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Ever since junior high, girls moaned when she tightened her grip and got
inside the box. She dug in and eyed down the girl whose heart was about
to be broken into a million pieces, along with her E.R.A. Hanako stared
into the blue eyes of her current rival and couldn't help but smirk.
Silly caucasian girl, did she think she could get one past The Flower of
Carnage? Well, c'mon baby, Hanako thought. Let's see what you've got.
Hanako's heart raced in her chest and wrapped her fingers tight around
the veiny shaft of her instrument of destruction. She watched the
wind-up and then the release. Ha ha. Girls always come before I do. The
ball tumbled through the air and she blinked only once. This was the
lead-up. Her body tensed, her heart was beating like a taiko war drum in
her constrained chest and then finally Hanako's bat brought joy and
misery on the field, just as it did in the locker room, inside an empty
classroom, or beneath the bleachers.
The pitcher's head whipped around and she watched as Nakagawa Hanako
crushed another dream of a college scholarship. She stood at home plate
and flipped the bat once, catching it by the fat head and held it out
behind her. Hanako had more respect for her weapon than to drop it in
the dirt. The girl who had been on deck stepped forward and wrapped both
hands around the long, thick tool and looked up at Hanako with a
sheepish gaze. Hanako didn't even have to look to know the girl was
blushing and thinking of something else. After all, hadn't Hanako been
telling the girl about the importance of "choking up" on "it" twenty
minutes before gametime?
Hanako began her slow trot around the neatly maintained diamond. The
sounds of cheering reached her ears as yet another day was won. However,
Hanako couldn't resist looking at the other team and how their tears
fell like rain. She walked her way in from third, stepping on home plate
as the final nail in the pitcher's coffin. She eyed the other team who
had been broken by her paticular kind of love. There was nothing sexier
to Hanako than that helpless look she left all of her lovers and
opponents with.
Hanako felt her teammates envelop her like a wave. She finally turned
her gaze away from the opposing team's pitcher and finally let out a
smile. Hanako didn't know if The Flower of Carnage was such a great
nickname for her. She thought of herself more as a Queen of Diamonds
Nakagawa Hanako
17 years old
Softball super star shortstop
Even if she never stopped short
Futa All-Star
Care to step up to the plate?
Hanako's dream of super stardom died thirty feet from third base in the warm afternoon sun. One would think she would have learned her lesson, but everyone knows that tigers can't change their stripes.
Athletic scholarships were only for athletes and Hanako soon found herself struggling to pay for the tuition at her upper crust university. Luckily for her she had a brain to back up the arms and legs that had been paying the rent until now and she decided to go into the medical profession. Again, best laid plans.
Medical school was not for Hanako. Too many rules, too many long hours, and too many sick, fat people for her. She turned her attention towards the nuts and bolts aspect of modern medicine and science and ended up with a Bachelor's of Science in Chemistry and went on to pursue a Master's.
There wasn't much choice for someone with such a limited and focused degree and Hanako ended up working at a major pharmaceutical company. Of course, old habits died hard and Hanako couldn't help poke her nose into things it didn't belong. She still had some old friends, many of whom were not too concerned with living a law-abiding life and those extra nights in the lab produced a wide variety of illegal substances, eventually leading to some Nakagawa originals.
A huge cash advance from an old college friend allowed her to open a faux-dive sports bar called "The Dirrrty Dugout" It was everything it was supposed to be and more. People came and watched the big game and drank away their paychecks and those who knew how to order a very specific drink were ushered into the back where the real fun could be had. Hanako sometimes intervened personally to allow the cuter addicts 'work off' their balances. Life was good and business was booming.
Hanako wasn't the sports star she was in her younger years, but she was now something worse. A shrewd businesswoman. That kind of person was a million times worse than any jock ever could be.
Older Hanako is in her mid to late 20's
She's still swinging for the fences, just in a different ballpark.
The Dirrrty Dugout is used for business, prostitution, and a drug front.
But not necessarily in that order.
She's in good with a certain, well hung cop and has some other friends
who she'd love to introduce you to.
All they have to do is call.
Nakagawa Hanako, the ball player, was not the first. The first Nakagawa Hanako was actually a woman ahead of her time. She fought for the Empire of Japan in the Second World War in such exotic locales as Korea, China, Italy and even a quick little series of reconnaissance missions in Hawaii before the bombs fell.
War provided the perfect excuse for terrible people to do terrible things. The Rape of Nanjing owed a great deal of its name to the female commander who just couldn't say no to any pretty thing she came across. America had housewives who were so welcoming when their husbands were off at the military bases; and every theater had nurses who just wanted to help everyone; no matter what the cost was to themselves and their purity.
So for all of those hungry for a little blast from the past, let's see what an Asian Invasion really looks like all over pretty painted faces.