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Hamato Karai	By : MercyJinn Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 9488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hamato Karai 14
TITLE: Hamato Karai : Chapter 14
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Quite poor. Don’t sue.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This one was a hard nut to crack. Hopefully its enough and if anyone is missing the smut, don't worry, it'll come back in the next chappies. :-)
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Karai felt like crap. Her hair was limp and dull, her skin was flushed, her body was cold, but her head was on fire. Nevertheless, she got Leo out of the house.

It took a great deal of persuasion on her part and had she been any better she would have simply thrown him out and demanded some privacy. However the fever brought on by infection was persistent and so was Leonardo who, as promised, stayed by her side doing his best to nurse her back to health. However Karai knew that at some point he had to go so she can have the allotted time she gave herself to finish out her master plan. Initially, she did that by giving into Leo’s whims and letting him fuss over her even though sometimes it grated on her nerves. On the other hand, she learned that her husband was quite the master at foot massages.

Anyways, to the point.

By the fourth day she had to get him out and his family unknowingly played into her schemes. They had grown concern and eager to see their brother and simple calls and brief visits weren’t enough for them. Leo had felt torn through it all, but seemed determined to stand by his pledge to his wife. Karai, however used this information to her advantage and finally she managed to fake better health long enough to convince him to leave at least for a few hours.
Now that he was gone she crawled out of her bed and made it down to the office on the first floor. Her head was killing her and her shoulder still felt sore, but nothing would’ve stopped her from reaching that monitor and reaching her contacts in Tokyo. It didn’t take her long and soon a familiar face greeted her.

“Ah! Greetings chiki, I was wondering if the great Oroku was finally brought down by a single bullet.” The youthful-looking Japanese man said with a respectful nod.

Karai smiled smartly at him. “It would take more than a bullet, chikubanotomo. Now, I’m sure you did not disappoint me and we can finish this little matter.”

“Of course, of course, it all went quite smoothly, as I promised.” The man produced the check Karai had given to Masanori and tore it up with slender pale hands.

A weight lifted off her shoulders as the check was destroyed, pleased that the money went nowhere, but no eager to finish it. “I hope that’s not all.” She asks.

The young man pretended to be offended. “You shame me by such a question. Have I ever left a woman unsatisfied?”

Karai merely smirked at him and waited. With a snap of his fingers movement behind him occurred and a small commotion revealed itself to be Masanori badly dressed and poorly treated held in place by two thick necked thugs. He struggled as they handcuffed him to a metal chair, screaming obscenities and once he focused on the screen he really became enraged.
“The yakuza will kill you for this!” He roared at her even as he began to visibly sweat. “My contacts will have your heads! All of you!”

Karai savored the tremor of fear in his tone. “Indeed the yakuza would be upset that by this but the fact is that I have better connections to them than you do….and unlike you they owe me a favor.” She nodded towards the young man with the slender hands. “You might not recognize him but I suspect you know his work Masanori….He made front page news five years ago, quite the body count.”

Masanori frowned a bit, then the memories kicked in and he truly began to sweat, even tremble. He stared at the unassuming young man with fear and disbelief.

The young man merely smiled back at him, then glanced over at the monitor to Karai. “I suppose you don’t want him to die swiftly, hm?”

“No, not swiftly.” Karai agreed, then she coldly addressed Masanori, “Did you think you finally had me? That after all those years after I escaped you that you finally could do as you pleased at my expense? No Masanori, you can never threaten me and you certainly can never steal my happiness away!”

“He’s a freak!! A fucking freak!!” Masanori screamed at her, and then looked at the men around him. “She lies down and spreads herself willing to this green, monstrous thing!!”

God, how she wanted to cut his tongue out! How she wanted to draw out waves of screams from his worthless body. She knew what Takumi was capable of; his skills could make Leatherface from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre bow his head in shame and that darkest part of her wanted to relish this chance presented with upmost glee.

Yet there was another part of her that tugged at her senses, one that sounded a lot like Leonardo, that told her that while Masanori was guilty it was best just to finish it and move on to the better parts of life. Karai sighed heavily to herself as she thought of her husband. She was doing this for their marriage, something that Leonardo would appreciate, but he would not tolerate this torture for his sake. Whenever he had to kill, he did it swiftly. It was his way, the most honorable even to those who were anything but, and he would he horrified, probably deeply disgusted, if he ever knew that she let the death of Masanori get that far.

Again she sighed harshly to herself, “Chikubanotomo…..?”

“Yes dearest? How shall it be done?” He asked as casually as a chef would ask a customer how they wanted the food prepared.

“Seppuku style and gag him if you please, I’m sick of his noise.” She finally replied and the young man looked visually petulant.

“So simple? And here I thought you’d make it more….complicated.”

“He’s wasted enough of my time. Plus who could really savor the death of a mongrel dog?” She replied with a dainty shrug and small smile.

Takumi laughed at the comment then bowed graciously to her before producing a proper gag to put in Masanori’s protesting mouth.

Karai watched him struggle, watched him breath harshly, and watched him try to curse at her. “Be grateful you’re getting a samurai’s death especially since you’re little more than a walking toilet. Don’t worry about your family business, its going straight to the yakuza who thank you for your contribution to their business. As for your wife, she’ll be properly compensated and taken care of, probably better than you ever have.”

Wearing the softest of black leather gloves and holding a tanto in one hand, Takumi walked over to Masanori and daintily placed the razor-sharp blade along the man’s quivering, naked belly.

“Chiki?” He said to Karai.

“Yes?” She replied.

“My wife thanks you again for your assistance.” He says with a happy smile. “We are finally expecting.”
Karai smiled contently. “Great blessings on you both.”

And with that last odd word, the knife fell quickly.
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Karai dragged herself into bed with a groan. It all ended so quickly, about half an hour and it almost seemed not worth the achiness she felt right now. Masanori had died swiftly in the end. He didn’t have time to register the pain before Takumi beheaded him with a clean expert cut. Even if Leo asked her about Masanori’s death she could tell him with a clear conscious that he died quickly from beheading, a method he had used before. Despite the quickness of it, she still felt satisfied and secure. The yakuza got a hold of a nice business, the Foot were none the wiser about the money and her Leonardo was safe from Masanori. Her great love was safe.

Yes, she had triumphed.
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