Blackmail

Rika confronted Takeda in an alleyway.

"And what do you wish to discuss now? Are you perhaps here to grovel and beg before me?" Takeda sneered.

"No, I'm here to tell you you're banned from our establishment. For harming our customers, we'll have you arrested the minute you step inside," Rika glared.

"No need, your trash heap will be foreclosed in the morning, and you along with all your precious peons will be tried and locked away."

"Yeah, that's not going to happen."

"Oh but it will, as for Masaru, it seems you have corrupted his mind, so he will need to go to reeducation and rehabilitation. No worries, Makihara himself will gladly offer his home as a parole reforming center for Masaru."

"Do you want to die trash?" Rika growled.

"Hoh hoh? Threatening too? My, that's not a very smart thing to do. Why you wouldn't want to get tried for threats of violence too would you?" Takeda sadistically chuckled.

"Grovel, strip, and confess to all the bullshit you've done. Also shave your head in repentance too," Rika glared as she cracked her knuckles.

Takeda chuckled and pulled out his phone.

"Hello. I am being assaulted by a rude boorish peon that seeks to rob me and use my funds for drugs. Yes, I am-NGH!"

Takeda suddenly found himself unable to speak properly. Something faster than his eyes could see slammed into his mouth, shattering his teeth and jaw, and sending him flying into the wall. He remained conscious and saw Rika, standing before him with a sharp knife. His phone was on the ground in pieces, but before he could utter a sound, his clothes were sliced to bits as well as all his hair.

"OL UE U! (I'LL SUE YOU!)" he screamed as blood oozed out of his broken jaw.

"No you won't be suing me or anyone else. You're going to hell," Rika angrily glared.

"Wha!? why do I feel fear!? Why!? My family is the law in this country. Anything we deem criminal, gets punished. And why!? Why is a rube like her able to-"

Before Takeda could complete his thought, he suddenly rolled over and hit the ground. His head throbbed as he struggled to remain conscious. He was able to make out his headless body embedded in the wall fall out  on top of him before he died.

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"Ita ta ta ta. I haven't pushed myself that far in at least a year or two," Rika moaned as she began doing stretches.

She had finished up her business with Takeda and was about to head home for the night.

"Why hello my damsel," a voice called out.

Rika turned to see an elegantly dressed masked man leap down before her. It was Dastard the thief.

"You!? I'm not falling for your tricks again. In fact, I think I'll drag you into the station as revenge," Rika smirked as she lunged towards Dastard at breakneck speed.

"STOP! I have blackmail!" Dastard smiled.

Rika stopped as she noticed the video on Dastard's phone. It was her killing Takeda and disposing of him. She glared and sliced Dastard's hand and phone to bits.

"GAH! ... Just kidding! I have it backed up," Dastard laughed as his hand reappeared just fine holding a flash drive.

"The hell? I- ugh, that was just a glove filled with ketchup," Rika groaned as she realized what she had had cut to bits was a fake hand filled with chicken bones and ketchup.

"Excellent! I assume you know that I already have multiple flash drives and backup programs ready to launch should I fail to return in 30 minutes."

"30 minutes!?"

"Yes, you had an hour, but destroying my phone reduced the time by half. Now, if you want me to get back before the world knows of your assassin roots, you shall listen to my demands! Oh, and dear Masaru will be the first to see the video should you refuse."

Rika went pale and struggled not to cry as she dropped her knife. She quickly fell in line.

The next day...

Rika walked into the restaurant dejected.

"Damn it! I'm glad I killed that piece of shit, but now I'm gonna have to work with that thief. Ugh," Rika groaned in her mind.

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"Huh!? You want me to be your partner!?" Rika cringed.

"Yes! You can make stealing oh so much easier. Plus I've always wanted a cute girl to be my side kick. But, that pretty boy has already stolen your heart. Oh! If only I had a hot girlfriend! Then we would have happily robbed the world together! Then we'd have had a phantom thief daughter and raised her to surpass us! Why must I wallow in solitude for nearly 50 years!? And that is where YOU come in. Though I shall make you a deal. I shall void the blackmail if you can happily set me up with the girl of my dreams. I am perfectly fine with a woman that wants to steal from me. I do love a good woman who can steal all my stuff. But, there must be love! I do not want to spend another 50 years aimlessly chasing after love! So Hitokiri cutler, will I make your murder go viral or will you get me love?"

"Fine, love isn't a bad goal. Besides, you seemed to respect that I'm in love with Masaru. As long as you don't make any passes at me and it doesn't greatly disrupt my life, I'll help you."

"Wonderful! Then when we cross paths in catering and theft, we shall be partners!"

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"Why do you look so down?" Masaru sighed.

"Because I screwed up," Rika sighed.

"Well yes. Do you have any idea how on edge I've been ever since you left last night!? All those people, all alone."

"Sorry, I just got mad at that ass for insulting our place and attacking our customers like that."

"I agree that he stepped out of line by misusing our cooking equipment, but I believe he merely sprayed our customers with orange water."

"Wait, you seriously not know what pepper spray is?"

"Takeda explained that it was like squirting a bottle of water at someone, but compact."

"That piece of shit. Well, do you wanna experience first hand what it's like to get pepper sprayed?"

"I see no reason why it is such a big deal to be sprayed. It is simply orange water, but if you insist. I will put your rabble to rest."

"OK, then let's go outside for this."

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"AAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Yeah, and your thoughts?"

"HORRIBLE! EVIL! MY EYES ARE BURNING! WHY WOULD TAKEDA LIE LIKE THAT!?"

"Well sorry, for the tough love, but its important to be aware of some life things like this. Don't worry, I'll fix you up."

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Masaru plastered a "no pepper spray allowed" sign on the door.

"Really left a bad impact huh," Rika smiled.

"You shouldn't be gloating about that," Masaru glared.

"Hey, you're talking to a girl that had to be sprayed with that stuff daily for years."

"Rika? What do you-"

"Well, let's elevate our spirits with a little cook off. Think you can make a better baked ice cream desert than me?"

"Baked ice cream? I've never attempted it, though I will best you none the less," Masaru smiled.

"Well let's get cooking," Rika smiled back.