Lethal Eva

Lethal Eva Chapter 1: A New Partner

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LETHAL EVA:

CHAPTER 1: A NEW PARTNER.

DECEMBER 21ST, 1987: TOKYO-3 DOWNTOWN HOTEL PENTHOUSE (2:30 AM)

Yui Fuyutski laid in bed, a small smile on her face. It had been a wild night, sex, drugs, rock and roll as a prostitute she couldn't have asked for a better time of year than the holiday season.

People were lonely, and it was great for business. She was one of the top earners of her trade, and this night certainly was no different. The gentleman was rich beyond imagination, and the penthouse proved it.

It was perfectly adorned with a large plush king bed, fitted with maroon sheets. The room was decorated for the holidays, even a Christmas tree in the northwest corner of the room. 2 large sliding glass doors opened to the balcony creating a gentle breeze that blew through the apartment, tickling Yui's pale skin.

For her part Yui knew how to get a man's attention. Her beautiful short brown tresses, and deep blue eyes would've been enough. However, she always dressed the part appropriately to truly get the attention of young lust filled men. Tonight, she'd gone with a most scantly clad approach; A tight white top, sans the bra, white cotton panties, and fishnet stockings pulled together the perfect eye-catching outfit. She sighed lightly and rolled on to her right side.

On said side of the bed lay a tray with the goodies of the evening. A long white line of cocaine, a straw, and an open pill capsule were what remained of the tryst. Yui smiled lightly again, grabbed the straw, and decided on one more hit before going back to the streets for some more action.

She did her line, continuing to smile and stood up from the bed. Keeping her robe wide open, for the world to see her exposed flesh she stumbled out of the 35th story penthouse and on to the balcony, with a beautiful view of Tokyo-3.

In her stupor Yui somehow made her way over to the railing. She looked out on to the Tokyo-3 skyline, not aware of where she was now of course. She giggled as she looked around with not a coherent thought in her head.

Yui lifted herself on to the railing, and without a second thought threw herself off, and into the unforgiving terrain below. Yui landed with a sickening thud, on top of a white Ford Mustang that was parked at the foot of the building. The fall shattered her spinal cord, and neck killing her instantly from blunt force trauma.

Yui Fuyutski died, at half past 2 AM. A tragic end, to a life that was just getting started.

DECEMBER 21ST, 1987: TOKYO-3 suburbs 7AM

Ryoji Kaji sat relaxing in his porcelain tub, eyes closed trying to ready himself for the busy day ahead. He had jet black hair pulled into a ponytail, with dark brown eyes and stubble on his face. He'd been with the Tokyo-3 police force for about 20 years and was looking forward to retirement. Not so much that he didn't enjoy his work, but it was more he was ready to send his 3 children off to college. He wanted to see them grow up get married and have children he could spoil rotten as a grandpa. The police force wasn't exactly the best place to have a career that guaranteed 30 years of life expectancy.

The holidays were a trying time for the police force, and for a 50-year-old sergeant the stress could be overwhelming sometimes. Couple that with a rambunctious family life, and times like these in the tubs were few and far between. To say the least, he was relishing the feel of the warm water of the bath; that was until...