Receive You

"A-anego! I had nothing to do with that, I swear! I was set up!"

You sighed inwardly. Yoshida was pathetic, blubbering like that, not as if it would do him any good to cry like that in front of the boss. You looked to your left, at your boss - Polka. Chief of the Omaru-gumi. She was dressed in a bright red suit and wore thick makeup in the style of a clown or jester. With style like that, it's not wonder people called her the “Mad Fennec of YAGOO”.
Well, in truth her appearance had little to do with her moniker. As her personal aide, you knew that better than anyone.

“Hmmmmmm...”, Polka vocalized, as she rested her head in her hand and thought. “You know, Yoshida...”, she began, in an even and somewhat paternal tone of voice. “I always thought you were a competent guy, a little weasely, sure, but not useless. I took you in, let you join the Omaru-gumi.” Suddenly she directed her gaze from her hand towards Yoshida. “So that means I have to deal with you if you mess up, and mess up you did.”

Yoshida's eyes widened with fear, his blubbering suddenly getting even more desperate. “Boss, please! I swear I didn't have anything to do with what happened, it was probably one of those bastards from the Shishiro-gumi. You gotta believe me, bo-”.

A vicious kick from Polka silenced Yoshida's hysterics. You could have sworn you saw one of his molars get knocked loose and fly to the ground from the impact. Yoshida was on the ground now, clutching the side of his head and groaning.

“IS THIS THE THANKS I GET FOR ALL THAT I'VE DONE FOR YOU?!”

*CRACK* Another vicious kick hits Yoshida, in his ribs this time. By the sound of it, you'd be surprised if she hadn't just snapped one of the bones in his ribcage.

“I TOOK YOU IN, MADE YOU INTO SOMETHING MORE THAN JUST ANOTHER STREET RAT, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!”

A dull thud this time, Polka was stomping on the back of Yoshida's skull now. Looks like she was taking it all the way, no half measures this time. You sighed inwardly, not looking forward to the cleanup.

“JUST ANOTHER STREET RAT AFTER ALL!”, shouted Polka, punctuating each of her words with brutal stomp after stomp on the back of Yoshida's head.

Polka suddenly stopped her assault, and placed her hands on her thighs as she bent over and tried to catch her breath. Yoshida wasn't moving, no wonder after the kind of punishment Polka had just personally handed out. Suddenly, another member of the Omaru-gumi appearead through the office door, and spoke.

“B-boss, please excuse my rudeness, but there is someone here to see you.”
Polka raised her head and looked towards the door, her previously enraged expression seemed to shift instantly to a crazed smile.
“Shishiro!” She squaled, in manner so girlish and excited it would have certainly come off as extremely offputting, had you not already grown used to Polka's wild swings in demeanor and mood years ago.

“Yo, Omaru”, replied Botan, boss of the Shishiro-gumi, in her usual lethargic tone of voice. “I heard one of ours caused you some trouble, so I came over to smooth things o-” Botan halted as she noticed the brutalized corpse of Yoshida lying on the floor. “Oh... looks like I'm too late.”, she said as she rubbed the back of her head in an exaggerated expression of embarassment.

“What do you mean, Shishiro? I was just disciplining a subordinate for screwing up, I'm sure none of your guys had anything to do with it, Yoshida was just a screwup and I noticed too late.” Polka's reply came in a tone of voice both coy and disturbingly nonchalant.
Botan said nothing as she directed her gaze away from Yoshida's body and towards you. “Good to see you again, Anon. You keeping yourself useful to Polka?” Originally you'd been a member of the Shishiro-gumi, but upon the formation of the Omaru-gumi Botan had sent you to work under Polka instead. As a sign of good faith and cooperation.

“Of course, Shishiro-neesan.” You replied bowing your head. While you were devoted to Polka, you still greatly respected your old boss.
“Nee, Shishiro, what're you doing chatting up my assistant like that?”, asked Polka in a joking tone of voice that nonetheless carried a distinct daker undercurrent. Polka was certainly somewhat infamous for enacting violence on other women that even dared look at you for too long. That she did not do the same with Shishiro was not merely due to their shared affiliation as members of the Holo Alliance, but a testament to the friendship and trust the two held for each other.

After a brief conversation on territory and recent encounters with troublemakers from the Niji Clan, Botan took her leave. You took your cellphone and called the Omaru-gumi's resident “cleaner” to arrange the disposal of Yoshida's body. With that done, you directed two of the stronger looking guys in the room to move the bloody corpse out of the room. As the two slowly hauled the corpse away, Polka motioned for everyone else to leave her office as well. You had barely made it a step from where you had stood when Polka spoke. “Anon... not you. You stay.”

Damn. About that time again huh.
As the last of your fellow Omaru-gumi left the room and closed the door behind them, you were left alone with Polka. The Mad Fennec slowly sauntered over to you, stopping only with her face mere inches away from yours. A brief staredown ensued with Polka seemingly intent on trying to bore through you with her stare alone. You were about to break the silence when she suddenly, and violently pressed her lips to yours. Bringing her hands to the back of your hand in a gesture both gentle and firm, she violently explored your mouth with her tongue. Though you'd known Polka for years at this point, her outbursts of passion still seemed to catch you off guard.
The impromptu make out session continued like that for a good while, less an expression of love between a couple, and more one party taking full advantage of the other. To even call it a kiss seemed somehow inappropriate as Polka left no part of your mouth untouched. Every time it seemed you were about to pass out from a lack of air, Polka relented for a moment only to resume her attack. You were wondering how much longer this would go on for when Polka's hands suddenly moved from your head to wrap around your neck.

Polka's fingers wrapped tightly around your neck and squeezed, the lack of air suddenly made even worse by your brain's panicked signals of something obstructing the flow of oxygen. All the while, Polka did not stop kissing you deeply, and roughly. You knew better to fight back or resist, so you just let Polka take control. Right as you felt you'd pass out Polka released both your lips and your neck. You started sputtering and coughing as sweet oxygen began to flow once more to your brain.

As you kept coughing, Polka suddenly took hold of you in a gentle, downright maternal hug.
“You're the only thing that keeps me sane these days, Anon. I don't know what this fox would do without you.”

A normal man would probably have questioned her self-assessment of sanity, but it was clear that after years of faithful service to the Mad Fennec of YAGOO, you weren't exactly the picture of mental wellbeing yourself.

“I know it's bad to be like this, but when Shishiro talked to you I couldn't help but feel jealous. I had to mark you as mine or else I couldn't take it.”, Polka whispered in your ear.
Such was life as Polka's personal assistant. Brutality followed by joviality, jealousy and violent obsession followed by self-derision and gentle affirmations of love. The pain in your throat barely registered next to the gentle caresses of your lover.