Ugh. Mr. Chesterton sat down in his chair, covered in blood. He wasn't actually tired, but he had learned to imitate other people so well that he almost convinced himself that he was.
The "negotiations" with Mr. Kagawa had taken an interesting turn. The suspicions he held about Kagawa's daughter, Akari, were not unfounded. Pilfering through his history, it turns out Kagawa had promised Akari's soul to him ten years earlier...an offer he accepted.
"Were you trying to double-dip, you little cockroach?" Chesterton asked a brutalized Mr. Kagawa.
"I forgot....I swear it!" Kagawa pleaded. "There was always something wrong with her. I couldn't deal with it. I figured she was your bastard anyway."
Mr. Chesterton laughed. "I am a businessman like yourself Mr. Kagawa...more than you would hope. You almost had me commit resources for a possession I already controlled. What kind of punishment do you think that merits?"
Mr. Kagawa grinned. "Controlled...you should see what's in that girl's head. The paintings...she's insane. You'll dispose of her as easily as I did."
"Enough Mr. Kagawa. Your punishment will be prolonged. I will see it to it that your competitors tear away at your company like vultures, and whatever is left will go to your daughter. As for you...
With a snap of his fingers, Mr. Chesterton produced a red-hot poker. "Open wide." he said gleefully as Mr. Kagawa could only turn his head in horror
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Mr. Chesterton had taken a nap on his desk when Akari walked in. The girl was wearing a white T-shirt, jeans, and to Mr. Chesterton's annoyance, chewing her damn fingernails again.
"Miss Kagawa, please be more respectful of your surroundings."
"I'm...I'm so sorry." Akari said in a tremor. Mr. Chesterton sighed. She was going to be a project.
"Miss Kagawa...your first day will be quite simple. You are to drive to three locations, and drop off three packages. That's it."
"O...okay" Akari said as she tried to sneak out the door.
Mr. Chesterton sighed again. "Listen, I did not hire a timid mouse for this job. Show some confidence in yourself or no one else will."
Akari gulped, and simply meted out an "okay."
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Akari approached her first stop. It was a plain white house in the middle of several other plain white houses. She walked up the front door and knocked. No response. Another knock. No response. She shrugged and simply left the package in front of the house.
"Hey, what is that?" a voice rang out. Akari turned and saw an Indian girl her age approach. She was wearing a purple blouse, jean shorts, and had her hair in a long black braid. For reasons she couldn't explain, Akari began to blush.
"It's a package. This is 559 Northbourne Street, right?" Akari asked meekly.
"Yep. Do you know what's in it?"
"No, I'm so sorry, I'll have to ask my boss-"
"That's okay. I'm sure it's some computer crap my mother ordered."
Akari turned to walk away. "Hey what's your name?"
"...Akari."
"That's a great freaking name. My name is Preitha."
Akari smiled and walked to her car. "Nice to meet you, Akari"
As Akari drove off, she could barely compose herself. She had never felt that uncomfortable around a girl before. She seemed so...nice. Was it...Akari wasn't prepared to deal with that thought.
After a drive of about twenty minutes, Akari found her next house. It was a solid brick house surrounded by nothing on either side. As Akari walked up to the front steps, a man approached from the house with a baseball bat.
"The fuck you doing in this neighborhood?"
"I-I was delivering a..."
"You were doing nothing. Now get the fuck out."
Akari froze for a second and it almost cost her as the man swung his bat, landing about two inches from her head. Akari backed up on to the hood of her car, terrified. The man raised his bat and was about to swung, when out of some innate reflex, Akari grabbed his right arm.
The man tried to break free but was unable to do so.
"Hey, what the fuck, how are you doing that you scrawny bitch."
Akari steadied herself off the car and continued holding on to his arm. Her grip was starting to dig into the man's skin as blood began to flow out. Wincing in pain, he dropped the bat. Seizing an opportunity, she broke the bat and held the end with a pointed shard. She let go of his arm and immediately grabbed his neck. As she was doing this, Akari's eyes turned black.
"If you...ever....ever touch me again, I will gut you and spill your entrails over your stupid fucking house. DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?"
The man, in mortal terror, nodded. Akari let him go and as she did, she noticed he had wet himself. Akari dropped the package in front of him, and jumped into her car. Driving off, Akari's eyes returned to normal and started bawling. She reached for her cell and called Chesterton, explaining what happened.
"That is okay. What you underwent was traumatic. Go home and rest and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay."
Mr. Chesterton hung up and smiled. Everything went exactly as planned. This girl had something to her, and he was going to let it out, no matter how long it took.