Pandora's Box

Fuwa chuckled. “If it gets you attention, you better be able to pull off normal. This is an assassin’s guild who is watching for us. And those who attacked you before might be around. If you give them a reason to look twice, you might be in bad luck.” He poured himself a drink and chugged it. “Your choice of wig will make it very difficult to run and disappear.”

He poured another drink.  "If you have that covered, then I don't care if you're some kind of animal.  Have fun~"  He raised it high and then sipped.  "Either we'll learn of our enemy or we'll bring in some cash.  May chaos favor us." 

Kazue sat up from his spot on the floor and grabbed his drink as well then held it up, before taking a drink he turned to Satsuma, "Don't forget not to use your real name." 

Satsuma looked to him and rolled his eyes, "I'm not an idiot." 

Kazue just smiled some before downing his drink and fell back to lay on the floor again.

"Setting the Hounds Off Again":

A couple days had passed since an attack from the Gotei's nemesis halted the festival and locked the academy down.  And though it had made acquiring Academy girls harder – if not impossible – it had made other matters simpler.  The attack had rattled the Rukongai and neighboring villages, but they were too busy preparing for the worst that they weren't paying attention to matters at home.  Or to their surroundings.  The Chattel Métier had been able to double their stock of flesh. 

But there was one matter that hadn't changed in the interim. And it was something Fuwa needed to remind them of. 

Walking down into the den, when they were still asleep, was part of his plan.  

It smelled of sex. Satsuma was snoring upright in a chair with a beer bottle still in his hand.  And the couch held the rest.  Kazue was muttering in his sleep, draped on one side with his head lolling over the couch's arm and the girl they'd been given against his leg.  Kotaro was nestled against her breast, his clawed weapon still at the raised welts on her stomach.

Fuwa smirked and snapped his whip above their heads.

Kazue slowly opened one eye, letting Fuwa see a glare that only the devil himself could procure, "I would suggest you put the whip away and not wake me like that again."

As the thug slowly rose from his position, his face showed nothing but displeasure, "Next time it happens, you are losing an arm. And I won't feel sorry for doing it."

He slowly stretched, causing his back to pop. Kazue laughed slightly as he popped his shoulders, then his wrists, working his way down his arms to pop his fingers before looking at Kotaro, "And you can help if you'd like to aid me in disarming a Fuwa."

Fuwa set his whip back into his belt. “it’s nearly noon, and good pickings or not, you have not had any headway in the department of our black kitten or the Panther.” He folded his arms. “I have had definite news from Mitsunari that the black kitten will be unreachable for a while. She was hit during our attack for our neighbors and is very skittish and suspicious.  It will be nearly impossible to get near her."

"However, “he leaned against the nearest chair, Satsuma’s, “that doesn’t mean that we should be getting lazy in the other matter. In fact, this would be the ideal time to nab and put Sayoko back in our control. When there aren’t other distractions. So I am here to encourage you to spill any news or ideas on that front. Sooner rather than later.”

"Bullshit! Denied or not I see the little hime and she is mine. I will not hesitate to grab her." He grinned madly. "Her dear brothers laid out a challenge that first day we met her and her little friend. Its only courteous that we take them up on it."

He fell back to the couch limply as he bounced a couple of times. "As for Sayoko," his grin turning to a smirk as he flicked a loose wrist at them. "She can't stay away from us. Why should we go looking for her when she will come to us? Make enough noise and she will come running. She does every time."

Kazue yawned slightly and scratched his head, "Well fuck. You can't tell me to be cautious. You know that shit doesn't fly with me," He shook his head and rolled his eyes within another yawn, "Everyone here, even Mitsunari. Knows that caution isn't a word that is in my vocabulary."

His eyes closed slowly though his lips started to move once again, "But remember. Even if Sayoko tries to interfere in something a little more important than she needs to," He paused once more and kept his eyes closed, "You can't say that between the four of us there is absolutely no issue with us just stabbing her and then hauling her off to here to become our little fuck doll, again."