Beware the Ides of March

The station was in shock as they stared at the mentally broken Bianka. She had been completely humiliated before their eyes, and all they could feel was fear. Fear that they too would eventually end up like her.

“Damn her! Just what the hell is she!? All my instincts were screaming not to get near her," Serika thought as she slammed her fist in frustration.

The paramedics arrived 5 minutes later. One of them sighed as he recognized Fujiko’s handiwork. “Not another one! And in the police station of all places! Its like she’s some untouchable politician."

That last line resonated with Serika. “Untouchable!? UNTOUCHABLE!?” Serika slammed her fists on the desk to get everyone’s attention. “LISTEN UP! I don't know who's in charge, so I'll assume command. I’m issuing an arrest warrant for Fujiko Yamaguchi! If we allow that menace to roam the street, we are all in danger! She must be stopped! Use as much force as necessary, even if it kills her! That’s all."

Everyone began murmuring as Serika walked up to Bianka.

“Don’t worry, I’ll avenge you, you skirt chasing perv. Though, why was she blabbering about sending a video to Mochi? Didn’t that twin-tailed bitch steal Mochi’s phone!?” Serika grumbled.

Life suddenly flowed back into Bianka’s eyes as she reached out and grabbed one of the paramedics.

“Gah! Wait!? You look better! I’ve never seen this happen! Hold on, lets examine her again.”

As the paramedics reexamined a rejuvenated Bianka, Serika left to pursue Fujiko. She eventually caught up with her and stared her down.

“FUJIKO YAMAGUCHI! YOU’RE UNDER ARREST FOR ASSAULT, HARASSMENT, AND FOR CAUSING GREAT BODILY HARM!”

Fujiko turned and glared at Serika. As Serika began walking towards her, Fujiko took out her knife and slid it across the ground.

“Pick it up and shave yourself in the rain, tough bitch.”

Serika gazed down at the knife. Seeing a sharp knife like this up close brought back memories of that fateful day. She grabbed the knife and hurled it at Fujiko. Fujiko immediately dodged it and quickly maneuvered behind Serika.

“Was that how you killed someone? SOOO scary! I saw tons of girls like that in prison, and I broke every single one of them! How funny! I’ve never killed anyone, yet I can break the minds of hardened killers without any bloodshed aside from tattoos and piercings. I wonder, were you some delinquent killer? With that green hair of yours, you’d probably be known as a Maō.

Serika froze in horror at the mention of “Mao”. Fujiko looked surprised, as if she wasn’t expecting this reaction. She decided to keep pressing. “Yes, you were Mao-sama. I know who you are, now bleat for me sheep! For I am your queen!”

Serika retreated in horror. “H- How, how did you-”

“Simple, YOU-HAVE-GREEN-HAIR!”

Serika ran away as fast as she could in terror as Fujiko scowled and picked up her knife.

“Oh? So she fears her past more than humiliation. Guess I’ll have to remember to look her up on the dark web once I’m done with Yuni-chan. Oh, Yuni-chan! I can’t wait! We're going to have the greatest birthday date ever!”

Serika ran as fast as she could until she reached her apartment. She was so frantic, she nearly broke her own door down, but managed to calm down enough to unlock it normally. Once inside, she immediately locked the door before taking off her shoes and diving under the covers of her bed.  

“No, there’s no way! She must have just been toying with me. They’re not going to come for me. They’re not going to come for me,” she mumbled to herself.

...

Kurobane pulled up to the airport and gazed upon the spectacle unfolding. Hordes of reporters were swarming the tarmac, as police frantically tried to push them back. "What's going on!?" she glared as Mutsumi ran towards the scene along with a forensics team.

“So, what are the details?” Mutsumi asked.

“Someone claimed there was a murderer loose in the area and that the crew of this plane had been murdered. The airport claims this is a private cargo plane, but no one was supposed to be out during the storm. Plus, a baggage cart is reportedly missing," an officer stated.

Mutsumi surveyed the mess and peeked inside the truck.

“Looks like the tip was right. We got corpses!” she shouted.

Some of the forensics immediately hopped in.

“Whoa! This guy is huge! He looks to be over 200 cm tall," an officer stated as he gazed at Jimmy's corpse.

Mutsumi's eyes widened as she got a closer look at all the corpses. "Its the kidnappers! And I see sarcophaguses. YES! This confirms it! These are the kidnappers that Yuni told us about, which means that big guy is most likely Jimmy Sanders, Carl McDonald’s right-hand man. Bring him out immediately!” she giddily ordered.

“But the media will go crazy!”

“That’s what I want!”

A few minutes later, forensics wheeled out Jimmy’s corpse.

“We have identified one of the victims. He is an American that was aiding kidnappers. His name was Jimmy Sanders, he works for U.S. Senator Carl McDonald, who is here in Japan for a seminar,” Mutsumi stated.

Kurobane spun around in horror as she saw the media get more frantic. “NAKAJIMA! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!?”

“Oh, Kurobane, seems like we found some of Benise’s henchmen. Which means Sayuri herself might be-”

“There's no other corpses or sign of Sayuri Benise,” one of the forensics guys called out.

“Ugh, check the plane then."

Kurobane then tried to call Kaori, however, she was unable to connect. Either Kaori’s phone was off, or out of service. “Great, now we’ve got an awol detective, ugh this is going to be an all-nighter.” she sighed as she dialed Purin.

...

Yuni woke up close to midnight to the sound of her phone ringing. It was Emeri.

“Emeri?” Yuni groggily groaned.

“Yuni-chan? Sorry to wake you, but I’m done," Emeri stated.

“What did you find?”

“Well, I recovered the video, but I couldn’t find much else. Though, her contact list is interesting. We’ve got a bunch of names, many of them being officers, though the standouts are Kurobane, Kaori, Purin-sama, and most shockingly of all, Yumeko and Fujiko.”

“What!?”

“Yeah, Fujiko even sent a demented video of her shaving and humiliating some delinquent girl in what appears to be the police station.”

“Was she scantily clad, and had spray-tanned skin and a bleached blonde bob?” Yuni groaned.

“Yeah.”

“That’s Bianka, Mochi’s self-proclaimed girlfriend and resident skirt chaser.”

“Wait! That girl was a cop!? I thought she was some poor delinquent that got arrested. Though if that’s Bianka, that makes things even weirder.”

“What do you mean?”

“I looked into Fujiko’s background, and apparently she’s got a criminal record!”

“I think Nakajima mentioned that. So what was it for?”

“When she was in her third year of high school, she was expelled and arrested for drenching the entire student body of her elite all girls school with hot wax.”

"With hot wax!?"

“There were no casualties, though nearly all of them suffered either permanent hair and skin damage and/or mental trauma. What gets more interesting is that the loli, Mochika Myouchi, is listed as a student at the time, along with a brunette-haired girl named Bianka Yuzume. Based on what we know, its likely she's the delinquent cop that Fujiko humiliated. That would mean they both went to school with Fujiko. Though that’s not the scariest part of the story. Apparently, Fujiko was released from prison early.”

“Why!?”

“Connections possibly. She's apparently the daughter of the Deputy Prime Minister.”

“Great, she’s untouchable. Just what I need.”

“What do you mean?”

“She somehow got my number and wants me to come to her salon tomorrow, most likely to turn me into a hairless freak show.”

“That’s bad! The rumors say Fujiko mentally broke the entire female prison population at her prison. To this day, all the female prisoners that were incarcerated in S-prison are in mental asylums. The web also has bad rumors about her customers. Apparently, 90% of them turn into masochistic slaves, while the other 10% end up in mental asylums on the spot. That monster has an evil talent for breaking and enslaving women. Be on your guard, and call me if anything happens."

As Yuni ended the call, the clock struck midnight. It was March 15th, Fujiko's birthday, as well as the Ides of March.

"Ugh, what am I gonna do. I don't want to look like that freak's sister. Hmm, come to think of it, Nakajima mentioned she also had a criminal record. She also didn't appear broken despite being a hairless freakshow. In fact, it seemed more like she was in control-"

Yuni's thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. She cautiously looked through the peephole and saw a soaked girl with silver hair standing outside.

"Yuni-chan, its me. Please open the door. They're after me," the girl pleaded. She sounded and looked just like Madoka.

“Madoka!?” Yuni screamed as she opened the door.

Lightning flashed as the silver haired girl shoved a rag in Yuni’s face and tore off her wig and mask. It was Fujiko.

“Happy Birthday to me! Let’s enjoy our date, Yu-ni-chan. AHAHAHAHAHA!”

Tears began to pour out of Yuni’s eyes as she slowly lost consciousness.