Chapter 3 - Yūri

As I pulled into the compound, I spotted Hachiro waiting on the steps with his arms folded and his default blank expression on his face. I know he’s capable of other expressions. I’ve seen his face when he cums. Hard to forget that. And I’ll admit it’s hard to take him seriously anymore. Not that I took him seriously before. 

“Mistress…” he sighed, stone-cold brown eyes trailing over my outfit with disapproval. “Your father is furious. You made the news.” he gruffly commented. “Tell me something new. Father is always angry. And good. I’m glad we made the news. This is an important moment in history, and if even in a small way my actions can implement the change, I’m happy.” I shrugged, slinging my jacket over my shoulder as I walked past him.

Hachiro muttered something under his breath but fell into step slightly behind me. I know he’s supposed to be loyal to my father. My father is the boss and also the one that got him off the street when he was thirteen. He owes my father a lot. And when I was ten, and he was introduced to me as my bodyguard, he was already 18. 

It wasn’t easy for him when he got this assignment. I’m pretty sure he thought my dad hated him or something, as most teased him for being my ‘babysitter.’ Which is utter bullshit. When I was ten, I took assignments and brought my father's enemies to their knees or graves. After a while, Hachiro realized this wasn’t a punishment, at least not in a sense. 

My father trusted him with the heir to the clan and, after witnessing me in action, best assassin. He started to take his job more seriously and saw it as good as being my father's personal guard. And over the years, he’s grown accustomed to me. Since we came here and I started to act out, to be more independent and think for myself, he’s had to adjust.

While we’ve shared a bed, it was and will never be like that between us. Neither of us sees the other that way. I knew he wanted Mayu but wouldn’t act because her father is second in the clan. And Mayu, beyond her father and having someone like me as a friend, is still very shy. So I brought them together. 

Hopefully, they don’t need me to be there every time they want to screw. It was fun, and all but honestly, I’m not that attracted to either of them. I would prefer to have a threesome with Trevor and Sebastian. I groaned, just thinking about what I’m missing out on. I’m sure they are with another girl or two since I had to come here.

Though thinking about what they might be doing, another face came to mind—that cute cop. I wonder what he’s doing. Did he go back to their precinct and jerk off in the bathroom? Was his shift over, and instead, he went home and jerked off in the shower? Or did he pick someone up to fuck? All sounded erotic, and I wouldn’t mind watching or preferably helping. 

I sighed and shook the thoughts away. He’s a cop. That’s a big no-go for someone like me. I need to focus. I came home for a reason. “Where is Mayu?” I questioned, my tone sharp, and it was more a command. “Her room, under guard. Neither of your fathers was happy about today.” he answered with a hint of irritation. Most wouldn’t have picked up on it, but we’re close, so I did.

But is he irritated at me? At her? Or at our fathers? It could be all of the above. “Did anyone harm her?” I questioned, clenching my jaw, knowing if they had my blade will taste blood tonight. “I do not know. I was not allowed to see her. I’m in the dog house because you left the property.” he answered. I frowned and glanced back at him. 

I didn’t see visible injuries, but then I noticed how he was walking. His posture was slightly off. He was trying hard to appear normal. And if I hadn’t been so preoccupied with lustful thoughts, I would have noticed sooner. “He caned you.” I stated. It wasn’t a question. I know my father. “I failed him, and I took my punishment.” he shrugged ever so slightly.

I nodded, mentally preparing for how I was going to make my father suffer for that. Hachiro is my guard. I don’t care that my father is the boss. He doesn’t get to give out punishments to my men. As my heels echoed off the marble floor, I saw the looming figure of Shinobu heading my way. “There you are! How dare you walk out on our wedding negotiations to fornicate with other men.” he glared, grabbing my left forearm.

Hachiro went to reach for Shinobu’s arm to do his job. But I acted first. My knee collided with Shinobu’s balls, bringing the bastard to his knees before I grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand off me, bending it back till I heard that delightful cracking sound. A sinister smile crossed my lips at the sound. 

“If you ever touch me again, Shinobu, it won’t just be your wrist I break. I will put you in a full-body cast. Nothing gives you the right to touch me. Only I decide who gets that privilege. And you ever say the words ‘wedding’ or ‘marriage’ or anything in that line of thought in my presence, I will cut your cock off and shove it down your throat before slicing your throat open to pull the tiny pathetic thing back out.” my voice was eerily calm and detached. It was the voice I used when I was on an assignment. It was my Kitsune voice. 

Shinobu looked terrified. Damn right, he better be. “K...Kitsune.” he stammered my name. I’m sure if I went to a shrink, they’d say I have some disorder because often Kitsune seems to be like her own person that at times will control my body. I know some in the clan think I am processed by a highly volatile and violent Kitsune spirit. Maybe they are right. But we get along just fine. 

“Get out of my sight, worm.” I snorted, letting him crumble to the floor. I didn’t give him a second glance as I kept walking. I didn’t check that Hachiro was behind me. I could hear his heavy footfalls. Three guards were standing outside Mayu’s door. Overkill much? I rolled my eyes and stopped folding my arms. “Move.” I commanded. 

The trio shared a look of fear. “We… we were ordered that no one enters or leaves.” the middle one answered. Fear laced every word as his adam’s apple wobbled as he spoke. “I don’t care. Either move, or I make you move.” I at least was giving them a choice. “I recommend moving. Kitsune is in the mood for blood.” Hachiro suggested. They gulped at the mention of Kitsune and quickly stepped aside.

“If someone asks, you can say I hurt you.” I offered a small smile as I threw open Mayu’s door. I looked around the space and narrowed my eyes at what I saw. Mayu was huddled at the top of her bed, clutching her pillow in tears. I could see a bruise on her face, and my bloodlust flared. “Who.” I demanded.

Her doe brown eyes went wide as it finally registered I was here. Then her eyes looked beyond me, and I knew she saw Hachiro. I knew he was there, and he’d seen what I had by the deep angry growl that reverberated from his chest. He hasn’t said it, but I’m pretty sure he has been in love with Mayu for years. And to see her hurt is pissing him off.

I tossed my jacket aside and walked with confidence to my best friend. I gently took the pillow from her to get a proper look at her. The mark on her face was narrow and went from her left temple and down across her cheek. Her eye was bloody in the corner from the impact, and as I gently traced the bruise, she flinched. They’d hit her with a cane or a sheathed katana. 

“Oh, my sweet Mayu.” I cooed softly. I didn’t want her to be hurt for my actions. I placed a gentle kiss on her temple. “They will suffer tenfold. Just tell me who.” I vowed. I could see tears starting to form in her eyes before they slowly started to slip down her cheeks. I sighed, sitting down pulling her into my arms. I sighed, stroking her shoulder-length hair as she buried her face into my chest, crying. 

I looked over at Hachiro, and I saw anger in his dark eyes. His hands were balled into fists at his sides as his whole body was shaking with rage. “It...it… was... our...fathers.” she whimpered into my chest between sobs. “Then they both shall pay. I warned them. It is their folly for not taking me seriously.” I promised, reaching to hug her only to stop as she cried in pain.

I blinked and stretched my neck to look down at her back. On the white tank top she was wearing, I could see the bloodlines, fresh and dried. They gave her lashings. I could tell by how thin the lines of blood were. I clenched my jaw, pulling back, and, without a second thought, took her top off to get a proper look. 

Mayu gasped quickly, covering her bare breasts. “Shut the door. This isn’t a peepshow.” I commanded, knowing the guards were probably still out there. I heard the door slam shut and a collection of groans fade behind it. “Mayu, it’s fine. We’ve seen you naked. Turn and let me see your back.” I gently commanded, cupping her cheek. 

Sniffling, she nodded slightly and shifted to show us her back. “Rokudenashi.” Hachiro growled. He’s not wrong. My father and hers are bastards. I looked at the thin marks that dripped blood angled from right to left. It was my father that did this. I can tell because it would have been angled left to right based on their dominant hand if her father had. “Hachiro.” 

I didn’t have to say more. I heard him go to her ensuite and come back with a first aid kit. “They will suffer for this, Mayu. I won’t allow them to hurt you. To not even bandage you….” I grounded my teeth, and I gently cleaned her wounds. “They want them to scar. Boss said it was to keep you in line. A reminder of what your insolence brings.” her voice was barely above a whisper. 

I sighed as I finished wrapping her wounds. I placed a kiss on her shoulder before rising. “Hachiro, get her a fresh shirt and take her to my room and stay with her. If anyone tries to stop you, gut them.” I ordered. “Yūri…” Mayu called out to me, fear in her voice as she turned to look at me. “What...what are you going to do?” her bottom lip trembling with each word. “You...you can’t kill them.” she sniffled. 

She was sentimental and held some level of allegiance to them because they are our fathers. “I vowed if anyone harmed even a hair on your head, there would be blood. So they shall pay in blood. Kitsune will decide how much. Stay with Hachiro. He will take care of and protect you. If you are feeling frisky, you know where I keep my condoms and toys. Might distract both of you from your pains.” I winked, walking out.

I walked with my head held high from Mayu’s room, making a stop at mine. I smiled as I picked up my Kissaki-Moroha-Zukuri katana. It was specially made just for me and to my specifications. I had always loved the idea of a double-edged sword. It quickly became one of my favorites. I grabbed one more thing before I stormed my way to my father’s office. I knew it’s where he and that fucking bastard Rokurō would be.

Their guards scrambled, trying to stop me. I narrowed my eyes before bringing my Kitsune mask to my face. Fear clouded their features at the sight of my mask. They knew what it meant. This wasn’t me, Hatake Yūri, heir of the clan, coming after their boss and second. No, this was Kitsune, a blood-thirsty fox spirit.  “Stand down or perish.” I warned, unsheathing my blade ready. 

A few were stupid enough to rush me—their funerals. With a shrug, I swiftly made my way through them. I used some restraint. My cuts aren't deep or in spots that would have them bleed out. It would just immobilize them. Those that didn’t attack me moved to press themselves against the walls, bowing to me. “Boss…” they murmured in awe and loyalty.