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Akutagawa

I refused to miss this handoff. The idea that a certain representative was going to just take Yoko away.

Though none of us could breathe when we saw who came.

She gave us a wicked grin, twisted with earth-shattering malice.

"Natsuo Kirino at your service Port Mafia, or how about you just call me Mariko Hashioka." She smirked.

Yoko dropped to her knees eyes wide.

"Why? You should be..."

Mariko knelt and grabbed Yoko's hand.

"How did it feel emptying your gun into my head? Was it fun? Did it bring you joy? You can do it again if you'd like!"

"How are you still alive?" Chuuya asked threateningly.

"Simple. My ability, The Goddess Chronicles. It's got multiple forms like Yoko's. One of which allows my consciousness to be placed into a copy of myself. You can kill me and I'll just wake up in the original. That's how I became such a great assassin."

Immortal...

"You. You're the leader of the American Underworld." Yoko mumbled standing to her feet.

"This was bigger than you. Any of you. It could've been so much easier but Yoko you had to go and kill me like that." Mariko sighed.

I wondered what I could do to get us out of this situation. Ougai was keen on giving Yoko up, but I was willing to fight. Killing this Mariko could just mean the real one is out there somewhere. It would never end.

Yoko began laughing to herself, a smile growing wide on her face.

"You came here to even the odds."

Mariko stepped back shocked. As for why, I was still trying to piece that together.

"Say," Yoko beamed. "I told you once that my ability is alot like Akutagawa's Rashoumon. It takes on many forms, each equally as deadly, though I had never perfected all of them."

Mariko pulled a pistol out and aimed it at Yoko.

"You won't get close enough to me without taking a bullet to the head." She warned. Yoko sneered her hands breaking her handcuffs effortlessly.

"Is that so? Because what I think, is that you don't have the guts to do it."

With every passing second Yoko stepped closer to Mariko, the tension growing thicker, more lethal.

"Don't make me shoot you!" Mariko hissed the barrel now pressed against Yoko's forehead.

"When we were friends, we told eachother our secrets. You think I've forgotten? Natsuo, I know where you're hiding."