Spy Versus Spy

Chapter Six

Yumi followed behind her master with her eyes directed towards the ground. Her usually rosy cheeks were now flush with anger and the pressure of holding her tongue. She did not like this newcomer one sliver. That little girl mocked her at every possible moment, making her feel somehow inferior. All the fighters made her feel inferior. There was a kind of love and comradery Shishio-sama had with his Elite Ten that she was jealous of. Yumi was not ashamed of her station. She was highly respected and the most sought after in her profession. It was an honor when one of the most powerful men in the world solicited her to tend to his needs. They had grown a fondness for each other, her voice being the one calming the anger and stroking the ego. She knew more about him than anyone alive or dead, yet, she felt out of place in his world. She at least had the satisfaction of being the only female in the organization, but now it seemed she would now have competition.

"But how can it be?" she asked herself in a soft whisper. "She is his fighter and I am his lover. He won't cross that line."

Shishio stopped to ask Yumi what she had just said, but since her focus was elsewhere, she walked straight into his side, bouncing off like a beach ball. She let a few curses roll off her tongue as she rubbed her now-red nose. Shishio gave her a half smile and tilted her regal chin up so he could gaze into her angry eyes.

"What is bothering you?" he asked her in a low, serious tone.

Yumi tried her best to contain her blushing, but failed. A seductive smile ran across her face as she pursed her lips to kiss his.

"It is of no major concern, Shishio-sama. I will be more attentive," she purred, kissing him again, this time, more deeply and seductively.

Shishio captured her small frame with his impressive arms, making their intimate exchange more feverish. He let his hands roam to the small of her back until he cupped her firm rear. She broke the kiss with a moan that made her master chuckle.

"You're not a good liar, Yumi," he laughed as he released her and continued forward.

Yumi stood frozen for a moment, dazed. Of course he knew she was lying, he knew her better than anyone. She was glad he didn't press her, though. She would bring up her concerns in time. She began to shuffle after him when the voice of a young man caused them both to turn back around. Shinta jogged down the hall and stopped in front of Shishio with an envelope in his hand.

"Here the rest of the information on Paloma, Shishio-sama," Shinta said, handing him the manila package.

"Hmmm," was Shishio's reply.

Shinta respectfully bowed to both Yumi and Shishio. Yumi's hatred then refocused to the boy...no, the man in front of her. She didn't care much for him, either. He seemed too perfect. He joined too quickly, gained rank too quickly and Shishio began to trust him to quickly. She felt uneasiness about him whenever his azure eyes scanned her body as if she belonged to him and not his master. Yet, she couldn't help but to be somewhat attracted to the shorter man. Though his stature was small, his presence was second only to Shishio...and maybe Teken. His body was slender, but athletic and his sleek black hair swayed behind him in a sexy manner that made her mouth curve up into an involuntary smirk.

"You may go, Shinta-kun," Yumi said, wrapping her arm around Shishio's.

"Oh, no, Yumi. I have something I want him to do first," Shishio said, looking at the file in his hand

"Sir?" Shinta asked.

"Stay here with Yumi. I must go speak to our lovely dove in private," he revealed, shaking his woman off his arm.

"Stay here with HIM? To see her?" she nearly yelled, unable to control herself any longer.

"If you had a problem with something, you should have revealed it when I asked," Shishio said as he continued down the opposite direction, leaving the pair alone.

Yumi stomped her slipper-clad foot into the floor in a tantrum. She looked at Shishio's back, then at Shinta and stamped her foot again. There was no way she was going to be left in the company of this common...

"Is there something I could get you to calm you? A pacifier maybe?" Shinta smiled, waiting for her to return the verbal jab.

Instead, Yumi inhaled deeply, held her head up high and stormed back off to her chambers. Shinta laughed as he stayed right at her heels.

"I get the feeling you don't like me very much," he said, putting a hand on her bare shoulder. The look she gave was one of shock and horror as she smacked him as hard as she could.

"No one is allowed to touch me except Shishio-sama! I'll have your head for this violation!" she yelled.

Just as she was about to turn around, she found herself against the wall. She hit it with a thud, slightly knocking the air out of her. She gasped as she felt a warm body press against hers, pressing her back further into paper-covered plasterboard. Shinta held Yumi firmly by, his chest pressing against breasts barely concealed the silk kimono she wore. His cheek grazed against her own as his hot breath found its way to her neck as he whispered to her.

"Believe it or not, you don't scare me nor do you impress me much. A high ranking whore is still a whore in my book. Either act like you have some common sense or I'll start treating you accordingly," he said, his voice forceful, yet oddly seductive.

Yumi struggled against him, but it was no use. His light body seemed to gain mass as she realized how firmly he captured her. She was sure there would be an imprint left in the wall behind her. Shinta laughed against her futile attempt before pressing his pelvis against hers. For a moment, she smirked, knowing that he had to be acting in a fit of jealousy. He knew he could never have her and it drove him insane. But, his lack of physical arousal sent uneasy chills down her spine.

"What are you going to do? Rape me?" she spat, still trying to break free.

Shinta stepped back a step and looked at her with wicked amusement.

"Rape? Why is it all these attractive women think and attractive man as I needs to force sex upon them? As I mentioned, you do not impress me. You are nice to look at, nice to touch, but I'm not one for second-hand goods," Shinta released her wrists from his grasp and she scurried to the opposite side of the hall, panting. "Don't worry. Your virtues are safe with me."

Yumi saw the sarcastic smile and she wish she possessed the strength to claw his eyes out. How bold and stupid was he! Anybody would have ran in on their scene. He insulted her to her face, as well as insulted Shishio by demeaning his woman. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs for someone to kill this traitor, but, she knew they he would probably slit her throat before her mouth could fly open. Tears of hurt pride rolled down her face, and she swore she could see his expression change for a split second. Without any warning, Shinta grabbed Yumi by the arm and continued down the hall.

"Don't test me anymore, you understand?" he warned, this time, without as much blatant hatred.

"Hai," Yumi replied quietly.

"Paloma" peeled out of her sweat-drenched tank top and her blood-stained bottoms and threw them in the trash can next to the hamper with a huff. That American's blood ruined her most favorite exercise pants. She should have made it more exciting, she thought to herself. At least, it would have been worth the cost. Well, it was worth it. Shishio was very pleased with her. "A kindred spirit" he called her. In a way, it disgusted and flattered her. To be in the same rungs as that scum did not appeal to her, but, she probably did enjoy killing as much as he. And to think that he will be the most joyful kill of all. She giggled to herself, imagining what Shishio's last moments will be like. Maybe she would "accidentally" kill him during one of the matches, her blade going where it shouldn't. Or perhaps a bit of poison? It has been so long since she'd poisoned a mark. Perhaps Shishio was allergic to bees? No, she shook her head at those thought. A man of battle should die in battle. A fight to the death. A dirty fight, but a fight none the less. The was the only proper way to dispose of...

"Good evening, my dove," Shishio's sultry voice said, making Kaoru turn and attempt to cover her nude form.

Shishio walked to her and shook his head, placing the file about her on the nightstand. He gently took the small woman by the wrist and moved her arm away from her full breasts. Paloma tried her best to blush and look ashamed and shocked. Shishio smirked as he took her other hand and removed it from covering her lower region. He took in her sweat-clad body with his eyes, and then licked the length of her collarbone, lapping up the salty sweetness.

"Shishio-sama!" Kaoru half yelled, half moaned.

Shishio's member hardened instantly at the sounds the small woman before him made. If a lick caused such a reaction, what would a firm staff inside of her evoke? He chuckled to himself as he released her and sat down on her bed. Kaoru ran to her dresser to get a towel, but he shook his head and motioned for her to sit down next to him.

"You belong to me now. No need to feel frightened. You didn't seem scared when you were killing Cho," Shishio teased, rubbing her bare thigh.

"I don't want to run the risk of sounding rude, but I am your fighter, not your concubine," Kaoru stated, standing up.

She slowly backed away from Shishio and this time, he showed no interest in stopping her. She kept an eye him and grabbed her robe, which laid on her dresser, and draped it over her body. Shishio's smile stayed on his face, remembering what her body looked like without the covering.

"My apologies. You are my fighter. I have plenty of women to tend to my needs," he said with a shrug.

"Like that woman that's usually attached to your arm. Does she know you are in my room?" she asked, truly testing her bounds with him.

"Yumi-san is my dearest companion and lover. And yes, she knows I am here," he replied, chuckling as he remembered her reaction to him coming to see Kaoru.

"I don't like that woman," she said bluntly.

"She doesn't like you, either," he replied in like.

"Shishio-sama, I am here to serve you. Though I am young, I am not one for games. I will be your tactical pawn in killings people at your discretion, no more. What reason do I owe this personal visit?" Kaoru asked, folding her arms.

"Ohhhhh?" Shishio-sama replied.

How truly intriguing this woman was! She was more than respectful under the watchful eyes of the public, but in front of him, she was bold and straight to the point. Her fire drew him in like a moth. He noted to himself not to get his wings singed in the process.

"Well?" she prompted.

"Shinta brought that file to me."

"So?"

"So...I find it interesting, that's all."

"That's all?"

"That's all," he said, opening his arms out and smiling.

"You couldn't tell me that in public?" Kaoru quizzed, showing her annoyance.

Shishio Makoto was, in fact, a very handsome man. This is by no accident, so to speak. He had the best plastic surgeons work on him after he was burned alive by the same people who had once employed him as a shadow assassin for a political party. He moved in the shadows of the new movement as a fellow politician. No one suspected him, but the Party thought his very existence would be a handicap. So, they set a car bomb for him. Luckily, he had a reinforced floorboard that saved him from the worst of the blast, but still left him burnt on a great deal of his body. He worked undercover for five years as his surgeries were going on. All the while, the people who ordered him dead waiting for their deaths, for they knew he would return.

And he did.

He came back, mostly in tact. Only a few of the burns were not repairable. Shishio unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a long, wide scar across his chest to Paloma. It wasn't unsightly. Somehow, it had healed the same color as his normal skin. It looked more like someone had spilled silly putty on his chest. The scar was shiny and taught, and Paloma imagined there must have been a time where his whole body looked like that.

"This scar," Shishio started, walking towards Paloma, "is a reminder. The people I worked for the most and trusted had worked very hard to kill me. They failed. I know there are assassins coming for me soon, Paloma. I've know for a long while. With a great deal of caution, I have been adding to my organization, preparing for a strike. "

He paused to take her hand and put it on his injured chest. Kaoru winced at the sensation. It didn't at all feel like she was touching a human. The skin was hot and felt of hard plastic. The couple of stray hairs that survived being smothered under the tissue felt like sandpaper. Shishio squeezed her hand, forcing her eyes to catch his.

"Though you are very young, my dove, I can tell you can think like me. And since you think like me, you think that those assholes that are going to come to try to kill me. I will train you, take you under my wing and make you the most powerful and feared woman in the world. You can have your rightful place in the new history I am writing. How would you like that?" Shishio asked, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it softly.

"I would like only to kill who you want me to," she replied coolly. "Nothing more."

"Hmmm. Not a glory hog?" he asked.

"No."

"I guess in that way, you are more like Shinta."

"I don't like him, either."

"You don't like anyone I like."

"I like myself," Kaoru said with a smile.

"Quick girl," Shishio said before taking her lips.

He wasted no time in disrobing Kaoru. He gripped her firm breast in his hand as he rubbed her derriere with the other. Kaoru was unresponsive, not knowing if she should touch him or not, unsure if she wanted to touch him or not. His hand moved from her rear to her inner thigh and Kaoru let out a muffled moan under the kiss. She knew it was best to just play the part. She moved her hand down his flawed chest to his waist. She unfastened the pants and slipped her slender, calloused hand under the waistband. She found his length and began to stroke it. Shishio groaned and broke the kiss to nip Paloma on her shoulder.

"Shishio, we shouldn't. I barely know you," Kaoru whispered.

"Ah, so the innocent-eyed girl returns. You know me enough to kill for me," he retorted, pushing her down on the floor.

He wedged his leg between hers and spread them apart, allowing his body it sink into her thighs. She could feel his iron rod against her bare womanhood, only a layer of silk keeping him from penetrating her.

"Shishio-sama, I can't," Kaoru yelped. "I won't! I'm not your whore."

With a bit of leverage, Kaoru thrust her hip up and rolled on her side, making Shishio fall off of her. She scrambled to her robe as he stayed on the floor and laughed almost as sadistically as he did after she killed Cho. Her chest was heaving, her hands shaking violently as her whole body was red with anger.

"You're not my whore," he whispered to himself, standing up. "You may not be willing to make love to me, that is true. But, you have a service. You kill people at will, for money. I give you money; you give up your skill. You are still a whore. Every politician is a whore. Every assassin is a whore. Even every boss. Everyone is a whore in one way or another."

"As I said before, I will give you my skills in killing, but nothing else," Kaoru replied, staring him in the eyes.

"You are intriguing, my dove. You tell me that, yet if I had managed slip inside of you while we were on the floor, you would be screaming my name," he teased.

"I had no idea you were such a sexual deviant," Kaoru spat.

"Come on, I order people's deaths like a fat man orders fried chicken. Is it really such a stretch?" he asked, shrugging. "You will fight The Great Scythe tomorrow. I trust we will see 'Heaven and Earth' tomorrow, right?"

"If I so inclined to perform it, yes," Kaoru responded.

"Good, see you tomorrow," Shishio said, fastening his shirt and walking out the door.

After it shut, "Paloma" removed her robe and rolled her eyes. Sometimes she wondered where is obtained her acting skills. She would have probably won a handful of Oscars by now if she went into acting, she thought to herself. She knew full well about Shishio's heightened sexuality and Yumi's jealousy due to it. He never flaunted it in front of her, for he truly care for her it seemed...but like most men in power, he enjoyed getting as much tail as he could. But, it also seemed he viewed "Paloma" differently. She smirked, thinking of what Yumi's reaction must have been to finding out he was coming to her chambers. Best to be care, though. Wouldn't want her getting to suspicious.

And then, there was that damn Shinta. He was so new, there was no data on him, but he seemed to be sexually inclined as well. What was it with the men in this organization? Though, she wouldn't have minded to much if she had to sleep with him before killing him. Kaoru stepped into the shower and imagined Shinta moaning with pleasure under her as she took a small knife slit his throat just as he reached his peak. Kaoru giggled devilishly. She had the best job in the world, even if the vacations were too short. She did things for money that she would probably do for free.

Once clean, she put on a sports bra and bike pants and walked in front of the large mirrored wall and began practicing for her next kill tomorrow.