Post by Oni Kymiku on Feb 21, 2015 22:35:06 GMT -5
I was still in shock over what had went down in the lobby of the police station when Uzai had thrown SoLo under the bus…though he had not actually lied. SoLo had intentionally sent Kreese rolling down the hill and subsequently into a coma…right or wrong. However, be that as it may, I did not want to see her punished for it. This was a mess of my own making. I had been the one to start a relationship with a man that was just as much a monster as I had been and I had been the one to expose SoLo to his depravity after she herself had been assaulted. This was my fault…and mines alone…
As I sat in the interrogation room, Detective Dillon walked in, eyeing me with a knowing smirk on his face. “This is a game to you, isn’t it?” He dropped a file down in front of me. “I already know that the usual tactics won’t work with an experienced liar, like yourself.” I looked down at the file, then back up at him questioningly. “Go ahead, take a look at it…it’s interesting reading” he said.
I opened the file and casually thumbed over the papers inside. I had seen them before…my past life in Japan with my father as a Yakuza lieutenant. It contained a snapshot of my entire history…though all speculative on paper. Nothing ever stuck to me…the clan made sure of that. I glanced up at him, “What’s your point Detective Dillon…none of this is about me. All lies, perpetuated by a police force that was corrupt and labeled my family gangster and hoodlums.”
He raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Seriously? That is the line you are going to go with?” He shook his head and chuckled. “I spent time over there sweetheart and I know all about the culture. Yeah, being a Korean in Japan might have been hard, but being in a gang made it easier, didn’t it?” I only stared back at him. What he said was true, but it wasn’t something that I made a habit of talking about with regular people…especially police. I pushed the file away, but kept my mouth shut. He nodded, “You don’t want to talk…I get that…I understand it. Make the police prove their case.” He picked up the file and started thumbing through it. “You’ve been beating charge after charge your whole life…so its no surprise that you think that you and your little friend can beat this rap…but you can’t and you won’t.” He continued to stare at me, waiting for a response, but I said nothing. “Tell me what happened…and I will do what I can to make things easier for you and your friend.”
I straightened, looking him in the eye. “She’s my sister…”
The detective rolled his eyes. “Suit yourself…I have a witness…and you had your chance.” He walked out, taking the file with him.
I sat back in the chair and sighed. All I could do was to hope that SoLo would keep quiet…and then hope that Uzai would realize what a terrible mistake he was making. He was mistaking his love for me for hate towards SoLo. He thought that she was taking his place…and if I were to be perfectly honest…he was right. When I first met Uzai he was an outcast and so easy to turn to my own selfish purposes. I was a different person now and it was a different time. I didn’t need followers or henchmen…I needed my family. I considered him to be part of that family…but not if he could not accept me and my sisters as we were.
All I could do was sit here and hope that things would be okay. In the few moments that I had with Uzai I had told him what I wanted…a parting request from his Mistress…the last time that anyone would refer to me as such. I had stolen him away from his family and now he was more alone than at any other time in his life. This was my fault…and I would have to learn to live with it…with the choice he now made…one that I all but forced on him.
Getting up, I walked over to the door and banged on it. I only had to wait for a few moments before an officer came and stuck his head inside. “Is there a problem Miss?”
“I’d like to make a phone call, please” I said.
He held the door open, “You’re not being held. Detective Dillon says that you can walk…he knows where to find you.”
“Fucker!” I said through clenched teeth as I brushed past him and made my way into the lobby. Dillon had held me as long as he could and now that he knew that I would stay, he was milking it for all it was worth. I grabbed the phone and paused as I wondered who I would call…
Nyako…?
Domino…?
Syn…?
No…I needed to call someone else. No matter how this mess finally sorted itself out, I had to do the right thing. Nyako was there for me…I was here for SoLo…and someone needed to be here for Uzai. I could only think of one person to call. I had hurt enough people and I didn’t want anyone else to suffer alone…especially Uzai, despite what he had done.
When I heard the voice on the other end of the line, my mouth went dry. I thought for a moment that I wouldn’t have the words, but after a moment…they all tumbled out. After I hung up, I waited for them to show up…not knowing what to expect…
I stood up as my psychiatrist and Uzai’s big sister, Meiko Kazama, charged into the station and made a beeline for me.
“WHAT IN THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?!! WHY IS MY BROTHER IN JAIL?!!” She screamed at me, getting right in my face.
“He’s not under arrest…” I said, “…he’s actually giving a statement right now…against my sister. She could end up going to jail for a very long time.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, “What are you playing at? You want me to talk him out of it…is that why you called me?”
“Meiko, I don’t want you to tell him anything…I just want you to be here for him when this is over.” I looked down, unable to meet her eyes. “I know that you and your family were hurt when he left to follow me. I was wrong to take him from you…and I want you to know that I am sorry for all the harm that I caused…all of it.” Her eyes hardened as I finally looked up and met them. I swallowed, “I know that you hate me for it…I know that you want to see me suffer…because I deserve it.”
This time Meiko turned her eyes away, “So you knew how I felt about you…but you still continued to come see me?”
I nodded, “I wanted you to see the change in me…I hoped that you believed that I could be a better person…” I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder. “…even if you don’t believe me…at least…”
She slapped my hand away and glared at me, “Don’t you think for a moment that I don’t know what you are doing! You are a fucking liar…always have been and always will be!” She stuck her finger in my face, “I swear before God, if anything at all happens to my brother…there is nothing that is going to keep me from ruining you!!”
Her words cut me to the bone, but I understood it. I deserved her scorn and I accepted it…it was my weight to carry. I nodded in acknowledgement and turned to leave, when Detective Dillon immerged, fixing his eyes on me. I stiffened as I readied myself to be placed in handcuffs a second time. Instead, he stepped aside and SoLo came running from behind me, nearly tackling me to the floor.
“KYMIKU!!” She wrapped her arms around me, holding me so tightly that it hurt. I held her back to look her over as she joyously screamed, “I WANT TO GO HOME, PLEASE TAKE ME HOME!!”
As Detective Dillon walked over, I moved her behind me. He smirked, “Well, it looks like your ‘sister’ is leaving with you. Chalk up another victory for the bad guys, huh?” I didn’t want to ask what happened, but the look on my face was enough to prompt him even further. “I don’t know what you said or what you have on that kid…but he took the rap…he took the entire thing.”
Meiko ran over, grabbing the detective’s hand, “WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!! WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH MY BROTHER?!!”
The Detective looked at her, then at me, “Is this another one of your…so-called sisters?”
“WHAT IS GOING ON WITH MY BROTHER?!” Meiko insisted.
He seemed to weigh his options on how much he could and could not say. “Your brother has just confessed to a crime…a very serious crime.” He eyed me as he repeated himself.
Meiko turned to me, her face flushed with anger and twisted in rage. “BITCH!! YOU FUCKING LYING BITCH!! YOU SAID HE WAS GIVING A STATEMENT AGAINST SOMEONE ELSE!!” As she moved towards me, her hands raised and ready to batter me, the detective grabbed her and held her back. She screamed and she struggled to get at me. The commotion brought more officers, who grabbed Meiko and dragged her off, kicking and screaming.
Detective Dillon turned his full attention to me, getting in my face. “You get out of here right now…but don’t you ever think for a hot minute that you are home free! Your friend in there might be willing to take the fall for you two…but sooner or later he’ll break or the man you tried to kill will wake up and he will finger one of the two of you…maybe both of you…then your days of escaping justice will be over.” He stood back, pointing to the door. “Now…unless you want to further fuck up my day…please, get your asses out of my station!”
I watched for another moment as Meiko was dragged off, still screaming for my blood. I knew that this was far from over, but it was over…for now. I kept to the code and didn’t say a word, I just gathered SoLo to me and headed for the door. We didn’t stop to retrieve our things, we just walked out. All I wanted to do was find Nyako and do whatever I could to put this mess behind me.
A few minutes later the two of us were in a cab together, traveling in silence. The events of the last few days were swirling around inside my head. I worried about SoLo…I worried about Uzai…I even worried about Kreese. Just like Dillon said…sooner or later something would happen that would bring this all right back around. That was something that I didn’t want to stick around for. I turned to SoLo, “We have to leave…we have to get out of here before this all comes back to haunt us…”
“Me…” she answered, “…I did it, so it would be me…not you…not Uzai.” She swallowed back tears, as she turned and leaned back in the seat. “They kept asking me if I did it…asking me to make a statement…over and over. I thought that I would crack…I thought that I would break…but I didn’t. I stayed strong…for once…I didn’t have to run away because I was scared…” she wiped her face and straightened her back. “…I don’t want to run anymore…I don’t want to be weak and scared. I want to be strong…like you and Ny…like Seri and Alex.” She turned her eyes forward, folding her arms. “We are going to stay…things are going to be different now…I’m going to be different.”
I wanted to argue with her, but I had seen it when she looked me in my eyes. After the attack, she had been scared of her own shadow. She was frightened of being alone…frightened of being with someone…barely functioning. Now she was different…stronger…resolved. I knew that it was a bad idea…but I couldn’t tell her that running was okay. I nodded my head, taking her hand in mine. “Okay…we’ll head back home…sort this mess out…decide what to do if things go south.”
“No!” she said as she pulled her hand away and stared at me. “We are going to St. Louis…we are going to Rising Stars. You have a title to win.”
I shook my head, “Song…we have bigger things to worry about that some stupid match, I…”
SoLo’s eyes hardened, “You…you are going to go and you are going to become the LAW Champion! I’m done running…and I am not going to let you run away from who you are. You fought your way to this point…and now…you are one match away from the end…one match away from showing everyone who and what you really are!” She continued to stare at me, “If you don’t do it for yourself…you should do it for us…do it for your sisters, okay?”
I sat back in the seat, not saying a word…even as I let her words sink in. It was one more match…one more chance for me to do something important, not for myself…but for my sisters. I was startled as the word fell from my lips…unexpected as I spoke it… “Okay…okay…”
So…I suppose that is it…
Here I am on the eve of what is arguably the biggest match of my life…finally fighting for a Western title and my thoughts aren’t even on what would happen should I win. My thoughts are on my sisters and my life now…or at least my life as I would like it to be. Over the last two weeks I have lost…and I have found a great many things, but the most important thing was my reason for trying to be better. Yes…it was for myself…but it was also for the people that I cared about.
Everything that has led me to this point has prepared me for this moment. The battles with Sidney Grey, Violet, Kate Steele, and now with Mackenzie Roberts. It has all led me to this one moment in time where I finally have a chance to become something better…something that my sisters will finally be proud of.
Over the last two weeks, Mackenzie Roberts has had her way with me verbally. She has humiliated me and told me that I was nothing compared to her. I know that many people believe it…I know that no one sees in me what my sisters see. I should want to show them all…I should want to prove it to the world. I could dump Roberts on her head and break her neck to prove my point. I should want to do that…a part of me really does, but if I went that route, I would only be proving people like Crystal Hilton, Nicky Silver, and Gabby Camacho right. They think that I am a two-faced monster…and maybe I was…but that is not what I want to be, not anymore.
Mackenzie Roberts thinks that I am not focused on her…she thinks that my problems have thrown me off my game…have put her in the driver’s seat. She came to jail in order to rile me up…she came to the jail in order to solidify in my mind that I had already lost. For a moment…I knew it…I was resolved to let her be the LAW Champion, albeit with a pair of broken legs. I see now that I don’t want to become a monster…I don’t want to cripple her. I want to prove her wrong…I want to see it in her face when she realizes that she failed and every horrible thing that she did to get to this point was for nothing at all.
On February 21st…things are going to change and a lot of people are going to get what they deserve. Mackenzie Roberts deserves to be put in her place…and she will be. LAW deserves a proper champion…and it will have one. My sisters deserve to be proud…and they will be proud!
I deserve to be better…and on Sunday night, I will not only be better…I will become GREAT!
As I sat in the interrogation room, Detective Dillon walked in, eyeing me with a knowing smirk on his face. “This is a game to you, isn’t it?” He dropped a file down in front of me. “I already know that the usual tactics won’t work with an experienced liar, like yourself.” I looked down at the file, then back up at him questioningly. “Go ahead, take a look at it…it’s interesting reading” he said.
I opened the file and casually thumbed over the papers inside. I had seen them before…my past life in Japan with my father as a Yakuza lieutenant. It contained a snapshot of my entire history…though all speculative on paper. Nothing ever stuck to me…the clan made sure of that. I glanced up at him, “What’s your point Detective Dillon…none of this is about me. All lies, perpetuated by a police force that was corrupt and labeled my family gangster and hoodlums.”
He raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Seriously? That is the line you are going to go with?” He shook his head and chuckled. “I spent time over there sweetheart and I know all about the culture. Yeah, being a Korean in Japan might have been hard, but being in a gang made it easier, didn’t it?” I only stared back at him. What he said was true, but it wasn’t something that I made a habit of talking about with regular people…especially police. I pushed the file away, but kept my mouth shut. He nodded, “You don’t want to talk…I get that…I understand it. Make the police prove their case.” He picked up the file and started thumbing through it. “You’ve been beating charge after charge your whole life…so its no surprise that you think that you and your little friend can beat this rap…but you can’t and you won’t.” He continued to stare at me, waiting for a response, but I said nothing. “Tell me what happened…and I will do what I can to make things easier for you and your friend.”
I straightened, looking him in the eye. “She’s my sister…”
The detective rolled his eyes. “Suit yourself…I have a witness…and you had your chance.” He walked out, taking the file with him.
I sat back in the chair and sighed. All I could do was to hope that SoLo would keep quiet…and then hope that Uzai would realize what a terrible mistake he was making. He was mistaking his love for me for hate towards SoLo. He thought that she was taking his place…and if I were to be perfectly honest…he was right. When I first met Uzai he was an outcast and so easy to turn to my own selfish purposes. I was a different person now and it was a different time. I didn’t need followers or henchmen…I needed my family. I considered him to be part of that family…but not if he could not accept me and my sisters as we were.
All I could do was sit here and hope that things would be okay. In the few moments that I had with Uzai I had told him what I wanted…a parting request from his Mistress…the last time that anyone would refer to me as such. I had stolen him away from his family and now he was more alone than at any other time in his life. This was my fault…and I would have to learn to live with it…with the choice he now made…one that I all but forced on him.
Getting up, I walked over to the door and banged on it. I only had to wait for a few moments before an officer came and stuck his head inside. “Is there a problem Miss?”
“I’d like to make a phone call, please” I said.
He held the door open, “You’re not being held. Detective Dillon says that you can walk…he knows where to find you.”
“Fucker!” I said through clenched teeth as I brushed past him and made my way into the lobby. Dillon had held me as long as he could and now that he knew that I would stay, he was milking it for all it was worth. I grabbed the phone and paused as I wondered who I would call…
Nyako…?
Domino…?
Syn…?
No…I needed to call someone else. No matter how this mess finally sorted itself out, I had to do the right thing. Nyako was there for me…I was here for SoLo…and someone needed to be here for Uzai. I could only think of one person to call. I had hurt enough people and I didn’t want anyone else to suffer alone…especially Uzai, despite what he had done.
When I heard the voice on the other end of the line, my mouth went dry. I thought for a moment that I wouldn’t have the words, but after a moment…they all tumbled out. After I hung up, I waited for them to show up…not knowing what to expect…
I stood up as my psychiatrist and Uzai’s big sister, Meiko Kazama, charged into the station and made a beeline for me.
“WHAT IN THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?!! WHY IS MY BROTHER IN JAIL?!!” She screamed at me, getting right in my face.
“He’s not under arrest…” I said, “…he’s actually giving a statement right now…against my sister. She could end up going to jail for a very long time.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, “What are you playing at? You want me to talk him out of it…is that why you called me?”
“Meiko, I don’t want you to tell him anything…I just want you to be here for him when this is over.” I looked down, unable to meet her eyes. “I know that you and your family were hurt when he left to follow me. I was wrong to take him from you…and I want you to know that I am sorry for all the harm that I caused…all of it.” Her eyes hardened as I finally looked up and met them. I swallowed, “I know that you hate me for it…I know that you want to see me suffer…because I deserve it.”
This time Meiko turned her eyes away, “So you knew how I felt about you…but you still continued to come see me?”
I nodded, “I wanted you to see the change in me…I hoped that you believed that I could be a better person…” I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder. “…even if you don’t believe me…at least…”
She slapped my hand away and glared at me, “Don’t you think for a moment that I don’t know what you are doing! You are a fucking liar…always have been and always will be!” She stuck her finger in my face, “I swear before God, if anything at all happens to my brother…there is nothing that is going to keep me from ruining you!!”
Her words cut me to the bone, but I understood it. I deserved her scorn and I accepted it…it was my weight to carry. I nodded in acknowledgement and turned to leave, when Detective Dillon immerged, fixing his eyes on me. I stiffened as I readied myself to be placed in handcuffs a second time. Instead, he stepped aside and SoLo came running from behind me, nearly tackling me to the floor.
“KYMIKU!!” She wrapped her arms around me, holding me so tightly that it hurt. I held her back to look her over as she joyously screamed, “I WANT TO GO HOME, PLEASE TAKE ME HOME!!”
As Detective Dillon walked over, I moved her behind me. He smirked, “Well, it looks like your ‘sister’ is leaving with you. Chalk up another victory for the bad guys, huh?” I didn’t want to ask what happened, but the look on my face was enough to prompt him even further. “I don’t know what you said or what you have on that kid…but he took the rap…he took the entire thing.”
Meiko ran over, grabbing the detective’s hand, “WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!! WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH MY BROTHER?!!”
The Detective looked at her, then at me, “Is this another one of your…so-called sisters?”
“WHAT IS GOING ON WITH MY BROTHER?!” Meiko insisted.
He seemed to weigh his options on how much he could and could not say. “Your brother has just confessed to a crime…a very serious crime.” He eyed me as he repeated himself.
Meiko turned to me, her face flushed with anger and twisted in rage. “BITCH!! YOU FUCKING LYING BITCH!! YOU SAID HE WAS GIVING A STATEMENT AGAINST SOMEONE ELSE!!” As she moved towards me, her hands raised and ready to batter me, the detective grabbed her and held her back. She screamed and she struggled to get at me. The commotion brought more officers, who grabbed Meiko and dragged her off, kicking and screaming.
Detective Dillon turned his full attention to me, getting in my face. “You get out of here right now…but don’t you ever think for a hot minute that you are home free! Your friend in there might be willing to take the fall for you two…but sooner or later he’ll break or the man you tried to kill will wake up and he will finger one of the two of you…maybe both of you…then your days of escaping justice will be over.” He stood back, pointing to the door. “Now…unless you want to further fuck up my day…please, get your asses out of my station!”
I watched for another moment as Meiko was dragged off, still screaming for my blood. I knew that this was far from over, but it was over…for now. I kept to the code and didn’t say a word, I just gathered SoLo to me and headed for the door. We didn’t stop to retrieve our things, we just walked out. All I wanted to do was find Nyako and do whatever I could to put this mess behind me.
A few minutes later the two of us were in a cab together, traveling in silence. The events of the last few days were swirling around inside my head. I worried about SoLo…I worried about Uzai…I even worried about Kreese. Just like Dillon said…sooner or later something would happen that would bring this all right back around. That was something that I didn’t want to stick around for. I turned to SoLo, “We have to leave…we have to get out of here before this all comes back to haunt us…”
“Me…” she answered, “…I did it, so it would be me…not you…not Uzai.” She swallowed back tears, as she turned and leaned back in the seat. “They kept asking me if I did it…asking me to make a statement…over and over. I thought that I would crack…I thought that I would break…but I didn’t. I stayed strong…for once…I didn’t have to run away because I was scared…” she wiped her face and straightened her back. “…I don’t want to run anymore…I don’t want to be weak and scared. I want to be strong…like you and Ny…like Seri and Alex.” She turned her eyes forward, folding her arms. “We are going to stay…things are going to be different now…I’m going to be different.”
I wanted to argue with her, but I had seen it when she looked me in my eyes. After the attack, she had been scared of her own shadow. She was frightened of being alone…frightened of being with someone…barely functioning. Now she was different…stronger…resolved. I knew that it was a bad idea…but I couldn’t tell her that running was okay. I nodded my head, taking her hand in mine. “Okay…we’ll head back home…sort this mess out…decide what to do if things go south.”
“No!” she said as she pulled her hand away and stared at me. “We are going to St. Louis…we are going to Rising Stars. You have a title to win.”
I shook my head, “Song…we have bigger things to worry about that some stupid match, I…”
SoLo’s eyes hardened, “You…you are going to go and you are going to become the LAW Champion! I’m done running…and I am not going to let you run away from who you are. You fought your way to this point…and now…you are one match away from the end…one match away from showing everyone who and what you really are!” She continued to stare at me, “If you don’t do it for yourself…you should do it for us…do it for your sisters, okay?”
I sat back in the seat, not saying a word…even as I let her words sink in. It was one more match…one more chance for me to do something important, not for myself…but for my sisters. I was startled as the word fell from my lips…unexpected as I spoke it… “Okay…okay…”
So…I suppose that is it…
Here I am on the eve of what is arguably the biggest match of my life…finally fighting for a Western title and my thoughts aren’t even on what would happen should I win. My thoughts are on my sisters and my life now…or at least my life as I would like it to be. Over the last two weeks I have lost…and I have found a great many things, but the most important thing was my reason for trying to be better. Yes…it was for myself…but it was also for the people that I cared about.
Everything that has led me to this point has prepared me for this moment. The battles with Sidney Grey, Violet, Kate Steele, and now with Mackenzie Roberts. It has all led me to this one moment in time where I finally have a chance to become something better…something that my sisters will finally be proud of.
Over the last two weeks, Mackenzie Roberts has had her way with me verbally. She has humiliated me and told me that I was nothing compared to her. I know that many people believe it…I know that no one sees in me what my sisters see. I should want to show them all…I should want to prove it to the world. I could dump Roberts on her head and break her neck to prove my point. I should want to do that…a part of me really does, but if I went that route, I would only be proving people like Crystal Hilton, Nicky Silver, and Gabby Camacho right. They think that I am a two-faced monster…and maybe I was…but that is not what I want to be, not anymore.
Mackenzie Roberts thinks that I am not focused on her…she thinks that my problems have thrown me off my game…have put her in the driver’s seat. She came to jail in order to rile me up…she came to the jail in order to solidify in my mind that I had already lost. For a moment…I knew it…I was resolved to let her be the LAW Champion, albeit with a pair of broken legs. I see now that I don’t want to become a monster…I don’t want to cripple her. I want to prove her wrong…I want to see it in her face when she realizes that she failed and every horrible thing that she did to get to this point was for nothing at all.
On February 21st…things are going to change and a lot of people are going to get what they deserve. Mackenzie Roberts deserves to be put in her place…and she will be. LAW deserves a proper champion…and it will have one. My sisters deserve to be proud…and they will be proud!
I deserve to be better…and on Sunday night, I will not only be better…I will become GREAT!