Beginnings and Endings Part 1

“Okumura. Of course. “ The golden eyed shadow of Sae Niijiima nodded to herself. With a snap of her fingers Kasumi found herself repositioned in the interrogation chair, gasping as the devices providing her sexual stimulation ceased their vibrations. She gasped, her bare chest heaving at the sudden relief.

“Okumura was a game changer for all of us.” Sae continued, casually fixing a cigarette to the long black holder stolen from the pages of a flapper era cocktail party (complimenting the rest of her slinky black dress and other odd ensemble). “I became the lead investigator of the phantom thieves case. The Thieves became wanted fugitives targeted with a bounty and a manhunt. And you…”

Sae lit her cigarette, casting her face briefly in a sinister orange glow. “And the Phantom Queens truly came into their own, didn't they? So far you've described a group of poor naked little sluts trapped in perverted shadow's game of public humiliation. Defiant and struggling, but nothing but passive little flies trapped in a web. So how did you go from that....”

The interrogation chair moved under Kasumi’s body again. She found herself shackled in a kneeling position by the neck and wrists, her hips high in the air and presenting her butt and pussy prominently to casual inspection. Sae casually placed a strange looking card in front of the prone high school girl. Superficially it resembled a calling card of the phantom thieves. But where there should have been red there was a hot pink aesthetic. The familiar tophat that served as the phantom thief logo was now turned askew, now held in front of a nude female torso, barely hiding the chest while exposing generous cleavage. The image cut off before the face could be seen above, and the lower portion likewise ended near the waste with just a hint of the mound of Venus. The words “Strip your Heart” were emblazoned on the front.

“To this. And this. And of course, this...” More cards, each almost identical to the last, until there were five lined up side by side in front of Kasumi's field of vision. "At a time when the police were closing in on the phantom thieves, you chose to take the slutty little parody of that group and make them active agents in the humiliation game. Why did you start targeting victims to suffer the humiliation you had all gone through? What was your endgame, Mrs. Yoshizawa? Explain everything to me...."

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Six days since the **** of the elder Okumura on live broadcast. Six days since Kasumi Yoshizawa fell a sleep in a safe and secure world and woke up in a nightmare that was increasingly spiraling out of control. Six days without any contact with her Senpai, her harem or the grieving heiress of Okumura's fast food empire. Six days, and increasingly Kasumi found her mind occupied with two things.

Beginnings and endings. Starts and stops. Rotating circles of fate, each wheel in turn inspiring another to turn, on and on like a vast juggernaut. Kasumi remembers.

A beginning. On a certain day 18 years ago two sisters are born on the same day. Two lives bound together. Sharing their space in the womb. Sharing hopes, fears, and dreams. Dreams of dancing and competition and taking on the world together.

An Ending. Screeching tires. Broken glass. A scream. Blood pooling in the street. Two lives shared as one becomes one life half lived. Dreams of dancing before the world become a promise sealed with guilt and tears.

A beginning. A boy in her school. A newcomer like her. Dark, handsome. Fake glasses, fake smile, stooping posture- he wears a hollow mask for the sake of the world. She has a hollow mask, too- rigidly polite, grueling schedule, slavishly maintained image of the obedient good girl. But his eyes haven't lost their defiance, and he doesn't cling to the hollow mask the way she does. So she follows him. Interest becomes obsession. A crush becomes love.

An ending. An impossible world of vice hidden behind the real one. A perverse trap, robbing her of her clothes and her dignity. A plea for help becomes a lure to humiliate more women. Soon all the girls who have drawn the mysterious boys attention are trapped with her.

A beginning. In her shame she finds new meaning. In her humiliation she find passion. Losing her clothes, she remembers other things she has lost. Naked, nowhere to hide. Far from the protection of her hollow life. She starts to remember what it was like to live. Carnal lusts draw the other girls in tighter. And when the game is over none of them can bear to break away again. Confessions. The dark haired boy becomes a dark haired lover. The rivals for his heart become mutual givers and takers of affection and pleasure.

An Ending. The **** of a lover's father. A **** hope turned into a scalding knife through the heart. A world eager to embrace proves fickle. The police come to school. Questions are asked. Fear grows. Voices are raised. The wheels of endings and beginnings spin faster and faster, grinding down everyone in their path. They remind her of screeching wheels on wet pavement. They remind her of blue umbrellas twirling briefly in midair before falling to earth, recently dyed crimson in a sister's blood.

"Yoshizawa?"

Kasumi stifled a shriek. She was standing outside the entrance to Shujin Academy, lingering beneath the safety of the overhang and watching the rain. It was falling hard that day, just as it had the day of the accident. The pounding drops hammering all around her was hypnotic. She looked around in confusion. She was certain someone had called out, and yet no one was in sight. Just her and the ghosts of old memories.

"A-HEM! Yoshizawa. Down here."

Kasumi glanced at the steps beneath her feet. A pair of aloof blue eyes stared back up at her. She realized she had mostly been correct. She was alone with the ghosts of old memories and the black tabby called Morgana.

"Morgana-senpai! Hello!" Kasumi said, studiously bowing as courtesy demanded and realizing only as an afterthought how bizarre she must have looked exchanged formalities with a feline. "What an nice surprise! I'm sorry I didn't notice you sooner!"

"No need for the apologies. For someone on my level going around undetected is second nature. And even I can admit being stuck in this small, agile body has advantages when combined with my natural stealth." Morgana declared arrogantly. "But then again, it usually isn't so easy to get the drop on you, Yoshizawa. Feeling a little distracted today?"

"Yes. Sorry, Senpai. Sometimes when it rains...but in any case, after everything that's been happening I-"

"You aren't about to say you're neglecting your training because of some recent tragedy related to the phantom thieves, are you? The Phantom Thieves you've rejected membership in twice now so you keep a certain promise?" Morgana scolded.

Kasumi blanched briefly, then offered flimsy smile. "Don't worry. Coach won't let me fall behind like that. And she's much more scary than the police."

"I wish."

"How...how is everyone? I've wanted to...I've been avoiding...I don't know what I should be doing in this situation."

"No. Avoiding the group was the right call. Police are everywhere right now and the more activity we have at Leblanc or around the school will draw more attention. I know that's not easy on you...on any of you, especially after getting so close with each other so suddenly. But until things calm down...if things calm down..."

Kasumi gingerly sat down beside the alley cat, reaching out a timid hand and giving Morgana a questioning look. The creature gave a dramatic sigh and moved closer, as if to say 'if you must'. Despite the melodrama, Morgana settled in to a contented purr after a few scratches beneath the chin and behind the ears. If Kasumi had begun to suspect that Morgana's denials about his true nature were mostly theatrical, she never spoke a word on the subject. He wasn't the only one who needed a mask.

"So why are you out here, anyway? Forget your umbrella again?"

"Hmmm. No of course no....Oh. Oh no! I left my umbrella at home!" Kasumi squeeked, before recovering herself. "But no! I was actually hoping to talk to all of you. My dad's been concerned about me the last few days. I didn't tell him about the Phantom Thieves, obviously, but he does know a little about...umm...about the harem."

She reddened slightly, having to say the words out loud. "A-anyway, he made some arrangements with his studio, and..."

"Speak of the devil." Morgana said.

“All I’m asking is why ME out of all people?? I’m not even enrolled in this stupid school until next semester!” Futaba complained loudly from inside the school.

“The school was just concerned about any lingering mental shutdown effects. We all had our own round of exams last week.” Makoto explained.

“Yeah. You were just last on the list.” Ann added.

“Hmph. I bet none of you had to strip and get measured!” Futaba whined.

“Errr…actually…” Ann said with a blush.

“We all received a physical exam just like you.” Makoto said with a blush.

“Oh.” Futaba paused. “Well that’s even worse! Not one of you thought to send me even one little vid-“

The trio of girls burst out the front, stopping dead as they saw Kasumi staring back. There was an awkward silence that followed.

“Senpais…what an unexpected surprise!” Kasumi said adopting a hollow smile.

“Kasumi-Chan…” Makoto trailed off.

“Kasumi…” Ann fumbled, but recovered by falling back on her area of expertise. “Wow! Those heels are so cute!!”

“Oh! Thank you senpai!!” Kasumi responded with a blush while glancing down at herself, dressed in a white school blouse and a plaid short skirt showing off her long bare legs and her red high heels. “I like them too!…yours are also cute!”

Makoto and Ann muttered their thanks while showing off their own footwear. Similar to Kasumi they wore white student shirts (without the suspenders) along with short skirts. Like Kasumi neither girl had dressed in stockings that day.

“Aren’t those the same style of heels that Mishima made you wear to school a couple weeks ago?” Morgana deadpanned.

“N-no!” All three girls yelped.

“Oh. So you aren’t wearing them now cause he picked them out for you all? You weren’t trying to make the master happy?”

“D-d-don’t be absurd! I just like the style!” Makoto snapped.

“Right! The shoes are nice and go with this uniform!” Ann said.

“And it’s not as if Mishima was the only one who liked them in the first place! Ren couldn’t take his eyes off of us!” Kasumi said.

“Me neither.” Futaba agreed, nonchanlantly kicking back in her usual boots. “Pretty much five of us were staring pretty hard at the rest. Really emphasized the curves you know…”

“Yes we get it.” Makoto muttered. “In any case the shoes are just a fashion accessory.”

“Yeah sorry. Not buying it considering what else your wearing. Or not wearing.” Morgana said snidely.

Futaba cackled as the three school girls grew beat red and as one squeezed their legs tightly together to hide their lack of underwear.

“Morgana…” Ann began.

“Oh don’t get growly with me. You don’t get to wear a skirt that short in heels while going commando and then get indignant. Not my fault you weren’t thinking of my eye level today!”

The girls squirmed awkwardly as Morgana scoffed. “So much for keeping a low profile. Mishima really did bring out your inner perverts”

“Shut….upppppp.” Ann growled.

“I-in any case." Kasumi said, blushing and flustered along with the rest. "Futaba-chan! You enjoy those sentai cartoons, right?"

"Ahem. Phoenix Ranger Neofeatherman to you, peasant." Futaba declared, before adopting a serious voice. "Sure. Cornstone of my fandoms. Why do you ask."

"So, my dad wanted to do something special for all of us, and pulled a few strings at his TV studio. He's been asking around and one of the longer running stars of the series is-"

"WHICH ONE." Futaba asked, a deadly seriousness in her tone.

"Er, I...the pink one, I think?" Kasumi said nervously.

"PINK ARGUS? Your dad has been talking to PINK ARGUS?? How is she? She's not leaving the show, right? Oh crap, is she sick? Is there some weird scandal?? Is-"

"S-she's fine. She actually requested an interview. Dad said she almost insisted. Threw her agent for a loop."

"YOUR DAD IS INTERVIEWING YUKARI TAKEBA??" Makoto blurted out.

"HOLY CRAP THAT'S AW...awesome." Futaba paused. "Err...not for nothing, Queen, but how do you know about Yukari Takeba?"

"I....well..." Queen stammered. "I just stumbled on the name while researching your interests."

"Huh. Makes sense, I guess. Still sounds suspicious..." Futaba muttered.

"It is not." Makoto objected. "Why else would I have heard of her?"

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Several years ago.

"Pink Argus Fist of Justice!"

A wide eyed 12 year old sat spell bound in front of her television, eyes sparkling bright as the defenders of love and justice annihilated another enemy. As the fighting on the screen went on, the child energetically mimicked each punch or kick as it was displayed on the screen.

"Makoto, I need to go to court. Will you be all right by yourself?" Sae asked from the kitchen.

"Okay sis!" Makoto said, clumsily waving before returning to the TV.

"....She'll be fine. I'm sure those studies about the impression TV makes on children's long term development are just fearmongering nonsense" Sae reassured herself.

"Fist of Justice! Fist of Justice!" Makoto repeated, cackling with glee as the pink suited superhero on the screen struck a victory pose.

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"Probably just overthinking it." Ann agreed. "Well, that's cool. She's pretty popular. It'll be exciting for the younger crowd at least."

"Yes! And it should draw an even bigger crowd since she asked to be interviewed beside Rise Kuji-"

"RISETTE WILL BE THERE??" Ann asked, grabbing Kasumi by the shoulders.

"Yes??" Kasumi squeeked.

"I will sell you my first born child and my soul if you can get an autograph." Ann said anxiously.

"All that and I'll be your **** for a month." Futaba added.

"...I suppose I'd like one too. If it isn't too much trouble." Makoto said in false modesty.

"Senpais, why not ask them yourselves. My dad has backstage passes for all of us if you’re interested."

“Okay. She wins. Kasumi is best girl. Good game everyone.” Futaba announced.

Kasumi offered up the plastic slips with her father's TV logo embossed on the side. The girls took them with all the reverence of a holy icon.

"I did...I did have one for Haru-chan as well. But with all the police attention around her mansion I don't think I could get close to her."

"I suppose this is where I come in." Morgana said smuggly. "Yoshizawa, don't worry. I have a way to contact Haru without being seen. And you'd be the perfect messenger. The police aren't monitoring you the way they are the rest of us."

"But how, Senpai? I didn't even bring an umbrella to keep off the rain."

"Your right. Looks like the only way to stay dry now would be to make time stand still. Give me your phone, Yoshizawa."

Kasumi cocked her head and lowered her phone to the ground, carefully keeping her knees together. Morgana pounced on the cracked device, pawing at the interface until the red eye of the navigation app swallowed the screen. “Joker told me about this little trick he found early on…”

The world suddenly grew silent, the rain and the sounds of the city vanishing. Kasumi stared in wonder, her hand touching a single raindrop that stood perfectly still. She gasped as suddenly she was engulfed by blue flame, her clothes melting into her black mask, stylish trench coat and red gloves, a black choker around her neck and sleek thigh high black heeled boots. Panicking, she hastily felt around beneath her coat, padding herself down to confirm the black leotard was a part of her ensemble. She stifled another giggle as she saw her panicking girlfriends giving themselves hasty self examinations.

“No worries. Nobody’s naked!” Futaba said. "So this is how you used to look….nice.”

"You girls should go avoid looking suspicious and head on home. I'll stick with Yoshizawa and keep her out of trouble. I...I'd like to check up on Haru myself."

"Hold it." Ann said. "If your really planning to go see Haru, could you give her a message for me? For all of us?"

"Of course."

"Tell her we're sorry this happened, but we'll support her forever. We know she's grieving, but we love her and we want to help any way we can. And...." Ann said.

Kasumi yelped in surprise as she found her lips suddenly captured by her gorgeous blonde senpai, her surprise dissolving into a moan as Ann frisky tongue invade her mouth. A blush flooded her face as the pair parted.

"Did you get that last part? Its important..." Ann whispered. "Here. Let me repeat it just so you can pass the right message on to Haru..."

Kasumi eeped softly as the kiss was renewed. She moaned in distress as Makoto and Futaba impishly coaxed her out of her black jacket, leaving her in her skimpy leotard. The three girls took turns kissing the blushing redhead while the other two reacquainted themselves with her body, yanking down her top to play with her aroused breasts while wedging the material between her legs, exposing generous amounts of her butt cheeks to foddle and spank while mercilessly grinding the black fabric into her pussy and clit. Kasumi was reduced to a drunken mess, her wobbly legs only keeping on her feet because her erotic tormentors were holding her too tightly to allow her to fall. Her head was a dizzy, giddy mess by the time the trio released her.

"I...I....I....I'm sorry, senpais. I don't think I heard you correctly. Could...could you repeat that?" Kasumi stuttered.

"No. They can't. The time stop won't last forever and we need to get going." Morgana snapped.

"........" The trio glared venomously at the feline.

"What?"

"Nothing." The girls chorused, although there seemed to be several distinctly disgruntled mutterings of phrases such as 'Time for bed, Joker', 'No time for girls tonight, you have school tomorrow, Joker' and 'Goddamned cat has to be a cock blocker and a clam jammer' and so on.

Morgana rolled his eyes before leaping into the air and coming down as a strangely anthromorphic van. "Let's go, Yoshizawa." The red head waved fairwell to her comrades as she stepped aboard the strange conveyance and began her journey.