Kingpin

[Alisa_Perne]

The year is 2012 and Alisa Perne has returned after faking her own death three years ago, her dirty little secret of being the only vampire in Tokyo has yet to be let out and she plans to keep it that way, but she hasnt returned as Alisa, she has returned as a faceless racer, whom everyone calls Racer-X, her only mission is to take one of the local Yakuza gangs down and avenge her brothers death, but she is growing weary and is getting nowhere by killing any Yakuza she finds, she is looking for someone that has information or someone who can help her in her endless hunt, but she doesnt ask, if any of the racers have any information they only way they can even gain an audience with her is to challenge her to a race, and this, is where the story begins.

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Alisa pulled up to the meet, it was in an abandoned parking garage, she stopped at the entrance and rolled down the window, the man standing at the gate gave her a glance and pressed a button opening it, although the man had never seen her face because she always wore a black helmet with a tinted visor the man knew she was Racer-X and not to be toyed with, her black Lamborghini Aventador idled smoothly through the gate and she nailed the throttle into the garage, the car screamed and she took off up several floors to the top of the garage where everyone was gathered, her parking spot was open as usual and a few people were standing in it, but when she came around the corner, the entire crowd parted, all eyes were on her.

She pulled the car into the spot and killed the engine. As she got out her slender yet slightly muscled frame was revealed, she stood at five foot eleven and wore a leather skin tight jumpsuit from head to toe, she walked over to the DJ and they both exchanged a handshake and a fist pound, she flipped up the narrow slit in her visor, pulled out a cigarette, lit one and took a big drag and slowly exhaled, not even paying attention to the fact that everyone had stopped talking, the music had stopped and everyone was watching her.

She pressed a button on the leather part of the suit wrapped around her neck and turned on her voice disguising device. "Attention all my little racers." She said in a robotic like voice, "Let the racing begin!" She lifted both fists up into the air and the crowd cheered and some fired up their cars and revved the engines. The cheering continued on for a minute or so untill she raised her hand high into the air and closed it into a fist, the cheering instantly stopped.

She started walking into the crowd looking at each racer. "I see alot of new racers here tonight." She turned to a japanese man who was dressed in punk style and standing in front of a decked out Toyota Supra, the man nodded, "And i see some familiar ones." She pointed to a group of drifters, "You four, show me something." They all looked around at each other, wondering what to do.
The japanese man she had nodded at earlier stepped up behind her, "You heard her, get in the cars and put on a show." They nodded and jumped in their vehicles.

Alisa turned around and saw the man had his shirt lifted revealing a chrome Glock. The drifters pulled out into the open space on the roof and started drifting around, they formed together, and dirfted perfect circles in tandem, then expanded and contracted to a figure eight, two stopped and the other two drifted around the stopped cars, they continued untill she motioned for them to stop, they all pulled back into their parking spaces and got out of their vehicles.

"Let the party begin!" she said and the music cranked back up and the racers went about their buisness, Alisa returned to her spot and perched her slender figure on the hood of her car and lit another cigarette, she just watched, and waited.

 

[Game of Chance]

The young man that approached her wasn't a racer. That much was evident from the clothing he wore; a well-made, expensive Italian suit, immaculately pressed, shiny black shoes, and ten-thousand dollars worth of jewelry dripping from his wrist. Tall and thin, short, dark hair topped his head. He knew of Racer-X by reputation only; under other circumstances, he would not have been here. This scene was very much not his; he was far more used to the boardroom.

Underground races were not something respectable businessmen attended; of course, he was no respectable businessman. On the surface, most wouldn't know that the young, twenty-something businessman was actually a dealer in that most valuable of commodities: information. More money could be made off of the right piece of information than any commodity traded on the Nissei.

Intimidating though the 5'11" Racer X could be, standing a few inches taller than the Japanese businessman, he seemed entirely unperturbed. When one had faced down Yakuza before, and on a regular basis, one learned quickly how and when fear was appropriate.

He snapped off a bow with near military precision. "Racer X," he said, quietly, voice firm yet respectful. "I have been told that you only grant audiences to those who challenge you to a race. Such is, at least, the rumor here." Crisply, the young man reached into the breast pocket of his suit, pulling out a single photograph. With no further ado, he extended the photo in her direction.

"I am hopeful that this will suffice in lieu of a race. Information is my business." With a somewhat sheepish smirk, he added, "Besides, I live in the middle of Tokyo. I have not driven a car in five years."

 

[Alisa_Perne]

Alisa stood up and took a few steps back as to not tower over the man, she studied the photograph carefully and slowly, the photo was a black and white, taken from a rooftop, it was a man getting out of a limousine, which would not be any information to her at all, but as she studied it with her keen vampire eyes, she noticed something hanging from the mans neck, it was the symbol of the Yakuza. She looks at the man and noticed his wrist, she grabbed his hand and pulled it closer to her eyes.

"That's a nice piece, twenty four karat diamonds, nice touches of silver Bulgari, very expensive, I take it you are an executive of some sort, a man able to....acquire things?" She changed her voice to seductive, "Things i may need, perhaps....information?" She let the mans hand go, "But we must go somewhere private." She said in her robotic voice.

She walked around and opened the passenger door, "Get in."

 

[Game of Chance]

"Who I am shall remain something of a mystery for now," Kenjiro replied, as she observed the watch clasped around his wrist. "I am sure you could discover my name and simple pieces of information like that, but my true importance is known by a precious few. Suffice it to say, however, that I believe myself able to help you."

By no means a "car man," Kenjiro still found his eyes drawn to her vehicle, the sort of car that even he did not have the money to purchase, nor the know-how to operate.

"I am a man of means," he acknowledged, "but a vehicle like this is too rich even for my blood." Taking a seat in the passenger seat, he couldn't help but feel the thrill of adrenaline start to course through his veins. His thrills, generally, were likely different from Racer X's, but everyone needed that little spark that got them through life.

"Lead the way to privacy."

 

[Alisa_Perne]

She slid into the car smoothly and quickly, almost too quickly, the japanese man with the gun from earlier approached the car.

"You arent racing tonight?"

Alisa simply nodded her head no, and started the vehicle, "I would buckle up if i were you, this is going to be a very brief yet curvy drive, we dont want to risk breaking that beautiful watch and perhaps that beautiful mind of yours before you become of any further use to me now do we?" She smiled underneath her helmet, even though she was using a voice disguiser she could still manage to sound seductive.

She fired up the car and mashed the gas pedal, jerked it around corner after corner as they shot down the five levels of the parking garage and onto the street, she took a left, and then a quick right, shot through a red light and continued to accelerate, through several more, to a normal human a this point everything would be a blur, but to her, it was like slow motion, she blew a motorcycle police officers bike over as she flew past it, the man didnt even have time to react, she took a quick left, slammed on the emergency brake, and slid up her drive way and into her open garage.

"Privacy." She said as the lights came on and revealed the rest of her garage, revealing several other expensive cars along with some other miscellaneous car parts, she got out of the car and opened the garage door that led to her house and gestured for the man to come forward.

 

[Game of Chance]

"That sounds like good adv--"

The words weren't out of his mouth before the Racer took off like a bat out of Hell. White knuckled, he clutched at the seat of the car, anything that he could grab onto to steady himself. He didn't have time to ponder the Racer's seductive tone of voice, or how this had all happened. Instead, he simply closed his eyes, hung on for dear life, and waited for the vehicle to come to a stop, somewhere. Anywhere.
As the car finally, mercifully came to a stop in the garage, it took the businessman several moments to collect himself. That rate of speed was not something he was used to. After a few moments, he regained his calm, and stepped from the vehicle to follow the mysterious, bodysuit clad racer.

"Very nice privacy, from the looks of it," was all he could manage to say as he came forward as beckoned. His steps were shaky as he moved, but he would be damned if he let his guest seem him rattled. He had endured worse, far worse.

 

[Alisa_Perne]

Alisa turned to the left and flipped a switch on the wall, the whole house lit up, revealing the kitchen which was pristenly clean, and a large living room with three gucci leather couches and a gigantic flatscreen tv, "What you are about to see, never leaves this house, you are the only person in tokyo who is about to see my face, if my identity leaves this house, i promise you will be dead before dawn." She took off her helmet slowly, letting her thigh length hair fall she had crystal blue eyes and a cold stare, her face was expressionless in a eerie sort of way, but that was her mystique, her cool, her calm, her zen.

"That picture you showed me, that man, he is a Yakuza, but i know you already know this, and i know you already know that i am looking for him, but im curious if you know why." She ran a gloved finger down his chest, "Do you, kind sir." She turned off her voice disguising device, "Because if you do that will make our conversation all that much easier." She had a very feminine voice but as feminine as it was there was very strong undertones of strength in it. Her stare bored into the man.

"Tell me sir, do you know why I want this man?"

 

[Game of Chance]

He nodded in appreciation at the house and its finery, and then again at her words. "I am in the business of keeping secrets. Your secret will remain kept, I assure you."

Moments later, Saito-san was staring in amazement at the figure before him. His brain knew it to be true, yet was having great difficulty processing the fact.

"...I will have to fire one of my closest and most trusted subordinates, Miss Perne," Kenjiro managed, after getting over the initial shock. "You are supposed to have been dead for three years, and yet you stand here before me very much alive."

She was beautiful, but in a dangerous sort of way -- that much would be evident simply by looking at her, even without knowing her identity.

"Let me see, Miss Perne," the young businessman said, as she stared at him. "I believe that man is he who killed your...brother. Yes, brother is what I was told, and that information did not come cheaply."

 

[Alisa_Perne]

"First of all kind sir, do not fire your subordinate, for any reason, if this charade is to continue, you only fire your subordinate if he gives you incorrect information, in which case he would then begin to wonder in his years of service to you which piece of information would have to be incorrect, at which point he would begin researching things, he would then come upon the one thing that wasnt quite one hundred percent, because if you recall, they found no body in the explosion at my old house, they just assumed i was dead because none of the countries agencies could track me down, so he will then begin the process to see if i am still alive, and he will find out, at which point alot of people will have to die, including you." She gave a eerie smile briefly showing her teeth, "So we want to make sure everything goes on as it has been for the last three years, after my plan is carried out i dont care if the world knows im still alive, but for now, for the sake of me not having to slaughter an entire yakuza gang, id rather my existence remain a secret."

 

[Game of Chance]

"Fair enough," he replied, bowing his head. She was right, after all -- he couldn't reveal that he knew this in any way, shape or form, or else..."

He didn't want to think about it.

"A secret it shall remain. So, what do we do from here? I can gather information as needed, but you are in charge here. This is your fight. Consider me simply an aide-de-camp for you."

 

[Alisa_Perne]

"From here, since you keep secrets, you shall know my darkest secret, tell me young friend, how old do you think i am, and do you believe in vampires?" She unzipped her leather suit halfway as she walked into her kitchen and pulled out two glasses and a bottle of wine, she poured two glasses and walked to one of the couches, "Come, sit, since we are keeping secrets, tell me why you are in this buisness, and who you are, and how you know i am looking for this man, i can assure you that your secrets will remain secret, if they dont, you can reveal mine." She smiled, showing her fangs briefly enough for them to catch anyone's eye.

 

[Game of Chance]

Kenjiro's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, but he remained as calm as one could imagine. "I do now," he deadpanned, taking both a glass of wine and a seat next to her on the fine leather.

"My name is Kenjiro Saito. I work for the Yamashita Corporation as an executive Vice President. That much you can find out from my corporate biography. On the side, however...I am simply at heart a man who had made all the right friends in all of the right places. In America, they claimed banks were too big to fail. That is essentially me, Miss Perne. I know too much about too many people to be a target for retaliation -- by most, of course," he amended. She could probably off him if she wanted with little repercussion -- after all, she was thought dead.

"I know you are looking for him because I have associates who have watched you communicate with people at the races," he continued. "Most figures of import are under surveillance by me at any given time. It is the cost of doing business."

The business talk helped distract him from the fact that she was a: a vampire, and b: absolutely breathtaking. Both facts that needed some distracting from, really.

 

[Alisa_Perne]

"How long have you been watching me, and what caused me to be a figure of import, was it because i came seemingly out of nowhere and took the entire city of tokyo and its racing scene by storm?" She smiled another fanged smile and took a sip of her wine, "Or is it because I am a figure of substantial wealth that you cant seem to figure upon where it came from or where i came from." She got within kissing distance of his face, "What drew your attention more kind sir, or was it both?"
She took another sip of her wine and stood up, she unzipped her skin tight suit and took it off, underneath she was wearing a silk blouse and some black spandex pants, her slightly muscled arms were visible, she had a tattoo on her left shoulder that read "Sanguinis Pretium Sanguis"