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PostPosted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 2:43 pm 
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Colorful neon lights of the city, shining!
Loud music, blasting from every corner, screaming!

The Capital was a maze of streets, rushing cars and trains, flickering lights of commercials and never stopping life. Every bar, bursting with life, every shop where money went from hand to hand, every spinning wheel on every car, every human being breathing the thick, polluted air in and out. Fumes and streetlights, offices and billboards, one house was glued to the other, all accompanied by the colorful mosaic of street signs. Slowly darkening skies were almost devoid of stars, and yet the city's colors only grew that much brighter with all the lights that were turned on all of a sudden.

The underground railway was no less busy or colorful. At this hour, it was at its very fullest. The crowd was so dense that the already hot air of a summer's evening was heated to nigh-unsurvivable proportions. It was like an enormous oven...
Definitely not something for a man of the high class like Suketsune. He was cranky to the extreme, smoking one cigarette after another as he pushed his way crudely through the crowd. Stinky people... Eh, he was never a big fan of them, anyway.

His unnerved mood was lingering around him in the air, easy to feel by anyone who wasn't a complete idiot, to say it meekly. Like a veil, hanging around him. He got onto the nearest train, aimlessly going through the city once more. The Empress was the only thing that was only mind, even as the crowd was forcefully pushed in and made way for the door to close. His fist clenched around the nearest seat by his side, and as the train moved forth, he drew a sharp breath in, yanked by the sudden pull of the mechanism. What unsavory folks were around him... Some woman was trying to keep her pre-school kid from crying frantically and wailing something, an obviously tired businessman was browsing his phone - only the reflection on the window glass showed that he was actually looking at not the most professional sort of pictures instead of the management he was pretending to do. And then there was that weirdo with a hood so big Suketsune couldn't see into his face clearly.

Something was just driving him more and more insane about this ride. He got off on the next step and hurried through the crowds, rushing like if someone set his back on fire, but he couldn't escape that feeling. Something as if was following. He didn't like that. The streets became hazy as he brisked up, already up on the crowded pavements.

All of a sudden, a hand appeared on his shoulder. A young boy. Could have been a high-schooler at the very most, with messy mousy hair and narrow black eyes... "Sir, please come with me." the boy spoke to him.
Suketsune's eyes widened behind the tinted lens of his glasses. What? A stranger was asking him to come with him? Was this a dream of sorts, or an animated TV show? Stuff like this doesn't happen in real life!
"Or what, punk?" he blew a cloud of cigarette smoke into the kid's face, barring his teeth.
"Or we make you."

What a bad time to be in a dark street. There was a lot of people around him, that was true... But none the less, it was a very dark street... Out of service, he didn't have his gun on his person... Oh, bad luck.
By sheer instinct, his knee flew up, hitting the boy in the stomach, and sent him stumbling back by the force, while Suketsune himself lunged forth, to regain his footing, twist on his heel, and run back. But a couple of arms, suddenly flinging up, stopped him, sending him a few steps back by the impact.
And then, something clenched around his neck.
"Silly boy, you think you can run?" a voice, akin to that of a slithering snake, spoke into his ear.
A disgusting crack followed, his vision immediately fading into black.

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He woke up. Tied up and aching, his body lay on the cold floor in some unfamiliar room. The muscles and bones were protesting as he struggled to writhe out of the bonds. What the hell was going on? Where was he? There was nothing but dim lights on the ceiling and concrete floor, and the long, thin fingers of several shadows, standing over him. How utterly unnerving. His stomach groaned from hunger, and only then did he realize how thirsty he was. Several hours must have passed... How utterly awful.
Drawing a sharp breath in, he rolled over on the ground, the shadows suddenly becoming clear. Three tall, dark figures, towering over him. He recognized the hood from yesterday...

The one at the front, holding a long wooden pole wrapped in threads and ribbons, stepped forth, accompanied by the thud of heavy boots. The red and black scarf, draped over their face, black leather gloves pulled over the sleeves of the hoodie, more akin to the armor of a warrior or a biker's gear than ordinary wear, emitting a silent creak as he passed the pole from one hand to the other. The pair of sunglasses was taped over by... Banknotes?
"Yamahata Suketsune, it's a pleasure to have you here." a muffled voice spoke.
"We all sincerely believe you will cooperate and make it easy for the both sides."

Make it easy for them? Was he some sort of-
"But I'm afraid that you don't have much of a choice, either way. Sir Yamahata, you are a hostage, if you haven't figured it out yet. Tell me everything you know about the Council's members, and you'll be set free."
He barred his teeth at the figure, staring down at him. "Who do you think you are?" His lips moved, but the voice was little more than a ragged whisper, what forced a loud laughter from the figure.
"I'll be your personal assistant for now..." the voice chirped, eerily melodic with a cheerful undertone.

Suketsune wasn't planning on talking.

For a long while, the figure in black waited. But after more than five minutes passed, and he was still in his defiant silence. Following a sigh, the hand with the pole was raised, and the somewhat blunt end of the stick hit him right above the collarbone. Suketsune gasped in pain - that strike had more force behind itself than anticipated...
"Come on, talk. Your silence bores me, snobby."
His bound fists clenching underneath his back, Suketsune barred his teeth at the figure. What annoying sunglasses... The money on their lens annoyed him.
"Do I look like I want to talk to you?"
"Not at all..." the head shook. "You gotta ease up those muscles. Should I help you?" The edges of the scarf were lifted up as his muscles shifted, a maddened smirk forming on his lips.

The heavy tip of his boot was smacked into Suketsune's shoulder, sending him rolling across the floor with its sheer force. He ended face-down, but got no time to rest, as the same boot crushed his chest from the back just a moment after. It forced him to roll over, just to land a heavy kick at his tied knees. And the pole was slammed into his stomach.
Suketsune's mouth filled with blood. His pupils dilated, feeling the warmth of the crimson trickling down his lips and face. The pain was biting and mind-shattering, but he had a bad feeling that this was just the start.

But his loyalty to the Empress knew no bounds. He'd never talk. He'd never talk!

Another sigh was released from the figure. He slammed the pole into the palm of one of his hands, putting one feet onto Suketsune's ankles. "You're tiring me, I told you already... I don't have an entire day to kick you around. You're not even that fun to mess with."
Just silence.

"C, R, take him. I'm bored of him." the voice spoke once more, stepping away, and handing the pole over.

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PostPosted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 3:47 pm 

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Ryu’s mood, as usual for this time of the evening was dark and annoyed. He never liked this time of day. When the city is winding down. Mostly he never liked being off the streets period. So he was edgy. Well Edgier then normal really. He wanted out of this warehouse and onto the streets that had birthed him. Ryu never felt comfortable inside. Racking his hands through his hair feeling utterly trapped he glowered angrily at the dust covered walls. His eyes narrowed to slits. He drew the strands of his hair back and braided it into a tight braid. That would keep it out of the way. It was quickly becoming too dark to see inside the building, but that didn’t bother him. Ryu was used to that. This small hellhole was where he’d taken a few hours of rest. He’d needed it. Gah he was ****ing tired and it was **** him off. Could this day get any fuglier. Sleep had always alluded him, but none more so then right now. Edgy and infuriated with his inability to sleep he pulled on his coat, which he’d been using as a pillow, disgusted with the scars on his arms. He always hated to look at them. They got under his skin. One of the many reasons he always wore the coat. He pulled up his mask. Time for business. He pulled up the hood of his coat and grinned dangerously. Oh yah this was just what he needed. Blood and violence. Bring it on baby.

Ready he checked his weapons and once satisfied headed out on foot too meet up with the others that would be doing this shindig. Silent as always he greeted the others with nothing more then a nod and fell in with the gang members heading out. Ryu loved the upcoming part best. The snatch and grab was the boring part. He really hopped the guy was a screamer. Relishing the thought of the upcoming torture his eyes gleamed with satisfied pleasure. His blood running high with anticipation he fallowed the others as they got ready for the takedown. The sounds of the streets around him and the press of the crowds like a balm for his soul. Ryu thrived on these dark streets and it was where his heart truly belonged. He loved the way the darkness felt around him and the press of bodies. The blinding lights that polluted the sky. The smell of pollution and garbage, unwashed masses and fresh food. Yah these were what Ryu’s lifeblood was made of.

Blocking the escape path he watched with a bored uninterested stance at the man was apprehended. Itching for a fight he fingered the blade in his sleeve. His body tensing and ready in case the guy rabbited. He didn’t get the chance for the fight he ached and yearned for. Slightly disappointed he let his thoughts wander away anticipating the torture that was bound to be a lot more entertaining then the take down had been. Seriously kidnappings were boring work. If he wasn’t always weary of attacks he’d have slept through this part on his feet. It wasn’t the type of thing he enjoyed. No that was coming though. He could already taste the blood. Already feel it flowing over his fingers. Yah that was what he wanted. To feel the bones break and the blood flow. Sanity doesn’t run very deep in his gene pool. That’s for certain.

Fantasizing over these thoughts passed the time quickly until the man woke and the beating began. Ryu watched his boss work with a look of bloodlust deep in his black eyes. The grin that was spreading across his cold emotionless features was hidden by the red leather mask obscuring the lower half of his face. None the less it was evident that he was enjoying watching this. And when he was called to the task two blades flew into his hands with a flick of his wrist. Bring on the blood baby. Like a predator he stalked forwards and laughed sinister and deep. Silently thanking his boss for this opportunity to let his inner fire burn.

“You should have talked, ‘cause now your mine ****ing and I don’t play nice like,” Ryu’s voice was deep and his words laced with pleasure and anticipation. He twisted his blades as he walked forwards until he pressed one against the man’s throat. “So you gunna talk or do I get to have some fun?”

And just to make his point he drew a thin line down the man’s left collarbone with his other knife, a shallow cut that would hurt, but wouldn’t leave a mark when it healed. A dark deadly gleam appeared in Ryu’s eyes indicating that he was ready, willing and delighting in the things he could do with his blades.

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PostPosted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 4:51 pm 

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Cui was tired and most certainly irritable, she just wished to punch someone, fortunately that wish would soon come true. But she was still **** off; the excessively bright and colourful lights of the city mixed with the obnoxious noises of the inhabitants of said city were slowly making her angry. Even inside her luxurious apartment she couldn’t escape the insufferable and overall moronic sounds of the people outside, they were much akin to flies, constantly droning and buzzing, eternally spewing out noise and generally being intolerable. Had she the choice, she’d have preferred to be down there, on the streets, mugging, killing, robbing, it was all parts of the main job, all of them paid well, and it got rid of one of the city’s noise inhabitants. Even the most docile of them were constantly blaring out deafeningly loud sounds. Making her already horrid headache even worse. By the time she was getting ready, she was seething with rage on running on little more than anger and an excessive amount of caffeine. She donned her midnight black jacket, her mask, and most importantly. A single red glove. Red matched her emotion perfectly, for it was naught but anger caused by sleep deprivation, and the constantly blaring sounds of the people on the streets below. Even in her apartment, where the walls and windows were thick, she could still hear it all, and see those horrific lights. The city used to be something that she loved greatly, but now it was reminded her of nothing but regret and murder, but also of a horrible anguish caused by the death of a family member. A well-loved family member. The very thought of it made her grind her teeth and punch the wall next to her, screaming while she did. That whole incident was her fault, but soon she would have someone to take that anger out upon.

Now ready, she checked the time before grabbing her pistol, a large hunting pistol chambered for a bullet that could quite literally kill someone with nothing but one shot. An ender of lives, they were one and the same. Her blades were already strapped to her arms; they very rarely left there, lest her paranoia get the best of her. When she was finally satisfied with them, she set off, on foot, to the meeting point. This job was a simple kidnapping, nothing fancy, just knock the guy out and run, she loved these kinds of jobs, especially since they got to torture them after capture. Oh such sweet cries some of the produced; the very sound was music to her ears. She soon met up with the other members that would be performing this job, in typical fashion they greeted each other with nothing but a nod, wouldn’t want anyone getting suspicious, especially with something as potentially valuable as this target. Cui loved this part, the moment before the kidnapping; the adrenaline that pumped itself around her veins was simply amazing. She followed the others to the targets’ suspected location. This would most certainly be rather fun, the hunt, and the capture.

As one member dropped the targets’ only escape route, no, this was the best part, Cui along with a few other masked members watched as one of their group spoke to the target, seeing whether or not he could be lured into a devious trap and captured that way. It seemed that he could not, as hit the member in the gut with his knee. The next part didn’t go well for him. Cui ran in with the other hidden members of the group, they grabbed the target, restraining and holding him in place. No escape, not now. It was left to one last member to finally hit the target over the head, knocking him out cold. Kidnappings would forever be the best kind of job in her eyes, seeing the look of fear upon your quarry’s face as they finally realised what was happening, so sweet, sweet despair and hopelessness. Needless to say, she enjoyed this line of work very much. Having the job to hurt others was simply a dream, she loved to harm others, to see them in the uttermost pain and misery in their faces was bliss. Some would call it a madman’s art, but she loved it, cherished it. Cherished the ability to physically harm someone in a grievous manner. The only boring bit about all this was the ride back to the place where the target would be interrogated…but the interrogated was most certainly the best part of this all.

It was the thought her own turn at causing such damage during the interrogation that made all problems with time just flow away like they never existed in the least. Time was nothing in her mind when she could visualise someone in agony. Such thoughts always drew a smile to her face, despite any kind of tiredness of anger she may have. This horrid, morbid, smile was covered only by her mask. A beautifully pained death mask styled thing, pained black and with the skull upon pained red. It would most likely scare most ordinary people that looked upon it, but these people around her, were just like her…or worse. She watched the group’s boss perform his interrogations with only passive interest. But she kept her gaze trained upon the target. Intimidation was one of the single most powerful weapons you could use against someone who was in such a helpless position as this person was.

It was not until her own and another member’s turn came around, that she showed very much interest, she trusted the boss enough to let him get along with his own deeds. But she did notice that he was wearing banknotes upon his sunglasses, rather ingenious actually. Stepping forwards alongside her fellow member, she cracked her neck and her knuckles; this would most certainly be fun. Just hope that he screams loudly. First up was her colleague, he pressed a long blade against the targets’ throat, threatening him with an intimidating and fierce tone. If she was a normal citizen, she would have been scared but such a thing, but not now. Certainly not. She watched her colleagues blade work with interest, blades could cause such sweet agony with naught by the lightest of kisses upon bare flesh. Her colleague finished by slicing a long cut down the targets’ left collarbone, such a mark would sting and cause horrid pain, but wouldn’t show when the man finally healed…if he survived this.

Walking forwards, Cui kneelt down besides the target, staring him in the eyes. Of course, she had her mask on, so her eyes were not actually visible. She said to him in a horrid and sadistic tone. “Your Empress doesn’t care about you. She doesn’t care that you are here, with your very life in danger. She simply doesn’t care. Your loyalty to her is foolish, just tell us what we wish to know. It will be far less…painful. But where would the fun in that be?” Standing back up, she gave him a moment, seeing just how dogged his loyalty to his accursed monarch was. Apparently very much so, since he didn’t say very much, other than few groans and moans. “Is she worth losing your life for? A woman that doesn’t give a damn about you? I doubt she is. But you well…” She made a move to walk away from him, but span on her heel and rush towards him, kicking him in the gut. “She really isn’t worth it.”

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PostPosted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 3:14 pm 
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Gritting his teeth not to show any pain despite a knife being dragged along his collarbone, leaving a stinging, painful ribbon of spilling red, Suketsune wasn't going to give up any soon. “So you gunna talk or do I get to have some fun?” the male voice asked, and he just growled at him. "Like f**king hell I am!" His grey eyes narrowed, defiantly staring at him. This sort of street rats was so deep underneath him that even with a knife at his throat, he still showed his disdain to them without even trying to hide it. They were just useless garbage, street trash! Why bother with them?!

“Your Empress doesn't care about you. She doesn't care that you are here, with your very life in danger. She simply doesn't care. Your loyalty to her is foolish, just tell us what we wish to know. It will be far less…painful. But where would the fun in that be? Is she worth losing your life for? A woman that doesn't give a damn about you? I doubt she is. But you well…" This time, it was the woman, a far colder voice, that spoke up. He looked away from her, and didn't flinch even as she kicked him into the stomach, just shutting his eyes tightly and gritting his teeth, more blood flowing through his clenched teeth. He rolled over, coughing some of it out. A puddle of red formed on the ground.

"You don't know ****. You're outcasts that don't deserve her mercy and care! Only people like you could think up such bullshit as you just said!" he, shaking, but with a voice as firm as it just gets with a mouth full of one's own blood. "She cares... She's worth going to hell for! It's because you have no loyalty to her that you ended up like this, like outcasts!"

The man with banknotes on his sunglasses, till then standing in the back of the room and listening to everything the hostage said, just shook his head. "Only an upper-class idiot, brainwashed by Her Assholedness' propaganda could conjure up **** like you, little f**ker, just said." he cackled darkly. "Now speak."

----

"Hirashike, can you take me to the shopping center in South Aoikawa, I promised Taki to meet up with her in there and go shopping, cause I really need a new pair of heels." Ryouko's high-pitched voice chirped as she leaped up, and twisted her hands around the boy's neck. He hugged her back, spinning a little with her tiny body up in the air, and blew a swift kiss on the marble-white surface of her cheek, sinking his face into her dark purple hair. She blushed a little as he put her down, running her hands down her short creme-colored skirt, a dark red jacket on top, slightly unbuttoned to reveal the nature's gifts to her figure, underneath a frilly white blouse.
"Sure, get in, sweetie." he opened the car door for her, and she was happy to get in.

"I should call my brother, he said he had today off..." she spoke, right after sitting down onto the leather of the seats. "If he doesn't wanna go with us, I mean." her lips twirled into a cute smile as she retrieved her phone, and dialed Suketsune's number.

But the voice that picked it up wasn't his. It was a muffled sound that she couldn't recognize, threatening at the very least...
She paled, listening to its words. All of a sudden, in the middle of the sentence, the call was cut short. And the number showed up as unavailable when she tried to call him again.

Just what was going on?

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Yutaka turned on his heel the very moment the phone, placed in his pocket, that he took away from Suketsune, rang. His eyes underneath the shades narrowed, and he smirked, though that was invisible underneath the thick scarf. 'Ryouko' stood written there. Yamahata Ryouko, the rising star of the pop scene... His little sister. He took the call, his fingers underneath the leather of a biker's glove pressing one of the three buttons on the device, and put it under his hood to speak to it.

"Good afternoon, Miss Yamahata." his tranquil, but poisonous voice spoke. "I believe you were trying to call your brother... I'm extremely sorry to tell you that Suketsune will not be available-"
And just for the fun of it, to leave her hanging, he shut it off mid-call.

Stepping forth to his two subordinates - and captive - his boots thudded on the ground.
"Speak, and you may yet see your beloved sister Ryouko again."

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Ryu licked his lips at the sight of the blood welling up. He loved the smell of blood. That thick metallic scent that clung to your nose and left a taste of iron in your mouth. It was always something that set his blood on fire. He stepped back to let Cui have her go. Twirling his blade as he watched with a cold amused glint sparking his visible gaze. He watched her taunting him. Watched her double him with a kick to the gut. Saw the blood and resistance in his gaze. Oh yah this was definitely fun. Sooo much fun.

He slinked back towards the man. Seeing the defiance in his gaze. Seeing that look of disgust at his being a street rat. Gutter trash in the man’s eyes. Well the garbage doesn’t burn it sets the world into a blaze and relishes in the way the blood of those who have never raised a hand flows over his. Ryu is one sick twisted man and he enjoys and relishes the thought of pain and dishing it out on others. He hated how this trash before him thought he was better because he’d been raised rich and privileged. Truth was it was Ryu who was better, Ryu who was stronger. Ryu knew how to survive all this trash knew was how to order others to do it for him. Dark anger mixed with his blood lust. Keep being defying trash Ryu wants your blood...

He laughed at the man’s stupid words, true to form Ryu didn’t answer or respond to his idiocy. He didn’t want the Empresses ‘mercy’ or her ‘care’ she just thought he was dirt and he would have to actually care about her to give two shits what she thought anyways. He merely laughed at his boss’s response. His taunt was music to Ryu’s ears and he grinned savagely.

Advancing on the man again to continue with the torture he threw a punch across the man’s jaw, hard enough to hurt like hell, but not hard enough to loosen teeth. With the blade in his hand the metal would bite and leave a little gash on his cheek. He did this again. And again just for fun and good measure. He didn’t bother with words. It was time to bleed the pig. Time to make him feel Ryu’s bite. His mood dark he laughed as he worked.

Blood was delicious and there was so much now it was sending Ryu into a frenzy. He laughed like he was crazy or deranged which was a very terrifying thing as he twirled the blades down the man’s arm. Cutting again and again causing more superficial wounds. His blood burning with bloodlust and need Ryu drew back. He was breathing heavy and his eyes were on fire. He looked like a deranged criminal out out for the blood of anyone around him. Afraid that he would yield to his need to bleed out the man completely he drew back. Twirling the blades in his hands. His eyes dangerous.

He licked his lips again, not that this was visible since he wore the red mask to cover his features. His laughter had died somewhere in the midsts of his twirling blades, the speed and skill with which he’d woven a pattern of cuts down the man’s arm was exceptional. This was truly Ryu’s strength. Knives. He loved to use them and he loved the way the blood felt coating his uncovered hands. Such delicious red liquid. Such power. He knew that he shouldn’t yield to his need for death, but it was growing. Ryu loved to bleed people out. He loved this and lived for it point of fact.

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Cui gave the man a disdainful look from behind her leather mask, was he really so moronic as to be brainwashed by that pathetic woman they called the ‘Empress’? Surely not. But there was something else she was thinking of, other than the man’s dogged loyalty to someone that barely cared about him, and that was just how easily killed he could be. Just how easy it would be to rend him into nothing and spread the shattered remnants to the winds. Such a thought made her hunger to see such a thing, she had killed many before in her little frenzies, but the sight of such a thing always made her ecstatic with utter joy. When she was done with her small bout of violence and psychological mind games, she slinked away and let the other…’information gatherer’ have another turn. His work with those blades of his was most certainly a brilliant sight, no matter how much raw damage they caused to the man.

When the man finally responded to her, she gave a short and harsh laugh that cut out amidst the relative quiet. Oh how she just loved the dogged ways of the monarchy and their peons. Pretty much all of them regarded their followed and most trusted soldiers as nothing more than pawns on a national chess board. For it were not a case of affection, the monarchy only gives a damn about those with money, and the highest of privilege. People like how she used to be, before the gangs and the crime. Before the most ill-fated of murders upon kin. Just the thought of such a thing made her sigh with anger and regret. Anger and regret that she would take out upon those like this man, this pathetic insolent little man, and his dogged loyalty.

Her limited attention finally drew back upon her fellow torturer, who was setting about beating the man with his fists; he threw a monstrous punch into the man’s jaw, connecting with a horrid sound of flesh hitting flesh. The fellow continued his assault of fists and steel twice more, and while the wounds were not exactly the most damaging of blows, they would most certainly hurt the man greatly. She watched with further glee as he slashed and layered cuts upon the man’s arms with blinding speed, causing many more of the superficial wounds that caused pain but not scarring, not that scars were a big problem in the least. The man was bleeding somewhat profusely; perhaps loss of consciousness by blood-loss would be a future and prevalent problem? After all, an unconscious information pool was rather useless.

When her fellow had finally finished his assault of blades and superficial wounds, Cui stepped in forwards for her next attempt at breaking the wretch. She favoured playing mind games with people rather than actually hurting them, at least, until her anger, hatred and overall bloodlust got the best of her. Slinking forwards towards the man, she adjusted her crimson coloured gloves, and smiled beneath her mask, this was going to be enjoyable.

Now standing just a few feet in front of the man, she tilted her head to one side. “If your Empress is as, grand, as you say she is, then why haven’t people like us, the so-called ‘scum’ been stopped and driven out? Why are you in this very situation? I have your answer; the Empress just doesn’t give a damn about you, nor her subjects. They are all peons to her, beneath her. You are nothing to her but some pawn on a chess board.”

Finishing up her taunting, she took chance that he was laying upon the ground, and whispered to him. “If she cared, your life wouldn’t be in danger.” Standing back to her full height, she scoffed at him, such misspent loyalty. She added to this another kick, but this time into his side, and bent down once again, layering punches upon him. But forever careful not to damage the speaking apparatus, that was the truly important part. “Ignorant moron!” She shouted punching him more and more, “Do you not see just how badly you are being used!?” She landed one solid punch upon the man’s nose, likely breaking it from the sound it produced, but more so it released a great torrent of blood.

Standing back up, she adjusted her gloves once more and awaited an answer.

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Clenching his teeth as much as he did, the pain was becoming unbearable. At first, the man, bare-handed, begun punching him. Despite the fact that the sheer force of the repetitive smacking was bruising and grazing his cheekbones and shearing his pale skin, he still had the strength to hold on. He wouldn't submit... His mouth was filling with blood, his brain overloaded with the sensations of its thick, metallic, earthy taste and smell. He swallowed it, forcing what was previously the content of his own veins to slide down his throat, and at least be able to draw a breath in. What was before just a few thin streams of red, flowing down from the corners of his mouth, became rivers, getting caught in and staining his hay-colored hair and in small drops rolling down his face and neck. The white shirt was dirty and stained.

But when the blades came out, lashing across his exposed forearms, between the sleeves of his shirt, rolled up, and the binding on his wrists, he screamed. Their sharp edges weren't skewing deep, but they were spilling rivers upon rivers of crimson, in a dance flashing across what was once white, now dyed a deep red. He screamed curses, tears rolling down from his eyes and mixing with the blood on his face. "Let me be! Just f**king let me be!" he shouted, voice already sounding rugged from all the shouting.

For a moment, he stopped, staring into the eyes of the mask before himself. But even though he was covered in blood, his eyes remained the same cool grey, without any hint of his dedication wavering. “If your Empress is as, grand, as you say she is, then why haven’t people like us, the so-called ‘scum’ been stopped and driven out? Why are you in this very situation? I have your answer; the Empress just doesn't give a damn about you, nor her subjects. They are all peons to her, beneath her. You are nothing to her but some pawn on a chess board.” was what she told him.

He drew a sharp breath in, but that was quickly smacked out of him, a kick landing somewhere in his soft kidney and liver tissues, followed by a series of punches. That wasn't as bad as the cuts... Till one landed straight on his nose, snapping it out of place. He howled, a torrent of blood streaming down onto his mouth, and his eyes instinctively shut tightly, pushing the tears back. He rolled over, raising his bloodied and almost numb hands to crack it back, smearing red all over... Everything. He wanted to throw up, all of his body was in immense pain, agonized. "You know nothing." he growled.

It created such a twisted, sick smile on Yutaka's lips. He remembered this sort of feeling, when he saw a man bathed in blood, eyes begging for mercy that he wasn't going to give. Standing in the corner, tapping the phone against his lips, he let his eyes feast on the sight of Suketsune, crawling on the floor... Those eyes, looking up to him, challenging him.
Defying him.
Defying his authority, his absolute rule!

That **** him off, so much, so much... The smile disappeared, turning into a frown, and he barged between his subordinates, bending down and grabbing Suketsune by the collar of his shirt. "Stop staring at me like that..." he hissed at him. Right now, it was his turn to play.
Play.
Play!

Yutaka was a strong man, a very strong one at that... With a simple flick of his arm, he hurled Suketsune into the wall, leaving a stain of red on its surface, just to have him collapse and crumble onto the floor. The pair of heavy boots thudded on the floor as he stepped forth, and crashed the steel tip of one of them onto Suketsune's left arm. With a sickening, loud crunch, the bones cracked, another scream making its way out of Suketsune's mouth. "Stop looking at me like you own this place! If I want it, I will slit your neck, and you're going to bleed out like the pig you are!" Yutaka proclaimed loudly.
Suketsune cackled, running his tongue along his blood-covered lips, and his eyes narrowed. Actually...

He didn't need the Council.
He only needed the Empress.

"If you cut my throat... You're never gonna find out that there's... A way to the residence of white Shimura from the roof... And the spare keys from the Council halls." he spoke up, spitting out the blood that has gathered in his mouth. Once more, Yutaka's hand clenched around his collar, dragging him up. Poisonous yellow eyes stared from above the frame of the sunglasses into dark grey, and he slowly smirked, though that was impossible to discern underneath the scarf. One of his hands, gloved, pulled a paper tissue out of his pocket, pretentiously softly soaking the blood up from Suketsune's face. "Oh, you finally see what's good for you... That's great. Come on, and tell us some more." he whispered.

"The Hi'an family has... Bad security systems. Tomoshi... Sleeps with any girl under thirty with a big butt... And he's stupid. The Council building also... Has several vents from the roof, and some... Lead even to the main rooms." Suketsune talked, but to Yutaka, it was suspicious he so suddenly begun spilling out information on important Council members. He scoffed, dropping him back down onto the floor.
"R, C, make sure that he tells no lies. I don't need to be running into cops." he scoffed, letting Suketsune drop onto the floor like a rag doll.

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Ryu’s eyes glowed with a deep blood lust that cried out to be appeased. A need so deep he wasn’t sure how he kept from jumping forwards and slicing his blade straight into the man’s heart at just the right angle to cause an extremely slow agonizing death. It was only the thinnest of loyalty. A blood debt no less, that kept him from giving into his need for human extermination. That tiny small shell of loyalty he owed to a man he would not, no could not, betray. That was all that held him back. All that stilled his blades. Had he not been following protocol he’d have licked the blood from his knife just to get the taste of it in his mouth. It always brought such a lovely feeling to feel the blood of another. That rich stick sap that was the very life essence of another. Yes, what a taste.

Ryu preferred the brute force of violence and pain as his motivators for loosening a tongue, but he had to admit the woman was brilliant at words. Something Ryu had little skill for. He’d never been one for much talking. In fact Ryu could go all day without so much as more then two or three words. Sometimes not even a single word. He wasn’t very educated and he knew it. His language wasn’t very ‘extensive’ and he knew that too. He didn’t really care, it’s not like it embarrassed him, but it did **** him off a lot. It always had. Then again a lot of things **** him off. Including being indoors and off the streets. That was always something that got right under his skin like a parasite and began to chew on him.

He watched as Yutaka lost control and grinned wryly, even though no one could see it. His smile was dangerous and it was filled with a deep desire to spill the mans blood some more. He watched with delight as Yutaka threw him around and at the pain it inflicted on the man. Watched as Yutaka broke him. It was so sweet to watch the man break. That moment when he spilled his guts. It seemed to easy. His boss was right to doubt. It was too simple. There was no way a man who’d held on so long and so fiercely protective and defiant for his empress, that w***e of a woman. He hated all aristos equally, they were all scum who had no reason to be alive. They were worthless, useless, disgusting slim rats. He hated the lot of them. Hated them with so much passion it set his blood on fire. His eyes narrowed to slits.

Not telling lies. All aristos told lies. It would be fun to unbury his lies. Ryu stepped forwards and knelt down slowly in front of the man on the ground. Slowly drawing his knife down the man’s cheek slicing into the soft tissue. “You lying scum?” he asked, breaking his own silence. His eyes were focused onto the man’s. He’d loved the man’s screams and cries, begging. He’d loved it and he was ready to cut again. Ready to draw more blood. He did it again, not giving the man a reprieve to speak. Pain and fear were powerful motivators. Slicing his knife down the man’s shattered arm, slow shallow cuts, not deep, not permanent, only painful. “you don’t lie, you lie, you bleed.”

With that Ryu rose slowly to give C a chance. She was good with words. He was certain they’d get the truth soon. Yutaka was the one to fear. Always fear him. Always. Never let your guard down and never show them your true fear. Never give him a reason to get angry at you. Ryu may not be educated, he may not be stable, and he may be defiant, but he wasn’t stupid. This man on the floor was. He’d **** off the boss. It wasn’t smart to **** off the boss. It was stupid. And he called them all idiots. Yah right. The only idiot was the aristo lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Stupid f**ker. If he was lying he’d be more then just bleeding. He’d be more then just hurting. He’d be dead.

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Cui slinked away once more as she had done earlier during the man’s interrogation; she left her colleague to have his own bout of violence. But to her surprise the boss stepped in to have his own turn. This wouldn’t end well. She watched with a savage glee in her eyes as the boss picked the man up, and casually tossed the man several foot towards one of the stone walls of the interrogation chamber. The man hit the wall with a dull thud before falling, leaving a dark patch of crimson blood upon the wall where he had been thrown upon. Her glee turned into a sadistic smile hidden beneath her mask when the boss walked forwards and kicked the man’s arm with his heavy boots. The sickening crack that followed made her want to utter out a manic laugh of pure joy. She loved such horrific acts against others, but still managed to hold her attention long enough to listen to the boss’ words. He had always had a knack for intimidating others.

Where it not for the fact that the man still breathed, it would appear that the boss had completely broken his previously solid appearance, and hopefully loyalty. She listened intently as the man finally spilled out what he knew about the homes of a select few noble and powerful families. From the sounds of it, none of them seemed to fear the worst, which was always the worst way to think about something as major as a break in. Everything from bad security systems to just plain stupid placement of venting panels. On the walls or in an inaccessible place would have been a smarter approach to a break in.

Instead of immediately taking her chance to move inwards and try to fully break the man, and prove that his information wasn’t just a load of bull, Cui would wait and let her blade-wielding colleague inflict his damages upon the man. After all, getting something that you wanted from a wounded person was far easier than getting it from someone whom was in perfect condition. Even before he began, Cui could see the eternal bloodlust behind the man’s eyes, the want, and the need for crimson. The savage desire to rend people into nothing. To see them utterly broken. She knew this affliction well. His love for brute force and blades made this apparent addiction to the blood of others shows even more clearly. While she preferred to wage wars of the mind upon a someone, to make them contemplate everything that have ever done and regret it all. To make them feel like trash without ever laying a hand upon them. Those were her favoured methods, but sometimes a little brute force and ignorance come in handy. Her now somewhat diminished smile renewed itself when the fellow torturer knelt in front of the other man and cut a superficial wound across his cheek, asking him with a Steele voice if he was lying or not. Under such circumstance, a normal person would have broken long ago. She watched as he repeated this once more, drawing more blood from the man, bleeding him of his scarlet lifeblood, before topping it off with a long slash down the man’s broken and shattered arm.

She smiled once again when her fellow stood up and walked back over to where he normally stood. She presumed this to be her own turn. Walking towards the man with a morbid smile upon her face, she said to him. “You see just how easy that was? You help us, and you don’t suffer. It’s not betrayal if that person never cared about you, never took notice of you. You wouldn’t be betraying the Empress if you told us. I only hope for your sake that what you say is true.” With that she was stood only a foot or so in front of him, oh how she longed to pull out all his teeth. But alas she wasn’t permitted, the mouth and the speaking apparatus were strictly off-limits for damaging, lest the man be rendering incapable of speech entirely. Instead she stomped upon the man’s kneecap, and a crunch followed the impact of her heavy boots. She ground her foot into the man’s knee after, asking. “So, are you being truthful? Or must we take you apart piece by piece?”

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No longer did Suketsune's mind completely take in the knife, slicing into his cheek and leaving gashes of spilling red in his soft, pale skin. He blankly stared into the abyss, opening up before his mind, overwhelmed by the pain from about every part of his body. His narrowly parted lips let a stream of red flow onto the floor. "I'm not... Lying..." he whispered. He really wasn't. Why would he lie?
He just wanted to get out of here. Even as the blade skewed into the skin of his broken forearm, a flinch, a slight pull of his muscles was all that his captors got.

The woman was met with a similarly blank gaze as the man did, with all her bullshit that she said. He wasn't listening. "I'm not lying..." he whispered once more. He thought this is all... That they were satisfied...
How painfully wrong he was. She crashed her foot down onto his knee, effectively fracturing his kneecap, and twisting his leg into an agonizingly unnatural position. And he screamed. Shutting his eyes by instinct he screamed his lungs out as he lay there in a pool of his own blood. Just end it, just end it finally!

"I'll tell you... Everything you need to know about the council..." he finally managed to mutter through his clenched teeth, tears like rivers stained red welling from his eyes.

Just wished that they could leave him...

Slow, silent clapping echoed in the room. It was a hollow sound of leather hitting leather, a bit muffled, but to Suketsune's ears, it was more than anything he's gotten till now. He feared what it might signify, yet, at the same time, it was a spark of hope. To see the man with banknotes on his sunglasses, hiding a pair of eyes so poisonous, standing up and slowly walking forth... He drew a shaking breath in, seeing the man walk forwards slowly, with raised hands gesturing for both of his subordinates to step aside. "Finally got a bit of common sense?" his voice, once again smooth, echoed in the premises. He squatted down beside Suketsune, drawing a whole pack of tissues to softly wipe all the blood from his face, tossing them around carelessly afterwards. It was strange - a man who so cold-bloodedly inflicted pain on others could suddenly become so graceful and soft.

"Talk. But don't tell me no lies... If you tell me a lie," Yutaka picked Suketsune's head up, forcing him into a half-sitting position, and himself leaned in uncomfortably close, "I will kill you." That whisper into his ear sent chills down his spine.
And Suketsune talked. He prized his life and the purpose he had in it above the lives of the council, even his own uncle, which were far from a true concern of his. And so, he talked. He said every single thing he knew about the Council. With the warmth of blood, leaving his veins, he was desperate...

He couldn't afford to die here. Satomi... Ryouko...
The abyss welcomed him with open arms. He finished talking, there was nothing more to say, and his eyes slowly closed, leaving him with a single image of a dark room, and her beautiful face imprinted in his memories.

Yutaka barred his teeth at the passed-out aristocrat, bathed in blood, and roughly dropped him back onto the floor. His rough cackle was like the cawing of a crow... His memory recorded every word he got.
"I think he's done for... He's still breathing. I guess Miss Yamahata will get a sour surprise once she comes to the address her dear brother will just now text her to come to." he chirped, his bloodied glove pulling Suketsune's phone out of his pocket once more.

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Ryu felt rather unsatisfied by the response he received from the man. He wanted to hear those screams that meant he’d hurt the man so deep that the agony must be released, but he didn’t get that satisfaction and that rose not only his bloodlust, but his anger to a higher degree. His eyes narrowed in anger and frustration as he watched his partner take her turn. Those screams came then and he would have danced in delight if it wasn’t against his nature and grain to express such emotions at all. Instead he smiled darkly his eyes sparkling as if each scream fed his very soul. Bleed bastard bleed.

The clapping made him turn to watch Yutaka as he approached, the boss appeared a little more pleased that they had finally gotten somewhere. Well good. The boss being pleased meant they’d done their jobs. Ryu couldn’t help the smile that spread. Couldn’t help the glee he felt.

This however was short lived as the man passed out which meant their enjoyment was now at it’s end. Ryu frowned darkly at the bosses words. He could see that the man was unconscious easily. He lowered his mask and slowly licked the blade of his knife tasting the man’s blood.

“Can’t we cut him a bit more boss, before the girl gets him?” Ryu asked hopping that he’d be allowed to have a bit more fun sliding his blade into the man’s flesh and letting his blood flow. Maybe even give him a scar to remember them by. Maybe then next time they needed him for information he’d be a little more forthcoming with it. Ryu’s bloodlust wasn’t all consuming like it had been before. It was still pounding strong inside his veins and he wanted more. He finished with that blade and slid it up his sleeve into it’s sheath. He started licking the other as he watched the unconscious man.

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Cui stared at the man, he was in such a wondrous amount of agony, and was covered in fresh blood. It was the perfect scene in her mind, a perfect amount of pain and agony, but not enough to kill the captive. Her only anger came from the fact that he hadn’t screamed at all during the interrogations, and it now seemed that he was closer to passing out than ever. Had it been her own choice, she would have a defibrillator on hand just in case he did eventually die due to blood loss. She had studied about stuff like that, the ways in which Humans could and would die if subjected to certain irreparable damages and debilitating diseases.

She hanged back and watched the boss as he walked up to the interrogated man, he knew how to get real answers and proof from a person like none other. From what the interrogated man had said, he seemed dogged in his belief that he wasn’t lying to them, and given his current state of damage, it was unlikely that he would indeed be lying…but it was always fun to continually test people such as himself. To see if their loyalties were that dogged and cemented into their heads that they would seek to deceive their captors given every chance they got…while managing to spout utter bull about their ‘Empress’ who by some of their words was allegedly perfect in every way. It was people like that; that Cui hated people with virtually unlimited power and sway over things. Even if the Emperors of old, the ‘despotic monarchies’ held more power over their lands, and with an iron first, this was still just as bad.

When the man finally passed out, Cui gave a sigh of slight annoyance; an information source was damned near useless when it was unconscious. Just when he was about to spill his guts about the council’s secrets as well, secrets that would prove useful not only to the gang itself, but also to her father. As a minor politician, secrets of some degrees could get higher members kicked out under acts of incompetence, or, at least that is how she imagined it going…She wasn’t the most versed in politics. She watched as the boss pulled out the man’s phone from the pocket, apparently he was going to inform Miss Yamahata of her family member’s…misfortune. She had listened to some of that woman’s songs, and knew her. The former were, unpleasant at best, and the latter could prove annoying. Her infatuation with appearance was vain in the highest order of things. She listened to her colleague as he asked whether or not he could cut the passed out man more before the ‘girl’ as he called her, got the man back. It was certainly a pleasant though to cut the man up even more, but alas, cutting up an unconscious person was like cleaving into a corpse.

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Zhiao lay in bed, in his apartment, half asleep, half awake. He had been pondering the day that his former gang were involved in a shootout, resulting in all of them dying by the bullets of the police. He had been lucky, getting only wounded where others had died. He didn’t see it as luck, just more as tragic fate. Doomed to forever remember their ill fates and last moments. It was a horrible thought, but he couldn’t forget it, not in the least. Such thoughts made him angered, but also filled him with anguish. It was late, or so it seemed from the light, or rather the lack of, outside his window. It wasn’t early, that much was sure.

Sitting up, he ran a hand through his hair and yawned. The evening before, he had gotten himself rather drunk, and passed out in his apartment. It was somewhat lucky that he had found his way back, especially given how bad some of the gangs were in this city were. Getting out of bed, he noted that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, but at least his lower half was clothed with a pair of jeans. He walked into his apartment’s kitchen, it was not an especially large place, but it was large enough to live in, people lived in far worse conditions than this. On the table, several bottles of empty alcohol were scattered across its wooden surface, providing slightly more information at to what he had done that evening before this. Grabbing a small set of keys from the very same table, he moved over to the home’s living room, where a safe hung upon the wall. He inserted the key into the locking mechanism and opened the safe’s door. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the safe’s contents were safe. The actual contents were weaponry, while they were not illegal to have by any standard; he still preferred to keep them out of sight and away from prying eyes.

Going back into the kitchen, Zhiao immediately went towards the coffee pot; it was still full and fairly warm for some odd reason. Perhaps he had awoken in the night and didn’t have any recollection of the events. Grabbing a mug from the cupboard above him, he poured some of the dark liquid into the mug and drank from it.

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Yenay was in a fitful sleep. She was currently inside the main Scarlet note hideout, in the small hidey hole she had turned into her own home. Even gathered a few blankets and an old mattress to put in there. It wasn’t grand living, but it was good enough. Her dreams were of the constant bullying she would experience while in high school, namely the day her last few friends eventually turned on her and joined those students that would mock and berate her for no real reason aside for her apparent, oddities in behaviour. She remembered every last word; they cut like knives into her, flaying her without ever physically going near her. The laughing was worse, the horrific laughing, tormenting laughing that echoed from every place she walked, forever following her. She remembered the punches and slaps across the face she would receive from the more violent children, how they caused bruises and cuts across her skin. But there was something worse, she remembered a great height above an endless grey pit…she remembers not an accidental fall, but a purposeful jump, flinging herself downwards into the depths…

She awoke with tears in her eyes gasping for air and her hands were bunched into fists. She felt a dull ache in her shoulder, a reminder of that same dream, always nagging at her, never letting her forget despite how much she would want to. ‘Several broken bones, lacerations, and numerous bruises’ she recalled one of the hospital staff saying regarding her, incident. It was always horrible, but she had to live with it. Getting up from her makeshift bed, she crawled out from her small ‘home’ and back into one of the rooms of the Scarlet note’s hideout. She couldn’t see Yutaka, or the ‘boss’ as people called him. The sole man within a mile radius that she actually trusted. Pondering this for a moment, she couldn’t remember why he wasn’t around. But she would do the usual anyway. Walking to the ‘kitchen’ area of the hideout, she passed a few other members of the Scarlet note; they gave her indifferent looks, having heard of her, antics. Walking into the kitchen area, she saw a few more members, but they were far too busy drinking to notice her this time, proceeding over to the cupboard, she clambered onto a chair that had been left nearby, for she was far too short to actually reach the cupboards normally. Once opened, she got a packet of instant ramen and closed the cupboard, after she climbed down from her perch. It was something that she had done before; Yutaka liked instant ramen noodles, so she would make them for him.

Walking over to another cabinet, this one was closer to the floor so she could actually reach it; she gathered a bowl and placed it on the work surface above her. The kettle was already boiled, so the rest of the task was easy. Opening the packet of noodles, she placed them into the bowl before adding the boiling water. She carried the bowl, before the heat from the water could travel to the outside of the bowl, to the table where the boss sat, and where she placed such foodstuffs for him. Only cutlery was missing, and so she even got his preferred cutlery. It was a fairly dull life sometimes, but she liked it. There was always someone nearby and no one seemed too bothered about her. It was perfect. Grabbing a can of soft drink that she had purchased a while ago, she took a seat and waited for the boss.

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"No!" Yutaka burst out in rage at Ryu's request, the scarf sliding off his face and revealing his rage fully. He was a scary man to look at once enraged... "You wanna f**k up a guy that's not even gonna scream?" he scoffed. "Your standards have gotten low." He took yet another packet of tissues out of his pocket, carefully cleaning his gloves and boots off all blood. No marks of this had to be left... None at all. Not a single speck of this beautiful crimson... What a pity. Scarlet was his favorite color... Finally, considering himself clean enough, he typed the coordinates of this dark warehouse's location to Ryouko through Suketsune's phone. His smirk was mad once more as he did so. He just couldn't wait to see how she'll take it... He may have hated her music and the way she looked, finding her disgustingly sweet, yet he could lively imagine the thousand and one horrible things he could do to her.

"Clean your clothes. We're leaving. Cui, you're going with me." A smirk appeared on his lips as he took the glasses off, revealing the venomously yellow irises of his eyes, which have been hidden in the meantime. His silky black hair was freed off the cover of a hood that hid it till then, slipping out from beneath and falling into his face freely once more. The tip of his tongue flashed across his lips; it was a provocative grimace. But there was no way in hell that he'd let a girl of a quality such as that which Cui possessed ride with an uncouth vagabond like Ryu, especially considering that he was the boss of both of them. Although he could have all the girls in Scarlet Note at his call anytime he wanted - or at least so he thought - Yutaka was an ambitious person. He wanted all of them without questioning.

They'd just leave this idiot amid this carnage... Like if anyone cared. He didn't even feel the need to cut the rope that bound him.

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It was already late. Ryouko lay stretched across the silken sheets of her bed like a doll, her hair a veil, spreading across the pillows, when the buzz of the cellphone woke her up. She yawned a little, rubbing her eyes, to pull it from between the covers, her small hands quickly typing in the safety code. A message from Suketsune... What the heck?

At night? Now?

D41-85, Tanaka docks, District 24 ASAP.

What was that supposed to mean? It was a sort of address... But why would Suketsune send her an address? This made no sense.

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Ryu made an adorably childish pouting face at his bosses angry range filled words. He didn't speak for several heartbeats not wanting to stir up the man's anger. He wasn't afraid of his bosses anger. Not when it was verbal. He knew the man could fly into a rage and there wasn't a darn thing he could do to survive that encounter. But this wasn't one of those moments. He could sense that. His survival instincts were well honed.

It wasn't so much that he didn't have high standards. He had a lot of hatred inside him and his bloodlust was always running high whenever he was around the gang. He just loved blood it was so beautiful and the art of pain was so exquisite. He sighed softly and said "yah, will do. I'll go grab my bike and meet you all back at HQ then?" he asked. His tone even as he looked at the blood on him. He took out a white linen cloth and began to white the blood from his leather coat. Opening it so that is flowed around him exposing the black clothing beneath. His hands now cleaned, both knives cleaned and sheathed he was ready to head out and retrieve his ride.

He'd always been good at finding hiding holes and he'd stashed his bike in one. Everything else of value he kept on his person. He was nomadic by nature. The bike was stolen. So it wasn't a loss if it was suddenly gone. Sure I'd **** him off and he'd most likely itch to track down the b*****d who'd stolen it from him. Just to see the blood run. He was still grinning as he watched the boss type the message. He wanted the man's blood, but a good joy ride would be fun too. Or better yet getting waisted on some good alcohol that would always be fun.

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Cui almost let out a small smile when her colleague’s request was so firmly put down by the boss. She didn’t hate nor dislike the man in the least, but sometimes mindless bloodlust was a tremendous liability in the heat of a shootout. Taking out a white silken handkerchief with the crest of her family upon it from her pocket, Cui began to wipe the scarlet blood off her arms and hands. She knew the drill far too well, ‘leave no traces nor any clues’ was practically the motto when kidnapping or torturing someone for intelligence upon someone or something, you never wanted the police looking for you.

When she was just about finished with cleaning the blood from herself, she heard, and most certainly felt, a loud cracking sound from her ring finger. Apparently she had hit the man just a little too hard when she broke his nose, but it was a trivial injury in any circumstance…though it was rather painful. Grabbing her ring finger, Cui set in back into place with another fairly loud cracking sound. It wasn’t the most pleasant of noises, but she found some strange liking to it, perhaps due to its relation to pain and general suffering.

She smiled at the boss when he said that she was to go with him and not her blood crazed and somewhat savage colleague. The former was far more, pleasant, or at least it seemed like it despite the fact that Yutaka always called her when he was confronted with a word he didn’t understand…or, god forbid, when he had to do maths of any kind. It was pretty much her job to be his personal dictionary and calculator, but it wasn’t a dull job in the least, quite the opposite was the true case.

She raised an eyebrow and smiled when the boss ran his tongue over his lips, and gave her a rather provocative grimace-like expression. Cui didn’t exactly have any intimate nor special feelings for the man, she saw him as a leader and a competent combatant, but he didn’t need to know that at all. Glancing at the unconscious, and honestly quite broken, man that lay upon the floor in a small pool of his own blood from the numerous cuts upon him, she felt a sudden rush of joy, to know that she had helped to ultimately break him and his dogged loyalty to people that didn’t care about him in the least. Soon they would leave him, and either his moronic ‘singer’ of a sister would come and get a nasty surprise when she found him…or she would leave him to drown in his own blood. Either prospect was enticing and amusing in Cui’s mind.

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Zhiao had since drunken his unsweetened black coffee, and had gotten himself dressed into his more usual attire. Faded blue jeans, a plain black shirt, and a black leather trench coat. His mood had not altered much however, and was still in a state of utmost annoyance from a particularly bad headache, likely caused by the heavy drinking during the night before.

Walking back over to the steel wall safe where his weapons were held, he took out the key once more, and opened the safe. Taking out the weapons that were inside it, he took a small moment to inspect them for any damages or faults. The rifle was still in absolutely pristine condition; even the sights were ready for usage. His blade was in a similar state, the carbon steel blade glinting with the light reflected from its shining edge. The former’s polymer stock was folded, and hidden in his leather trench coat, while the latter, inside its sheath, was placed upon his back. Locking the safe with the key, which he hung around his neck, he proceeded to the wooden door leading outside his luxurious, if rather untidy, apartment.

Opening it, and stepping outside of his apartment, he swiftly shut the thick wooden door behind him and locked it. Delving into a pocket upon the right side of his trench coat, he pulled out a pair of fully blacked out sunglasses and placed them on. They weren’t for some, ill convinced sense of fashion, but rather so people didn’t notice his venomous green eyes.

He walked down carpeted hall after carpeted hall; living near the top floor had it advantages…and its numerous disadvantages. This was certainly the latter. Though he eventually came across an elevator, and took it to the slightly underground garage that as just underneath the main lobby floor, one of the perks of living in a, higher class apartment building, was the place to store a vehicle with safety. He walked a few feet, and found his most loved of all possessions. A gloss black luxury car, with blacked out bulletproof windows, that he had personally tweaked and tuned to his preference. Getting into the vehicle, he started the car up. He had places to be after all.

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Yenay awaited Yutaka anxiously, while she knew that he could handle himself perfectly in any manner of fight, she always worried about his wellbeing. He was the only person in the whole gang that she actually trusted, and enjoyed talking to. That ‘Cui’ woman that he got to help her with certain words or maths, always found some irritating way to taunt her, and the other man that he had gone with, that she knew as ‘Ryu’ seemed just a bit too bloodthirsty for her own liking, he seemed like the kind of man that would sooner hack some apart than actually talk to them. But instead of going with them, for the most likely case would be that she maimed the man horribly rather than interrogate him at all, she sat there, in the hideout at a wooden table awaiting the boss’ return. In her tiny and pale hands, she clutched a can of orange soft drink which she had been drinking leisurely for the past few minutes, though now she had set it upon the table, and was close to dozing off into sleep.

Sleep eluded her however, and now something else had caught her gaze, but it was most certainly something that she wished wasn’t there. A gaunt and tall woman was standing at the other side of the room. Her skin was pale like fresh snow and unblemished, as was her hair, which hung limply down to her shoulders, but worst of all was the eyes. Dead, white, pupil-less eyes, that wept bright scarlet blood, and were outlined with eerie black. Blood covered her mouth, a mouth filled with jagged and flesh ripping fangs. It wasn’t the first time Yenay had seen this woman, but it still terrified her immensely. Standing up and backing away, an expression of utter fear was present upon her face as she muttered to the woman. “N-no…no…no!” The woman had begun to walk towards her slowly in a disjointed manner, her head tilted to the right and starring Yenay dead in the eyes, with a twisted smile upon her face that exposed her razor-like teeth. Eventually, Yenay felt her back upon one of the room’s walls; tears had begun to form in her eyes, she just barely suppressed a scream. She sunk to the floor, now sobbing in fear of the woman that was stood, looming over her. The woman knelt down in front of Yenay, never once blinking, forever starring at her with those dead eyes; she placed a hand upon Yenay’s face, gently stroking the girl’s face, but still with the twisted toothed smile upon her own face...looming ever closer...

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"Exactly." Yutaka responded to Ryu's inquiry with a dark smirk upon his lips, clenching one hand around Cui's forearm and dragging her towards his own two-wheeled horse. Its slick dark form was strangely befitting of a man like himself; in a sense, it was reminiscent of him, even. And it was one of the few things that he had purchased from an actual shop, too (though surely not with his own money). He hid his features with the black of his helmet, reflecting even the dim light with its glossy visor and surface perfectly, dragging Cui behind as for her to not waste any time, and sit behind him. It wouldn't be the first time; he didn't even consider her not knowing the routine an option.

To feel the engine roaring beneath him was like feeling the touch of a weapon in his hands. To feel the pressure of air upon his figure, bent above the bike's controls, to see the landscape of the Tayama city section passing by so fast, was like to see the blades, firmly in his hold, slicing their targets apart cleanly; it was ecstatic and it drove his mind into a trance-like state. Intoxicating, one would say.
Beneath the helmet's visor, his mouth stretched into a smirk, revealing all of his white teeth, the poisonously yellow eyes narrowing.

He drove without lights and without direction signs, just a black shadow, passing through Miyake. It was a fast way for sure; for one, the hideout was just a few districts away from the infamous warehouse district Anzai, and besides, Yutaka drove like a petrol-fueled Oni. The sun was just about to rise in a few hours, coloring the ripped strips of clouds upon the sky with wondrous shades of violet and blue.

The tires screeched on the concrete, leaving curved black marks on the ground and the stench of burning rubber lingering in the air once he finally parked the vehicle in the underground parking lot, lit dimly by neons, hanging from the ceiling. He let the helmet slip off his head once getting off the bike, freeing his long black hair from beneath it. It was only natural - would he not do so, the camera system wouldn't record his face and he wouldn't be let in, considered an intruder. An annoying way to assure himself off his safety; but he made it up, after all.
Flashing his most daring, provocative smile at the camera, knowing its location by instinct already, he stepped into the elevator on one side of the parking lot.

This whole building in the Katsunan district of Tayama served as a hideout. Well, not exactly all of it; some of it were personal flats of the members of the Scarlet Note, like himself; but in its essence, it was their building. Disguised as an ordinary structure in the industrial city district, no one would even think of bothering going all the way to Katsunan in south Tayama to search for criminals. How unfortunate for those idiots. As the silent sound of the lift reaching its destiny warned him about his arrival, he stepped forth, letting his boots thud a little on the ground; a hollow, deep sound in the nearly office-like premise.
He aimed straight for the kitchen. It was morning, early morning, almost sunrise... Time for breakfast.

His sharp senses picked up the smell of ramen instantly upon entering. What a wonderful surprise! He simply loved ramen... Everyone around instinctively stepped aside as Yutaka entered, not even daring to get in his way as he retrieved a pair of chopsticks and picked the bowl up, nonchalantly sitting down onto the edge of the table.

Yenay made him noodles. How nice of her. And how very clever... It's always good to get onto one's boss' good side.
Though, it looked like she was having one of her nightmares once again. He slightly tapped her on the shoulder with the back of his hand.
"Wake up, kid."

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Cui kept up a false smile as she awaited the Boss to finish instructing Ryu. She couldn’t help but find it most amusing that the fellow member of the Scarlet note held that name, as did the sister of the man they had just broken. It was a small fact, but such things amused Cui to no end. She was just about to mention such a thing, when the boss clamped a hand around her forearm, and quite literally dragged her outside, to his motorcycle. While she would have most preferred to not be handled in such a, brutish, manner, she still held enough respect for the boss not to say anything to him.

She briefly glanced over the bike itself, it was midnight black, and the paint was immaculate in its condition and quality. She hadn’t got a helmet with her, but she was wearing both, a mask and a hooded jacket. It would make do. Placing the hood over her head, she was about to mount the bike just after the boss had done, but he instead dragged her onto the vehicle. It wasn’t like she didn’t know the route however, and she would have been happy to walk home, despite the criminals. There were some nasty pieces of work out there, but she was by far the nastiest of them. She settled on the fact of the boss not wanting her to walk however, he had always been the same. Likely expecting that he could have any woman in the Scarlet note at his…beck and call, but such things were beneath people such as her, after all, she could literally just buy people for him, rather than have to do it herself.

If there was one thing to be noted about the bike however, was the tremendously powerful engine that it boasted. The roar that it gave was deafening as it sped along the various roads of the city. The scenery went by so fast as to be barely noticeable nor recognisable, though she could make out several more prominent and grand buildings. Such a feeling was very nearly addictive; to feel such a powerful engine propel oneself through seemingly endless roads and streets was glorious in the utmost. She did notice something however, the boss never used his lights while driving, which was just a tad foolish lest he crash and get them both slain, but she trusted that he was competent enough to not get them killed. It was very nearly the early morning however, and she realized that she hadn’t actually slept for several days. Sleep was a worthless concept in her mind, it just made a person useless for however many hours.

The hideout was only a few short districts away, not far at all given just how quickly the motorcycle could travel. When they neared the parking lot where the gang’s vehicles were often stored, she paused to think of what kind of mess they would return to. Surely that ‘crazed midget’ as Cui called the woman, since she never actually knew her name, would be up to something, as for the rest of the gang, it’d be business as usual at this time. Screeching soon followed when they arrived at the car park and drove over its concrete flooring. The boss parked soon after, and in many ways she was glad. She never really trusted his driving all that much. She followed him to an elevator, where he took off the helmet from his head, and allowed the security systems to scan his face. It was elaborate for a group of people such as this, but it was damn effective. Cui waited alongside the boss during the elevator trip, she had never liked elevators in the least, ever since she had been trapped in one as a child, and she had never really trusted them to not fail.

When the elevator finally arrived at its destination, she allowed the boss to exit first knowing him he would likely go straight to the kitchen to eat or drink. She could hardly blame him however. There was a faint smell of, ramen noodles? It surely smelt like such a thing. Maybe the boss’ pet psychopath had cooked them for him. Either way, she followed him into the kitchen. Her first call was to grab something to drink, food was all good and well, but a human could live considerably longer by just drinking. The drink was a bottle of carbonated soft drink, cola in flavour. Her favourite. She hadn’t even bothered to look around the room just yet, drink was first on her mind, though she looked to the left and saw something that, actually she somewhat expected. The boss’ pet psychopath had huddled herself into a corner, and was crying. Moron, she was likely seeing things as per usual, or whatever the hell was wrong with her, Cui could probably help her given that she had a degree in psychology. But she simply didn’t care.

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Zhiao sped along the roads in his car, caring extremely little about the lives of other road users. He had places to be, and he damn well wasn’t letting some moron in their pansy car hold him up. He paid minimal attention to his surroundings; he focused only upon the road, not upon some pretty street attraction. The driving was going fairly well, and he was making excellent time for his upcoming meeting. The meeting was to take place in a slightly less densely built-up part of the city, where there weren’t buildings as far as the eye could see, nor millions of obnoxiously bright lights constantly shining. At one point however, he had to swerve to avoid what appeared to be a motorcycle with all its lights off, and two riders upon it. Idiots, he could have just killed them right there and then, yet they seemed passive to the apparent danger. He wasn’t bothered about some fine and a grieving family of theirs, he was bothered about his meeting and very little else.

The car he drove was a tooled up and modified beast of a vehicle, with an engine that befitted a prized motor sporting car, rather than a normal civilian vehicle. One of the many perks of having a few contacts here and there. Speaking of which, it was one of those contacts that he was about to meet about this very car. But it seemed that someone else had plans. A few metres ahead of his car, a man tried to run across the street in a futile attempt to cross. As to be expected, it didn’t end too well for him… Killed outright, likely with numerous broken bones and a multitude of bruises luckily enough however for Zhiao, this part of the city was the very same place as he was meeting his contact. Not as built up, with less people and far less cameras everywhere. Pulling over, Zhiao exited his vehicle. He really didn’t want to have to deal with this, this, moron. But he assumed he had to do. First however, he checked the man’s pulse, making sure that he was completely dead before taking his possessions. In his pockets, Zhiao found two things, his wallet, and his phone. The latter was useless; there were trackers aplenty in mobile phones. But he knew how to get rid of them. Perhaps more interesting, was the man’s wallet. Inside was as to be expected, it held money and cards after all, but he did find the man’s house keys in his wallet. Perhaps a place to check out after his meeting. “Oh the joys of wearing gloves…” Zhiao muttered as he rifled through the man’s belongings.

Picking up the corpse, Zhiao carried him over to a small park that was nearby. It was one of the few patches of nature that you could find in such a city. He placed the man upon a bench, and merely left him there. Making it look like he had fallen asleep in the middle of the night, and had been bludgeoned to death by some thief looking for money. “This s**t it just too easy sometimes…” He muttered once more checking to make sure that no one was watching him. He had a rifle for those people.

Walking back to his car, he opened the door and entered once more, before continuing his drive…

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Yenay had begun to rock back and forth as she wept in the corner, she hated this woman, wished that she had never appeared at all. But sadly Yenay just couldn’t escape her, she was quite literally in her head, and would never leave her. Never. She knelt just a foot away from Yenay, with those horrible fangs showing in a twisted smile, a smile of dark joy, the joy that a killer receives after murdering someone again. Tears of scarlet blood continued to be wept from the woman’s eyes, cascading down her face, painting her paper-coloured flesh with streaks of blood.

Faintly, Yenay could just about hear the sounds of the elevator that led into the hideout, perhaps the boss was back? She could only hope so, but to the outsider she merely looked to be sat in a corner, with her knees up to her chest, sobbing for some unknown reason. No one knew of her, the pale woman that haunted her very being, dwelling in the recesses of her mind, appearing only in her own eyes, and not to the eyes of anyone else. She continued in this state of utmost terror, huddled into the corner, sobbing to herself until she felt something touch her arm, and a voice speak to her.

‘Wake up kid’ she heard amidst the sobbing. The woman having presumably slinked off. Now all she could see was Yutaka, the leader of the Scarlet note. Her crying lessened drastically, she trusted him, she knew that he would surely kill such a creature as the one that haunted her mind, but she had never told anyone. Not even him just screamed out and sobbed. Wiping her eyes, she said to him in a joyous tone. “You’re back!” It was an obvious thing to behold, but she was thankful for such a thing, far more thankful than anyone could have expected. “I…I…” Her voice faltered as she tried to explain why she was upon the floor, it wasn’t really necessary, but she felt that she needed to say something. “You know...” She finally said to him in a disheartened tone, before standing up weakly and sitting back down in her previous seat, next to her drink. She noticed that; that ‘Cui’ woman had followed him in, though she soon tried to forget about her. Yenay had always disliked her for her horrid attitude. From where Cui was stood now, she was watching both Yenay and the boss. She could just about lip read Cui's silent remark of '****ing'...aimed at herself, as to be expected.

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Ryu followed close on Yutaka's heels, though not close enough to interfere. His heart still thundered and his blood begged to be appeased by more bloodshed he didn't dare defy his boss. He didn't consider anyone a friend. It wasn't in his nature too, but he considered Yutaka somewhere close enough to make the word mildly if not accurately applicable. He would do what the boss told him unless it went against his ability to survive a situation. He wouldn't allow death to be his option, his reward. He wasn't that way. Survival drove him. It made him be who he was and it made his blood sing. He grinned wickedly as he felt the slightly cooler air of outside. Still hot and the streets here empty, well not quite empty, but enough that he didn't brush anyone's shoulder. He melted into the flow. Like he belonged, like he was always there. No one noticed him. Not even with his strange long black coat or his red leather mask around his neck.

He watched Yutaka's bike take off. A deadly smile taking form. He loved the speed and the thrill as much as the boss did. His eyes lit up and he quickly made his way through the winding streets. Flowing through the crowds like the very people around him didn't exist. Like the street rat he was, he went unnoticed. He wasn't worth noticing. He made sure he wasn't worth noticing, it was the first law of street survival. Don't draw attention to yourself. He arrived at his 'hideout' a dark hole more like. An old warehouse that was broken down and half destroyed. He made his way into the dark destroyed place and right where he had left it his bike sat. The bright perfect pain hidden by a dirty old tarp. He took the tarp off and threw it on the floor. Straddling the beast between his legs. He sat on it a moment letting his hand rest on the fuel tank. He took out his key, turned it on and felt the rumble of the engine purring between his legs. He let his eyes close and feel the flood of power. It was so beautiful. He laughed.

Without more preamble he set the bike to full speed and didn't bother turning on the lights. He shot from the warehouse and laughed in delight as his long braided hair was yanked out of his coat and flew behind him. The black leather of his coat like wings spread out around him buffeted by the speed and wind. His eyes alight with wild fire and passion burning thick in his veins. Riding this bike to him was like making love. He rode it so fast that people had to run screaming from his path or he'd run them over... maybe. He tried to avoid running people over only because that would slow him down. That was the only reason. Their startled yells and curses flowed around him like the wind. The pavement flew by and it was incredible.

He made it to HQ in record time. He loved speed. His hair a mess from the wild ride he parked in the underground parking lot and undid the braid from his hair letting the long strands fall around his face framing it. He took his key and returned it to the pocket he hid it in. He brushed one hand through his hair and walked towards the elevator ignoring the cameras or anyone else.

He made his way to Yutaka's place where he knew the boss would be and exited the lift to the smell of the bosses favorite noodles. He grinned. And walked over noticing the others, but remaining studiously silent as he approached. It wasn't often they saw him with his hair down and flowing over his shoulders. It wasn't often he let his hair down at all. He noticed the tension, and ignored it as it didn't concern him. He didn't care about the woman either of them. He worked with them, maybe talked if he felt like. But otherwise he didn't care to be around anyone. He wanted alcohol. Now that the bloodlust had cooled. He was looking to get drunk. That would make the end of this night glorious.

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"Thanks for the ramen." Yutaka smiled a little at Yenay. It was a curious expression on the man's face, to see his lips curled upwards, yet not completely unfitting. He didn't look like a street rat in no way; in fact, was he not dressed in outright ripped jeans and a leather jacket, one could easily mistake him for someone from the upper class. He swept a few strands of his coal-black hair behind his ear with his little finger, cautiously holding the chopsticks in the self-same hand to avoid getting them dirty or dropping them. Apparently, sitting like a normal human being and placing the bowl upon the table was irrational in the man's eyes.

He watched both Ryu and Cui silently slither into the kitchen, while the steam rose from the bowl of noodles as he stuck the utensils in and begun eating. There wasn't any food he'd feel such an undying passion for as noodles. And behind the windows, the sun was slowly rising up, coloring the torn-up remains of clouds with vibrant shades of red, pink and violet. Another day was beginning as it climbed above the Miyake lordship, the domain of the blessed and the cursed at the same time. Only a thin, thin line divided them from each other, sometime so light it wouldn't even take much to break through it...

The bowl finished in the sink with a silent click, together with the chopsticks, and Yutaka gave Yenay a look of his narrow eyes. "Bring a bottle of sake, kid. I feel like celebrating." he exclaimed, stretching his arms above himself casually. The leather of his gloves, that he still hasn't taken off, cracked a little at the motion.

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Ryouko could no longer deal with the thoughts, racing through her head. She was worried about Suketsune, especially thanks to the strange text she's gotten... What if something happened to him? He was in a bit of a strange mood recently, to say the truth... He said he has a feeling that someone's watching him... And he was stressed out from the Empress' illness. What if someone mugged him? Or he got kidnapped?
But at those thoughts, more worries crept into her mind. What if that someone actually wanted to kidnap her? And what if something really bad happened to him? What if Suketsune was dead and that was a trap... Or someone stole his phone and tried to lure her into a trap so they could get Suketsune?

She couldn't bear this amount of worries anymore. After some time of tossing and turning in her bed, she finally gave it up, raising herself on the bed and letting the covers slide off her figure, dressed only in a creme-colored nightgown, reaching hardly to the middle of her thighs. She rubbed her eyes, swiping the long golden hair from her face, and glancing at the curtains, hiding large windows. She moved one of the ridiculously large plush toys on her bed aside, to place her feet on the ground once more, instinctively clenching her hand around her phone. No, no, she couldn't stand this anymore. She'd go to the address... But not alone!
Pacing across the room, decorated with a lot of pink and white, she dialed Hirashike's number.

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The warehouse was empty... Suketsune's conscience returned slowly as he laid on the floor. He blinked slowly, eyes unable to focus on anything and showing his surroundings and nothing but indistinct blurred shapes. He could hardly feel his body, but what he could feel hurt as hell. Especially his arm and knee were throbbing.
He desperately needed a cigarette.

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Yenay allowed herself a somewhat embarrassed smile when she was thanked by the boss. It was certainly not the most common expression to be found upon her face, but the boss was around, so she was pretty much always going to be in a good mood. He was the sole person in a mile that she actually trusted enough to talk to, everyone else in the room, especially that bloodthirsty man that had walked in after the boss, and that Cui woman, were just strangers and therefore couldn’t be trusted in her eyes. She had tried to talk to those people before, only to be met with words of how she was a psycho and other, even more hurtful insults. She had since just given up on those people, they seemed to hate her, and as such she would just not talk with them. It was simple.

Sweeping her, tree bark brown hair from her face. Yenay took a sip from the can of orange soft drink that she had left upon the table, luckily enough she hadn’t accidentally knocked the thing over when the woman had presented herself. She loved the taste of such a drink; it was one of the few beverages that she actually enjoyed to drink. Every now and then, she would glance at the boss while he was eating, or at one of the two people that had followed him into the kitchen. The bloodthirsty man and Cui. Though she glanced at the boss far more often, she knew that he was one of the few people in the hideout that seemed capable of actually showing some kind of happiness. Looking outside of the window closest to herself, she noticed that it was at that point in a day where it wasn’t quite night yet not quite day. The slight interlude between them that separated them. Or, at least that is how she saw it, which meant that is was likely to be far from correct. Despite the fact that she had slept just a few minutes ago, she still felt extremely tired.

Yenay was eventually broken from her starring at the widow, when the boss went and placed the empty bowl that had previously held his ramen, in the sink. She smiled at him when he looked at her; he requested that she bring him a bottle of Sake. She nodded, and immediately got up and went towards where the gang kept their Sake. It was kept in a separate room to the kitchen, not far away, but a place similar in temperature to a wine cellar, plus it kept people guessing so they never drank all the Sake or alcohol in general. Arriving at the room, she opened the door quietly, and entered the room.

It was a relatively drab and dull room, just like pretty much everywhere else in the hideout. She hurried over to the area of the room where the sake was kept, and grabbed a bottle before exiting the room, and shutting the door behind her. Yenay hurried back to the kitchen, she knew that the boss hated to wait. Handing the boss the bottle of Sake she smiled before sitting back in her seat once again.

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Cui opened the bottle he had just taken out from the Kitchen fridge and took a long drink from it. It was refreshing, especially since she hadn’t had a drink since yesterday. Every now and then, she would glance over to the boss as he ate, or that psychopath girl that sat next to him. Cui had never liked her in the slightest. Though she tried to turn her mind back to the previous events of that day or night rather. The interrogation had gone extremely well, save for the fact that their target had eventually fallen unconscious, likely due to the blood loss and the beatings that he suffered. But it didn’t matter now. They knew what they wanted to know, and now he was either in his sister’s home, having his wounds treated. Or…he was still in the warehouse that had left him in, maybe he had just regained consciousness and now felt the full extent of the pain they had inflicted upon him.

The thought of the broken knee that she had given him, placed a sadistic grin upon Cui’s face, which may have looked a tad odd to the outsider. She had paid very little attention to the events in the kitchen from the last few minutes however, but now she saw that Ryu had walked into the kitchen, and seemed to be drinking which altogether wasn’t an uncommon pass time or activity here in the hideout. He had demonstrated quite well that he was a vicious and bloodthirsty person however, perhaps a bit a liability should pus come to shove, but Cui doubted it somewhat, street rats tended to be three things. Uneducated, Unwashed, but utterly loyal to their source of income, or in this case, home and income.

Cui also noticed that the boss’ pet psycho had gone and retrieved for him a bottle of Sake, rice wine. She considered joining in upon their drinking, but decided to leave them to it. There needed to be someone that wasn’t drunk out of their minds in the room.

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Zhiao hadn’t been bothered in the least by the killing just minutes ago. He simply didn’t give a damned about idiots like that, if they wanted to walk in-front of him, like someone with a death wish, then he would grant that death wish to them. Plus it wasn’t like he was traceable as the killer, he had been in this line of work for far too long, and knew the tricks that the law enforcement would try to use to track the murderer down. Too bad they were often incompetent morons that couldn’t catch a murderer if he walked into the station and admitted to his crimes. Then again, the police had killed his previous gang, so caution was always advised.

He drew near to the meeting point now; he was meeting one of his contacts about two things, weapons and a few modifications to his vehicle. The former was important, but the latter was his absolutely prized possession, he would quite literally kill someone that dared to damage his car, no exceptions. When he reached the meeting point, he parked his car just a few metres away from his contact’s car and exited. The contact, a man, was already stood outside his car. “Hey!” He said to Zhiao, walking towards him with a friendly expression upon his face, he had known Zhiao for years now, ever since he had first had dealings with his first gang, the ones that introduced him into the world of crime that he now resided in. “Greetings.” Zhiao replied, a smile appearing upon his face. “I assume you know why I am here?” He added, with the smile still upon his face.

“Ah yes, I know why you are here. I have a lot in the way of eh, ‘stock’ as it were.” An even larger smile spread across the contact’s face. He had weapons galore in his car trunk. Opening the car’s trunk, he gestured towards about eight black suitcases filled with weapons. “Just what you ordered eh?” The contact laughed. “But, you know what I ask of first.” He added, holding out his hand.

“Indeed I do.” Zhiao answered, taking out a small plastic bag filled with cash notes and handing it to the man. Walking over to his own car, he opened the truck and went back to his contact’s car. “Care to help me?” He asked the man with a slight smile. The contact nodded, and assisted Zhiao, taking a few of the black suitcases to his car and placing them inside the trunk.

“There are a lot of weapons here. You trying to build an army or something?” The contact asked with a grin.
“I don’t think so, but maybe.” Came the reply from Zhiao.

When they were finished, Zhiao and the contact shook hands and then proceeded to their respective vehicles. The contact would drive off to wherever his home was, much like Zhiao was doing with his one home. His was armed to the teeth now.

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