Shimiko stood outside a certain mansion. The mansion was beautiful, aesthetically pleasing in every way with a sprawling grounds complete with statutes and fountains. It reminded her of Natsuru's home but where Natsuru had grown up in a loving environment this dwelling held nothing but dark secrets. Shimiko had agonized over whether to bring the Thundercats in on this one. She had told herself over and over that maybe with their help, Sakata's, and perhaps the Raikage this could all be resolved with little to no risk to the twins. She decided against it. Revenge was a dish best served cold and with a minimal amount of cooks. Help would only get in the way. They may say the judgment was too severe, they may wish for a more peaceful resolution, or they may literally steal their thunder. This was about personal vengeance and Shimiko's role was purely as a facilitator. She would get the twins close to the stepfather and make sure that they had the opportunity to face and kill their abuser. Bringing her own friends into this was intrusive and inappropriate. And so with that in mind Shimiko hatched a plan to get them into the mansion. The only thing she needed was someone to vouch for them. She turned to her fellow cultists, a man who had the right contacts in the right places in the criminal underworld. A man who did not traffic in children but knew how such people thought. On their behalf he had learned how to set up the perfect sting operation.
The result was disturbing but effective. The three of them stood outside the mansion in the pouring rain. Shimiko was Shimiko but not really. Neither her nor the twins and their older male companion looked like their normal selves. She had used the Blood Transformation Technique to turn each of them into entirely different people. Shimiko had tan skin with white hair and a much smaller frame than usual. The twins had red hair and freckles and were a a few inches shorter than normal. Each of them wore pink tutu outfits. Not in of themselves salacious but to the mind of a depraved degenerate it might as well have been lingerie. Their "handler" (but in truth ally) was a short bald man. The disguises were impeccable having changed their entire physiology in such a way that not even a sensor would recognize them. Their voices, gait, and overall appearances had changed completely and totally. Assuming the twins were merged as the plan had called for, they'd be able to gain access to the stepafther with little trouble. The trio waited to be let in. Shimiko's fellow Jashinist had pretended to be a pimp and purveyor of children. He had contacted the stepfather through a friend of a friend and was giving them to him as a gesture of goodwill. A tribute to a man whose meteoric rise only meant good things for his friends and allies. In reality, he was letting three stone cold killers into his home. Shimiko gripped the twin's shoulder with one hand and a pink parasol with the other.
"Its going to be okay" she whispered.
The result was disturbing but effective. The three of them stood outside the mansion in the pouring rain. Shimiko was Shimiko but not really. Neither her nor the twins and their older male companion looked like their normal selves. She had used the Blood Transformation Technique to turn each of them into entirely different people. Shimiko had tan skin with white hair and a much smaller frame than usual. The twins had red hair and freckles and were a a few inches shorter than normal. Each of them wore pink tutu outfits. Not in of themselves salacious but to the mind of a depraved degenerate it might as well have been lingerie. Their "handler" (but in truth ally) was a short bald man. The disguises were impeccable having changed their entire physiology in such a way that not even a sensor would recognize them. Their voices, gait, and overall appearances had changed completely and totally. Assuming the twins were merged as the plan had called for, they'd be able to gain access to the stepafther with little trouble. The trio waited to be let in. Shimiko's fellow Jashinist had pretended to be a pimp and purveyor of children. He had contacted the stepfather through a friend of a friend and was giving them to him as a gesture of goodwill. A tribute to a man whose meteoric rise only meant good things for his friends and allies. In reality, he was letting three stone cold killers into his home. Shimiko gripped the twin's shoulder with one hand and a pink parasol with the other.
"Its going to be okay" she whispered.