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Post by Satsuma Fujii on Sept 26, 2016 21:38:38 GMT -6
Satsuma leaned back and relaxed just listening to what Fuwa had said. He took the time to get out a cigarette and light it.
He waited until Fuwa had left the room before speaking directly to Kotaro, knowing how pissed his usual partner in crime was, " You would think after all these years of working together you would use that fucked up brain of yours and just listen to orders. All of us think they're bullshit and I hate following their rules as much as you two idiots, but it's easier to accept whatever crap Mama Fuwa says because this shit runs a lot smoother then."
He let out a breath of smoke then continued on, "And anyways. We'll have our fun eventually. The 'precious egg' and her friend can't be protected forever."
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Post by Ahmes "Kazue" Sarraf on Sept 26, 2016 21:51:32 GMT -6
Kazue swung the bathroom door open, throwing a needle directly in front of him, "Don't you fucking dare interrupt clean up time again." He watched as Kotaro froze, the needle barely skimming his nose.
He shook his head and ignored all of his bitching and complaining. Kazue grabbed another bottle from the fridge and plopped onto the couch, slowly sipping it, "Get your ass in the bathroom and clean up. Don't wack it though. We have slaves for that."
Kazue smirked and closes his eyes for what seemed like hours as Kotaro cleaned up and walked back into the room. Without a warning, Kotaru quickly punched Kazue in the jaw, not saying a word.
He opened an eye and glared at his friend, rubbing his jaw, "Hurry up Satsuma."
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Post by Kotaro Naoto on Sept 26, 2016 22:00:46 GMT -6
Kotaro waited along with Kazue as Satsuma cleaned up. As both waited Fuwa walked from his room as well as Satsuma walked from the bathroom. Kotaro pushed up out of his chair with a groan. "About damn time I was about to fall asleep waiting for your asses." He made a path to the door to leave as the others fell behind. The four of them headed to the main building to see Mitsunari. Moved |
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Post by Mitsunari Ono on Oct 6, 2016 16:34:59 GMT -6
"Quality Not Quantity":It had been a few days since his men had arrived at the hideout, and in that few days they each had brought him five or more females a night. However, Kotaro and Kazue were being a little too rough on the ones they were acquiring. The last few they brought in were shaken and beaten so badly they were of no use to their buyers, causing Mitsunari to take a loss with the lovely ladies. This did not settle well with him. Their agreement was for the girls to be in good health, physical and mental, and shape when brought to him. That was the only way they got top price for them.
At the quality those two were bringing them in they would be losing money fast. Not just them, but the organization as well, and this would not suffice the higher up. Over half the two men's captive where damaged in some way. Some to the point of not recovering in time for auction and in their given location, the organizations supply did not exceed their demand yet.
Turning away from the large window in his office he went back to his desk, a plan in hand as he sat down and counted out their portion of pay for the girls they brought to him. When finished he placed their cash in envelops with their names to the front and headed to their building.
When Mitsunari entered the room of the four men, the look in his eyes was not a pleased one; he stopped in the center of the room in front of them. Reaching to the inside of his black haori, he pulled out and tossed each one their pay envelope. He waited in front of them as they counted their cash. Fuwa only peeking into his envelope and stuffing it in his haori pocket with a pleased wide grin across his lips, Satsuma as well had a pleased smile across his lips. They nodded to Mitsunari as he returned their gesture. His eyes then ventured to the two that did not get their full pay waiting for some sort of retaliation from them.
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Post by Kotaro Naoto on Oct 6, 2016 20:12:43 GMT -6
Kotaro thumbed through his cash rather quickly looking up at Mitsunari. "You're about eleven thousand yen short don't you think, Mitsunari?" Kotaro looked Kazues way as he spoke up as well.
"Seems mine is a little light as well." Kazue looked up form his cash, to Mitsunaru.
"What's up with that? We brought you the girls. The deal was five thousand yen a girl, plus, if they had features that were in demand." He looked over to Fuwa and Satsuma which seemed pleased with what they got.
"You guys seem happy enough. What did you get? Not ripped off I am guessing." His now narrowed eyes ventured back to Mitsunari.
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Post by Fuwa Ito on Oct 6, 2016 21:58:28 GMT -6
As Kotaro growled and Kazue cursed, Fuwa chuckled. “That would be because of the damage to the cherry blonde that regulated her to a slave maybe. And that wasn’t the only one.” He folded his arms. “There isn’t always time for them to heal ahead of the demand, and your vendetta with the noble family is making you both blind.”
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Post by Mitsunari Ono on Oct 7, 2016 6:41:58 GMT -6
“Exactly,” Mitsunari commented. “The agreement was five thousand yen a piece for your average girl. Ten thousand yen for Nobles, and a hundred yen, times’ x-amount, if they had qualities in demand.” Mitsunari walked the floor around them.
“The prices only reflect if the girl is undamaged, and sells for the price intended. If not, the one that caught her gets his pay cut. If too damaged they may get nothing.”
Satsuma grinned, “And you bakas know the qualities in demand are hair color, eye color, the girl’s build, and if she still has her virginity intact. The extent of her looks, cute being the lesser pay to jaw dropping beautiful being the highest, and her age as well. Then there is their blood line/heritage/family worth, if she has fighting potential.”
“If what Fuwa is saying is true and it is the Masanobu noble family that has you worked up this badly that you are damaging the other goods. I am pulling you from the capture of said noble or any nobles for that fact.” He heard the two men protest as he looked their way. “I will not have you damaging a high quality item because you two cannot control yourselves.”
He stepped toward them, “The two of you brought in five girls a piece. Six of them damaged, three of them so badly damage I could only get slave price for them. Between the two of you, you lost twenty-four thousand yen in pay and just in those three sales you lost the organization over a hundred thousand yen. This does not settle well with me, and it will certainly not settle well with the owner. Its quality, gentlemen. Quality over quantity.”
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Post by Ahmes "Kazue" Sarraf on Oct 7, 2016 11:35:19 GMT -6
Kazue growled at Mitsunari, "A whore is a whore. It doesn't matter unless the virginity is in tact. Which all of mine. IT WAS. The fucked up people such as myself that buy these girls don't give a damn. As long as they follow orders."
He stepped up and smirked, "My pay does not reflect how well I do my work. Considering I COULD have killed them. I COULD of done a lot fucking more." He whirled around and glared at Fuwa, "Say a word and I'll rip your tongue out. We may be unjust. But cutting Kotaro and Myself's pay crosses my line."
"And no. The pathetic nobles have not risen my anger yet. You know my work. Nothing had changed," With the last word he shoved the yen into his pocket and growled once more.
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Post by Mitsunari Ono on Oct 7, 2016 12:43:47 GMT -6
As the man walked past him Mitsunari’s hand clamped down on his shoulder stopping him in his path. “I don’t care what your tactics used to be, Ahmes. I need you to tone it down a notch. You've let yourself get carried away, and hurt one of the girls you could have gotten a good price out of and you damaged her. That’s not like you in that aspect.”
When Kazue turned to look at him, Mitsunari let his hand slide from his shoulder. “You and I go way back, Ahmes. Just like me and Fuwa. Don’t let one incident with a couple of Nobles get into your head.”
Kazue shrugged his shoulders and turned, not saying a word as he walked toward the door of the main room. Mitsunari sighed as he turned looking at the others. “I am bringing in Miyoshi.”
Kazue’s footsteps stopped as the other three sat up looking pointedly at Mitsunari. “Matsudaira? Really, Ono, is that necessary? The man's an ass.” Satsuma commented as his hands slid into his pockets.
“Yes, it is. He is good. Damn good at what he does, and dealing with the Masanobu Clan and possibly the Kuchiki Clan. He is going to be needed."
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Post by Fuwa Ito on Oct 7, 2016 15:11:16 GMT -6
Fuwa sighed and ran a hand through his long bangs. “I would never speak against your orders, my lord, but by bringing in Matsudaira, tempers are liable to keep going up. If we’re not careful. That man doesn’t get along with anyone – even if he obeys you.”
Ono folded his arms. “You have dealt with the situation before, Fuwa, and he is needed here.” He looked to Kazue and Kotaro. “Especially with these two acting as they have been. And it’s a phase. This area is too rich to leave quickly and too close to the attention of the Gotei. I need all my players here before the army feels the bite of our presence.”
Fuwa nodded. “I will handle it,” he murmured with a slight bow. He paused. “I have scouted out the less fortunate areas nearby. The dark side of Rukongai, for example, it’s been long enough since our kind has prowled there. Their enforcers are weak. And prey more plentiful in the dark of the night. There, no one will speak twice of the horrors – as long as the soul reapers stay far away. That will do when someone needs to maim something to keep from killing another." He looked pointedly at Kotaro.
Controlling them would easier, though, if we still had our pet cat around too. Fuwa shook his head. No doubt the murderess had killed herself long ago without anything to fill the gulf of her existence. But then again, a glint lit in his dark eyes, they had found her in the Rukon. Perhaps he could find another one and break her in. He grinned to himself.
Eyes narrowing as Kotaro starting mouthing off.
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Post by Kotaro Naoto on Oct 7, 2016 15:43:19 GMT -6
"We don't need his ass here! Fuwa is by the book enough, we don't need another annoyance around here!" Kotaro stood and kicked the table in front of the couch as it slid across the hardwood floor. His hand lifting as he combed his fingers through is golden blounde hair.
"This is bullshit! Just let me go after the bitches and get it over with and out of the way!" He looked back at Mitsunari. "I won't hurt them. It's her brothers I want a piece of." His hand came up quickly and pointed at Kazue. "You shut your mouth. No stupid ass fagot jokes!"
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Post by Ahmes "Kazue" Sarraf on Oct 7, 2016 16:59:49 GMT -6
Kazue smirked at his teammate, "We are on the same page for once, Kotaro. I say we take them now so I can murder as we please. Especially the brothers."
He looked over to his boss, "As for our guest. I refuse to work with him. I don't care," He paused and adjusts his hair band, "I am the best in this business. I make my rules because I get shit done."
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Post by Satsuma Fujii on Oct 7, 2016 17:36:07 GMT -6
Satsuma scoffed, "The best in the business, huh? Best at what maiming your prey? We need them in one piece physically and mentally, Kaz. Not a basket case. If you were working as Mercenary that shit is all find and dandy, but your not dipshit. This is a slave trade. To get top price you have to have quality merchandise. Any Baka can tell you that."
He crossed the floor and stood in front of Kotaro. "You two need to drop the idea of going after the noble. You're both too gun-hoe. You're either going to lose her or get yourselves killed." He looked between the two.
"Now I am not much on the idea of Matsudaira myself, but he is the best of the best. As long as he keeps his mouth shut we can all get along."
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Post by Fuwa Ito on Oct 7, 2016 18:13:01 GMT -6
As Satsuma walked up to Kotaro, Kazue ground his teeth. Fuwa withdrew something from his coat and tossed it, distracting him. Kazue caught it and then scowled. It was a scrap of a choker, half-covered in blood with an intricate knot branded in the middle. “If you had been paying more attention to to the whole picture, not just the initial rush, you wouldn’t have lost her either.”
Kazue clenched a hand around the scrap of cloth and glared at him.
Fuwa stared back. “Everyone wanted a piece of her and you lost her that night - and she killed two of our men. That one was a decoration compared to what we can get from this one. The noble is too important. And if we screw up, we’re finished. We don’t get to recover our losses.”
He folded his arms into his jacket. “You play by OUR rules in this one. No temper tantrums. No leaving the cage unlocked.”
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Post by Ahmes "Kazue" Sarraf on Oct 7, 2016 18:15:32 GMT -6
He threw the choker back and snarled, "Do NOT bring that up. That was years ago," He turned once more and looked down, "If he is coming back. Take me off of the Noble case. I'm not putting up with his bullshit at all."
Kotaro jumped to the side over the arm of the couch as he landed back in his set, his feet propped to a crate in front of him. "From what Ono said," his arms crossed over his chest, "we are off the noble hunt." His head tipped as he rested it to the back of the couch. "Right Ono?"
Kazue huffed, "Then it is settled. I am here for practically nothing. My methods are unorthodox and can danger this organization," a smirk crossed his face, "find a different task for me. I'll grow mushrooms atop my head if you leave me alone long enough."
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