The one Rika hates more than anyone

Matcha returned to the kitchen in tears.

"She was so mean and scary," Matcha cried.

"Which one?" asked Zuina.

"The one with the sludge smeared on her head."

"Tis not sludge, but a rare full head of green hair. Madam Ookuma is quite likely to be our next Prime Minister in a year," Benihime stated.

"Ookuma!? No wonder Rika's in a tizzy, she once told me she hates her more than anyone," Waki stated as she emerged with some ingredients.

"I don't blame Komachi-san for feeling that way, I too despise that woman. My sister idolizes and even aides her at times," Zuina stated.

"I honestly don't know how she continues to grow her movement. Her policies are incredibly unpopular, yet with each election, her party inches closer and closer to a majority," Itsuki stated.

"And that is why I respect Madam Ookuma. While I don't agree on every position, she has my full and complete respect for defying the odds and steering her movement to victory. Why, I heard that just like me, she is attempting to prove her stubborn father wrong by becoming prime minister. With a motive similar to my own, I give my full respect to her," Benihime declared.

"I guess you're the only one then, I doubt Masaru would be a fan considering Ookuma doesn't think to highly of guys," Waki grumbled.

"I take it that you are not a supporter either?"

"Not in the slightest. Really hope my sis isn't her bodyguard, I've heard bad things about that bitch from an underground journalist."

"Pray tell you don't take to heart the words of... Kabuki."

"Huh? Why's everyone talking about kabuki? You gonna see a play?" Mimi asked as she came in to grab a meal.

"I bet she's referring to that conspiracy theorist, Fubuki Dakota. Most of her detractors refer to her as "Kabuki Dakota". I myself think she's full of shit, but my mother's a hardcore believer," Matcha grumbled as she calmed down.

"What kind of stuff does she say about Ookuma?"

"Lies along the likes of accusing her of killing the scoundrel that ran away and killed himself after Madam Ookuma found out she was pregnant. And typical things like she rigs elections and murders foes behind the scenes. Lies to the highest degree, as while Madam Ookuma may have some controversial policies and views according to the masses, she is an honest woman that has risen to where she is through hard work. Why, I believe that despite the overwhelming negative press she receives, her message resonates as her movement continues to grow, why, her party has not lost a single seat or election ever since the party ran in the 2005 elections," Benihime stated.

"2005? If I recall correctly Ookuma's newly formed party won all the seats they contested, though I'd argue it was less due to their policies and more due to the atrocity supporters of the opposition committed," Zuina mumbled.

"*Sigh* Well, as much as I disagree with her, she is a customer and we must serve her, however, if she sends someone like Matcha back here in tears, I have no qualms with kicking her out," Masaru declared.

"Ah, perhaps Matcha would be a poor choice to serve Madam Ookuma and her party. She has an averse hatred for matcha tea," Benihime stated.

"Wait, THAT'S why she flipped out over me!?" Matcha shouted.

"Unfortunately it must have been a misunderstanding. I read in Madam Ookuma's bio that she developed her hatred for matcha due to being forced to perform the tea ceremony daily by her overbearing father. That is why she believes matcha should be outlawed."

"OUTLAWED!? That's just flat out radical! Who the hell is voting for that psycho and her party!?"

"I. As much as I initially disagreed, it seems the will of the people is beginning to speak otherwise. Should Madam Ookuma's party prevail in the House of Councillor's election in a few weeks, she'll have set the stage for her passage of legislation and ascension to prime minister next year. As a noble, I serve the will of the people, lest I face their just fury," Benihime stated as she left to bring drinks to Ookuma and her group.

"I think that Kabuki or Fubuki fellow's right. That woman's a monster," Mimi thought as she clutched her stomach.

                                                                          ...

In the luxury seating area, the representatives from other parties began to get in a vicious shouting match with Ookuma and her party.

"Everyone needs to calm down!" Reika's voice shouted out.

One of Ookuma's diehard supporters, Senior Commissioner Nakayama of the Tokyo metropolitan police, angrily turned towards Mutsumi.

"YUZUME! DON'T YOU DARE INTERRUPT MADAM OOKUMA'S DEBATE!" Nakayama screeched.

"Debate? That was a shouting match, and it's just common courtesy to quiet down," Reika stated as Mutsumi did her best to mouth the words.

"Well, it must be quite nice to be saying such things from the safety of faraway. I know the woman before me is NOT really you, Detective," Ookuma glared.

Nakayama's eyes went bloodshot as she lunged at Mutsumi and ripped off her wig, causing her long purple tresses to tumble out.

"*Sigh* So she's been found out," Reika sighed.

"YUZUME! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!? I THOUGHT YOU WERE MERELY DELAYING YOUR ASSIGNMENT, BUT WHAT IS WITH THIS STUNT!?" Nakayama snarled.

"I have my reasons, Commissioner. As for you Representative Ruchi Ookuma, it seems I may not be able to make the election day vote. I truly wonder how well you'll do considering an overwhelming majority of the country, 95% by the way in a recent poll, STRONGLY disagree with your view that anime, manga, and video games need to be outlawed."

"It seems you are still clouded with ignorance, Detective. The things you mentioned truly bring great harm to the country, and greater world," Ookuma calmly stated.

"Oh? I thought it was because you just personally hate it and enjoy watching people suffer. You seemed to have quite the sadistic smile when you watched your ex-husband get murdered by your order, or when you sliced a young woman with a knife while walking in-"

"Those are disproved fakes spread by conspiracy theorist Kabuki Dakota. It saddens me that Tokyo's most esteemed detective is brainwashed by such deception."

"We both know that's bullshit. So tell me, where's your daughter you've been "courageously" raising this whole time? Does she even exist? And if she does-"

"Mao is growing up to be a fine young woman. She will be 15 in 2 months time."

"15 already, so why hasn't she been seen in public?"

"You should know. Just look at how many of my opposition's bloodthirsty savages roam the streets. It would be dangerous to let Mao go out until she has matured to where she can defend herself with ease."

"Ara? And she can't even go to school?"

"She has received private tutoring. After all, I have yet to reform our nation's education curriculum."

"I'm not going to let you. I WILL expose you and bring you to justice."

"Well then Detective, when I become Prime Minister in a year and my dear friend Senior Commissioner Nakayama becomes Superintendent general, you'll be tried for all your crimes-"

"That you'll cook up to convict me of? I know how you work."

"INSOLENCE! YUZUME YOU'RE-"

"If you fire me, I shall become more powerful than you could ever imagine."

Nakayama froze as Ookuma calmly rose and tapped her on the shoulder.

"It is not your fault Senior Commissioner. She was uninvited, but I allowed her to stay and say her piece. Though now, your proxy must leave, Detective Reika Yuzume."

"Th- Then I will ensure she is punished. NAKAJIMA! HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!" Nakayama roared as she pinned Mutsumi violently to the wall and cuffed her.

The impact ended up shattering the multiple devices Reika was using to communicate from afar, thus ending her communication with Mutsumi.

"You say MY supporters are violent!? Yours are the barbarians!" one of Ookuma's detractors from a different party glared as he rose.

"Could one of the guards please escort the rats out?" Ookuma sneered.

"Yes... ma'am," Wakaha stated as she and another female guard began escorting all of Ookuma's detractors out.

"Well at least the guard's hot," one politician oogled as he attempted to grope Wakaha's ass.

Upon feeling contact, Wakaha immediately threw him over her. Ookuma sighed as she stopped recording and sent the video to the press.

"Well, I do appreciate it when you destroy yourselves for me. And now that all the opposition is gone, I control the room," Ookuma happily thought to herself.

                                                                            ...

Outside, the opposition politicians all got into their rides with the exception of the one who groped Wakaha, whom was thrown in the squad car next to Mutsumi in the back of Nakayama's squad car.

"Serves him right, but I'm worn out. Think I can go home early?" Wakaha asked.

"It's understandable. I'll let Madam Ookuma know," the other guard smiled.

"Thanks."

Once Wakaha was alone, she let out a pent up sigh.

"That room was hell. Pervy geezers on one side, Ookuma on the other. Well, at least Ookuma probably won't complain about me clocking out early over this. Honestly, I'm glad she chose me to be the one to kick the geezers out. I'd be dead if Rika found me in there," Wakaha shuddered.

                                                                           ...

"Chef Shinohime, could I trouble you to fetch the manager so I can have a private discussion with her once the establishment is closed?" Ookuma asked.

"Not at all Madam Ookuma, I shall fetch the restaurant's manager once we've closed," Benihime smiled.

                                                                        ...

Masaru nervously entered the luxury seating area as Ookuma shot him a cold glare.

"And where is Miss Komachi?" Ookuma glared.

"Apologies, but she has left for the night. Since I am also one of the managers I-"

"Fetch her NOW!"

"I cannot, for she is not here."

"Do you want to be charged with sexually assaulting one of my colleagues?" Ookuma sneered as she signaled her guards to surround Masaru.

"I beg your pardon-MMPH!?"

Ookuma's guards immediately restrained Masaru and covered his mouth, as he stared in horror at the snickering Ookuma and her followers.

"Why do you look surprised? I control this room, and therefore the narrative of all the events that take place within. Now ladies, did this foul degenerate attempt to force himself on us?" Ookuma maliciously asked.

"Yes Madam Ookuma," the room sneered in unison.

"Correct. And did one of our brave guards shoot the bastard dead to protect the life of her client?" Ookuma sneered as one of the guards pulled out her gun and pressed it into the side of Masaru's head.

"Yes Madam Ookuma," the room maliciously giggled in unison.

"Correct. What a shame. He was billed as a prodigious chef, but was nothing but a vicious sexual predator. Segawa-san, if you please rip your shirt and scream on 4. Ready? 4,3,2,1-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Ookuma sighed, but maintained her composure as the guard that had been pointing her gun at Masaru screamed in pain as her arm flew towards her. Ookuma caught the severed arm and used the gun it was still clutching to effortlessly block the knife slash of an enraged Rika.

"So it seems dear Hannya was here after all," Ookuma sneered as she effortlessly threw Rika back into the wall, nearly sending her through it.

Ookuma then retrieved Rika and slammed her face down into the table faster than the eye could see. One guard nervously brought the restrained Masaru forward as the remaining guards immediately pounced on Rika while Ookuma held her down.

"My, it seems like you were chained up in the back," Ookuma sneered as she ripped the tape off Rika's mouth and handed it to a guard to gag Masaru with.

"I'LL KILL YOU YOU BITCH!" Rika roared.

"No, you're going to help with my campaign. Just as you did back in 2005," Ookuma maliciously smiled.