Menace Association Chapter: 6

The floor was slick with blood. She dragged the two men's bodies through their underground basement.

A sinister smile stretched across her lips as she plotted her next move.

It was already 12 noon when Akira finally woke up.

Her head throbbed and her vision was blurry as if she almost can't see anything, the woman leaned her back towards the headboard of trying to recall something last night. She grimaced as searing pain racked her entire body.

"God, did they took advantage of me?" Akira whispered to herself as she bite her lips. The woman was about to cry when the door suddenly opened, revealing Agatha with a tray of food in her hands. She hugged herself tightly her whole body was trembling.

Agatha sat beside her, a furrow in her brow, her eyes wide and clouded with worry as she placed the tray on Akira's lap.

The tremor in her friend's hands was barely perceptible, but the tension in her shoulders spoke volumes.

"Hey, how are you feeling? Are you okay?" she asked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind of her best friend's ear.

"Legends whisper of angels with hair like pink, but my vision reveals a truth more radiant, their tresses gleam with the incandescent light of rose gold" Akira said in her thoughts.

She nodded as her hands starts trembling. "Hey, hey," Agatha said pulling her into a hug comforting her best friend. "Don't worry, they didn't do something because i wouldn't let them" she whispered at Akira while stroking her hair as she hugged her back and rested her head on her shoulder.

"Look what i did to those awful people," Agatha said clenching her jaw then she handed me her phone.

Police are investigating the gruesome discovery of two bodies found in the Naka River this morning. Both victims, adult males, were unidentified. The cause of death is listed as homicide, with authorities noting the mutilation of the bodies; eyes, tongues, and genitals were missing from both victims. A note was found in the mouths of both victims, reading "YOURS, TRULY SHINIGAMI," with the Japanese name リリス (Lilith) written below. Police have described the killer as highly skilled, and the investigation is ongoing with no suspects currently identified. The brutal nature of the killings has sent shockwaves through the community, prompting widespread fear and concern.

The woman sighed in relief, wiping the tears rolling down my cheeks with the back of my hand. "They deserved it"

Agatha ruffled Akira's hair. "See ya at five. Gotta do some paperworks at the shop. Just shoot me a call if you need anything, alright?"

Akira just nodded and smiled "Thanks angel, i've request an off today to Fuji"

"Psst... hey, remember how much we love takoyaki? I'm seriously craving some right now. Any chance you're grabbing some on your way back?" she requested like a child.

The woman let out a hearty chuckle. "Sure thing," she said, playfully ruffling Akira's hair. "But you better not forget your meds, or I'll be coming after you with a spoon full of that awful stuff!" Akira laughed as she gave a playful thumbs-up, and waved goodbye.

Agatha yawned, her eyes heavy from only two hours of sleep, as she struggled through her paperwork. "Those bastards can rot in hell," she muttered under her breath, lost in thought. She didn't notice a figure entering her shop and browsing the artwork displayed on the wall.

She quickly walked towards the person and bowed, "Good afternoon, sir. Welcome! Is there anything else I can help you with?"

The man glanced at her, and Agatha realized with a jolt that he was the guy who had recorded the video of her.

"Can you be my personal slut-"

"I'm sorry, what?"

He chuckled at her reaction, a low, amused sound. "Nothing, really," he said. "I just heard your shop's name everywhere. Even my coworkers recommended it." He placed his hands in his pockets, then poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he surveyed the shop.

"Oh, sir, I'm so glad to hear that! My shop only opened a year ago," Agatha said, beaming.

"Hmm, interesting," he said, walking towards the hydraulic chair and taking a seat. He pulled out his phone and showed her an image of Yamata-no-Orochi, the eight-headed, eight-tailed serpent. "Can you do this for me pretty?"

Agatha nodded, a visible weight lifting from her shoulders. "Yes, sir, of course! That's one of my favorite serpents from Japanese mythology," she added, a genuine smile finally breaking through her earlier apprehension.

The man pursed his lips, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Well, can we start then, shall we?"

"Of course, sir," Agatha replied, "I'll be back right awawly. Just need to gather the tools I need." She bowed to him politely and then left for a moment.

As she returned with her tools, she found him already half-naked, leaning back on the armrest while he's man spreading. Agatha was speechless, momentarily stunned.

We need to stay focused, she reminded herself, trying to regain her composure.

"Hey," he said, the greeting devoid of warmth, a low, menacing purr that sent a chill down her spine. His lazy, ocean-blue eyes, though seemingly lifeless, held a predatory intensity that pierced her soul.

She walked towards him, her instincts urging her to sit on his lap. But then she remembered – they weren't the Hasegawa brothers. She stopped, her heart pounding, and took a seat in front of him instead.

"By the way," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr that sent shivers down her spine and made her knees weak, "I wanted it placed... here," he added, pointing to a spot near his collarbone.

"I'll take note of that" she said, flashing him a sweet smile. "I promise I won't disappoint you."

He ran his fingers through his hair, adjusting himself in the chair. "Alright," he said his voice was smooth and confident, "I'll pay extra if I'm amazed by the results."

Agatha started to sketch the image of the serpent. The man turned his head sideways, meeting her gaze. "You said Orochi was one of your favorite Japanese mythology creatures, right? Can you tell me a story about it?" he asked.

"Yup, sure," she replied, her focus still on her work.

"I'm all ears," he said, leaning back in his chair.

"Well, ages ago," she began, her voice soft but clear, "the storm god Susano was thrown out of heaven and descended to earth at Mount Torikama near the Hi River in Izumo Province."

Agatha finished the sketch and began preparing her needles, her voice continuing to weave the story as she worked.

"There, he came upon an elderly couple of gods named Ashinazuchi and Tenazuchi, who were weeping."

"When Susanoo asked why they were weeping," Agatha began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "the old gods confessed a terrible secret. They'd once had eight beautiful daughters, but each year, a monstrous beast claimed one as a sacrifice."

She paused, letting the horror of the situation hang in the air before continuing. "They were down to their last daughter, the lovely Kushinada-hime. The serpent's return was imminent; the shadow of its eight heads and eight tails loomed large over their lives."

The man listened, captivated, the prick of the needles a mere distraction as the story unfolded.

"But Susanoo," Agatha's voice rose, a hint of dramatic flair entering her narration, "wasn't just any god. He was the powerful elder brother of the sun goddess Amaterasu! He declared he would slay the beast – but only if he could claim Kushinada-hime's hand in marriage as his reward."

"The desperate parents agreed. Susanoo, a whirlwind of divine power, devised a cunning plan. First, he transformed Kushinada-hime into a comb, tucking her safely away in his hair. Then, he ordered the construction of a mighty fence, eight gates strong, one for each of the serpent's fearsome heads." Agatha's eyes sparkled with the thrill of the tale.

His gaze was fixed on her lips, full and tempting, his Adam's apple bobbing as he fought the overwhelming urge to kiss her. The story was as intoxicating as she was.

His eyes laid on her plump lips, as his adams apple moving up and down controlling his self from crashing his into her.