Love In Carnage

ch.11

*Their outfits but Amaya is wearing the hoodie*

Takeshi

After reading the message, Amaya entered the room and took her medication, which unintentionally sedated her. I was not keen on her taking the pill as her eccentricity was part of the charm that enthralled me. About an hour or two before the confrontation, I woke her up to find that she retained the drowsy, wild look in her eyes, yet I hoped the argument would help alleviate some of her anger.

To be honest, I was also livid, that 'thing' had the audacity to call my woman a slut where she posts picture like that on the internet. If it was up to me, I would have skinned her alive, but I trust my Sakura and could not wait to see what she would do to that 'whore'. When we got into the club, it was still packed with drunk men, sluts and perverts. I intertwined my hand with Amaya who kept her head low and hood up.

She became an internet sensation due to her response to the media at the event. Additionally, she taught Haruka a dance and posted a video of herself dancing freestyle to a song. Despite the heat, she was fortunately dressed in full-coverage clothing.

"Mr. Aizawa, what a pleasant surprise," said Yamato Sato. He had the audacity to speak to me while his daughter was effectively sealing his fate. However, patience is essential, and I awaited Sakura's directive.

"Sato," I responded icily as he gazed at Amaya with a smirk. Despite being clad in my hoodie, she still drew attention. She wore the hood and a mask, and headphones through which she claimed the music helped soothe her somewhat. She had instructed that if I wished to speak with her, I should either squeeze her hand or tap her shoulder.

"Are you here for the fight?" he inquired, just before that witch made her appearance.

*Aio's outfit*

Her outfit showed of her body but if you just glanced at her you could she her hardened nipple and judging from both her disheveled look and limp in her walk you could tell that she just got fucked in the bathroom.

"Oh, Takeshi, how are you?" she asked in a sickly-sweet voice. I felt Amaya's grip tighten around my hand, and had my hand been smaller, she might have broken it. I gave her a bored look. "Are you here to see the fight? Our fighter has always won, and it would be wise to bet on him," she suggested.

"I have my own fighter," I replied before leaving them and heading to the locker room reserved for Amaya. My guards stood outside as we entered.

The moment we were inside, she released my hand and removed her hood. "Thank goodness, I thought she'd never stop talking."

I chuckled at her comment and set her duffle bag on a bench. "I felt the same, Sakira, but the fight is in 10 minutes; you should get ready," I said as I sat down.

"Aren't you leaving?" she inquired, pulling out her fighting gear.

"Why? I have already seen everything plus if I leave Aio won't leave me alone," I said while looking at her.

"Far point," was all she said as she started to take off her clothes. I closed my eyes because if I saw her naked, I would not let her leave this room. I heard her chuckle before putting on her clothes. "Ok, you can open your eyes, now," she said.

I smirked at her outfit and rose to my feet. Gently pulling her by the waist, I placed a soft kiss on her lips and gazed into her beautiful brown eyes. "Good luck," I whispered, and she returned a smile.

"Thank you," she replied, kissing me back before looping her gloves around her neck. A knock interrupted us, and one of my guards peeked in.

"Sorry for the interruption, but the fight is about to begin," he informed us before shutting the door.

Amaya inhaled deeply, then detached herself from me to grab her bag, pulling me along as we exited the room. We settled into the booth where I usually sit. The room was filled with various drug lords, not all of them Chinese. As the introductions commenced, Amaya seemed preoccupied with something—or rather, someone: Aio, who was across the room.

"Please welcome Aizawa's fighter," Mary announced, and with that, it was Amaya's cue to enter the ring. Once I had assisted her with her gloves, she made her way to the ring. A number of people were making drunken catcalls, while others were simply leering. I had the urge to confront each one, but restraint was necessary.

As the fight began, the two fighters circled each other. Amaya, I knew, would not be the first to strike; she relished the game of intimidation. She paused, offering her opponent a look of sheer boredom, which only served to aggravate him. He lunged for a punch at her face, but she swiftly dodged and countered with a forceful punch to his upper inner arm.

To the untrained eye, it was just a punch to the arm, but she had precisely targeted the Exselary nerve. This caused a topic discharge, an involuntary burst of electrical activity. The brain's receptors were flooded, signaling intense pain. As the neural circuitry became overwhelmed, destructive signals cascaded down to the limbs, while an influx of calcium and potassium caused the body's systems to shut down.

Her opponent, the Sato fighter, started to crumble and fall down but Amaya kicked him in the chest, causing him to fly towards Aio since the ring did not have ropes around it. And with just one move, my love has won the fight and broken the chain link to Aio dress which caused it to fall off. It was hilarious, people started to mumble when they realized that they lost thousands of dollars with just one move. After they announced the winner, I stood up and walked over to Amaya.

"As always, well done, Sakura," I complimented.

"Thanks, but I thought you said he was the best. He didn't even put up a fight," she remarked, pouting cutely and crossing her arms.

I chuckled and intertwined our hands, drawing her close. "Well, there's a gift waiting for you at home, so you'll need to be patient, okay Sakura?"

Her mood visibly lifted at this, and she nodded, eagerly pulling me towards the door.

She truly is the best...