Natasha, a student at Koko Gakuen, was the kind of girl who turned heads. her beauty was effortless, her academic achievements were undeniable, and her family's furniture company, though not in the top ten it still held some power. Whispers tailed her like shadows; accusations flew that her grades were a mere reflection of her families influence rather than her hard work. But she paid no mind to the gossip and had other things to focus on.
Japan was changing, the city's everyday rhythm was now punctuated by the gunshots. bloodstains were now a normal painting on the walls of the subways. once a time for laughter and late-night adventures, the night echoed with fear, as student rushed home glancing over their shoulders to the single mothers who worked late in to the night to get ends meet for their young one that they had no protection from the dangers that the night brought. the shadows in the city deepened, becoming a palpable threat.
Gangs roamed the streets at night, their weapons blazing into the night. The staccato rhythm of gunfire echoed through the night, a relentless drumbeat of death. The authorities launched raids, set up roadblocks and increased patrol, but the gangs always seemed to slip through their grasps. The image of bullets lighting up the night were like shooting stars. The night lit up with the bullets flying. One by one the patrol unite were taken down like dominos.
Song of guns echoed throughout the city of Tokyo. the government decided to call a special unit to deal with this this carnage from the core. the team had specialized people for trained strictly to deal with situation like these ones.
Natasha was one of the chosen few. Her mission: to infiltrate the Obushidia-no-Kaze gang to find out where the organization filling the street with bodies every day got their destructive tools. Her target was Takumi a second-year high schooler with some connection to the gang.
Some time ago, a man named Kiyota, a member of the gang, was so charmed by her beauty to the point of confession. Her young and innocent demeanor helped to extract crucial information from the man.
At a bar in the city's entertainment section, it took five hours to just get the man drunk. Even as the liquor clouded his judgment, he remained tight lipped about the gangs' secrets. The liquor merely unleashed the man's dark desires. His gaze drifted Natasha's exposed leg. The way Natasha took her soda and wiped the remaining off her lips made his heart skip a beat. Natasha took this as an opportunity and took him to a love hotel nearby.
The neon lights shone through the hotel windows. Her skin glowed as they walked through hotel lobby. Her shining skin and the perfect curves of her body Kiyota almost lost his mind. A slurred drawl escaped his lips at the register as he lost himself in fantasies about the alluring woman beside him.
After a few hours she was seen walking out of the room they rented for the night. Kiyota was tortured to death for the information he had. The only information she got from him was the name of the gang leader son Takumi.
She had been at the school for some time, and she managed to get close to Takumi. Takumi was a party guy and got drunk almost every single weekend. His behavior never affected his cautiousness as he could drink but never had a friend who actually knew his secrets. He knew if anyone knew that his father was the one behind that continuous terror at night, he would be taken to jail.
Natasha had only gotten close to him because he was a little of a womanizer. The guy had more than one girlfriend and Natasha had managed to become one of them. Though the thought of being a girlfriend to someone like him would bother most girls, Natasha felt nothing. She had no idea why someone would be bothered by it. To her, being in a relationship felt so trivial as taking care of a pet.
Natasha's figure attracted a lot of guys, but she never cared about them and the only reason she was even with Takumi was for the Mission's sake. Even her fellow agent made a distance between them to avoid getting charmed by her. but her looks were useful in the information gathering.
when she was in the room with Kiyota, his mind went completely blank. All he could think about was defiling the young lady beside him. He lunged at her, consumed by his fantasies. he didn't know where to start. His hand clawed at her body; the softness and smoothness of her skin was other worldly to him, the curves on her were so defined that his hands felt glued to her body.
While Kiyota was completely consumed by her body, Natasha took out a needle from a belt strapped to her thigh dosed with some chemical that when she pierced his skin he was completely left immobile. He could feal the chemical traveling in his veins completely shutting down his body functions. Pushing him over she then took hand cuffs and cuffed him to the bed.
Though his body was left immobile his perverted mind still roamed. He got completely memorized at the sight of Natasha pulling back her hair and looking at him over her shoulder with a side eye. she then pulled out a knife tied to the side thigh. the tip of the knife was so sharp that the tip gleamed indicating its deadly edge.
That day when she got home her mind roamed back at the memories of the life she lived back in the streets of Seoul in Korea. Natasha was eight when she picked up from the streets by a woman known as Beatris. Beatris was a bulky looking woman with song blond hair and somehow, she had a beautiful face that matched her bulky body. She was an army commander from Japan who came to Korea for a vacation, and she picked up Natasha on the way.
Beatris was the most feared general in the Japanese army. She had a unique fighting style that was very unusual for someone with a bulky body. her body could move so fluidly and quickly that no one could keep up. It was like watching an anaconda hunt for prey. Her fast yet fluid motion made difficult for anyone in the army to take her down. the scariest part was her signature weapon, an eight-barreled machine gun. It was huge that when compared to a normal average human height and weight they were practically the same.
No one could lift it by themselves, just the sight of it gave chills through Natasha's spine and almost made her collapse by the sight of it.
Beatris trained Natasha herself. The pain that went through her body when she went through that training was so great that she wanted to die at some point. All the body strengthening and hardening training she went through she took was immense. The countless fighting she had to do with Beatris, not going easy on her though. There was never a day that Natasha came back from training without a bruise.
At times, she felt like she wanted to end her life during training. The sweat, blood and tears she Shed every day began to dry with time. The continuous training she went through broke something in her. During one of her training sessions, she felt something snap. Her emotions had left her, and a hollow shell was left.
Ten years later she was sent an agent unit that had the best of the best in the army that was managed by Beatris. Soldiers, hackers, fighters and information gatherers she was one of the handpicked by Beatris. Though she could basically do all the missions herself with a one hundred percent completion rate, Beatris wanted to keep her toy in good order.
Sakura was one of the people handpicked by Beatris. she was once a person that was also personally trained by her, but her body gave up on her, her lower body was paralyzed. Natasha was the only one who was able to survive through Beatris's training. she was one of the people that Beatris had put on Natasha as the watch dogs. She was the only one could understand how Natasha thought.
Natasha came back home from school one day and she was annoyed that she had to act another day, and she hated putting on the short school skirts and bangles on her hair. she let loose her hair and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Her long shiny black hair reached the ground, her skin glowed and as she looked in the mirror all she could see was her own expressionless face. eyes that looked like they had no life in them.
When she relaxed her body in the bathtub Sakura came, "you okay Natasha?" she asked while pushing her wheelchair closer to the tub.
"Yes, "she replied
"You know that you could take a break for a while, no need to push yourself," Sakura said and Natasha replied with "No need, there's a party tomorrow at the Takumi's house, I'll rest when I'm done with the mission."
Sakura felt bad for Natasha who never had the chance to live a normal life let alone knew what it was. She didn't even know how to laugh, cry or even sing. And every time she imagined how Natasha would have looked if she lived a normal happy life, the thought of seeing her smiling made a tear come out of her eye.
The day of the party came, and Natasha went as Takumi's date. she met a lot of people there and her acting skills came in handy. she knew exactly what to say to any person that came in contact to her, creating an atmosphere that made everyone love her. She was just robot that was programmed to make people comfortable around them. her cute innocent face charmed every man who came close to her. When Takumi's father came to greet her, he was generally surprised. A beauty came to the party with his son of all people. He was instantly taken away by her beauty. Her perfectly curved body, long black hair, her shiny red eyes, she was just way too perfect and made the party fill with a different vibe.
Takumi was back to his old habits of drinking too much again. This gave Natasha a chance to put a drug that was so concentrated with alcohol that just one sip from it would make an elephant get intoxicated. Takumi took the cup lifted it and took it to his lips. His body couldn't process the drink properly. He felt a strange sensation coming from his body. He felt strangely relaxed.
In less than five minutes, he was left drunk. his body felt like it was being emptied of all its energy then passed out.
They went inside the house to let Takumi lay down in the house and then they suddenly hear gun shots coming from the south of the house's fences. Natasha's team was causing a destruction in order to get attention from the gang. the plan was for Natasha to get into the house get some information from the gang leader.
Takumi's father took the two into the house got them to a room far away from the gun fire and went out to find something to fight with. since Takumi had passed out from the drinking, she went out to find the Takumi's father's room. the chaos that was in the house made it easy for her to slip through the security. Only one room had more security than any other rom in the house, so she suspected that the room that had more security was more likely to be where he had the documentation for the illegal weapons they used. she went through multiple files that had information about the gang's operation and funding, but one file caught the eye.
A file that was put in a very protective cover and was in its own cobnut in the room. She picked the file up and when she opened it up, her eyes, usually devoid of expression, flickered slightly as she registered the content in the file. Her hands normally as steady as a surgeons trembled. Natasha then sensed movement coming from outside of the room's door, she jumped to the ceiling and when the door opened it was Takumi's father. When jumped to the ceiling she left the file on the ground and when Takumi's father found it, he looked around to see who might have snuck into his room but found no one though the sense of being watched never left his mind.
He picked up the file, put it back in the drawers, looked for a weapon to use for the gun fire and walked out of the room. Natasha jumped down and pulled out the drawer again. The echo of the of the drawer scaping filled the room and when she saw this file again her steady hands trembled again.
A face that she knew well, a face she grew up with, a face that was printed in to her very being was in that file and was one of the distributors of the weapons to the gangs. Beatris was one of the people funding the weapons to the gangs and was also one of the most influential one's too. Her name was mentioned multiple time in the file one of the lines stating that she was funding more than four thousand ammo clips for the AK47 used by the gang.
She scanned the document and went out back into the chaos. Though the sound of the gun shots and the people running around shouting, all she could hear was the constant word her teacher told her echoing in her mind, "never let anything destruct you from the mission" the same words given to her by Beatris.
She got to the room where Takumi laid down, her minds was clouded with the memories with Beatris and the others. when the gun shots finally died down, Takumi's father came. He offered to escort Natasha home, but she refused the offer. The mission was a ghost, a whisper of her former purpose. Beatris's lessons, once bed rock, now felt like chains, binding her to the path she now dint recognize. The weight of the mission felt like the * barreled machine guns Beatris around. She forgot to erase the footage from the cameras and went walked out of the house.
She walked home, the Tokyo night air suddenly cold against her skin. Screeching tore through the silence, the sound of rubber burning on the tare asphalt, it grew louder and louder, street racers were common in that part of town, so she wasn't bothered by it but in kept on getting louder and louder, getting closer and closer. "Bang!!" a sound mixed in to the screeching of the cars racing into the night. she reached for a pistol she hid on the belt strapped to her thigh.
Head lights approached her and the air from the moving cars stopping right in front of her, a dark figure stepped out from one of the cars. A bulky, tall figure with blond hair, a massive gun held in their hand the size of a full-grown man. the ground felt like it was cracking as her eyes came to recognize the figure in front of her. there was only one person whole could stand in front of Natasha with her shadow stretching into her soul. the only woman who had no equal, her presence made the whole atmosphere freeze, air still, the night silent and the moon shining like a spotlight focused on the massive figure whose presence commanded nature itself, Beatris.
An unexpected gun shot from behind Natasha. The cold night feeling became colder, her legs felt week, eye site clouded, and limbs felt like ropes tied to that ground. As she collapsed, she felt the cold gaze from her, it pierced though her soul. The worm sticky feeling of her own blood was the only comfort she had. Beatris came to give her the last words she was ever going to hear in the fading life of hers. "You were always disposable, but I just didn't know when do it,"
As her vision blurred, the world dissolved into darkness, regret, fear and the weight of unfinished business flooded her mind. "Child, what does your heart desire," those words filled the void as she opened her eyes. She saw a light, and with a desperate hope, stretched out her hand. Her vision cleared, and the feeling of vulnerability washed over her. Weak limbs, the cold air brushing against her skin. she was in a cage like bed; the bars made from unfamiliar material. only one thought raced through her mind: "Where I'm I?'