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Bible Black: Training Days

Part Six: Prisoner

�Wake up. Wake up! You have to wake up!�
Yuge woke with a growl. �Kurumi-chan! I just barely got to sleep!�
�I know,� she said. She was standing next to his bed in her underwear again.
That was how he knew. �Another one?�
She nodded and handed him the phone.

Ten minutes later they were dressed and pulling in front of Ichigo Commuter Station downtown. As they got out of the car, Yuge asked, �Are you sure you�re ready for this?�
The question made Imari pause. �I�I think I should stay outside, but if I do that I�ll never get used to it, will I?�
�It�s not something normal people should have to get used to,� Yuge said.
Imari nodded, then steeled herself. �I�m ready.�
Yuge nodded, then led the way into the station. This time the crowd of police was milling around outside the entrance to the Women�s Bathroom. There was a single Tokken agent waiting for them this time, a male investigator named Hasegawa. �It�s the same M.O., Chief,� he said as Yuge approached. �Two women, throats slashed, bodies mutilated. This time you beat the coroner here, but he�ll probably confirm it.
Yuge took a moment to look around before entering the bathroom. �It�s not the same,� he muttered. Imari blinked when she heard it, but he didn�t elaborate, so she slipped on a pair of gloves and followed him in.
They were met by the first district police investigator on the scene. �You�re Yuge?� The man asked.
Yuge flashed the ID hanging from his neck. �Chief Investigator, Tokken,� he said.
�Kurosawa,� the policeman said.
Yuge looked past him to the only body visible. It was a young, slim woman dressed for a night on the town. The throatslash was obvious, as was the damage done to her body and the pool of blood that resulted. �Where�s the other body?�
�In the stall,� Kurosawa said. �Older woman.�
Yuge noted the freshness of the blood. �This didn�t happen long ago.�
�The custodian called it in only about a half an hour ago,� Kurosawa said. �I don�t think it happened long before that.�
Yuge maneuvered carefully around the young victim so he could get a look inside the stall Kurosawa had indicated. Sure enough, there was a plump, pretty woman sprawled across the basin. She was on her stomach, but the amount of blood around her indicated she�d suffered the same fate as the girl.
Yuge could tell something else. �She was using the toilet.�
Imari gasped. �That fits the M.O. too!�
Yuge grunted and turned to her for just a moment. Imari panicked. Just when I was handling the sight of blood I open my stupid mouth!

Yuge simply turned back to the policeman. �Do we know who they are?�
Kurosawa checked his notes. �Aika Sumerigawa, aged 43, and Himeko Sumerigawa, aged 22. Their purses were found nearby, no sign of anything missing.�
�Any witnesses to the attack?�
�No, but there was one to the victims� arrival. A train worker spotted them coming off the Saitama train. He noticed the older woman looked like she was desperate for the toilet.�
�Did he see anyone following them?�
�He said he didn�t.�
Yuge frowned at that. Just then Hasegawa opened the door. �Coroner�s here, Chief,� he said as the medical examiner entered.
Yuge got the man�s attention. �Let me know if there are differences in method.�
�Of course, Chief,� the coroner said.
Yuge turned to Hasegawa. �Interview the train worker yourself. Make sure he didn�t see anyone following them in.�
�Yes, sir!� Hasegawa said.
Yuge abruptly left the bathroom. Imari was so surprised by the action the door had closed behind him before she thought to follow. She caught up with him at a trot and followed him all the way back to the car. He got in on the passenger side, letting her know she was driving. �Where to?� She asked as she buckled in.
�Home. There�s nothing more we can do tonight. Tomorrow morning, we must see those reports of grave robberies.�
Imari blinked. �What�s wrong?�
�Many things. Didn�t you see it?�
�See what? The way they were killed? Isn�t that the way all the women were killed and mutilated?�
�No. The genitalia in the previous victims were removed mainly with surgical precision. The skinny one�s genitals were practically hacked off, as if time were a factor.�
�That�s why you wanted the coroner to tell you if there were any differences.�
Yuge grunted. �I want him to confirm what I saw.�
�So that�s what�s wrong?�
�So is the location.�
�Why?�
�Think, Imari!� The rebuke made her jump, so he continued more softly. �They were killed in a public restroom in a train station. All the other murders took place outdoors, in alleys and on isolated parts of the street.�
�But�the station was pretty deserted��
�But not enough, Kurumi-chan. Not enough to do what they needed to without greater risk of being discovered. That�s why the organs were removed sloppily. Now, think! What does everything tell you?�
Imari thought about it. �They changed the way they commit murders, took greater risk�they must have had a reason to�right?�
�What reason? If you were them, why would you change how you do things?�
�Well, I guess�if the previous way were working for me�I�d only change if I simply couldn�t do it the old way anymore.�
�Exactly! And what�s different for them about the old way?� Imari drew a blank, so he continued. �What�s different is I have most of Tokken and half the district police staking out the places they might normally go!�
Imari gasped as it hit her. �They must have tried to get their victims elsewhere and seen the surveillance!�
�Or worse! They somehow knew beforehand and didn�t even bother. Either way, they chose a new hunting ground on the fly and got lucky! And they�ve reached a mythic number!�
�Seven female victims, seven sets of female genitalia,� Imari whispered.
�It�s possible they now have everything they need, which means they may start their ritual soon. We�re running out of time!�
Yuge went silent after that, and Imari didn�t have anything else to contribute, so they continued home in silence.

Imari managed to fall asleep quickly once she was back in her bed, but she was plagued by horrifying dreams. The most vivid starred Kitami-sensei. In one, Imari was back in Art Club sketching Takashiro-sensei. Takashiro was sitting on a nearby stool with her legs crossed. She started to fidget and told Imari she had to go to the bathroom, but Imari ordered her to stay where she was until the sketch was finished. Writhing, frantic, Takashiro-sensei finally reached her limit and started to piss. Imari�s eye was drawn to the cascade of yellow liquid emerging from between Takashiro�s thighs, so she almost missed it when Kitami-sensei materialized behind Takashiro and slit her throat, then she was suddenly immobile as Kitami proceeded to mutilate Takashiro�s corpse. When Kitami held Takashiro�s dismembered breasts up for her to see, Imari woke up screaming.
That and other night terrors made it almost impossible to sleep, but Imari did so fitfully. In the morning Yuge had to wake her again, but this time she had enough time to get ready and drive them in to work herself. As soon as they were at Tokken Yuge went to see Chief Shige. Imari followed dutifully behind him. When they got to the Old Man�s office they found the door closed. �I�m coming in!� Yuge called before opening the door.
They found Shige at his desk talking on the phone. He motioned them over without interrupting the call. Yuge sat in a chair while Imari stood beside him. �Yes,� he said to the person on the other end. �I understand. When can you fax them over? Good, good! Thank you, I appreciate this.� The call ended then. �You�ll have the files of the grave robbery cases in a few minutes,� Shige said as he hung up. �You should have your protégé wait for them.�
Yuge nodded, then turned to Imari. �Bring them to the squad room when they come in,� he said.
Imari came to attention and remembered not to salute. �Yes! Right away!� She left the office at a trot and went to the file room. Documents were already coming through on the fax machine. She went over them carefully. All of them had district police headers and notations. She separated them into three different file folders and raced to the squad room with them in hand. She found Yuge by the bulletin board addressing the investigators. ��and that means our killers got nervous. They�re either done with their spree or they�re about to be soon. If they are done, then they could have concluded their ritual at any time between the time of death of the Sumiregawas and this morning. If so, it will be that much harder to catch them.� He stopped abruptly. �Kurumi-chan! Do you have the files?�
�Yes!� Imari rushed over to him and handed him the files, then stood close as he examined them.
Yuge grunted. �We�ll have to check them all. Kurumi-chan, one of those rituals required the genitals of exactly seven women, yes?�
�Right! I think it was called �To raise a High-born Woman�.�
�That�s what I was afraid of. All these cases involve the theft of a female corpse, and all the names involved are prominent. When I call your name come get a file. Goto-san! Chihiro-kun! Sho-san!� Goto and Chihiro came up and each took a file. Sho was nowhere to be found. �Sho-san!� Yuge called again. He hated to repeat himself.
It was rare to see Noriko Sho flustered in any way, but that�s exactly how she looked when she came trotting into the squad room. When she realized Yuge was there, she stopped in front of him and bowed deeply. �I�m sorry!� She said. �I�m sorry I�m late!�
�Where the hell have you been?!� Yuge demanded.
Sho stayed down as she said, �I have no excuse!� She didn�t want to tell him that she had overslept. She was worried when he didn�t immediately respond, then was surprised to see him thrust a file folder under her face.
�Take it,� he said. When she complied he addressed the others. �Goto! Chihiro! Each of you take a partner and follow up on these cases. I want you to re-examine the crime scenes and talk to all the witnesses again.�
As the other investigators obeyed, Sho felt brave enough to stand up straight and ask, �Chief Investigator, is that what you want me to do?�
�I want you to go over the case,� Yuge said, �but I�ll choose your partner. Kurumi-chan!�
�Yes!� Imari said.
�You will go with Sho-san.�
Both women looked at him in shock. �Huh??!� They said in unison.
�Kurumi-chan needs more field experience,� Yuge said to Sho, �and you need to learn how to work better with your teammates! The rest of you, I want your stake-out reports on my desk in one hour!� He then stormed out of the squad room.
Imari watched him go, then turned warily to face Sho-san. The senior investigator was glaring at her, then her look softened, then she reached into her purse and pulled out a set of car keys. She tossed them to Imari.
�My car. You�re driving.�

In retrospect, Imari wasn�t surprised that Noriko Sho drove a compact sportscar. Sho had the air of someone who�s aesthetic tastes were as rich as her sexual tastes were deviant. The car was easier to handle than Imari thought it would be, given that it had a manual transmission. As she drove and shifted gears, Sho went over the case file.
Their first stop was a cemetery at the outskirts of the district. They spent about half an hour there interviewing the caretaker and going over the grave site. After that, they had to interview members of the family of the woman who was stolen, friends and co-workers. Doing this took up most of the morning.
Around lunchtime both women found themselves in a similar predicament. �Kurumi-chan,� Sho said as she squirmed, �do you have to pee too?�
�Yes,� Imari said softly. She�d been worried about mentioning it because she had no idea what the revelation would make Sho do. Still, she was trying to drive with her knees clamped together and quivering, and if she didn�t get to a bathroom soon, they�d both have more than one kind of accident.
�Okay,� Sho said. �Do you want to come to my house?�
�Your house?� Imari said.
Sho nodded. �I live near here. If we go there we can both use the bathroom, and we can have lunch before we finish with the file. Would that be okay?�
Imari�s desperation was momentarily forgotten as she contemplated the gesture. Is Sho-san really being nice to me? She didn�t have long to think about it. Her body was dictating this decision. �Yes! Please, let�s do that!�
�Good!� Sho gave her directions and Imari followed them as quickly as traffic ordinances would allow. They led to a high brick wall that blocked the view of the residence inside from casual onlookers. Imari kept on until she reached a drive that led to a massive wrought iron gate.
By now, Sho had both her hands inside her skirt and pressing against her crotch. Imari only had one hand free to do the same. �That red button on my key chain opens the gate.� Sho said.
Reluctantly, Imari let go of her crotch and pressed the button. She quickly put her hand back as the gate opened to reveal a long road flanked by tall trees on both sides.
�I can�t wait,� Sho moaned. �Kurumi-chan, stop just inside the gate and park the car!�
Imari did as ordered. Sho climbed out of the car as soon as it stopped and raced for the treeline. Imari got out clumsily and followed her. By the time she found her behind a tree, Sho had already hiked up her skirt and was lowering her panties to her knees. She started to piss a hard stream as she crouched down in the grass. Imari just stood for a moment and watched the action as she held her own pussy.
�Just go here,� Sho cooed. �it�s all right.�
Imari blushed, but she didn�t have much choice. She raised her own skirt and lowered her panties and crouched down facing Sho. She let her bladder go with a sigh.
For the next few moments, there were no sounds but the birds, the wind rustling through the trees and two streams of piss splashing on the ground, turning relatively hard soil to mud at the women�s feet. Imari�s stream dried up first, but she stayed crouched and watched Sho until she was finished. �I guess you really had to go�� she said with a blush.
Sho blushed back and nodded, then she stood up and took her panties all the way off. She used them to wipe her pussy and tossed them further into the trees. �Just wipe yourself with your panties and toss them in,� she said. �The landscaper will take care of them.�
It seemed a strange thing to do, but if Sho-san said it was okay�Imari stood and repeated Sho�s actions with her own panties, then both women adjusted their skirts and returned to the car, resuming their seats.
When they were moving again, Sho said, �When I was a little girl I used to play in the trees all the time. It�s a long way to the house, so when I had to pee I didn�t always make it back, so sometimes I would just pee in the trees.�
As she spoke, the trees cleared and the residence they hid was visible. The road was leading them toward a sprawling three-story mansion surrounded by acres of beautifully manicured land.
Imari gasped at the sight. �I can understand that. This would be such a big place to a little girl!�
Sho grinned. �It was, but I tried to explore all of it anyway. It took me till I was a teenager to really get a handle on it. Say, turn off on that side road there.�
Imari did as she was told. �Where are we going?�
�Well, since we don�t have to pee anymore we have time, so I want to show you something before we go in for lunch. Just keep following this road around the house.�
�All right.�
They passed several outbuildings as they drove. The second largest was a guest house that looked bigger than the house Imari grew up in. The largest was a large marble structure with columns in its face. That was what Sho wanted Imari to see. Another side road led to it, so Imari turned onto it and stopped in front of the looming structure.
�It looks like a crypt,� Imari said as they got out.
�That�s exactly what it is,� Sho said. �The family crypt.�
Imari read the kanji carved into the face above the columns. �But that�s not your name.�
�Oh, I changed my name for work,� Sho said. �My Dad thinks no one of our status should be a police officer or any kind of civil servant, so to please him I changed my name when I joined the force. So, do you want to see inside?�
Imari hesitated. �Is that okay?�
Sho smiled. �Of course! The reason to put a crypt on your own property is so that family can visit any time they want. You�re with me, so it�s okay.� She held out a hand.
Imari hesitated a moment more, then smiled and took the hand. Sho led her into the crypt, and Imari was so struck by how gentle Sho was being that she immediately forgot that something about the name on the crypt seemed familiar.
Inside, Sho played tour guide. �Some of our family�s most powerful and influential members are buried here.� She pointed at one plaque. �He, for instance, was a high-ranking member of the Meiji court.� She pointed out another one. �And he was on the board of the heavy industry contractor that helped build the Imperial Fleet during the Pacific War.� She pointed out one more. �And he was part of that same company when it built the ships that won the war with Russia over Kamchatka.�
Imari was awestruck. �Your family has seen so much history.�
�Yes! We�re an old, proud family!�
As she looked around, Imari noticed something strange. She pointed and asked, �Who�s buried there?�
Sho looked where she was pointing. �Oh, she died more recently. Why do you ask?�
Imari broke away and went over. �Can�t you see? The plaque is crooked, and it looks like it�s cracked.� She bent low to take a closer look and realized it wasn�t just cracked. There was a decent-sized hole in the marble by the plaque, and there were several cracks throughout the face, as if the stone had been broken and haphazardly repaired.
Imari suddenly felt sick as a dreadful possibility came to her. Slowly, nervously, she leaned forward to look into the hole. There was just enough light in the structure for her to make out that the space behind this particular plaque was empty.
�Sho-san,� she whispered, �did you say a woman was buried here? Would she be considered a �high-born� woman?�
There was no response until Imari felt a large needle penetrate her ass cheek and inject something into her. She wheeled, only to find Sho grinning maniacally and backing away. In her right hand was a large syringe.
Imari wanted to attack her, but suddenly her limbs were jelly and wouldn�t support her. Everything went black before she hit the floor.

Imari came to what seemed like only a few minutes later. She felt groggy and listless, so she fought to wake herself up. As she became more aware, she wondered why her feet weren�t touching the ground. It wasn�t until she was fully awake that she realized it was because she was suspended above it. She was shackled at the wrists and being held aloft by chains connected to them. After that, she saw that she had been stripped. She was wearing nothing but her uniform stockings.
Then she tried to get a handle on her surroundings�and nearly panicked.
The large space was dimly lit by torches and candles. There was a large, block altar in front of her, one in the center of large magic circle painted on the floor. The circle was covered by splotches of blood which seemed to have come from the altar. On the altar itself lay what looked like a woman�s body under a burial shroud.

No, Imari thought, no! Not again! Then she did panic. She wriggled and wrestled, trying to free herself of her bonds. It was no use, but she felt she had to try. She only stopped when she heard someone say, �My God, you look so hot bouncing around like that.�
Imari was enraged. �Sho-san! You let me go right now!�
Noriko Sho stepped out of the shadows to where Imari could see her clearly. She was grinning the way she had been when she attacked. She was no longer in uniform either, wearing instead a leather corset and thigh-high leather boots. There was no bra or panties, so she was showing off her mountainous breasts along with her pussy. �I don�t think so,� she said. �Not after I went through so much to get you here.�
Frantic, Imari played her trump card. �If you don�t let me go, Yuge-san will be furious!�
Sho snorted. �Please! That old fool?� She pretended to put a phone up to her ear, then said in her best �honey� voice, ��Chief Investigator, I�ve brought Kurumi-chan home to have lunch with me, then we�ll finish our investigation. We probably won�t be back until late, is that okay? Oh? You�ll drive yourself home and I can bring her? Yes, I understand. I�ll tell her. Thank you, Chief Investigator.� She dropped the act and leered at Imari. �I estimate I have until after your normal dinnertime to have my way with you. I�m pretty sure he won�t be too worried about you until then.�
Imari shook with anger. �Fine! Then just let me down so it will be a fair fight!�
�No, no, no! You�re just going to have to stay there until we�re done, so be a good girl and stop struggling, okay?�
Imari had other ideas. She got up as much momentum as she could and swung toward Sho with a kick meant to take her head off. Sho dodged it easily.
�I see we�re going to have to shackle your feet after all,� Sho said.
�I told you she would be a handful,� someone else said.
Imari froze. Suddenly she had that sick feeling again, because she recognized the voice. Sure enough, a moment later Junko Mochida stepped out of the shadows. It was disheartening to realize that Mochida-san was part of Sho�s plans, but that wasn�t even the biggest surprise of the day.
No, the biggest surprise was what Mochida was wearing. �That�s�that�s my school uniform!� Imari said.
Mochida shrugged. �Well, it was my school uniform too.�
Sho turned to her and smiled prettily. �It fits you well.� She appraised the tightness of the corset vest and blouse and looked lustily at the leggy flesh highlighted by the stockings and pleated skirt.
Mochida blushed under the scrutiny. �Thank you. I was glad I could keep in shape enough for it to fit me again. I haven�t worn it in so long.� She shook her head, shaking away some memories. �Enough of that for now. Let�s secure our little Kurumi-chan, shall we?�
�No! Stop!� Imari tried to kick both of them, but they grabbed her ankles and soon had them shackled and chained to the floor. This practically immobilized her in mid-air. She strained mightily, but could only move her limbs a few inches at a time.
Satisfied, Mochida and Sho backed off to admire their work. �Yes, that�s much better,� Sho said.
�It certainly is,� Mochida said.
Imari appealed to her friend. �Mochida-san, please! Help me get out of this! I know you�ll help me, because you�ve always been nice to me, so please let me go!�
The other women thought about it a moment, then Mochida said, �Do you think we should gag her?�
Sho grinned evilly. �Let her talk. It�s entertaining.�
�You keep out of this, Sho-san!� Imari shot back.
�By the way, you can stop calling me �Sho�. I guess at this point my career at Tokken is over, right Junko-sama?�
�I believe so, Noriko-chan.�
�Right, so I don�t have to please Daddy anymore, so you can call me by my real name�Kozono.�

Kozono! As she said it, the feeling of déjà vu that had struck Imari when she�d read it outside came again, and this time she racked her brains trying to figure out why. �You�re name is Noriko Kozono? But why does that�?�
Then it hit her. It was familiar because it was part of long suppressed memories�the memories of Reika Kitami! �Oh, my God�� she whispered when she realized the full implications of what her tormentor had just told her.
Mochida didn�t notice. Her attention was on the shroud. �It�s working, Noriko-chan!� She called out. �Look!�
Imari and Noriko Kozono looked at the shroud. Imari gasped and Noriko smiled wide as the figure underneath it sat up. The cover fell to reveal a beautiful girl with large breasts and long, black hair. She threw the shroud aside when she decided to stand all the way up, revealing an hourglass figure. She then walked through the blood covering the circle around her, getting close to Noriko. As they watched, both Noriko and Mochida fell to their knees and looked up to the woman reverently.
�Onee-san,� Mochida whispered.
��Nee-sama,� Noriko whispered.
When the woman got close, Noriko took a long red sash out of her corset and held it out to her as if it were a crown. The woman took it and proceeded to twist up her long hair, then she used the sash to fix a long, twisty pony-tail into it. With that done, she went back to the altar and used a finger to pick up some blood. She rubbed it on her top lip, then pressed her lips together, giving them a blood-red hue. After that, she walked all the way to Imari and looked her in the eye. She smiled savagely.
If she could have, Imari would have recoiled in horror. The woman had the same golden eyes that Noriko had shown when they first met, but these eyes were even more sinister, and added to the hair and lips, were the signature of an evil greater than any she had ever known, the evil that had started all the troubles in her school so long ago. They were the eyes of the woman who had tried to sacrifice Reika Kitami.
The eyes of Nami Kozono!
They stared at each other for a moment, then Nami took a moment to look at her former lover and baby sister. When she turned back to Imari, she looked up and down the girl�s body.
�Hmm,� she thought aloud. �this should be interesting.�
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