Cruelty Deserves Its Own Reward (Flashback/Private)

Shimiko stood outside a certain mansion. The mansion was beautiful, aesthetically pleasing in every way with a sprawling grounds complete with statutes and fountains. It reminded her of Natsuru's home but where Natsuru had grown up in a loving environment this dwelling held nothing but dark secrets. Shimiko had agonized over whether to bring the Thundercats in on this one. She had told herself over and over that maybe with their help, Sakata's, and perhaps the Raikage this could all be resolved with little to no risk to the twins. She decided against it. Revenge was a dish best served cold and with a minimal amount of cooks. Help would only get in the way. They may say the judgment was too severe, they may wish for a more peaceful resolution, or they may literally steal their thunder. This was about personal vengeance and Shimiko's role was purely as a facilitator. She would get the twins close to the stepfather and make sure that they had the opportunity to face and kill their abuser. Bringing her own friends into this was intrusive and inappropriate. And so with that in mind Shimiko hatched a plan to get them into the mansion. The only thing she needed was someone to vouch for them. She turned to her fellow cultists, a man who had the right contacts in the right places in the criminal underworld. A man who did not traffic in children but knew how such people thought. On their behalf he had learned how to set up the perfect sting operation.

The result was disturbing but effective. The three of them stood outside the mansion in the pouring rain. Shimiko was Shimiko but not really. Neither her nor the twins and their older male companion looked like their normal selves. She had used the Blood Transformation Technique to turn each of them into entirely different people. Shimiko had tan skin with white hair and a much smaller frame than usual. The twins had red hair and freckles and were a a few inches shorter than normal. Each of them wore pink tutu outfits. Not in of themselves salacious but to the mind of a depraved degenerate it might as well have been lingerie. Their "handler" (but in truth ally) was a short bald man. The disguises were impeccable having changed their entire physiology in such a way that not even a sensor would recognize them. Their voices, gait, and overall appearances had changed completely and totally. Assuming the twins were merged as the plan had called for, they'd be able to gain access to the stepafther with little trouble. The trio waited to be let in. Shimiko's fellow Jashinist had pretended to be a pimp and purveyor of children. He had contacted the stepfather through a friend of a friend and was giving them to him as a gesture of goodwill. A tribute to a man whose meteoric rise only meant good things for his friends and allies. In reality, he was letting three stone cold killers into his home. Shimiko gripped the twin's shoulder with one hand and a pink parasol with the other.

"Its going to be okay" she whispered.

The twins had gone with Shimiko as they prepared for the day they had long waited for, the day they could finally end his life. The weather was perfect for murder, with the heavy storm and thunder as well as lightning it would make it hard to understand what was going on inside the mansion. It would also help wash away their tracks and make it very difficult to find trace evidence, the twins themselves having a changed everything physically would make it impossible to link this crime to themselves. They both wore pink tutus and held pink parasols as they would wait for the man with them to offer their services. They would feel her hand on their shoulder with her saying everything would be okay, they would nod as they began to think and remember what the plan was.

"We cannot wait, this will be quite a fun night for us, yes quite a nice night."

A wicked smile would cross their faces as they were merged into one being but it was clear they wanted to kill this man more then anyone could imagine. They almost were shaking in excitement, finally, they had found someone for them Shimiko was the one they would offer their life for. She was there everything and they would make her loyalty worth everything.

The twins were excited which was good. They had brought their appetite for murder and tonight they would get their fill. The gate slowly swung open and lo and behold the henchman from the restaurant stood in front of them. He looked over at the girls and smiled while shaking his head. It was as if he knew what was in store for the little girls that showed up to this place. The bald man exchange words with the henchman. Words of flattery, praise, and promise. He insisted the girls would give him a night to remember and that he was free to do with them as he pleased. The henchman waved their chaperone off as if he had heard similar things from other pimps. Shimiko pegged him as a man who was so accustomed to this process that he couldn't even be bothered to speak with the pimps and their victims. He grabbed them roughly by their necks and practically dragged them to the mansion. He had no patience for their small and timid steps. They were to be brought to his Master quickly and if they yelped with pain and discomfort on the way there, all the better it seemed. Shimiko had to keep herself from attacking the henchman outright. She knew that when the time came, she'd need to go for him first. He would need to die before she got around to picking off the rest of the bodyguards that littered the grounds. Shimiko's fellow Jashinist departed as the gates closed behind them. He had offered to try and gain entrance to act as backup but they decided it would only arouse suspicion. The pimps tended to take their payment and leave or in this case a vague promise of friendship and future collaboration.

The brutalizer hefted them through the door and continued pushing and shoving them through the mansion. Shimiko looked around and noted her surroundings. Elegant and beautiful but hints of sadism and madness abound. The art was disturbing and something straight out of a horror novel. She averted her eyes and focused on her task. She pretended to be scared and innocent, squealing whenever the henchman was too rough and whimpering when he shoved too hard. It was rough treatment but she could take it. It was the twins she was worried about. She knew that victims tended to lapse into a state of learned helplessness when saturated with aggressive stimuli and put in the same abusive environment they had escaped. She had seen it from both sacrifices and fellow Jashinists. She prayed to her God that the same would not happen to the twins as they were forced into a master bedroom. The henchman made a lewd comment and locked the door with a slam. The lack of footsteps from outside made it clear that he was close outside the door.

A man was sitting in a chair with his back to them. A roaring fire in front of him and a glass of wine on a nightstand next to the chair. Shimiko knew the man was nothing more than a civilian but something about the whole thing felt off. She sensed an evil in this man that was so black and pure evil that an unthinkable thought crossed her mind. Was he more ruthless than her? Without Jashinism? Without the powers of Ninjutsu? Was this man more cold-blooded and zealous in pursuing his interests than even her? The thought caused her to hold her breath momentarily as she waited for him to address them.

As the gate opened all three were roughly treated as they were yanked and grabbed by the neck and air, the twins had to greatly restrain themselves so they would not kill. They understood this terrible place more than anyone else, they knew exactly where to get weapons as they would trip near one of the tables near the living room with them knocking off a letter opener before they would slide it and placing it up under the long sock on their leg. They would be roughly picked back up before finally making it to the room where all three were tossed inside, they could feel the sick darkness of the man, he had even gotten worse from the way he felt from before.

They would not mention a word as they waited to be greeted by this sick pervert, he was complete scum and would deserve every bit of pain they plan to inflict on him. As they waited the felt nervous what would he ask of them they had to play along some in order to get close and lower his guard. Even if it meant some pleasuring of him just to make sure he was not watching what they were doing, they needed a clean kill with him being unable to scream and a stab to the right side of the neck in the artery would puncture his vocal cords making him unable to call for help.

The man grabbed the wine and drank it silently. He didn't speak or acknowledge them in anyway. Shimiko swallowed in anticipation of what was to happen next. Had they been found out? Was he aware that this was all a ruse? Eventually he rose out of the chair and turned to face him. The Twins' stepfather was a portly man with a white leather trenchcoat and matching white suit. He was well-dressed and Shimiko recognized the designer brand that he had draped himself in. Everything else about him was totally and complete ugly. His face was riddled with blemishes and his eyes were a vile yellow and hidden behind a pair of circular spectacles. Even his immaculately combed blonde hair did him no favors. He spoke an accent that Shimiko didn't recognize and it only served to infuriate her. She masked her fury with a look of fear and awe. She grabbed the fringes of her tutu and did a curtsy which elicited a sound from the stepfather that was a mixture of joy and arousal. She expected the Twins to repeat the gesture in their unified body. She looked up at the man and whispered:

"We are here to please you....Sir...."

The words were choked out with fear but in reality Shimiko was stifling her white hot anger. She had to tease him to lure him closer. For what they had planned next, he'd need to be close.

"Oh? But you're so eager. Let's see if we can't fix that" he produced a leather whip and struck it against the ground loudly as he advanced towards him. The sado-sexual intentions made abundantly clear given the tent in his trousers. Shimiko said nothing and knelt as if to submit. When he was less than a pace away he lashed out with the whip aiming to strike her on the side of the cheek. Shimiko grabbed the weapon with one hand and smiled.

"Gotcha" she said.

Shimiko's modified melody arm whirred and activated in a flash. The transformation jutsu was shattered in that very instant collapsing into blood that concentrated into a large bullet and launched itself into his throat causing him to make a muffled gurgle. In moments later, amplified sound had made its way into his ears via the Resonating Echo Drill Technique. The result was muffled as a result of Shimiko's exquisite chakra control. The concentrated waves would be heard by the pervert and him alone. He stumbled but before he could fall Shimiko would move to catch his right side while she hoped the twins would grab the left to ease him to the ground. They did not have long before suspicion would be aroused. Shimiko pulled duct tape around his mouth. She manipulated the blood that was now in his throat making it so that he wouldn't choke on it but also would be restrained in his attempt to squeal or draw attention. He would be groggy and in pain but conscious.

"Perfect" she say as she nodded to the twins who by now would have shed their transformed appearance. She looked at the clock and began taking inventory of the time. She bound his hands and feet then stood over him and looked down with an expression of disdain.

"Yui....Yua.....Take it from here" she turned to face the door before producing a single kunai that had been strapped to her upper thigh.

The pair would follow her lead and grab the edges of the tutu and bow but they could tell his wicked intentions as he pulled out a whip they were quite familiar with, he often had punished them with this very same whip. Before he could do any of them harm, however, Shimko grabbed the whip and did something with her blood. They were unsure what she had just done but he was disabled as she began to tape his mouth closed. They would drop the transformation as the two appeared before the man with a wicked smile, pulling the letter opener out they would lick the blade and move toward him.

"You have no idea how long we have wanted to end your life, it will feel so good for us, I hope you go to a terrible place after you die, scum like you don't deserve to live."

They would move over to him as the pair will suddenly stab several times into his neck, this was to paralyze his vocal cords but making sure not to strike anything vital. They wanted this to be slow and painful, as they would smile moving down to his left foot they would take one of his toes and place it next to the blade.

"Now this blade is very dull so this is going to hurt a lot, don't die too early now, Shimiko if you could slow the blood flow to his legs it would be wonderful."

Suddenly the twins would begin to stab into his toe with them dragging the blade across his toe before ripping to the right severing the toe clean off with him showing clear signs of distress. They would continue to carve off toes as they seemed to enjoy every moment with them licking the blood that had seeped onto the floor slowly lifting their heads and smiling as they did. They would make their way toward another part of his body as they would quickly rip down his pants, despite being in pain this sicko still had an erection. The pair would pull down his underwear as they looked in disgust, such a sick man.

They would place the base of the blade toward the bottom of his engorged member before they would stab hard into it with the mans body beginning to twitch, they would begin to saw back and forth before slicing it clean off, they would take it and place it on his chest as he likely would die soon. This would not stop the plan though. They would stip off his clothing placing his member on his naked body before moving the blade toward his arm, they would stab into it but not past the skin as they would begin to peel off his skin, making sure they did not stab into the flesh but to slowly peel away the skin. They would skin him alive until his body would enter shock and he would die, they manage to peel half of his skin off before he finally would perish. They would continue their actions to skin his entire body almost having the entire thing perfectly intact. They would move over to his mantle close by and stab the skin with the letter opener leaving it hanging like a blanket. They both appeared to be breathing heavily as it was clear they really enjoyed what they had done removing the tape from the dead man's mouth they would force it open shoving his own dismembered member into his mouth before forcing it far enough inside to close his mouth.

They had finished what they had wanted as they had a lot of blood on them licking their hands clean of blood and letting out a sigh of relief. They had to get out of here, the man who guarded him would likely return soon to see if he needed to dispose of the girls.

"We should leave soon that man will return to collect us to dispose of us soon, we are ready whenever you are."

Shimiko wanted to stop the twins. Not to prevent them from killing the man but so that they can have this kill dedicated to Jashin. She stirred but stopped herself. No. This kill was theirs and theirs alone. It was selfish and she begged Jashin for forgiveness but she could not bring herself to intrude on this sacred moment. The twins would deal with this man as they saw fit and Shimiko was content to let them have free rein on their abuser. The twins asked for her to slow the blood flow to his legs. Shimiko turned and gave a devious smile as her eyes shone with the red of the Ketsryugan. She shifted the blood in his throat and moved it through the man's body. Her own blood thickening and clotting around strategic arteries in his legs turning them cold and purple as she slowed his body's ability to get blood to his legs.

The twins began to mutilate his feet and Shimiko glanced back with approval every now and again. She kept most of her attention on the door. They hadn't made too much noise and the occasional yelping and gurgling along with the shuffling of movement on their side of the door might be mistaken for something else. When the twins were finished they were covered in the stepfather's blood. The man had been castrated, mutilated, and flayed. The had gotten their revenge and it was absolutely beautiful. The finishing touch of placing his detached genitals into his mouth was the sort of creativity that Shimiko looked for in a Jashinist. She smiled at the twins and hugged them allowing blood to cover her own clothes.

"That was beautiful....you're a natural killer and without him to control you I think you'll be a fantastic Jashinist!" she said with genuine glee. There was movement on the other side of the door. Apparently the stepfather had a panic room that led outside the grounds. They had discussed using it to escape when they made their plans but Shimiko decided she wasn't quite finished here. They had not dedicated the kill to Jashin and her God demanded his due. She decided on her target: the henchman. He had invoked her brother's name and had tormented her twins at the behest of the cruel stepfather. She wanted to kill him with her own hands. Shimiko made a handseal and created a shadow clone.

"Get out of here Yui and Yua. I'm going to stay here and finish up on some things  My clone will protect you. Follow the escape plan like we discussed and head to the Shop, our sisters in faith will help get you cleaned up so you won't have any evidence on you. I'll meet you back home."

She emphasized the word 'home'. She wanted to make it clear that this mansion and their stepfather were in the past. Shimiko's home was their home and they'd stay with her for as long as they felt comfortable. The clone would follow the twins to the escape route and the group would hopefully make it out of the grounds and away from the area. Shimiko held her kunai in a reverse grip and watched as the knob slowly turned.

She was glad Shimiko enjoyed the manner in which they killed, however it appeared she wanted to do more. She told the twins to leave as much as they wanted to contest they knew they would only be a target that could possibly cause Shimiko harm. They would move toward the exit as they worried about her but we're sure she was strong enough to deal with him. As they rushed out they would move around the corner spotting one of the house staff before they could speak a word They would move to them striking them in the throat before kicking the knee making them fall down. With a quick twist of their wrists, they would twist the neck and nap it making sure they could not speak a word to anyone.  

They would continue to rush off heading back toward Shimikosn house rushing inside as they patiently would await her return. They would pace back and forth as they dried themselves off and waited for her to hopefully come back uninjured. They only hoped she would not get caught or killed, such things would break their hearts.

EXP:10X4=40

-Exit Thread-

Shimiko watched as the door opened and the henchman marched inside shutting the door behind him. It took him an painfully long time to realize what had occured and Shimiko suspected that the twins had overestimated the man's capabilities. It tended to work that way within abusive households. The abuser and his allies seemed all powerful with capabilities that far exceeded what they could do in reality. Shimiko pegged his perceptional skills at Chuunin at best. He wasn't so tough when he was assassinating and covering up murderers of young girls. How would he fare against the likes of the Raikage's student. He stared at the scene of carnage before him and immediately recognized Shimiko. He didn't shout or call for help but merely scratched the back of his head. The shock and disbelief wore off on his face and he looked as though he was calculating his next move very carefully.

"I got too comfortable...I should have seen this coming...."
"It wouldn't have made a difference. It just would have been messier and a lot more people would have died"
"I don't necessarily condone what he does ya know. Its just my job...and I just happen to be really good at cleaning up his messes....You should know though. Those twins are worse than me. You've taken a pair of monsters under your wing and they'll do you like they did him"
"Save your breath. This isn't about them right now. Their work is finished. You used my brother's name against me and because of that I'm going to kill you"
"Ah.....well then you better get to trying. When I kill the Raikage's sister I can't really stick around now can I? And I'm going to need a headstart for my getaway" he said with a mocking grin.

Shimiko charged him not wanting to waste any more words on the child-killer.


A small crowd of guards had gathered outside the master bedroom door. They had heard the commotion inside and new that their commander and boss's right hand man was fighting inside yet the remained outside. They knew he had a penchant for personalized and stylized killing. The henchman had hated interference with his work and it would cost him. By the time he realized that Shimiko was more than he could deal with alone, he had made a critical mistake. A misstep. A momentary lapse in judgment. It was all it took for her to turn the fight in her favor. A few thuds and whispered words of prayer closed the battle. This was followed by a sawing noise and a slow opening of the door. Shimiko trudged through it clutching the henchman's severed head. The room was filled with 3 inches of blood and it sloshed out as the door opened. The guards froze when they saw their strongest leader's decapitated head. Some threw down their weapons, others backed away, and a small number stepped forward. Shimiko for her part was badly injured with daggers sticking out of her back and several puncture wounds on her chest and legs. She was covered in blood and her left eye was blackened and swollen shut. The opportunists considered attacking but she held up the henchman's head and dropped it before speaking in a raspy and exasperated tone:

"All of you knew what he was yet you did nothing. You are all complicit. My sensei, the Raikage, would have you all hung for this. If you leave the village now and never come back I promise you won't be pursued. If you try to kill me and succeed, the Raikage herself will hunt each and every one of you down. If you try to kill me and fail, you'll wish you died as quickly as he did" she kicked the man's severed head for emphasis. It rolled to one of the guards feet and he backed off. The crowd parted as they realized the gravity of the situation. Many started leaving unwilling to risk attacking her for a boss who was now dead. The Chinoike left the mansion through the front door and found the gate open. She walked home covered in blood in the dead of night until she arrived at the apartment. The twins were no doubt worried but hopefully her arrival would sooth their worst fears. She was badly injured though and she wasn't about to go to the hospital. She collapsed on the ground and pointed to the kitchen.

"It's done..." she managed with a smile. She was badly hurt but there were no fatal injuries. "First aid kit on the top shelf....patch me up...let me get some rest...and we'll go out for ice cream" she offered with a smile before passing out.

Fin.