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Psyche Divers.
Increasing numbers of Rhododendron poked out from the steeply inclined undergrowth. Gradually, the slope began to level out. Biku spied something, what he had been looking for, a rabbit hung suspended from one of the trees, a thick nylon thread cutting into its neck.
“It seems we will meet after all.” A stunning smile spread across Biku’s red lips.
3
Ishida and Emi hiked across the narrow trail in silence.
Neither could bring themselves to speak. All they could do was silently move. Emi took the lead while Ishida followed closely behind. Each knew what the other was thinking, but the subject could not be broached. If they were to speak, they would have to discuss what had happened. It would be too obvious to try forcing a conversation about anything else. It was better to say nothing.
They were close to the mountain pass. The trail traced a gentle curve. Emi halted suddenly. She managed to hold back a scream; a muffled, cramped noise stuck in her throat. Ishida immediately saw the cause: a man stood on an outcrop of rocks before them, Iba.
“My apologies. There was still something we wanted to ask you.” Ishida started to back away, but his rucksack impacted against something hard. He let out a tense shout. Without his realizing, a huge mass of flesh had come to stand directly behind him. The thing was easily over two meters tall, covered entirely in black clothing. Thick muscles swelled underneath. The body emanated a vast, nightmarish sense of power; feral eyes, glaring behind matted hair, were trained on Ishida. Ishida’s urge to run dissipated completely.
Three other people appeared from behind the trees to either side while Iba clambered down from the rocks, Hiroshi, Yajima, and the last one appeared to be female. She wore a black veil over her face. The thin cloth was a hood, covering her head, with only an opening for her eyes, they were stunning. She wore the same black clothes as the man behind Ishida, a black shirt and black jeans, but it was clear that she was female from the swelling of her chest and the shape of her body. There was something deeply sexual about her. The line of her waist was enthralling.
“What do you want?” Ishida asked.
“We’d like to know who that man was just now. And, of course, what you were talking about afterward,” Iba replied.
“Uh, well...” Ishida pulled Emi in toward him. Her shoulders were trembling. She grabbed Ishida’s hand as he rested it on her shoulder, “...he was looking for someone called Hosuke Kumon, like you. That’s it. That’s all we spoke about.”
“I know there’s more,” Iba’s voice was quiet but it held a greater sense of power than Yajima’s angry shouting.
“Ab...about the rabbit. He said that the snare was probably Hosuke Kumon’s.”
“Interesting,” Iba said, his voice frighteningly gentle. Yajima turned his molasses-like gaze toward Emi, chuckling obscenely. In that instant she bolted from Ishida’s arms.
“Oh no, you’re not getting away.” Hiroshi stuck his leg out, tripping her.
She spun around and tumbled forward, the back of her head struck a rock on the ground with a nasty crack. She stopped moving.
“Emi!” Ishida screeched, his voice trembling in pain.
He made to run over to her, but the dark-clothed giant reached out from behind and grabbed hold of him. Its strength was unbelievable. Hiroshi crouched over her. He stood slowly, a narrow smile on his face.
“Shit. No more fucking this one.”
“What’d you say?”
“That she’s kicked the bucket, asshole.”
“Murderer!” Ishida howled with all his energy. He struggled in desperation, trying to get free, but he was unable to budge.
“A pity,” Iba said quietly, “now we’ll have to take care of you too.” The giant placed a hand over Ishida’s head before he had even finished the sentence. Ishida convulsed in agony as the giant’s nails dug into his temples and forehead.
“Don’t worry. We’ll bury you with
Increasing numbers of Rhododendron poked out from the steeply inclined undergrowth. Gradually, the slope began to level out. Biku spied something, what he had been looking for, a rabbit hung suspended from one of the trees, a thick nylon thread cutting into its neck.
“It seems we will meet after all.” A stunning smile spread across Biku’s red lips.
3
Ishida and Emi hiked across the narrow trail in silence.
Neither could bring themselves to speak. All they could do was silently move. Emi took the lead while Ishida followed closely behind. Each knew what the other was thinking, but the subject could not be broached. If they were to speak, they would have to discuss what had happened. It would be too obvious to try forcing a conversation about anything else. It was better to say nothing.
They were close to the mountain pass. The trail traced a gentle curve. Emi halted suddenly. She managed to hold back a scream; a muffled, cramped noise stuck in her throat. Ishida immediately saw the cause: a man stood on an outcrop of rocks before them, Iba.
“My apologies. There was still something we wanted to ask you.” Ishida started to back away, but his rucksack impacted against something hard. He let out a tense shout. Without his realizing, a huge mass of flesh had come to stand directly behind him. The thing was easily over two meters tall, covered entirely in black clothing. Thick muscles swelled underneath. The body emanated a vast, nightmarish sense of power; feral eyes, glaring behind matted hair, were trained on Ishida. Ishida’s urge to run dissipated completely.
Three other people appeared from behind the trees to either side while Iba clambered down from the rocks, Hiroshi, Yajima, and the last one appeared to be female. She wore a black veil over her face. The thin cloth was a hood, covering her head, with only an opening for her eyes, they were stunning. She wore the same black clothes as the man behind Ishida, a black shirt and black jeans, but it was clear that she was female from the swelling of her chest and the shape of her body. There was something deeply sexual about her. The line of her waist was enthralling.
“What do you want?” Ishida asked.
“We’d like to know who that man was just now. And, of course, what you were talking about afterward,” Iba replied.
“Uh, well...” Ishida pulled Emi in toward him. Her shoulders were trembling. She grabbed Ishida’s hand as he rested it on her shoulder, “...he was looking for someone called Hosuke Kumon, like you. That’s it. That’s all we spoke about.”
“I know there’s more,” Iba’s voice was quiet but it held a greater sense of power than Yajima’s angry shouting.
“Ab...about the rabbit. He said that the snare was probably Hosuke Kumon’s.”
“Interesting,” Iba said, his voice frighteningly gentle. Yajima turned his molasses-like gaze toward Emi, chuckling obscenely. In that instant she bolted from Ishida’s arms.
“Oh no, you’re not getting away.” Hiroshi stuck his leg out, tripping her.
She spun around and tumbled forward, the back of her head struck a rock on the ground with a nasty crack. She stopped moving.
“Emi!” Ishida screeched, his voice trembling in pain.
He made to run over to her, but the dark-clothed giant reached out from behind and grabbed hold of him. Its strength was unbelievable. Hiroshi crouched over her. He stood slowly, a narrow smile on his face.
“Shit. No more fucking this one.”
“What’d you say?”
“That she’s kicked the bucket, asshole.”
“Murderer!” Ishida howled with all his energy. He struggled in desperation, trying to get free, but he was unable to budge.
“A pity,” Iba said quietly, “now we’ll have to take care of you too.” The giant placed a hand over Ishida’s head before he had even finished the sentence. Ishida convulsed in agony as the giant’s nails dug into his temples and forehead.
“Don’t worry. We’ll bury you with
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