"Reflections in the Waves - S by JaAiden, Oct 7, 2010, 3:19:4"
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Reflections in the Waves - S
by JaAiden, Oct 7, 2010, 3:19:47 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Erotic / Short Stories
Reflections in the Waves - Sayoko's Perspective

By Ja'Aiden


Things are always so exciting at times like this, thought Sayoko.

Of course, it's so rare these days that you can find a mark so perfectly ideal, completely isolated and unable to call for help. However, a little searching on the internet had led Sayoko to a wonderful little resort on one of the Okinawa islands called Iriomote, which at the moment was nearly abandoned thanks to a combination of the economic crash and the island's reputation for being a bit costly to visit. That meant the only people likely to visit there, Sayoko reasoned, would be those who were particularly wealthy.

Sayoko watched her soon-to-be victim as the woman lounged peacefully on a towel watching the sunset from a spot on a beach she undoubtedly thought miles away from any living person, or any sign of civilization. Nothing could be heard except the waves lapping the shore and the breeze blowing in the trees. It was perfect.

Sayoko had spent most of her life as a thief – previously working for her father as a part of the Yakuza, now striking out on her own, trying to live her own life. Funny how things changed – threats and intimidation were the weapons of choice back then, but these days it was far more practical to use a knife or a gun. Of course, times were simpler then – if you wanted someone else's property you simply told them there would be serious repercussions if they didn't hand it over, no need for all this fighting and dirty work. However, the times change, and those who are wise change with them. The Yakuza was becoming less like a criminal organization and more like a business organization, and even back when she had a hands-on role as enforcer, Sayoko had always really felt like she was mostly collecting money from people already willing to give it to her. Now she could finally see some action, and occasionally even indulge some of her more sadistic impulses, something she'd never been allowed to do in the Yakuza.

But now she was reaping the benefits of having been brought up by a gangster-businessman. A common thief might hang out at a local mall, but Sayoko knew the risks in that sort of work were high, and the payoffs uncertain. Her experience lent to a more analytical approach, judging risk and reward, and ultimately she landed on what seemed like an ideal plan, to live in a house boat off of some sparsely-populated tropical paradise, living off of the rich tourists. There was no need to mug them, either – she could simply slit their throats as they lay vulnerable and alone near the beach, and when she was done she would simply tug the body behind her boat  for a while and give the sharks some time with it so that when the body was finally found (or most of it, anyway), there was no question that this person had simply had an unfortunate run-in with nature. Meanwhile, Sayoko could  live off of the contents of their wallets for sometimes as much as a year, and if anyone started asking questions, she could simply move on to a different island.

This time, however, things were different. Sayoko had spotted the woman in town and instantly felt she had "payday" written all over her – the woman's necklace alone would fetch a fortune on eBay, and she walked around like someone who didn't seem to suspect for a moment that someone might mug or attack them. Sayoko could tell that if she got just one moment alone with this woman that she'd be set for life. And, sadly, this poor woman would never live to see another day again.

Sayoko pulled out her military-style combat knife and slunk through the sand towards her kill while the unwitting woman took a sip from her drink. It would take less than a second to grab the woman's hair, tug her head back, and cut open her neck. As it turned out, that was too long.

Sayoko reached out her hand to grab the woman's hair, and no sooner had she done so than the woman had somehow twisted her body to kick her in the face. After a moment of disorientation, Sayoko took a moment to look over her opponent a second time.

While Sayoko wore a form-fitting black neoprene wetsuit over her toned athletic figure in case she needed to escape into the water, and kept her brown hair short so it wouldn't get in her way, the woman she was facing wore a revealing red two-piece string bikini, and had long, flowing black hair, with that expensive-looking gold necklace still dangling from her neck. The woman looked like a supermodel, but that martial arts move and her impressive-looking karate stance made it clear that apparently there was more to this woman than what met the eye.

"An assassin?" the woman asked, in a tone that seemed more confused than afraid.

"Could be," Sayoko smirked, "but if you hand over your purse and your necklace real nice and easy, I'll let you live and you can go on with your vacation."

"Oh. A thief," the woman said, rolling her eyes dismissively, "No. No, I don't feel like indulging a thief today, thank you. Scurry along, now."

And with this, she turned around and began to brush the sand off of her towel.

This was not at all the response Sayoko expected. Sayoko tried again.

"You know, we can still do that assassination thing if you want..." Sayoko said through gritted teeth, trying not to let her anger show.

The woman seemed to stand still for a moment, and Sayoko wondered what she was thinking.

"Very well," the woman said, turning around with a determined look on her face, "but first, your name."

"What?" Sayoko asked, perplexed, "What do you mean? Are you giving me your money or what?"

"If you can kill me," the woman said with an eerie smile, "you can have everything. But I'd at least like to know the name of my attacker."

Sayoko hesitated a moment. What would it matter if the woman knew her name? She was unarmed, and she'd be dead soon anyway. If knowing her killer's name would give her some comfort in her last breaths, the woman may as well get her last wish.

"My name is Sayoko, bitch," she spat at the woman, "So are you ready to die now?"

"And I," the woman responded haughtily, "am Abi-Hime. Attack when you are ready."

Sayoko hesitated for a moment. This was not the way this sort of thing was supposed to go. But then, she did still have the knife.

In a sudden burst of movement, Sayoko leapt at Abi-Hime, the knife arcing down in front of her. Abi-Hime casually stepped out of its path. Sayoko pressed forward with her attack, wildly slicing at Abi-Hime, but each time, Abi-Hime calmly sidestepped or dodged the slash.

Abi-Hime kept smiling at Sayoko coldly, and  Sayoko was beginning to get frustrated by this. Every time her knife hit air, Sayoko redoubled her efforts, hoping that just once her attack would be fast enough to strike before Abi-Hime could evade it. Finally Abi-Hime's arm struck out smoothly to grab Sayoko's wrist.

With Sayoko's knife hand held firmly in place, Abi-Hime leaned in to taunt her, but Sayoko didn't give her the opportunity. As the woman's mouth opened to speak, Sayoko rammed her knee into Abi-Hime's crotch, swiftly followed by a rising elbow to Abi-Hime's chin with Sayoko's free arm.

This was enough to get the woman to release her wrist, and Sayoko didn't wait for her to recover. She quickly thrust her knife forward, and although Abi-Hime was once again able to dodge, this time the knife sliced through more than just air, as a long red streak of blood flashed across the woman's stomach.

The woman stumbled backwards, and Sayoko watched in amusement as this rich bitch started to realize the gravity of her situation. She drank in the woman's sinking realization as Abi-Hime brought a hand down to feel her wound. Maybe now this cunt will show me some goddamn respect! However, Sayoko was once again surprised as the woman calmly licked the blood off of her fingers, and then smiled.  She fucking smiled! What was this shit?

"Who the fuck are you, lady?" Sayoko asked bemusedly.

Abi-Hime laughed, a light, girlish laugh. "Only those who fight me truly know me," she said enigmatically, "but they do not know me for long."

Sayoko charged in again, waving her knife wildly in front of her in quick, short strokes, with the idea that numerous quick and unpredictable movements would be more difficult for her enemy to dodge. This seemed to be working – rather than calmly sidestepping the blows, Abi-Hime was backing away from them, closer to the water's edge. Sayoko kept pressing her assault, knowing that as soon as they went into the water, her enemy would not be able to retreat further, and then the knife would be upon her.

Near the water's edge, Abi-Hime suddenly went on the offensive suddenly moving through two of Sayoko's quick strikes to plunge her fist into Sayoko's gut. The sudden pain shocked her, and soon a sharp sting in her hand told her the knife had been struck from it, a realization that was confirmed by a small splash off to her side. However, she wasn't given time to digest this, as Abi-Hime slammed into her with an uppercut that lifted her off the ground and flung her into the water. As she stood up, she saw Abi-Hime enter the water after her, and the two squared off, now waist-deep in the calm ocean water.

Sayoko flung her arm out to backhand Abi-Hime, but this was ducked and followed with the woman's swinging punch, which Sayoko blocked. Sayoko found herself quickly flashing back to karate classes given to Yakuza members, something that, at the time, seemed like the sort of thing she'd never use. However, her reminiscence was cut short when Abi-Hime threw a left hook to her face that sent her spinning. She recovered quickly, though, using the momentum of turning around to throw a left hook of her own, but this was once again ducked.

Both girls were swinging now, their arms tangled up in each other.  The woman flung an elbow at her head, which she blocked and countered with a strong jab to the woman's stomach, which connected satisfyingly, causing the woman to briefly throw her hands up in the air in shock and pain, and Sayoko pressed her advantage by driving her other elbow into the woman's chest, plunging into her left breast and making her drop into the water.

As the woman stood back up, Sayoko punched at her again, but this was deflected, and the woman responded with an elbow to the face, which she blocked, only to be followed by the woman's other elbow rising up to hit her in the cheek.

They continued to strike at each other, with their arms. Punch, block, punch, connect. Finally, one of Sayoko's swings was caught in Abi-Hime's hand, and she twisted the Sayoko's arm around until she was bent over backwards, her footing lost. Sayoko felt a steadying hand behind her on her shoulder, but soon realized that Abi-Hime was only getting a firm grip on her, to dominate her completely.

Moments later, Sayoko found herself thrust forward into the water in front of her, Abi-Hime's strong hand holding her down under the surface. Sayoko started to turn her body to twist out of this, but Abi-Hime reached down to wrap her other arm around the girl's neck, putting her into a headlock, with her other hand on the back of Sayoko's head, holding the girl underwater.

Sayoko thrashed wildly, but the woman's hold was like a statue made of steel – immobile and unyielding. She tried to loosen the woman's grip, push her off, even throw a few feeble elbows backwards in hopes of stunning the woman long enough to escape, but Abi-Hime's resolute frame did not budge.

The effort of holding her breath was getting excruciating now, and it was taking most of her energy to focus on it, the pain in her lungs burning. She hands still prying at the arm round her neck... now just her fingers. And finally, she could no longer resist, and she inhaled, her lungs filling with water.  The shock of it, the alien feeling in her body renewed her struggle to free herself, to reach air, but her opponent was prepared for this and retained her steely resolve as once again Sayoko's resistance began to fade.

And as her energy seemed to run out, her mouth open and her lungs screaming their need for oxygen, Sayoko could feel Abi-Hime gently petting her head, as if to say "Good girl. It's okay." And she felt the warmth of the woman's body standing over her, pressing into her. And she felt the strength with which the woman held her, controlled her. And for a moment, in some strange way, it almost felt like love, love she'd never received from her father or anyone.

And then, she didn't feel anything.