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Takashi strolled lazily through the red-light district, going by mostly unnoticed -- although he did garner a few curious glances here or there, or perhaps a look of recognition once in a blue moon. While Aki was notorious in Kabukichou, and was even given the moniker "the Golden Queen" (really ironic, honestly, considering what Kanayama means -- if only they knew), next to her, Takashi was practically a ghost. All he did what kick people into line occasionally, and while he was a familiar face among Aki's drug dealers, those such as the prostitutes or the bar owners weren't at all familiar with him. As for his blonde hair and light eyes -- well, Kabukichou had its fair share of frisky white tourists.
As Takashi walked towards the area Kyuu was known to frequent, he took in the sight of the bright lights and busy nightlife. Nemuranaimachi -- the city that never sleeps -- certainly fit Kabukichou to a tee. To someone like Aki, the bustling district was mainly background noise, but to Takashi, it was something to immerse himself in.
Takashi walked into an alleyway -- a secret shortcut -- when he suddenly paused. Surprisingly and conveniently enough, it looked as if Kyuu was already there; Takashi wouldn't have to track him down as he planned. Kyuu was currently pressing someone up against the wall and making out with them aggressively. If Aki were here, she would've turned her nose up at the brutish behavior -- as much as she hated it, that was something she and Rina had in common.
"Oi, Number Nine," called out drily. Kyuu immediately spat back something along the lines of, "fuck off, cunt, I'm having a good time right now," before the name "Number Nine" clearly registered in his head as the brute spun around, panting. His eyes widened at the sight of Takashi, muttering a panicked, "oh shit."
"Looks like you know why I'm here," Takashi said smoothly, smiling at Kyuu as if they were old friends. "At least you're not as stupid as we thought. Although, that's not really a compliment.
"What are you doing, Kyuu, hooking up during work? Propositioning a prostitute, I assume -- I can't really say you're the most desirable partner, if one had a choice. Is that where your money's going to?" Takashi nodded in the prostitute's direction. Said prostitute was clearly playing the role of a debauched schoolboy, with his messy school-uniform and exposed skin. Takashi barely spared the guy a glance, but he found his eyes drawn to the prostitute as the moonlight began to shine on the alley. Blue eyes . . . blue eyes . . . Sato???
Takashi jerked his head back towards Kyuu, smoothly talking as if nothing had happened, but inside his thoughts were whirling. "Hey, at least you're helping someone pay the bills," he said casually. "Believe me, I'm all for that. But that's not the issue here. You're shirking your responsibilities. Did you think you could get away with that?"
Kyuu spat on the ground. "You are all talk, boy," he barked. "You aren't her."
"You're right," Takashi conceded smoothly. "She won't be as merciful as me." Takashi swaggered up to Kyuu, who glared defiantly, but shrunk slightly as Takashi towered over him.
"I could do something," Takashi said lightly, cracking a knuckle. Kyuu swallowed. "But like I said, I'm rather generous. She doesn't hand out chances, however. In fact, when she has the same problem again . . . well, she likes to handle it herself."
Kyuu stumbled back and staggered out the alleyway. Aki would probably let him go on for a few days before harshly dropping him. Fear is a powerful thing, she would say. But fearful maggots are still maggots.
Takashi turned and let his gaze linger on Sato, before turning around and walking off, thoughts whirling in his head.
As Takashi walked towards the area Kyuu was known to frequent, he took in the sight of the bright lights and busy nightlife. Nemuranaimachi -- the city that never sleeps -- certainly fit Kabukichou to a tee. To someone like Aki, the bustling district was mainly background noise, but to Takashi, it was something to immerse himself in.
Takashi walked into an alleyway -- a secret shortcut -- when he suddenly paused. Surprisingly and conveniently enough, it looked as if Kyuu was already there; Takashi wouldn't have to track him down as he planned. Kyuu was currently pressing someone up against the wall and making out with them aggressively. If Aki were here, she would've turned her nose up at the brutish behavior -- as much as she hated it, that was something she and Rina had in common.
"Oi, Number Nine," called out drily. Kyuu immediately spat back something along the lines of, "fuck off, cunt, I'm having a good time right now," before the name "Number Nine" clearly registered in his head as the brute spun around, panting. His eyes widened at the sight of Takashi, muttering a panicked, "oh shit."
"Looks like you know why I'm here," Takashi said smoothly, smiling at Kyuu as if they were old friends. "At least you're not as stupid as we thought. Although, that's not really a compliment.
"What are you doing, Kyuu, hooking up during work? Propositioning a prostitute, I assume -- I can't really say you're the most desirable partner, if one had a choice. Is that where your money's going to?" Takashi nodded in the prostitute's direction. Said prostitute was clearly playing the role of a debauched schoolboy, with his messy school-uniform and exposed skin. Takashi barely spared the guy a glance, but he found his eyes drawn to the prostitute as the moonlight began to shine on the alley. Blue eyes . . . blue eyes . . . Sato???
Takashi jerked his head back towards Kyuu, smoothly talking as if nothing had happened, but inside his thoughts were whirling. "Hey, at least you're helping someone pay the bills," he said casually. "Believe me, I'm all for that. But that's not the issue here. You're shirking your responsibilities. Did you think you could get away with that?"
Kyuu spat on the ground. "You are all talk, boy," he barked. "You aren't her."
"You're right," Takashi conceded smoothly. "She won't be as merciful as me." Takashi swaggered up to Kyuu, who glared defiantly, but shrunk slightly as Takashi towered over him.
"I could do something," Takashi said lightly, cracking a knuckle. Kyuu swallowed. "But like I said, I'm rather generous. She doesn't hand out chances, however. In fact, when she has the same problem again . . . well, she likes to handle it herself."
Kyuu stumbled back and staggered out the alleyway. Aki would probably let him go on for a few days before harshly dropping him. Fear is a powerful thing, she would say. But fearful maggots are still maggots.
Takashi turned and let his gaze linger on Sato, before turning around and walking off, thoughts whirling in his head.