Bashame, the bully, and the belligerent yacht

As nightfall hit, Daria arrived at the specified location to find Slick, still in his tracksuit, standing on the dock.

"Huh? Why no dress?"

"Sorry, but I'm a sporty girl so deal with the latex pants and sneakers. Though my coat is quite flashy, yes? Oh, and did you notice I dyed my hair?"

"Baba- Ah, Slick didn't."

"'Baba'?"

Slick stood for a bit before suddenly wiggling uncontrollably. Though much to Daria's horror, he then began taking his skin off like a shirt. As Daria recoiled in horror, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her neck and went limp, falling to the ground. She still remained conscious, but was unable to move an inch.

Her assailant than bound her wrists and ankles with zipties and stood her upright, allowing her to see Slick.

However, Slick was nowhere to be seen, and in his place was a petite girl with a punk buzzcut.

"Yay, Mari came. Baba's happy. Can Baba stop wearing this old skin?"

"Most certainly. We caught our big dish, so dispose of that filth in the rudder," Mari's voice sneered.

Daria was then tossed to the ground, allowing her to see Mari and the woman along side her.

"D- Doraaki!?"

"Yup, you were looking for her, yes? Well too bad, so sad. She's now MY bitch. Bashame, seat her," Mari sneered as the punk woman began dragging Daria onto a nearby yacht.

The yacht was the restaurant Daria had been told to come to, yet as it turned out, Mari owned the whole thing.

...

The engine roared as the yacht sped out to sea. Daria was then restrained firmly to a chair at a fancy table across from Mari.

"So, like the place? I inherited it all from Slick," Mari sneered as she propped her feet on the table.

"What the hell is going on!?"

"In time. Shall we enjoy our dinner."

With the clap of her hands, Bashame arrived in chef's attire and placed a mouthwatering meal on the table.

Daria felt her tummy rumbling, yet was unable to move. And to make matters more torturous, Bashame slapped some tape over her mouth before splashing some wine in her face.

"Whoops, Baba's so clumsy. So quench your thirst though?"

Daria responded with a silent death glare.

As Mari began tauntingly eating the food, she revealed her scheme. Turns out, that as soon as Doraaki arrived, Mari managed to trick Slick into a DESPER match, resulting in his death and Doraaki becoming her servant. To keep up appearances though, she had Baba Bashame, pose as Slick, though it was clear Bashame was bad at pulling off disguises.

"But I'm sure you're asking, "Why do all this?" Well, whatever I want, I get. That's why I'm Mari Suou, THE Mary Sue. I'm unrivaled, invincible, unbeatable."

"Mmph."

"Bashame, the tape."

Bashame nodded and ripped the tape off Daria's mouth, leaving a red patch in it's wake.

"And as for you, Miss Marianne. It seems you were sent to try and save Doraaki. Well too bad, I'm using her as bait to lure one Maestro Himitsu out. Perhaps you've heard of her?"

Daria began to get nervous as she contemplated her next move. Should she reveal her identity or not? Did Mari already know who she was? There were too many risks, so Daria opted for a safer question, "Where'd my mommy go?"

Mari burst into laughter. "Oh funny story. Your mom was a ninja."

"So?"

"A ninja that is not old enough to be your mother."

"I was adopted."

"And there's the admission of guilt. Bashame..."

Bashame grinned and ran away, returning seconds later with a dinner tray. As she uncovered it, Daria recoiled in horror. A burned, severed head was on the plate. It was impossible to make out who's head it was, but Mari maniacally claimed it was the head of Ina Kirikawa.

Tears began to pour down Daria's face as Mari smiled and kicked the table aside. "Marianne, you pissed me off today at the gym. You know what I do to girls that piss me off? I humiliate them and make them my bitches. Guess I got the nasty genes from daddy, but don't think we're the same. Now, Bashame, shave every damn hair off that bitch."

Daria was still a bit shaken by Ina's apparent death, but regained her composure and tearfully glared at Mari. "Sure, shave it all off, and don't forget the eyebrows. I'll still look hotter than a hag like you."

"Um excuse me... Did... Did you just call me a fucking hag!?"

"What? Got wrinkles under all that latex?"

"I'M 21, DAMMIT! Don't you call me old, punk!" Mari fumed as she kicked Daria in the gut.

Daria fell to the ground with a thud as Mari began kicking her and laughing. The strong desire of wanting to beat Mari in a chess match was present, yet it was likely impossible to force her into a match with the DESPER key.

But much to Daria's and everyone else's surprise, the DESPER key activated and Daria found herself able to move again as she sat at a chessboard across from Mari.

"What's happening!? Bashame! Did you do something!?" Mari cried.

"Baba didn't do anything! She must be Desperado!"

"Nope, but you're in for a world of hurt. Now blitz time control, and if I win, Doraaki Soten is freed from your control, and you Miss Mari Suou, will be given a life-time sentence at the WWCF holding facility, and I'll be freed from my restraints," Daria declared.

"And when I win, YOU, Marianne Graham, will become my sex toy, for humiliation purposes naturally," Mari sneered.

"Then begin, the first move is yours."

Mari went quiet for a bit before smirking and displaying her WWCF card. The rating of 990 certainly didn't seem intimidating, until the card suddenly turned purple and he rating jumped to 2990.

"Y- You're-"

"That's right, way out of your league!" Mari sneered as she slammed her pawn down on e4.

This game looked like it was going to be a lot harder than anticipated.