The Strings of Fate and Fortune: The Takuma Sato Story: Chapter 8

Takuma starred at his right hand looking down at the white cast that had been placed on it shortly after Ultra Slam. The pain from the fractures and swelling was immense and even with the opiates that had been prescribed to him by the doctors could not numb the pain. Worse than the physical pain was the emotional pain of losing to Valora and failing to secure the funds to pay off his father’s debts and his mother’s house. Valora had bested him and it was clear to Takuma that if he were to continue on this career path, that he would have to learn the art of wrestling. Solely relying on his martial arts to get him to the top of the mountain that was the Ultimate Wrestling Franchise title was not going to be good enough.

Ivan Stricker was in the driver seat of his white 1991 Chrysler Lebaron Coupe convertible as he drove up the desert road to the north hillside of Las Vegas. The rundown condo that Sato had been staying at with Amber came into view. As the white turbocharged roadster pulled into the driveway the silence between the two men was broken by Ivan trying to cheer his fighter up.

Ivan Stricker: You gave your best shot T.K. You’ve got nothing to feel bad about. The payout just for participating in that match was good enough to keep both you and your mother housed and fed for the next four months. You need to take a break from fighting and heal up so we can try to make another run at that Franchise title.

Takuma used his good hand to open the passenger side door and exited the vehicle before turning around to face Stricker. He then aggressively shut the door slamming it shut much to Ivan’s frustration.

Ivan: Hey! Watch it! This things a classic damn it!

Takuma: I’m not taking a break and I have full intentions on fighting at Friday Night Clash Five! I won’t rest until I achieved the goals I’ve set for myself.

Ivan: Sato listen to me! You can’t fight with your hand broken in a cast! It’s not worth putting your whole career as a professional fighter on the line. Just heed my advice, as your manager, and just take the time off that the doctors requested you take!

Takuma: I’ve made my decision Stricker. Now get off my driveway and go home.

Sato abruptly ends the conversation with Ivan and heads inside where Amber has been waiting for him to get home. She’s clearly worried heads over to give Sato a big hug consoling him and holding him tightly. Her sweet perfume instantly brought the tension in his body at an ease and made him strangely feel at home for the first time since moving to the desert. Sato hugged his Raven haired friend back and then began to cry, showing her a vulnerable side of himself for the first time. A side he hardly ever gave people a glimpse of no matter how close they were to him. Amber pulled away from him slightly and looked him in the eyes.

Amber: Hey…hey, it’s going be okay. I promise…

Takuma: I just…I needed to win so bad…

Amber: I know… but it’s not the end of the world and you’ve bought yourself and your mother more time.

Takuma: I’m… {sob} so tired…

Amber: You put too much pressure on yourself; you need to relax. You can’t be everyone’s protector and savior all the time. Sometimes even the strong need to be cared for. Come on, I’ll make you some tea, and I have something in the kitchen that should make your hand feel better.

Sato followed his raven-haired friend into the kitchen where two teacups sat on a small baby blue painted wooden dinette table set. Sato had a seat at the table as Amber went to their nineteen fifties style stove and lit the burner. She then placed a tea kettle full of water on it to prepare some of Sato's favorite green tea. Sato looked at the homeless streetwalker that had rescued and brought off the streets of Las Vegas. For the first time, he saw her for the beautiful woman that she was. The entire time Takuma had known her he had viewed her as an individual who needed his help, but here she was now the one taking care of him.

Amber: So I know you’re always saying that your body is your temple, but I really think you should loosen up and try some of this. I think it will take the edge off all the emotional and physical pain you’re going through.

Amber stood up on the balls of her feet and reached into the kitchen cupboard. Her tight and plump rear end protruding out in the process catching Sato’s eye. She was dressed in some tight spandex workout shorts and a loose red tank top. To Sato’s surprise she turned around holding a joint of marijuana in between her thumb and index finger with a big smile on her face.

Sato: Weed?

Amber: God’s medicine.

Sato: My fucking hand hurts so bad right now I could care less what it is as long as it works.

Amber grabbed a lighter and put the joint between her plump red lips and lit it. She took a good drag before exhaling and then handed it over to Takuma. She then turned back around to take the Tea Kettle off of the burner and then poured the boiling hot water into the teacups with the green tea inside of them. She then sat down across from Takuma smiling at him seductively.

Amber: You going to hit that or just stare at it?

Takuma: hah…

Sato put the joint to his lips and hit it hard sucking in the smoke-filled with THC and Cannabinoids. The young fighter let out a few small coughs and then a smile came over his face as his muscles almost instantly relaxed and his problems for a moment felt as if they were drifting away.

Amber: See, better right?

Takuma: Yeah…you're right...

Takuma handed the joint back to Amber as she stared at him with her deep brown eyes and took another drag from it. Sato began to discuss his disappointment with himself again and his frustration with breaking his hand when suddenly Amber reached across the small table and grabbed the young fighter by his shirt pulling him in close to her. She kissed him hard on the mouth much to his surprise and didn’t let go holding him tight to her. Ambers soft lips pressed against his bruised mouth and her tongue quickly found its way into his mouth and slowly caressed the tip of his tongue.

She dragged him up out of his chair and helped take off his shirt revealing his impressive abdominals and muscular chest. She ran her hands and fingernails over his bare chest before kissing his pectorals and stomach muscles. She then stripped him completely naked and then Sato pulled her up to his face. The two began to make out passionately making their way back into the living room to Sato’s mattress on the floor next to the bay window. Amber pushed Takuma down onto the mattress on his back and then slowly took off her top exposing medium size teardrop breasts before stripping completely naked and diving onto him mounting him in the process. Sato felt himself enter her and his mind let go and he felt pure ecstasy for the first time in his life. The two made love passionately for over an hour until they finally both passed out from exhaustion cuddle together on the floor holding on another.

To be continued…