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Mar 7, 2010 15:04:47 GMT -5
Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Mar 7, 2010 15:04:47 GMT -5
Sidian smiled and kissed DJ's cheek softly. "Go ahead hun. I'm going to finish cleaning up, warm up a bit and head down to the dojo. I will see you there" she encouraged, playfully nudging him toward the door.
Once he'd gone, she chuckled and shook her head, resuming picking up the apartment. The place wasn't that dirty, and she quickly went back to her room to change. Used to changing quickly, she emerged only a few minutes later in a pair of exercise pants and a sports bra. Under lightly tanned skin her muscles slid, still rock hard. The muscles had healed well, and she'd still exercised while her leg recovered. Her stomach was defined, though not in a body builder's sense. Messily, she pulled her hair back in a ponytail before starting to warm up on the punching bag. Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Sidian paused and walked to the door, a slight sheen of sweat on her body and a smile on her face. "Done already? wow.." her voice trailed off and her eyes widened in horror as she swung the door open. Black hair, not bleach blonde. The eyes were almond shaped, hard and dark. Three men accompanied him as they pushed their way into the apartment. He had found her. Forcefully, she kept the panic down, an icy calm replacing it. "Kioro, get the hell out of here" she said as she eyes him warily, keeping out of arm's reach. "Now, why would I do that aikouka? I told you I would find you" he replied, reaching toward her face as he stepped forward. Lightening fast her hand flashed out, hitting his hand away hard even as she shifted back a little. "Congratulationss, you found me. Now get the hell out of here. I don't belong to you" "Oh, but you do. I told you we'd be together forever, Sidian" he said calmly. "Well tough shit. I'm not going anywhere Kioro, but you can go to hell because I will never be with you" she snapped, watching the three henchmen slowly close in around her. "You don't have a choice baby, you're coming with us" Kioro said, and the henchmen attacked.
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Mar 7, 2010 15:10:44 GMT -5
Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Mar 7, 2010 15:10:44 GMT -5
Kioro had made one mistake. He may have known she had trained, but obviously didn't realize the extent. Within two minutes, two of the men were dipatched. Muay Thai had done her well. The third got a hit on her and she stumbled slightly. At that point, Kioro stepped forward and his leg flashed out, catching her injured calf. The knee buckled, and she went down. Adrenaline filled her system and she rolled backwards, coming to her feet again. Easily, she darted backwards into the bedroom, locking the door behind her. Frantically she picked up the phone, dialing quickly and waiting for the answer as her heart pounded. The door pounded in rythmn to the quick pace. She knew she couldn't beat Kioro. he had been training as well, and knew her weaknesses. When the answer came, she gasped as tears came to her eyes. "Kioro found me. I tried...I'm so sorry. I love you DJ" she managed to gasp before the door broke.
Startled, she dropped the phone and leapt forward, her leg swinging out to catch Kioro in the ribs. He swore and stumbled back a little even as his hand flashed out to hit her jaw hard. She fell to the floor, moving to stand even as stars exploded in her vision. A hard hand fisted in her hair, yanking her up as she screamed. the other hand wrapped around her throat as he started to drag her out of the room. "DJ!" she cried out. "You'll never see that piece of shit Russian again" Kioro snarled as the henchman grabbed her arm, twisting it up painfully behind her. Frantically, she kicked and twisted as the other henchmen came and the carried her to a waiting black car. The last thing she saw before a rag was thrust in front of her mouth and nose was Kioro smirking. "I always get what I want, Aikouka" he said, running fingers over her already swelling jaw as blackness overcame her vision.
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Junkie
Mar 7, 2010 18:52:25 GMT -5
Post by DJ Merenth on Mar 7, 2010 18:52:25 GMT -5
DJ walked down to the car and jumped in, starting it up as quick as he could. He really wanted to get this over with. Even tho it sounded like a really good deal, he still thought hard on it. The club that had called had told him they never keep the same bouncer several times when he offered them a more permanent bouncer. It was a bit awkward to call now of all times, but he figured it was just a really lucky swing.
Pulling out of the appartment complex, he passed a couple black Suv's without paying more then a seconds mind to them.The roads had been pretty clear, so he made it to the club within a couple minutes and was soon out of the car when he found a parking spot. He walked into the club and began to talk with the bouncers a bit before finding the owner. "Hey!" DJ called to him as he smiled. "I heard you... wanted to talk to me about a more permanant spot?"
The man gave him a weird look. "We never called you about that. As you should know, we have told you we dont offer perminant spots. We like to keep our bouncers fresh so that the crowds dont lose the intimidation and avoid bad bouncers. Your one of the few we consider for more jobs then usual, but we still have yet to come to any conclusion about a perminant spot. Im sorry. You may have gotten prank called or something."
Dj blinked and rubbed his head lightly as he walked out more then a little embarressed. He came all the way out to the club for the position, only to find out it was a joke. He sighed and got out the door before he stopped, seeing Madam Shkofsky standing there with a platoon of her men. "DJ, honey. Your coming home now." Dj growled and was about to yell when his phone rang and he answered it. His breath caught in his chest when he heard Sid on the other end.
He couldnt say anything as he listened to her speak, then heard some noise before it ended with her screaming. "Sid!" DJ yelled out before the phone cut off. Dj looked at his phone for a moment before jumping at shkofsky, only to be caught by her men and thrust to the ground. "×ÒÎ ÑÄÅËÀËÎ ÂÛ ÄÅËÀÅÒÅ Ñ ÍÅÞ!?(WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER!?)" He was to angry to even remember to speak english as he yelled at her. She only giggled and walked towards him.
"She is most likely in the back of a car with her dearest beloved japanese man. I dare say, he came to me with a very determined look to bring his woman back with him. To steal her away from the man who stole her from him." Shkofsky grinned and leaned closer. "It helped me rid you of that wench so i could have my pet back." DJ's whole body welled with adrenalin, and soon, he lifted his right arm comepletely up, even with the 200 pound man on his arm.
His hand gripped the mans throat with deathly intention, squeezing till the man blacked out and fell over. Shkofsky paniced and scurried behind her men. "Subdue him!" But it was already to late for that. He swung his body a little under the other men he had on top of him and gripped the second mans head. He whipped his arm back, snapping the mans neck with an excrutiating sound. When his body felt lighter, he twisted around and grabbed the last man on him.
His hands clapped to either side of the guards head, and DJ's head connected with a bone shattering thud against the guards, dropping him to the side. "I said put him down!" Shkofsky screamed as she pushed the men after DJ.Three swings was all it was before he dropped each one. DJ was trained to always be calm and collected while fighting. He was trained never to lose his temper. "If you lose that temper, your actions befall your own person. This art is the most deadly art in all of the world. Why? Because of those who lost their minds in fits of rage."
Words kept echoing thru his mind, but he was to gone to realize them. Moving to the panicing woman, he grabbed her throat and slammed her against the vehical behind her violently, almost crushing her neck instantly. He let go a bit so she could speak and live when he asked in a calm but very cold manner. "Where did they take her. If you do not answer my question, there will be no tomorrow for you ever again."
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Junkie
Mar 7, 2010 19:11:01 GMT -5
Post by DJ Merenth on Mar 7, 2010 19:11:01 GMT -5
Shkofsky choked and gagged as she was gripped with strength she never imagined possible from someone she used to call a pet. When his grip lightened a little, she suddenly screamed and spoke without thinking. "The japanese man offered to take that woman off your hands so i could have you back. I dont know what he did with her or where she is!" Dj's grip tightened on her throat again. "I do hope your not lieing...." He spoke thru clentched teeth.
Shkosfky gasped and cried more as his hand gripped her throat again. "I sw-s-swear! He said he would relieve her from her standing and take her back home!" Dj suddenly snapped to and let go of her neck. She dropped to the ground holding her throat, coughign and wrenching breath from her lungs. DJ grabbed his phone and dialed his police friend's number. It was immidiately picked up. "DJ! Whats going on!? Your place was just ransacked!"
DJ huffed as he completely forgot about his car and took off down the street towards the apartments. He wasnt more then a couple blocks away. "Get men there now! Also split up 5 teams of 3 to each airport! Tell them to look for a private jet or plane heading for Japan! If they find it, shoot first, ask questions later!" The man growled. "Not untill i know whats going on!" DJ stopped and almost yelled at the top of his lungs. "They abducted Sid and are now trying to take her back to japan!"
He hung up the phone and ran faster towards the apartment complex when the same suv's he had passed, passed him up again. He glanced over at them this time, only to catch a smiling japanese man looking back at him. For him, it didnt click that he could be the one who did this, and he turned his attention back to the apartments. When he made it, the apartment room where he and sid were was torn apart from the door in.
He ran up to the staris, only to be slammed back when the building exploded. Because of the force of the explosion, he had the breath knocked clean out of him when he landed several feet back on his back. All he could do was gasp for air as he stared up at the sky. A few moments later, he heard sirens, only to black out when they got closer.
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Junkie
Mar 9, 2010 1:12:49 GMT -5
Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Mar 9, 2010 1:12:49 GMT -5
Darkness. Her head felt so fuzzy, she needed to do something..something...but what was it? Her head fell forward as she tried to grasp at thoughts that were just out of her reach. A drug. It had to have been a drug that they'd given her. They? Who was this 'them' that was in her mind? They were important, it was important she remembered...but it was just out of reach and it was frustrating enough to make her scream. "ïðîêëÿíèòå ýòî ê ÷åðòó!" (damn it to hell) Wait. How did she know Russian? Russian...that word sparked something inside of her mind. It clicked, about the same time she realized she was tied to a chair and blindfolded. The spark ripped through the clouds in her head that the chloroform had left in its wake. A stream of memories flashed through her head, vibrant in colors and emotions. "DJ!" she cried out, and the blindfold was ripped from her eyes. Light flooded her vision, and she glared up into Kioro's face. "Drugs, Kioro? You've really gotten that weak?" came out of her mouth, and the last thing she saw was his hand coming towards her face before pain, and then blissful blackness again.
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May 9, 2010 13:01:53 GMT -5
Post by DJ Merenth on May 9, 2010 13:01:53 GMT -5
DJ could hear sirens ringing left and right, people screaming and officers shouting to control the scene. Someone was talking to him, or trying at least, but he was soon to gone to hear anything at the moment. He hated that his body was this weak, but there was nothing he could do.
~3 hours later~
DJ sat up quickly with a start, huffing as he gasped for air. He thought the wind was still knocked out of him and looked around quickly before slowing his breathing and rubbing his head. "Glad your awake. Now you can tell me why i had to deploy officers without a proper reason." Dj looked over to see his friend sitting there, hands crossed over his body. "You better have a real good reason, or i might have to arrest you."
"Did any planes leave for japan." The man sighed. "Three planes left. But only one of them was a private and it was heading straight for japan. No stops. We pulled the records of the person who owns it. Some guy by the name of Kioro something." Dj hit the bed before throwing the covers off and looking for his cloths. "Whats going on, DJ." "Sid was kidnapped. And it was by some yakuza running man. I need a ticket for the frst plane to japan."
"Hold on, you cant just demand us to give you money for this!" The man stood with anger in his eyes. Dj spun around and stared him down with a deadly intent." If you dont help, then get the hell out of here and leave it to me. I dont care if i die doing it." His russian accent was very heavy and he was in no mood to talk. The man just shook his head and grabbed his coat. "DJ, if you live thru this, youd be a damned lucky man. But im sorry. I cant help you in this endevour."
Hearing the man walk out, DJ scrounged for his cloths and started dialing a number. When a woman answered it, he spoke as he pulled his pants on. "Yes, Im calling in the favor you owe me. I need a private jet to tokyo, now."
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Junkie
May 12, 2010 9:08:51 GMT -5
Post by Sidian SaDiablo on May 12, 2010 9:08:51 GMT -5
A wealth of soreness accompanied her return to conciousness. Her injured calf throbbed, having obviously set back in its healing by another few days at least. Her jaw ached, and she could feel the swelling. For a moment, she left her eyes closed but sat forward. She could feel an odd shifting to her surroundings. A quick flex to her arms, and she realized they were strapped down. "It's no use to fight me aikouka, you should know that by now" The voice had her gray/green eyes, sharp and full of hatred flying open to lock on his face. In her peripheral vision she saw her surroundings, and her heart dropped. She was in an airplane. A private one. Screaming would do no good, so she remained silent for a moment. It was easy to figure out. They were on their way to Japan. Once there, nobody would help her. Nobody went against the Yakuza. She was to be his pet again, his belonging. But she was no longer the girl she had been. As if reading her thoughts, Kioro leaned forward in his crisp armani suit, reaching out to lift a lock of her hair. "Red suits you, Sidian. Though the blonde was originally what caught my attention" "Something out of the sea of black, huh?" Sidian snapped back sarcastically. "What can I say? I like exotics" he answered, casually leaning back. "Why in the hell did you track me down Kioro? I pose no threat to you or your family" "I've told you more than once, aikouka. You are mine. Together forever, remember?" "I said that to someone else, not the bastard you are" His hand flashed out to hit her again, but stopped only an inch away. Still she stood straight, not flinching as she looked him in the eye. The hand stroked her cheek for a moment, and a faint snarl crossed her face. "No, no more bruises. The family is so looking forward to meeting you again, Sidian" "Wonderful. Fan-fucking-tastic" she growled. "You might want to work on that" he said, as he stood to walk to another part of the jet. "Oh, and Sidian" he said, stopping to look back at her. "Do not try to run again. It will do you no good, and there will be highly trained and armed guards around you at all times"
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