Letters to Moshi, an addition to the Hardie stories.
By Marcus In Disguise
Moshi is gone, but the humiliation continues for Yokito.

In the first Hardie story, a small fourteen year old girl easily thrashes
her cousin, a large sixteen year old boy. She bullies him afterwards. In
the second Moshi story, her twelve year old sister beats up the big boy.
One sister remains. She wants to fight him, but the tale had ended.

Dear Moshi,
Just after you left, I let Yoshito up. He turned away. Looking at the
tiny girl who had beaten him up was too much for the tall, muscle boy to
face.
That's when I had my idea. I ordered him into the bathroom. I told him to
look in the mirror. "What do you see?" I asked. I pushed him hard against
the sink. He hesitated, as if the wrong answer would get him another
beating.
"I'll tell you," I said. "A short little girl. Twelve years old. And a
tall, well built sixteen year old boy. And the short little girl won the
fight."
Mara appeared in the mirror, even tinier than me. "It's like I'm standing
next to a tree," she said. "I'd have to jump up to smack his face. Hey,
big boy, when are we going to fight?"
"Not today," he said. "Yono busted me up."
"Oh poor baby," I said. "You would have busted me up if you could."
Yoshito moved back from us. He was the last one out of the bathroom.




Love,
Yono





Dear Moshi,
Yoshito started his--I mean, our--chores as soon as his parents left. He
took off his clothes and waited for his orders. You've trained him well.
He didn't sass me. Sometimes when he thought I wasn't looking, he cast a
hateful glance, but said, "Nothing" when I asked him what was wrong. If I
moved too suddenly or made a fist, he flinched.
"When are we going to fight?" Mara asked.
"Not today," he said. "But sometime. You don't scare me."




Love,
Yono





Dear Moshi,
Mara has been taunting Yoshito. It's understandable. He won't fight her.
I think he'll use the beating I gave him as an excuse for as long as he
can.
Today she was a perfect brat, and I loved it.
"Get me a glass of water," she told the big idiot.
"Get it yourself, little girl. You haven't beaten me. You're not my
boss."
"You want to fight now?"
"I'm not ready."
Pointing to myself, I said, "This little girl has beaten you up, and I
say get her a glass of water and one for me, too."
He wasn't gone long.
Mara stuck out her foot to to trip him. He managed to recover without
spilling either glass. Then she kicked him.
Again, he didn't fall, but he spilled some water on me. "You're going to
get it, you're going to get it," Mara chanted. "Ha ha. You're going to
get it."
"YOSHITO," I yelled.
The big coward ran to his room.
"I'll get him," Mara said.
She was so fast. Our little super girl  tackled our overgrown cousin, and
he dropped with a thud. She moved up his back and smacked the back of his
head. "When are we going to fight?"
she asked.
"Not right now," he said, "but we'll fight."
I know they will. Mara is as relentless as Yokito is simple.




Love,
Yono





Dear Moshi,
I think that Yoshito has had more than enough time to recover. Mara is
ready for him.
You should have seen her today. She invented a new game for cousin. She
had him on the sofa.
"Stand up," she said. She grabbed his hair and pulled him halfway up.
"Sit," she said. She slapped his chest and pushed him back down.
Yokito went up and down, not bothering to fight back but looking at me.
 "Do what she says," I said.  
When Mara tired of the game, she let him straighten up to his full height
where her short arms couldn't reach his head.
This evening I passed his room and heard barbells clinking. He's probably
getting ready for the fight, but does he think that working his big
muscles will help him? They meant nothing when he fought me.
I stayed up after the family  went to bed. In the den were photo albums.
The one I picked had a picture of Yokito when he was much younger. Her
held up two other cousins to a tree. They looked at eggs in a bird nest.
Another picture showed him on his hands and knees. He gave little
children horseback rides.
I wondered: when did this innocent, loving boy become the monster who
flashed his cock at his girl cousins? I turned the page to a class
picture. He towered over his classmates and had a sweet smile.
I suspect that he's still soft inside. Our dear little Mara won't have
much trouble tearing him apart.




Love,
Yono





Dear Moshi,
Yoshito appeared sick. Sweat broke out on his upper lip. He knew that his
time was running out. Mara said, "You and I fight today. We're tired of
babying you."
They fought in the garden.
Both were naked, Yoshito because I made him strip everyday to humiliate
him, and Mara because she had seen a naked warrior fairy in an old book.
Yoshito froze.
"Do something," Mara said. "Come on, stupid."
He circled the little girl who was looking up at him and shaking her
head. None of his first moves had worked against you or me. His poor
brain didn't know what he could do.
He stopped.
"No one's going to rescue you. Fight," Mara said. "Here's something to
get you started."
She pinched him. He swatted at her and missed. She darted in and out of
range. Her pinches left red marks that looked like insect bites. He kept
trying to hit her, but she was so quick he sometimes struck himself. Then
her tiny fingers clamped on his nipples and twisted.
"Fight fair," he said.
She pinched his butt. He tried to slap her, but gave himself a spank.
Then she hooked her leg around his, yanked, and brought the big boy down.
Giggling, Mara hopped on his back. She gripped his hair and pulled. He
screamed as she brought him up. She twisted the hair in her fists. With
Mara riding him, he dashed across the lawn. She made him change
directions by snapping his head from side to side. Just before he ran
into a wall, she hopped off his back.
Mara gave him time to recover.
"Try to hit me," she said. "Use those muscles."
Yokito swung wildly as Mara danced around him. Sometime he swung so hard
he nearly fell.
"Can't do anything right, can you?" Mara said. "No wonder little girls
beat you up so easily. Sorry, stupid, but now I have to hurt you."
With a loud smack, her little fist hit his belly. I never realized that
she had such power. Our cousin didn't either. She struck again and again.
It's a wonder his stomach didn't cave in. As Yokito sagged low enough for
Mara to reach his head, she landed hard uppercut that even you would have
envied.  His head snapped back. He teetered, then dropped to a sitting
position. She pounced, pushing his body all the way down. Her small legs
pinned his arms.
He was too stunned to heave her off of him. Each time she smashed his
face, his arms dropped. His legs kicked as if he he had no control over
them.
 She could have finished him with a few more blows, but she climbed off
of him.
 "Stand up," she said. " I said, 'Stand up.'"
 Slowly, he rose. He staggered before the terrifying little girl, blood
dripping from his nose.
 He held his enormous hand  out in front of him. "No more," he said.
 She grabbed it, and with a big swing, flipped him back to the ground.
 "I'm not letting you go this soon," Mara said. "I've waited too long for
our fight."
 "My arm's burning. You're going to tear it off."
 "Maybe you'd like this better."
 She slid up his back and put him in a chokehold. He gagged.  Easily, she
went from hold to hold,  putting on a great show. When she bent his legs
back, he slapped the ground and said, "I submit."
 From start to finish, the fight was one sided. I lost track of all the
times Yokito submitted.
 Mara won the fight without busting his balls. That didn't surprise me.
 The ending did.
 She sat beside her battered victim and put his bleeding head in her lap.
She stroked his broad back, which heaved with his sobs. "There, there,"
she said. "It could have been worse. Be thankful I didn't kill you."
 She spoke to Yokito in a much gentler voice than anyone (with the
exception of his mother) had used on him, but she looked back at me with
a malicious grin.
 "I'll clean you up," she told Yokito. She led him away, her small hand
disappearing in his big one. They looked like a father and small child
walking away, except that both were naked and the big one bled.
 I could hear their voices coming from the bathroom. The water ran, and
she said, "Bend down. I can't reach you. That's it."
 I only heard him smack him once. "Don't move," she said.
 "Sorry," he said.
 Has Mara changed? No, she has too much potential as a boy basher to give
in to her soft side. Her malicious grin assured me that I needn't worry
about her.



Love,
Yono


  Dear Moshi,
  In my last letter, I mentioned that Mara cleaned Yokito up. Actually,
all she did was scrub him with a washcloth. She was rough. "Ouch," Yokito
said, but when she finished, he told her, "Thanks."
  After he finished his work, they spent time together. I stayed with
them. I sensed that Mara wanted me near, and Yokito was too frightened of
me to object.
  In his room, he showed her his video camera. Though he didn't use it,
he said that it was his prized possession. I remember that because of the
evil gleam in Mara's eye that appeared when he spoke.
  During dinner, the two asked our Auntie and Uncle if Yokito could
return with us. He'd spend the rest of the summer at our house.
  "Fine," Auntie said. " Yokito, you'll be so happy, won't you dear? I
know you adore little Mara.  It's so nice that all of you are getting
along so well. Yokito doesn't make friends easily, do you dear?"
  In the den, he showed us the scrapbooks. Mara looked interested as she
turned the pages, but she stopped to tell him, "Make a muscle." He flexed
his arm. "I want to see more," she said. He took off his shirt, dropped
tone knee and posed with both arms flexed. Mara refrained from reminding
him that he'd been her punching bag.
  When we were alone, Mara said, "I had to be nice to him. He had to want
to come home with us. Otherwise, Auntie would have suspected something.
The big dope isn't a good actor."
  "Are you going to stop being nice to him tomorrow?"
  "Of course."
  While we slept, Yokito came into our room. He left a rose in a jar by
Mara's bed. His note said, "From your friend, Yokito."


Love,
Yono


  Dear Moshi,
  Yokito began the day with us by taking off his clothes and bowing. He
smiled at Mara.
  Mara didn't smile back. She snapped her fingers and said, "I want you
outside." He looked surprised.
  He stayed back as we went went through the door, then followed three
paces behind us. He knows his place.
  Immediately he spotted his prized possession. It was on a tripod.
  "It's my camera now," Mara said. "Think you can take it back?"
  "I don't understand," he said. "You were so nice yesterday."
  "Don't call me nice. I hate that word."
  "Sorry."
  "I'll show you how nice I can be."
  Mara slammed into him. There was no opportunity for him to strike back.
He was down with Mara's little fists flying at him. For Yokito, it must
have been like being pelted with rocks. This time she didn't hold back on
smashing him in the balls. Yokito howled like an animal. Her eyes full of
contempt, Mara laughed.
  Mara stopped the slaughter long enough to grab him by the hair. "I'll
speak slowly so you can understand," she said. "I got what I wanted.
You're going back with us. If you change your mind, I'll beat you even
worse than this. If I have to come back, I'll do it. I can outrun you,
outfight you, and out think you. I'm your superior, not your friend."
  "I...." He didn't get to finish his sentence. Mara smashed him again.
Blood gushed out of his mouth instead of words.
  "You're pathetic," Mara said. "Why would I want to be friends with a
loser like you?"
  Yokito crawled away. I'm not sure which blow caused the damage, but he
vomited in the flowerbed. As Mara approached he begged, "Please. Just
leave me alone for two minutes."
  Mara kicked him, then pushed him down in the dirt.
  Half an hour later he passed us in the house.
  "He looks like the loneliest person in the world," I said.
  "How can he be lonely?" Mara said. "He has us."


Love,
Yono