The infamy of the Ookumas

As nightfall hit, Ookuma sat with Mao at the dinner table.

"Today, is a wonderful night. The seeds have been sown for my victory in October. The election will be in just a short week. However, you shall make your public debut tomorrow on April 1st," Ookuma smiled.

"I look forward towards working publicly by your side," Mao bowed.

"Indeed, you shall now be publicly appearing alongside me from now on, though you are not to leave my side."

"I understand, dear Mother."

"Excellent, and how will you refer to me in public?"

"As Madam Ookuma and then Prime Minister Ookuma once you are sworn in.

A devilish grin appeared on Ookuma's face as she began clapping. "Excellent! I raised you well. In the early morning of the 1st, I've scheduled for a mob to burn down this house. We will escape with our lives and there and then, you shall make your public debut before the news as the violent "opposition" is arrested."

"The act shall solidify the party's win and your courage in the face of oppression," Mao smiled.

"Ah, music to my ears. I can even scoop a few non-political loose ends in this as well. Ah, I have never felt so empowered. Just 51 short days and I will take the seat of the vermin who bred me on the council of 12. Then I become President of the council, and exude MY worldview on the world at large. It won't be instant especially with a few notable national roadblocks, but it will be inevitable. Mao, serve me a piece of this fine cake. Today I feast like the queen I am!" Ookuma laughed as she closed her eyes, reclined, and began to remissness as Mao rose to cut the cake.

...

A few decades ago, Akuma Ookuma scowled as he sat at the council of 12.

"And if you do not produce an heir in a year's time, you are off the council," the leader glared.

"But Frank has no heirs!" Akuma protested.

"He is too powerful to mess with. You however, are one of if not the weakest member on this council. You have been lavishly living but have not been spreading Illumous' will, nor becoming more powerful. You are still a mortal despite being in your third century. And in your greed, you wiped out the rest of your clan to become the sole member. REPRODUCE, or you are gone."

...

One year later, Akuma cackled with joy as he sliced the umbilical chord with his long sharp fingernails. "Looks like that whore did something right, it's a girl. Now, I just need to hook her up with a bunch of guys and problem solved," Akuma snickered as his newborn daughter, Ruchi, cried, and the woman that gave birth to her lay dead on the bed.

As the years went by, Akuma raised Ruchi to become a bride and mother.

"Father, why must I wear this dress? It is quite uncomfortable," a young Ruchi cried.

Smack!

"It'll make you look more beautiful. I want suitors comin' after you," Akuma cackled as he smacked Ruchi's hands with the back of his fingernails.

"Suitors? Am I not already your heir?"

"Heir!? Hell no! I ain't relinquishing my power! Your job is to make babies so that I can have more clout."

"Why can't you just make more yourself?"

"Cause I hate havin' sex that's why! Now grow up to be hot and beautiful so a bunch of I.L.U.'s top heirs wanna make out with ya. Friar Vaan's got a bright strong grandson that would do great. Oh, and the Bombinos also got an older one that could..."

...

"Father, why must I make this tea?" a teenage Ruchi complained as she performed the tea ceremony.

Smack!

"Cause it makes you look and act more womanly, now shut up and make me some tea," Akuma growled.

The constant days and years of performing the tea ceremony in full geisha attire quickly began to anger Ruchi. Eventually in her late teens, she snapped.

"Damn you vermin! I've been doing this slaving for years! Why does I.L.U. value you? You are pathetic. I could do so much more, yet I'm to be nothing more than a bride for your greed and influence. No, not anymore. I'm THROUGH!" Ruchi scowled as she crushed the tea brush in her hand and threw the matcha tea at Akuma.

"The hell you rebelling for! We have guests!" Akuma screeched.

"Let her leave," Hilda snickered as she twiddled her hair.

"Huh? Why should I-"

"My daddy's the head of the council you know."

"Oh, daddy's girl huh? Well then teach this-"

Ruchi then slugged Akuma in the face and sent him crashing through the walls before storming out.

"Well, deal breaker, a shame since she's a smokin hot demon," a male suitor sneered as Akuma angrily got up.

...

Outside, Ruchi sat on a bench and scowled. "Damn that vermin, now every man lusts for my beauty now that you've turned me into a sex magnet," she thought.

"Are you alright Miss?" a well dressed man asked as he offered Ruchi a hanker chief.

"Another flirt? Wait, he's a politician is he not? ...!"

In that moment, Ruchi Ookuma saw her path to power. Her scowl quickly changed to a seductive smile as she gazed at the man. "You married or dating?" she seductively asked.

"N- No," he replied.

"Then, wanna make out?"

The two had sex and soon after, Ookuma became pregnant.

"It better be a girl," Ookuma glared as she went for an ultrasound.

"It looks like... a girl," the nurse stated.

"You better not be lying! I do NOT want a boy!" Ookuma glared.

After getting confirmation from 9 other doctors, Ookuma let out a sigh of relief. "It's a girl. Now, my path to president of the council of 12 is paved. And I can also begin my conquest to rid the world of all that I despise! Oh, the look on that scum's face when I unseat him on the council will be glorious!" she happily thought.

After killing her husband, Ookuma quickly built her political career and was elected to her husband's old seat in a special election while pregnant. Then a few months later on August 31st 2001, Mao was born.

"A girl, A GIRL! You are a beautiful girl that will be the core of my greatness," Ruchi maniacally laughed as she was presented the girl she had given birth to.

The baby's eyes widened in horror and she began to cry as she stared at Ookuma. "No, this isn't my mother. Who is this monster!?" she thought.

Since birth, Mao was nothing but a political prop for Ruchi, however, she was ultimately what spring boarded Ookuma's rise to fame. She could not leave the house, nor engage in any activity within that Ookuma did not approve of. Should Mao step out of line, her hands would be smacked with a wooden ruler. She, like Ookuma, initially protested her living conditions. However, she began to act the way Ookuma wanted her to after a particular incident. An incident which would set in motion a gamble that about to bear it's fruit after ten long years.

...

"Why can't I eat some takoyaki?" a young 5-year-old Mao cried.

Smack!

"Because I said so. I want you to be obedient," Ookuma sneered as she held a wooden ruler in her hand.

"When I'm bigger-"

"If you so disobey me, I WILL microchip you."

As Mao began to tear up, the TV broadcast was hacked by Fubuki Dakoto.

"Everyone! My name is Fubuki Dakoto, I am a journalist. I am sending out this live broadcast because I have discovered some of the crimes of Representative Ruchi Ookuma," Fubuki stated. Mao stared at her mother's annoyed scowl as Fubuki begun to list off Ookuma's crimes. "In this video, you can clearly see Ruchi Ookuma watching as her husband is killed. These goons doing the dirty work are with Illumous which the Ookumas are also members of," Fubuki stated.

"So some ass recorded the execution. Well I have countermeasures for that," Ookuma happily scowled.

Mao had never seen her mother lose her composure quite like this, for she had long believed this monster was invincible. However, despite her losing her composure, Ookuma didn't seem truly worried in the slightest.

"Next, just a few short days ago, I received footage of Ruchi Ookuma murdering someone in the woods," Fubuki stated as a video of Ookuma slicing Mimi played.

"Oh, and you think THAT can bring me down!? Well I'll just say it's a wax replica made by some detractor. She couldn't even capture my fast movements. That, and the girl is dead and I can easily deal with the Korosekai brat," Ookuma cackled. Suddenly, she received a phone call. "And what do you want?" Ookuma asked.

"You could be a little kinder to an I.L.U. councilman," the man on the line grumbled.

"I'll be council president eventually."

"Not if you get exposed."

"By Kabuki!? Have you FINALLY gone senile you old fossil!?"

"It's the girl you slashed! She was cryogenicly frozen again! Worse, the Ginkawas paid for it and we no longer control the lab! I was able to get those three fellows out, but I can't do jack against the Ginkawas! If they move her to the mansion and revive her, you're screwed! If we try and off her before then, who knows what the Ginkawas would do!"

Ookuma immediately went pale and seethed with fear and fury at the TV. For the first time, she was truly afraid.

"No no no NO NO NO NO! Damn you Kabuki! I won't let this ruin my plan!" Ookuma thought as she began frantically dialing her minions.

She was so preoccupied with rectifying that mistake, that she failed to notice Mao.

"Fubuki, terrified her. She's not invincible! There is a chance for me to escape, but I'll be gambling my sanity for who knows how long. But all I need to do is get bigger and stronger and wait for the ideal opportunity," Mao thought.

Mao had begun to see hope. Fubuki had successfully proven to her that her mother could be beaten and that she could escape this hell. Mao then resolved that she would act as her mother's ideal daughter for as long as needed until she'd drop her guard and give her the opportunity to attack. She intentionally made her change in attitude seem natural. And as time went on, Ookuma began to drop the threat of microchipping and rarely drew the wooden ruler. Once Mao began to mature, the ruler was burnt and Ookuma began to treat her more like she would her sycophants. Mao was even able to convince her mother to let her watch Fubuki's videos, provided she do so to "know thy enemy" instead of to absorb the content. It was through Fubuki that Mao learned just how horrible Illumous truly was, and she resolved to destroy them next after her mother was dead. Now, the ten years of suffering and gambling her sanity were about to come to an end.

...

Rika dawned a black bodysuit and fastened the laces on her boots before putting on her weapon's belt. "Tonight, I'm killing that piece of shit," she thought before vanishing in an instant.

In no time flat, she was only a kilometer from Ookuma's house. She failed to notice, however, that Rebelle had spotted her.

"And she's en-route to Madam Ookuma's place. All according to the plan. I imagine poor Mao might meet her end, but Madam Ookuma will courageously triumph even when faced against a viscious assassin, and all her loyal followers," Rebelle sneered as she pulled out her phone.

...

Ookuma closed her eyes and smiled. "When I become Prime Minister, I'll start with the bans. First I'll ban matcha, manga, and anime, then video games, then everything else on my list. I'll send troops to confiscate and burn that filth to ash. When the peasants protest, I'll have then dragged away and microchipped. Then maybe I'll capture and torment the stragglers and force them to watch as the entire nation becomes controlled by me-"

STAB!

Ookuma's eyes shot open in shock as she felt a sharp pain in her neck. Then she felt another as the knife lodged in her neck, shattering it to bits and she was sent her flying. "So, that's how it is! Very well, your death will work just as well!" Ookuma dementedly smiled.