the first guard.
“Those fools!” said the other.
Jean-Claude lorded over Kasumi with an evil grin. “At last,” he
said, snatching the ladle from her hand. “I knew it was only a matter
of time before your abominable preparations began to sicken the guests!”
Hey, don’t be talking about Miss Kasumi that way!” shouted the
first guard.
“Silence, mini-on! I am in charge of the kitchen now!”
Jean-Claude brushed rudely past them heading for the stove. “We
must move quickly if we are to save this mess! TEN-DEU! Come over here
and observe a real chef salvage your pitiful attempts of culinary
cuisine!” he called, turning up the fire under her miso soup.
“Noooo! Not my miso!” Kasumi wailed with pain as Jean-Claude
continued destroying her work.
It might have been a lie, but it hurt Akari to see Kasumi bow
down before this arrogant man. As the two guards helped Kasumi over to
the cutting tables, she slipped past and casually made her way to the
dumbwaiter door. The controls seemed easy enough to work; she hit the
down button hearing the light hum of the motor come to life.
Up in the shaft, the dumbwaiter suddenly lurched, Akane letting
out a brief squeal as it dropped down from under them. She felt her
legs slipping and then Ryoga quickly pressed his arm across her bent
knees forcing them against the wall.
Akari could hear the dumbwaiter closing in and then the green
light on the wall lit up. She glanced back over her shoulder and then
lifted the door up just enough to slip the card case inside. “You,
scarecrow girl!” Jean-Claude suddenly called to her.
“Now I’m an effigy,” mused Akari, tuning around. “Yes?”
“What are you doing over there?”
Akari gulped. Uhm… just looking. I’ve never seen an elevator so
small before.”
“It is a dumb-wait-air! A delicate instrument in culinary
presentation!”
“Okay,” replied Akari, thinking a second. “You really take your
cooking seriously, don’t you?”
“BAH! Stop playing with it and get away from there!”
Akari stepped aside waiting for Jean-Claude to continue his
destruction. Several more wails and groans from Kasumi later, she felt
it safe enough to edge back over to the controls, staring innocently up
at the ceiling waiting for an opportunity to hit the up button.
“NOOOOOooooooo!!!!” cried Kasumi suddenly. She and the two
guards sat huddled on the floor watching in terror as Jean-Claude
altered recipes, adding ingredients that would make any well-bred local
cringe in fear.
“You fiend!” shouted the first guard, holding a near faint Kasumi
up, “Ketchup?”
“Barbarian! This is my spec-i-al seafood cocktail sauce!
Ketchup… BAH!”
“Not on the prawns… not on the Tempura, please!” begged Kasumi,
but Jean-Claude ignored her, smearing the sticky pale red sauce he just
mixed over several pieces of food. The other guard retched, turning to
collapse on the floor covering mouth.
“Hmm, this looks like a good time,” said Akari. She hit the up
button starting the dumbwaiter.
In the shaft, Akari and Ryoga watched as the top of the
dumbwaiter steadily closed. Ryoga grimaced grunting lightly as a dark
thought came to mind.
“Uh-oh, we’re in trouble,” he whispered to Akane.
“Why?”
“Well… we’re in here right? The dumbwaiter controls are out
there, and since we can’t get to them it might try to come completely up
to the top you see?”
Akane’s face went pale. “But you were able to move it around
with no problems!” she said.
“But the motor was off. Now if I try stopping it, it’ll either
start whining, and bring people to check out why, or just crush us
both.”
He looked down again and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” asked Akane.
“We’re going to get it just like Emilio Estevez… only in
reverse!”
“You and your movies!”
Akane tried to reach up for the comlink, but her body began to
slip and she stopped. In desperation she pressed her head against the
wall praying this would turn it on.
[Ukyo… Ukyo!]
Ukyo was currently behind the bar with Kodachi on her knees,
throttling the demented woman from behind when Akane’s call came
through. She stopped and pulled Kodachi up pulling her close.
“Now you hold those thought I just passed to you, dear. I’ll be
right back, okay?”
“…take you time, I insist.”
A firm kick to the rear, Ukyo went off to find a secluded corner.
[What, Akane?]
[Stop the dumbwaiter!]
[Huh?]
[Don’t argue, stop the dumbwaiter!]
Ukyo started. “Akari!” she gasped and hustled off through the
guests for the kitchen. Bursting through the door she paused to find
Kasumi with one of the guards sobbing into each other’s shoulders while
the other guard lay passed out behind them on the floor. The mad
Frenchman was busy throwing liquids and spices into pots and pans; Akari
standing across the kitchen near the dumbwaiter controls.
“Gee, I knew Kasumi would not like our plan, but I didn’t think
she’d take it so hard,” she said to herself. Another call from Akane
brought her back on track. “Akari! Stop it!” she shouted.
Jean-Claude turned. “Wha?—silly girl! Did I not tell you to
stop playing with ze dumb-wait-air?”
“What?” answered Akari.
“He’s right, Akari!” said Ukyo, “Now stop it!”
Akari stared confused at Ukyo. “Okay,” she said, shrugging and
started walking away from the controls.
[Ukyo!] cried Akane again.
“No, Akari! I mean stop it!” Ukyo shouted again.
Akari stopped frowning at her and the desperate way she was
cutting her eyes over at the controls. She finally caught on and
reached back shutting off the dumbwaiter.
It was close, Ryoga and Akane pressed up into a narrow space at
the top of the shaft with barely enough room to move. They shifted and
together pushed forcing the dumbwaiter down.
“Now that kind ‘a hurt,” said Ryoga, grabbing the cable to hold
the dumbwaiter in place.
“Okay, it’s official,” said Akane, “I’m a sardine now.”
Ryoga pushed the dumbwaiter down until the edge of the sliding
door could be reached. Carefully, Akane lifted it up peering though the
crack. The office appeared empty and she opened the door, grabbed their
bag and gently lowered herself out onto the floor. Ryoga followed,
shutting the dumbwaiter door.
“Akane, are you going to make it?” he whispered while starting
the motor again.
She stood up on unsteady legs, but then nodded flashing him a
smile. Ryoga felt relieved that he did not have to heft her around
again. He lifted the door up and grabbed the card case that lay inside
passing it to Akane.
[We’re back in business,] she announced across the circuit.
[Good! Get that safe open and let’s finish this job.] said
Doctor Tofu.
Akane picked up the bag and went back over to the cabinet and
safe. “Ryoga, watch the door.”
“What if they come in?”
“Hit’em!” Akane went back up on the circuit. [Ukyo, I’m going
to need about fifteen minutes to get that code figured out.]
[Ukyo’s probably not in a position to answer you, Akane,] replied
Ranko.
[Then find Nabiki and tell her that.]
[I’ll go track her down.]
Akane turned off her mic and stared hard at the cabinet hiding
the safe. She sneered at it, hefting the bag over one shoulder and
pulled up a chair.
“You’re mine,” she said, stepped up on the chair and went to
work.
* * * * *
Nabiki looked around the main room trying to find Ukyo to check
on their status. This party would start to wind down soon and they
needed to be out of here before that happens. Why couldn’t I just keep
a simple life like Kasumi? You know; learn how to cook, get married to
a Doctor, settle down and maintain a fine family home. She shuddered
thinking how drab such a life would be. No access to money making
ventures… unacceptable.
Someone tapped her on the arm and she turned finding Ranko
standing behind her.
“Yes?”
“Just wanted to let you know that—.” Ranko cut her eyes from
side to side and leaned closer to her. “—we’re in business.”
“Excellent! How long?”
“About fifteen minutes. Ukyo’s in the kitchen, Hikaru and Doc
are waiting for Akane to get them the codes.”
This could not be better. Nabiki felt victory near and smiled.
I’ve got you Maeda, she thought then a firm grip latched on to her left
wrist. Her hand was forced painfully back and Nabiki recognized who it
was.
“Oh, Ow, Victoria! I see another meeting is in order?” she said.
Vicky did not answer, guiding Nabiki along through the crowd.
They shuffled past the bar and Nabiki’s eyes went wide realizing where
it was she was being taken. The door of the den opened, Tanyun leered
menacingly at her as she passed, and then Victoria twisted Nabiki around
planting her roughly into a large chair. The ominous click of the lock
made Nabiki gulp, staring fearfully at Okura Maeda sitting the chair
across from her; Sachi and Tanyun took their places at either side of
him and for a long moment nobody spoke.
I’m dead, Nabiki’s panic filled mind thought.
Okura pulled out a cigarette holding it up to allow Sachi to
light the end. He drew in a breath, not a hint of emotion on his face
and took a few drags before turning his attention to her.
“Nabiki…,” he began, taking another drag from the cigarette.
“You have done exceptionally well tonight.”
Nabiki smiled, trembling a bit. “I always try to do my best,
boss.”
“Yes… your best. That is a good point, Nabiki. You have done
your best at keeping Tatewaki Kuno away from me.”
“Tatewaki… I’ve kept Tatewaki from you?”
Okura laughed. “Let’s drop the ignorance shall we? Tonight, I
have been blocked, run over…, distracted…, and even torpedoed in every
attempt to interface with Mister Tatewaki Kuno. Then after the last
try, it dawned on me that I was going about this all wrong.”
“All wrong?”
“Yes. I should not have been trying to go see Tatewaki; instead
I should have had you bring him to me.”
Nabiki gulped hard. She glanced up at Vicky leaning over the
chair and the blonde smiled at her. Not very reassuring, and the dark
looks from Tanyun and Sachi only added to the trouble she sensed brewing
in the wings.
“But uh, boss… I-I-I tried to get Tatewaki to you once already,”
she said.
“The alarm thing, yes. I’m not sure yet if that was engineered
by you, or just a fluke but we’ll ignore that.”
He paused taking another drag from his cigarette. The mood in
Maeda could be felt shifting, his eyes drawing level and intense. Okura
leaned towards Nabiki and she pressed back slightly in the chair.
“Nabiki, this is going to be your second and final chance to fulfill
your obligation to our agreement.”
“Second chance?”
He nodded. “In five minutes time you will bring Tatewaki Kuno
here, in this den, to me.”
“Five minutes?”
“Exactly five minutes. If, by some odd chance you fail in this
time, Tanyun and Sachi here will locate you and then we will all go for
a short drive just up the road here to a nearby marsh by the river. I
know of a wonderfully deep pool of quicksand there just calling out your
name.”
The deviant chuckles from Tanyun and Sachi only made Nabiki press
further back into her chair. “Deep?” she said with a thin voice.
“Very deep.”
Nabiki moaned, turning her head sadly away from him.
“So, are there any questions about this, Miss Tendo?” asked
Okura. Nabiki shook her head and he smiled, sitting back. “Then I
suggest you get going, Nabiki. Your time has started.”
She stood up giving them all one last fearful look and then
hurried out the door.
“Now that made the night,” said Tanyun. “Did you see how white
her face got?”
“Could have written a letter on her,” quipped Sachi.
Vicky sat down in the chair across from Okura. She eyed him with
a look of concern and he arched a brow.
“Something bothering you, my dear?”
“Nabiki. I’m not comfortable with all of this bullying we’re
doing.”
Okura patted her on one knee. “Do not worry, Victoria. When
dealing with people the likes of her, one must exert a little extra
‘pressure’ to set them in line.”
“Threatening to kill her is more than enough ‘pressure’, Okura.
It’s not like she’s stolen money from us.”
That surprised Maeda. “Vicky, you’re not feeling sorry for her
now, are you?”
“She’s not a bad—.”
“Don’t,” he cut in firmly. “Nabiki Tendo would turn on you just
as fast as she would turn on me.”
Vicky frowned and held her tongue still not liking what they were
about to do.
“So, boss. If Nabiki does come through, and you get Kuno to make
an agreement, does that mean we scoop her up then?” asked Sachi.
“Not right away, Sachi. I would not want to upset my guests or
her friends.”
“Shoot!” he said snapping his fingers in frustration.
“When then, boss?” asked Tanyun.
“Not long after, Tanyun… not long after…”
* * * * *
Through the crowds went Nabiki frantically searching for
Tatewaki. Although not her norm to be like this, Maeda’s threat felt
very real and in her mind she could hear the last cries of that
unfortunate accountant struggling to get free before being tossed into
the ocean. Finally she heard his familiar aloof voice and followed the
sound coming out into the dinning room near the tables.
Tatewaki chatted casually along with some of his friends when
Nabiki grabbed him by the hand pulling him away before he could finish
his last sentence.
“Ah, Nabiki,” he said. “Are we in some sort of rush, or is it
time to leave?”
She dragged him out into the front room away from everyone and
then turned pressing her face into his chest and began to cry.
“Oh, I see… it must really be hitting the fan now,” observed
Tatewaki.
Nabiki cried for a moment and then looked up at him. “This is
it,” she sobbed, “Maeda’s cornered me and I’m going to get a permanent
mud bath!”
“What?”
More sobs followed, Nabiki resting her head on Tatewaki. He
tried comforting her, but it was to no avail as she huffed and stuttered
uncontrollably.
“He wants to see you now, Akane is still not done, and my time is
just about up!”
“There, there, Nabiki. All is not lost. I’ll just go and talk
with him then. That should clear things up.”
Nabiki drew sharply back staring in shock at him. “Are you
kidding? Maeda will have you signing over all the rights to the Kuno
Industries in no time!”
“You think I will allow that?”
She let out a low moan, leaning back up against him. “He’s evil,
Tatewaki. I guess I’ll just have to take my lumps and practice holding
my breath.”
“Nonsense! I will not let this scourge harm my lead consultant!”
“(Sniff, Sniff) I thought you fired me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Tatewaki looked back over his shoulder
for a moment. “Hmm, that does give me an idea though. How much time do
you think we need?”
“About ten, twenty minutes max.”
He nodded then told her to stay there, heading for the main room.
“Tatewaki, where are you going?”
“Too go talk with Maeda of course.”
“What! Tatewaki, no!”
“Trust me, Nabiki. It is time for the Kuno intellect to rise and
make its presence felt.”
Tatewaki winked at her before disappearing around the corner.
Nabiki gasped, clutching her heart and staggered over to the near by
wall. Ranko noticed her distress and went over to see if she was all
right.
“I’ve just lost my future fortune,” Nabiki told her. “Quick,
call Ukyo and have her meet me in the walk-in closet, ASAP!”
Before she could ask what was going on, Nabiki left leaving Ranko
stunned.
“Sounds like we need to leave,” she muttered, activating her
comlink.
* * * * *
The seconds ticked away, Sachi watching with eager anticipation
as the last few ticks passed. “Five minutes, boss,” he announced to
Maeda.
Okura frowned angered by Nabiki’s rebuff of his threat to her.
Well, I guess she must be punished he thought, casting a wary eye over
at Vicky. He looked over to his two minions standing ready to carry out
his threat and said, “Go get her.”
They literally raced each other for the door, but when they
opened it there stood Tatewaki Kuno much to their surprise.
“Thank you, gentlemen,” he said walking in. “I was informed your
employer was here and wished to discuss matters of importance with me.
Is he available?”
Victoria rose up out of her chair cheered by the sudden
appearance of Tatewaki. “See I told you, she said to Okura and step
aside allowing Tatewaki to sit down.
Maeda remained speechless for a moment, and then cleared his
throat. “Tatewaki… why yes you are correct, I have been trying to get
you in here all night.
“Well then, you’re efforts have paid off. Here I am.”
Is this some sort of trick, wondered Okura? No sense in passing
up this opportunity, he pulled his chair closer to Tatewaki and smiled.
“Tatewaki, I—.”
“Excuse me, Okura,” interrupted Tatewaki, “but before you start,
is there something wrong with your men? They seem a bit saddened.”
There were dejected looks on Tanyun and Sachi’s faces, the thrill
of bringing down Nabiki Tendo cut from under them like a stalk of
harvested bamboo.
“No, just disappointed.”
“I see… then it will be alright if we discuss business alone?”
Maeda drew back eyeing Tatewaki; who shrugged questioningly in
response.
“No, I see no reason why not,” he finally answered, motioning for
the three to leave. Once the door was closed, Okura sat forward again
determined to get this conversation going.
“Tatewaki. I would like to speak with you about maybe investing
into your lucrative organization.”
“So Nabiki has mentioned to me several times.”
“—and so since you know how powerful and influential my
organization is, then you will see the benefits of allowing me to
partake in the financial growth the Kuno Industries are experiencing
right now.”
“Yes, yes… an excellent idea if I may say so.”
“—now I know you have heard rumors about —what did you say?”
“I said it sounds like an excellent suggestion.”
Maeda did a double-take, not certain of what he heard. “You
think my proposal is an excellent one?” he asked.
“Why yes.”
No this was going to easy. Tatewaki Kuno was not known a being
the brightest star in the sky, but to give in without even some form of
resistance did not fit him at all. Okura sat back, strumming his
fingers on the armrest of the chair trying to figure out what was really
going on.
“Tatewaki, I have been pursuing you with this for the last six
months and all my representatives have received are cold replies of
never. Now, out of the blue, you say you would like to merge with my
company?”
“Merger? I’ve not said anything about a merger.”
“But you said—.”
“—that the proposal sounded good. I did not agree to any
concepts of merger.”
Maeda crossed his fingers before him. “So what are you saying,
Tatewaki?” he said leaning forward.
“I’m not really sure, Okura,” answered Tatewaki. “You see
normally I would not have such indecisiveness. However; there seems to
be a void in my corporation now.”
“A void?”
With apparent distress only Tatewaki could portray, he placed a
hand to his face and leaned slightly to one side. “Yes,” he said, “and
you are the reason for it all.”
“I am?”
“You absconded with my chief consultant, Nabiki Tendo.”
Right, Nabiki of course, thought Okura. The tête-à-tête of
theirs, and this love struck idiot has fallen into her sticky web, the
fool! Maeda chuckled, sitting back in his chair.
“Nabiki meant that much to you?”
Tatewaki turned with a wanting expression written on his face.
“She was the core of my consultations! My trusted advisor! I knew if I
asked her for advice or a recommendation about business ventures that it
would be one hundred percent accurate!”
He sat back resting his head in one hand to stare down at the
floor.
“Hmm, she is that good?”
“Invaluable,” replied Tatewaki. After a moment he added, “—and
she also does a mean impersonation of a python snake too.”
“Now that I believe,” commented Okura.
“Then you understand how I feel.”
“Eh… slightly. T-Tatewaki, let get this straight. You will only
consider my proposal if you have a chance to consult with Nabiki.”
“She was my best source of information.”
This smacks of a Nabiki Tendo scheme, thought Okura. He narrowed
an eye at Tatewaki, head tipping forward in an act of disbelief. “I do
not believe one very manipulative woman could have such an impact on
you, Mister Kuno.”
Tatewaki sat back with a laugh. “Why then you force me to
‘discount’ your offer, Mister Maeda,” he answered. The humor faded and
he locked a steady gaze on Okura. “Not to be insulting, but quite
frankly, Okura… I don’t trust you.”
“Oh is that so?”
“Nothing personal, but your company’s reputation precedes you,
and that is information I cannot ignore.”
A flash of irritation came to Okura, but he had to agree with
Tatewaki. If he were in his shoes he would do the same thing. Maybe
there was a bit of spark in this Kuno after all.
“No insult taken, Tatewaki. I completely understand. So how do
we go about bridging this impasse, eh?”
Tatewaki paused to think a moment. “Well, since Nabiki is here,
and we still have some time before your gracious party ends, why don’t I
go and discuss this with her.”
“Discuss this with her… acceptable. How much time will you need
to ‘talk’ with Nabiki?”
“Hmm… in all due fairness to you, Okura since I know you are
waiting desperately for my answer soon… lets say fifteen, twenty
minutes?”
That surprised Maeda. “Such a short time? Are you sure you two
will not need more?”
“No, Nabiki is very brief and thorough. That should be plenty of
time.”
It was Maeda’s turn to think and then he stood up. “I’ll go and
get Nabiki.”
“No bother,” said Tatewaki, getting up as well. “I’ll go and
speak with her.”
“I was thinking you two might want to be alone.”
“In here? Too confining, and besides I think you should remain
instead of roaming about out there and get lost again?”
Again Okura paused and then sat back down. Tatewaki bowed and
opened the door. Sachi and Tanyun standing guard outside turned not
expecting him to appear so soon.
“Oh yes, Okura,” said Tatewaki, “When Nabiki and I return, maybe
you could have some drinks and some snacks for us handy? We’ll make it
small party within a party, hmm?”
He left leaving Sachi and Tanyun glanced back and forth in total
confusion. “Uh, boss?” questioned Sachi.
“Well, you heard him!” said Okura, “Go get some drinks and a food
platter, and be quick about it!”
Sachi and Tanyun traded looks and shrugged going to do as
instructed.
* * * * *
Nervously Nabiki paced up and down the middle of the foyer
closet, Ukyo standing off to one side watching her as she waited for
word from Akane.
“Nabiki, you’re going to walk your way clear through that floor
if you don’t stop,” she said.
“I can’t! Tatewaki is selling his soul to the devil, and Akane
is not finished opening that bloody safe yet!”
“And worrying is going to help? Akane is working as fast as she
can and I’m sure Tatewaki is not going to do anything stupid.”
Nabiki stopped staring at Ukyo.
“Okay, maybe not something totally stupid, but we’ll fix it!”
Not reassuring, Nabiki shook her head. “Status?” she asked.
“I just asked not three minutes ago.”
“Ukyo, please!”
Ukyo activated her link. [Akane, how’s it coming?]
[It would be going a lot better if you’d stop bugging me!]
[Hey, blame your sister, I’m just the relay.]
[Tell her to relax, Ukyo,] said Doctor Tofu.
“Doc says take two chill pills and call him in the morning,”
joked Ukyo.
“What? Gimme that thing!” Nabiki snapped. Ukyo fended her off,
laughing all the while and then Akane called her.
[What’s up?]
[I’m about to do the combination,] Akane said. The fingers of
her left hand were poised over the keypad, the keycard in her right
ready to slide it through the slot. [Okay, here’s the big question. Is
it swipe and combo or combo and then swipe?]
[Yikes! Good question. Hikaru?]
[I believe it is swipe and combo,]
[You believe? You believe, Hikaru?] said Doctor Tofu. [You have
to be sure here, man!]
[Okay… swipe and combo is my answer.]
Akane sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. It would have to
be and she placed the keycard at the top of the slot.
[You just have to make sure you key the combo within ten seconds
of the swipe.]
She hesitated. [Hikaru, are there anymore secrets I need to know
before I do this?]
Doctor Tofu swatted Hikaru repeatedly on the head with rolled up
pad of paper. “Think, man, think!” he scolded the misguided
technophobe.
[Uh, ah, no, I don’t think so!]
[Are you sure?]
The blows rained down again. [Yes, yes, yes, I’m sure!]
A last quick prayer, Akane swiped the keycard through the slot,
rapidly pressing the numbers on the keypad praying that she got the
combination correct. Nothing happened at first and then there was a
light click.
[I’m in!] she told them.
“Akane’s in the safe,” Ukyo told Nabiki.
She literally leaped for joy, relieved that this part was over.
“Ask her what she’s found so far.”
[Akane, what’ve you got?]
Akane pulled out a large manila pouch, opening it up discovering
the original printouts of Nabiki’s personal ledgers. Another smaller
white envelope held the condemning pictures of her night with Tatewaki
along with the negatives.
[I’ve found all of the originals.]
“You’re clean,” reported Ukyo.
“That’s great, but we need the access codes for Maeda’s
electronic copies,” replied Nabiki.
[Akane, you see anything that looks like geek-speak?]
Akane smirked at the request, but continued to go through the
items in the safe. [A lot of books in here. They look like ledgers.
There’s some CD’s in here, a few other things I don’t know what they are
for.]
[Akane,] called Hikaru. [Normally online storage companies will
send access information and passwords by regular mail. Look for some
letters.]
She fished deeper into the safe and came across a small bundle of
envelopes wrapped together by a rubber band. [Found something,] she
said, pulling one out of the pile. Akane looked over the address and
then read it to Hikaru.
[E-safe Commercial?]
[That’s one!]
While Akane read off the information to Hikaru, Ukyo updated
Nabiki on their status. “Akane’s said she’s found a lot of junk in the
safe besides stuff on you.”
“Junk?” wondered Nabiki. “What kind of ‘junk’ are we talking
about?”
“She said there are some books and disk and odd stuff.”
“Disk?”
An odd grin appeared, Nabiki thinking what a joyous opportunity
this turned out to be. There was gain to be made here, and she never
turned away from opportunity especially when it literally fell right
into her lap.
“Ukyo, tell Akane to take everything that is in that safe.”
“Everything?”
“Clean it out. If there’s even a trace of dust in there, I want
it too.”
“Alright. You want Hikaru to keep wiping out the electronic
stuff?”
“Yes, that will guarantee the worth of our plunder.”
Ukyo passed along the instructions as Nabiki gloated over her new
path of impending destruction. This will be so sweet, she thought
ecstatically, Okura Maeda at my feet, ready to be plucked, stuffed and
roasted! Oh this is going to feel so, so good!
“Nabiki,” called Ukyo, “Hikaru’s linked up to the Internet and is
accessing the online files now.”
“Gimme,” said Nabiki, reaching for the comlink. She put it on
listening in to the conversation.
[Wow! This one’s in Texas,] commented Hikaru.
[Maeda’s planted these files all over the world,] said Ono.
[Wipe them all, guys.]
[Nabiki?]
[Yep, it’s me.]
[You know you are an unofficial world-wide celebrity,] Hikaru
told her.
[Well un-celebrate me, Gosunkugi. I don’t want a trace of
anything left on those servers.]
Hikaru had a world map up on the display, red flashing dot
sprinkled around the globe marking where Okura’s people had placed all
of the electronic files on Nabiki. His fingers moved rapidly around the
marred keyboard, entering commands, re-writing strings of code. Ono
stood amazed by the ease he worked and then Gosunkugi sat back.
[Ready to nuke,] he told them.
[Waste’em,] ordered Nabiki, and with a press of a key, the red
dot began to disappear one by one.
Hikaru smiled. “Ahhh, I just love my job,” he said to Doctor
Tofu.
Ono stared at him. “You’re such a geek, Hikaru. We desperately
need to find you a woman.”
The last red dot winked and out Doctor Tofu reported to Nabiki
that the cleansing was complete.
[Then this caper is over!] she declared. [Akane, you and Ryoga
get ready to go. Doc—.]
[We’ll be there in five minutes.]
[Great. Ranko, start passing along the word to the others. It’s
time to leave.]
Akane and Ono signed off, but there was no answer from Ranko.
Nabiki figured she was somewhere out in the open and decided to go and
help pass the word.
“Ukyo, get the kitchen,” she continued, heading for the door.
“Kasumi will need help carrying out our trays and—.”
She opened the door and abruptly stopped in mid-sentence finding
herself face to face with Victoria Saffron. Behind her, Mousse and
Ranko stood with heads bowed holding their empty trays in their hands by
one end, dreading to see what was going to happen next. Ukyo came up
and gasped dropping down behind Nabiki.
Nobody spoke, tension filling the air. Vicky arched a brow at
Nabiki slowly looking back at Ranko and Mousse, twisting her lips to one
side with annoyance. She leaned over glanced down at Ukyo, then at
Nabiki again. Much to Nabiki’s surprise, Vicky’s annoyed expression
faded away replaced by a slight smile.
“Whatever it is you’re doing, Nabiki, you better do it quick.
Okura is starting to get impatient,” said Vicky. She gave her a playful
tap on the nose with a finger, turned and left.
“What was that?” asked Ukyo.
Nabiki watched Vicky go and smiled. “That was a gift between
friends, Ukyo,” she answered.
“We’re sorry, Nabiki!” said Ranko, “but she forced us to take her
too you!”
“No harm done. Now its time to go. Do you both remember what to
do?”
Ranko nodded, but Mousse grumbled venomously under his breath.
“Why do I have to be part of the rearguard?”
“Because you and Ranko are in the front room, so stop complaining
and get set, okay?”
He nodded.
“Right then. Ukyo, gather our people. I’m going to go find my
man.”
* * * * *
The team moved swiftly, Ukyo alerting Konatsu, Tsubasa and
Kodachi that it was time to depart. The two began their phase of the
departure plan, loading up with assorted drink to carry outside.
Kodachi filled the last glass on Konatsu’s tray and then shutdown all of
the taps around the bar.
“Hurry it up, Kodachi,” urged Konatsu waiting impatiently for her
to finish.
“Hold on. A good bartender never leaves her station improperly
secured.”
She cleared the bar of leftover drinks and coasters, gathered up
her special bundle of ‘borrowed’ liquors and came around the front. She
reached back over the counter and grabbed a white placard sign which
read, “On break”, set it on the bar and smiled following the two out
towards the front door.
Meanwhile, Ukyo went in to the kitchen to gather up Kasumi and
Akari. She found Kasumi sitting dejected on the floor near the
refrigerators, listening as Jean-Claude rambled on about proper meal
preparations and other oddities that she simply found revolting as a
chef. Ukyo called her and she looked up.
“Time to bail, girlfriend,” she said and that lit up Kasumi’s
face.
She stood and motioned for Akari; opening up the refrigerator and
handed back several large trays of prepared snacks and other goodies.
Shampoo came in with a cart and they loaded it up with several more.
“Keep an eye on thing in here, boys,” Kasumi said to the two
guards watching in slight confusion. They blushed, scratching the backs
of their heads like young schoolboys completely mesmerized by her charm.
Out the door went the four, and then Kasumi let out a small gasp
stopping them. She held up a finger and quickly rushed back inside the
kitchen. Ukyo and Akari frowned wondering what it was they had forgot
to get. The answer came soon enough.
“What is it, STEU-PID TEN-DEU? Can you not see I am repairing
your embarrassing feuds?”
…
…
SMACK!
CLUNK!
…
…
Kasumi reappeared, rubbing her knuckles with satisfaction. “We
can go now,” she told them.
In the main room, Nabiki searched for Tatewaki, finding him
seated in a chair over next to the window. “Tatewaki,” she said.
“Ah, Nabiki… I have garnered some more time for us now.”
“What did you do? Did you sell us out?”
Tatewaki laughed. “No, no, no. I merely told Okura to await our
return after we have had time to chat, that’s all.”
Nabiki stuttered, amazed he came up with such an idea. It maybe
good, but then hopefully Maeda, or his two henchmen would not come out
to check up on their progress. She reached down and pulled him up out
of the chair.
“It’s time to go, hon,” she whispered.
“At last. Success?”
“More than I imagined. Now keep your head down and follow me.
Konatsu and Tsubasa are creating a diversion for us so we can slip out.”
“Lead on, my dear.”
They headed back through the room, careful to keep a wide berth
from the den. Konatsu and Tsubasa had strategically positioned
themselves in the way passing out the last few drinks telling everyone
that this is last serving for the night. Immediately a crowd ensured
briefly blocking Tanyun and Sachi’s view allowing them to slip out.
They met up with the others in the foyer, Nabiki taking a quick count
before moving on to the next part of the escape.
With Kasumi in the lead, they went outside and Nabiki called out
to all of the guards there.
“Gentlemen, we would like to take this time to present you with
some snacks courtesy of my darling sister, Kasumi Tendo,” she announced.
The guards stood amazed at the delicacies offered, and in a flash
swarmed over to gorge themselves. Quietly, the team made their way from
the gathering, down the walkway towards the gate. In Maeda’s office,
Ryoga and Akane watched as the guards below deserted their post.
“It’s time,” said Ryoga, opening the windows. Akane handed him a
pistol sized, air-propelled launcher and he affixed the grappling hook
to the end. With a pop it sailed out through the air over the wall
tangling up in the branches of a large tree just on the other side.
They pulled it tight; Akane tying the end off to the base of the heater
beneath the window.
“Think that will hold us?” she asked.
This was not the time for jokes, Ryoga giving her a hesitant nod.
He climbed up swinging his legs out the window. Akane slung
their bag over her shoulders and climbed onto his back.
“Okay, Tom, let’s go,” she told him.
Ryoga grinned, attached a pulley and handlebar rig onto the rope
then leaped out propelling them across the way to the wall. Once there,
he pulled himself up and lowered Akane down to the ground before leaping
after her.
“All too easy,” he said and they went to make their rendezvous
with the others.
Out front, Ono drove the van up just pass the entrance of the
gate, its lights out to prevent any unwanted attention. Nervously he
waited and then they opened, Kasumi, Nabiki, Tatewaki, Kodachi and Ukyo
leading the way. Hikaru threw open the door and they dashed inside.
“Aw, What is that smell?” cried Ukyo as she climbed in.
“And what happened to all of the seats?” added Nabiki.
“Get in, sit down, and shut up,” snapped Ono.
Nabiki cringed and complied moving forward as the others
continued to make their way out. Kasumi climbed into the front
passengers’ seat and even in the dim light could see how swollen and red
Doctor Tofu’s face had become. “Ono!” she said reaching out to him. He
shied away and said, “Later, dear. It’s a long story that I’ll tell you
once we’re away from this place.”
Konatsu and Tsubasa held the gate open, waving to Shampoo and
Akari to get a move on. They set their trays down amidst the feasting
guards and Shampoo turned whistling to Ranko and Mousse watching the
front entrance. Ranko gave Mousse a nudge and they both started down
the steps when suddenly a voice called to them from behind.
There stood Chino at the doorway, strips of satin sheet still
wrapped around his arms and legs. “Moussa,” he called again with a
beckoning gaze.
Ranko was already sprinting for the gate, but in high heels
Mousse barely was able to maintain his balance as he fled. He could
hear Chino coming after him and screamed, pulling one foot up ripping
off the torturous apparel and slung it back right into his face. Chino
fell back but quickly was up on his knees desperately reaching out to
him.
“Moussa, please! I love you!” he cried.
The other shoe smacked Chino in the face; Mousse screeching at
the top of his lungs as he ran down the walkway to the van. “Let’s go,
let’s go, let’s go!” he shouted and Doctor Tofu hit the gas, speeding
down the road. A quick flick of the headlights and Akane stepped from
the surrounding trees flashing her light. They stopped long enough for
the two to climb in and were quickly continuing their flight away from
Okura Maeda’s estate too freedom.
High-fives and cheers passed amongst them, congratulating each
other on a job well done. Nabiki sat with flashlight in hand peering
down at the contents of the black bag in her lap, eagerly anticipating
the mayhem she was about to unleash in the next few days. She closed it
up and let out a sigh of relief.
“Thanks, guys,” she said to the others, “Without your help I’d
still be slaving away for that bastard Maeda.”
“Don’t thank us yet, Nabiki,” said Ranko. “We still have to deal
with him, and he’s not going to be very happy about what we did.”
“True, but after I get done, we’ll never see his ugly face around
Nerima again.”
“Just Nerima?” commented Ukyo.
They all laughed and Nabiki knew it all lay with her now to get
Okura Maeda off their backs forever. She pulled the bag tighter to her
body, hoping that what she finds in here enough to accomplish this.
“I still owe you guys’ big time,” she said.
“You bet, and my new apartment will thank you in the future,”
replied Konatsu.
“Uh, we might have to talk about that there, Konatsu,” Ukyo said.
“No, no!” shouted Tsubasa, “I was going to order cable too!”
Mousse made his way up to Nabiki. “There’s only one thing I want
right now, Nabiki, and that’s the keys to this trap you’ve imprisoned me
in.”
“What, you not wait until I get you home?” asked Shampoo with a
mischievous glint in her eyes. “You not like having new boyfriend…
‘Moussa’?”
“—and that’s a name I don’t want to hear again!” continued Mousse
amid their laughs. “Keys!”
Nabiki reached into her pocket handing Mousse a set of keys. He
moved back and it grew quiet. She cut her eyes from side to side and
then said, “Okay, Ryoga. You can do it now.”
Ryoga frowned wondering what she was talking about. Nabiki
turned back arching a brow giving him a thoughtful grin. He looked at
her for a second and it dawned on him what she meant. His expression
grew bright and grinning from ear to ear began to sing.
“DAHHHHH…. Dahnt, dahnt, dahnt-dahnt! Dahnt, dahnt, dahnt-dunt!
Dahnt, dahnt, dahnt-dahnt! Dahnt, dahnt, dahnt-dunt!”
Akari rolled her eyes ready to smack him, but then Nabiki
suddenly joined in. “DADADAHHH… DADADAHHH… DADADAHHH… DAH-DAHT!”
The rest of the team listened to them briefly, traded looks and
shrugged joining into the song as well, singing it all the way back to
Nerima and home…
* * * * *
It was getting close to Tatewaki’s return; Okura eying his watch
expectantly still feeling a bit unsure about the Kuno’s intentions.
Across from him Victoria sat sipping a Manhattan Ice Tea from the range
of drinks on a cart next to them, watching him with slight humor in her
eyes. Finally, Maeda could wait no more and called for Sachi standing
guard outside.
The door opened Sachi leaning inside. “Yeah, boss?” he said over
the millings of the guest behind him.
“Have you seen Tatewaki and Nabiki yet? They should have— what
is going on out there?”
“The guests are taking what’s left of the drinks and those
fantastic snacks Miss Kasumi made for them.”
“They are, and what do you mean ‘what’s left’ of the drinks?”
“Yeah, boss. Bars closed and the guests are getting what’s left
before they leave.”
Okura’s jaw dropped open in surprise. “Who closed the bar?” he
asked standing up.
“Well those two hound dogs announced that the bar was closing and
that you were calling it a night.”
“I what? A-a-and you did not stop them?”
Sachi shrugged. “Gee boss, I thought this was part of your
arraignment with Kuno. You did say that you and he were going to have a
small get together in here, so we figured—.”
“—you figured wrong!” roared Maeda. He went to the doorway
frantically looking around the crowd in search of Tatewaki. He and
Nabiki were nowhere to be seen and the blood in his veins began to boil.
“They’re gone!” he exclaimed, and then he noticed another
important fact. “Where is Chino? Where is Chino!”
Tanyun tugged nervously at his collar before answering. “He’s,
ah… kind ‘a busy chasing after that Moussa-thing, boss.”
“Moussa-thing?”
“Yeah, the whimperer.”
“The whimperer?”
“You know boss… the ‘Tranny’.”
Okura started, staring confused at him. He turned ready to tear
into Sachi again and looked back Tanyun. “Tranny?” he said.
“Yeah, boss. Nabiki brought three of ‘em with her tonight.”
“You mean Female Impersonators?”
“Yeah, boss,” said Sachi, “and Chino’s kind of gotten the hots
for that one drawing the crowd.”
Looking back and forth between his two men, Maeda stood
dumbfounded for a moment trying to piece together what was happening.
“Go get Nabiki,” he snarled furiously.
“Just her or Tate—,” started Sachi but Okura clutched him by the
throat.
“Nabiki! I want Nabiki! Now GO!” he shouted thrusting Sachi out
into the crowd.
His men scurried off though the now departing guests and then
from behind he heard a chuckle. Maeda rounded on her but she remained
calm taking another sip from her drink.
“I told you she wouldn’t be an easy person to control, Okura,”
she said.
“How much of this did you know about?”
“Nothing. I’m as lost as you are, but you have to admit she
pulled this off with such elegance, wouldn’t you agree?”
Maeda stood with fist balled, his entire body shaking from rage.
Sachi suddenly ran in bringing him around.
“Uh, bad news, boss!”
“She’s gone,” guessed Okura.
“And took all of her people with her.”
“And Chino?”
“Out front hugging a pair of pumps.”
Okura sneered. Tanyun walked in and from the expression on his
face this meant more bad news.
“Uh, boss—.”
“Safes been cleaned out.”
Tanyun nodded, looking away humiliated by the breech of his
security.
She tricked me after all, thought Okura. The little witch threw
a spell over us all and made off with all of my holdings. Well, she
will regret ever crossing me I will see to that.
“Sachi… get every one of our street reps on the line. Tell them
to converge on Nerima. Tanyun, round up all of your men. You are going
after Miss Nabiki Tendo and her friends. Nerima is about to become a
very painful place to live.”
Okura set a dark gaze upon the two. “Am I clear about this?”
They nodded and he sent them away.
Vicky got up moving behind him. “Okura,” she began, but he held
up a hand stopping her.
There was nothing she could say or do that would ease Okura
Maeda’s wrath. He stood watching his guests depart and then briefly cut
his eyes to her. Maeda pressed his lips tight together and stormed off,
death clearly written in his eyes…
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