Kurokawa Kai wrote:
Kai walked into the bar. He was tired and without shoes, though he didn't want to let many people notice that, the trail of blood that his cut up feet left on the wooden floor was unmistakable. He had walked straight from the valley, through debris, glass, wood, mud, dirt, concrete and many other objects. He could have used a jutsu and healed himself. After he was a medic, but he didn't. He wanted to feel the pain of his foolishness. It only increased his determination to join the group he had come to seek. He feared that if he healed himself and went back to normal, the desire and motivation to get revenge and also to be stronger would fizzle out. He feared he would just accept defeat and go back home, hoping for a better luck next time.
Once he was seated, a waitress walked upto him with a small notepad and pen in hand. Her unease was apparent. There weren't many visitors at this time. It was only around noon. No one except a few people got drunk in the morning. She asked politely what she could get for him, her eyes shifted here and there constantly. Kai looked up at her and his clear green eyes stared at her. This made her even more uneasy. "Sir... what can I get you? and do you want me to do something for your leg?"
When Kai finally spoke, his voice was heavy and tired, "Get me the people who hide behind this excuse of a bar, and while you are it get me some lemonade. As for my feet, they are fine thank you."
The waitress acted as if she was puzzled, as if she did not understand. She was shifty, and was twidling her thumbs. Kai was growing wearier by the minute because of this act. "Goddammit, Get me the Yakuza will you? And stop acting like a buffoon and get to work." There was a hint of exasperation and anger in his voice.
"Yes Sir." The girl did a quick bow and hurried to a door behind the counter. While she was gone, Kai quickly healed his wounds. He didn't want to appear weak infront of their representative.
Little Hirosue sucked her green bib as she watched.
The boy mending his wounds up with some patch.
Little Hirosue slowly closed her eyes, patiently waited.
Wanting to meet the Jinkotsu too, her mind debated.
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Inusuki Neko wrote:
Routine work in the family, that was what Neko most hated about his job, it was just boring and he was never in the mood for it. The task is simple, sit in the Firewater pub, look around for scary people, lure them into the same darkness he had plunged in years before. An endless corridor, its entrance gate shut as soon as you step in, that was what being in the Yakuza meant.
He still wondered why some people got in willingly…
The door clunked behind him, the hinges squealing in pain as the impact startled the ceiling fan, which swung back and forth, the light bulb implanted in the middle multiplying the shadows of the assassin. The backstage of the bar, where that fat piece of what once could be called a man sat all day, they called him ‘cook’, Neko called him ‘cock’.
The cook’s grumbles entered the Inuzuka’s right ear only to exit from the left one, unassimilated. Without even glancing at him, Neko walked directly into the bar, only to be stopped at the door by one of the maids, her eyes showing once again that mixture of fear and respect, but mainly fear.
“Jinniku-sama, someone is… asking for you.” Gods! How he hated that name! Infused in his mind with his new life, never accepted by his soul, always pronounced by everyone. The triumph of his new unwanted identity, all of the lies gathered in a few letters.
With a gesture, he was pointed at the young Santaru and given all the information that had been gathered on him. One piece of information, in particular, made him smile.
The black dressed Jinniku entered the large dark room, it was a wonder how it managed to remain obscure even at noon, surely the smoke wafting in the air added to the effect. Or should we say the air wafting in the smoke? He still was unsure which of the two gasses was the predominant one.
The assassin pulled a chair and sat directly in front of Kai, smashing a glass on the table, almost dropping most of its liquid contents. He sounded annoyed and he looked annoyed, it was not hard to tell he was indeed annoyed from those two traits only, but there was nothing bad in adding to the clarity of the situation. “I am annoyed. You come here, looking for what, I do not care. You bleed on the floor, you mistreat our people, you ask for a… pfft.”
The Inuzuka handed the analcoholic beverage to the boy. “A lemonade? What the… You are in the wrong place, boy. Kindergarten is next door.” He chuckled, but his amber eyes were still mortally serious, that was no game, even if he liked to play around.
Then, pointing to Hinoue: “Pick up your little sister and leave.”
Little Hirosue slowly opened her eyes and listened.
Footsteps entered, door swung, the fan was startled.
Little Hirosue turned a little and dared a peek.
Ebony figure sat on a chair and heard him speak.
Little Suweh gently made a weak smile at the talk of "little sister."
Saying, "Apologies for my big brother", sarcastic smile just as sinister.
Little Suweh felt something odd in herself just now.
Spoke her full name, adorned with a small bow.
Kurokawa Kai wrote:
Kai watched the man come and sit in front of him. He was annoyed. He had every right to be, after all, Kai had bled all over his floor. Then slammed a glass onto the table. It was his drink. This man had no right to slam his drink. He almost spilled his drink all over the place. After all Kai was paying for this drink. He totally ignored the man's words for now, and barked, "Hey you, You have absolutely no right to smash around my drink, alright? " Kai took a deep breath and calmed himself.
"Listen Mr.Yakuza, first off, I don't drink. Plus a lemonade is something which I like to drink. Also, people like you who keep on drinking loose their senses. I mean why in the name of God will there be a Kindergarten next a bar? Also, you fail at assessing someone's behaviour. I did not shout, scream, beat anyone here. All I did was be a bit forceful in my demands. To add to that, I never knew politeness was a criterion to becoming a Yakuza anyways." His last few words were said in a mocking way.
"Also, this little girl is not my sister, and if you want to quit all this prattle and get to why I am here, instead listening to your bull shit, then let's start. " Anger had started to resurface as he said the last few words. It was then did he actually notice the little girl.
Quickly turning away from her, he noticed the blood on the floor. He continued, calmer now, "Also, about that blood. It was a test. I was testing myself, If I had the determination and strength to walk miles with bleeding feet to seek what I truly want."
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