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The Tiger and The Rabbit [M]; ~closed~
Topic Started: Feb 7 2014, 01:23 AM (1,720 Views)
Namida
Nami fumbled with her keys, and it had nothing to do with her long and expertly done nails. (Lady had even put little acrylic bows on them) No Nami had gotten used to doing things in frilly clothes, high heels and with stupidly long nails. The reasons for her clumsy behavior stood just behind her nursing a cigarette.

She dropped her keys after failing to turn the stupid thing. She sighed while screaming inside her head. Why was she so nervous? so fucking stupid. She bent down to pick them up unaware of the nice view she's be giving the man behind her.

Keys finally firmly in her hand she slipped the key into the slot as a neighbor across the hall walked out her door, probably on her way to work. God it was like what... 6am or some shit? the old woman would eye them a moment with an obvious disapproving look. Nami unlocked the door and opened it ushering Tatsou-san inside flashing the neighbor a 'nothing to see here' kind of smile as the lady went on her way mumbling about 'men in and out the door' and 'girl's these days.' Great...

"Soooo this is it" she said turning to Tatsou and gesturing to the main living room. "Make yourself comfortable."

She removed her coat and dropped it on a chair as she entered the kitchen. She quickly got out the bottle of sake, a very expensive one at that and opened the cabinet to grab the cups. God she needed a drink was all she could think as she set the two cups down on the marble counter top. Then she remembered something. "Oh! could you um, not smoke in here or maybe just do it by the window?" she asked turning to face him.
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Tatsuo was drunk. He was nowhere wasted, and he could walk and talk like a normal person, but his senses were somewhat dull and his judgement was poor at best.

Meeting that crazy bastard Yun had forced him to stay on his toes and wake himself up, but once the the adrenaline rush was over he fell back into a half-slumber.

He walked silently next to the girl he'd met formally merely an hour or so ago, just smoking his cancer sticks and thinking about what had taken place. Now it might not seem like a big deal to someone like Namida: just some strong guy showing off for the fuck of it, but he knew there was a lot more than that behind the man's actions. He was concerned about how Yun had chosen to present himself, his vulgar display of power (though after looking back and thinking it over he had to admit it had all probably been mostly his fault), but more importantly what his visit meant. The last time he had presented himself it had been on the brink of an event of cataclysmic proportions, to prepare Eiji for the fight of his life. The boss wouldn't be happy about it, that was the only thing he did know for sure.

He was so lost in thought -and hazy from the alcohol- that he'd just followed Nami in auto-pilot, and was surprised when he suddenly saw her bent over right in front of him.

Something stirred in his pants and he was suddenly wide awake.

That's when he realized how nervous she seemed to be, which made him stir some more as he realized it was probably due to the sexual tension and expectation. He stood there, the cigarette stub dangling from his parted lips, his eyes still fixed on her ass until she turned to look at him and invited Tatsuo in.

He walked inside, noticing the old woman mumbling things about them.

"Ohayo-gozaimazu! Ii otenki-desu ne, oba-chan.."

He grinned at the lady, his teeth biting into the stub, his blood-shot eyes giving a menacing look. The lady looked away and hurried down the hall.

Tatsuo laughed loudly as he took off his shoes and stepped inside.

"Nice place, Somoto-san."

He walked into the living area, which was rather decent in size for a city such as Niwa, where even the smallest of apartments were expensive for any working man's standards. He took off his coat as well and walked around, throwing his coat on top of hers. There was a couch, but he crashed on the floor instead, leaning his back against it. Then she went in for drinks and that got his interest. It had been a long day of work, and now that the sun was up it was time for him to relax, and nothing accomplished that better than a good cup of sake... or five. She came back and placed the cups on the kitchen counter.

In the kitchen? No thanks.

"I won't smoke as long as I'm here. It's your house," he said as he took the stub and put it in his pocket -an old habit for when he was out on the street. Tatsuo hated people who littered, so he was cautious not to be one himself.

Tatsuo smiled at her once more as he patted the empty spot on the carpet floor next to him with his hand.

"That place over there seems so... cold and impersonal; so... American. How about you come here and sit on the floor like the good Japanese girl you are?"

Tatsuo was the most comfortable when he felt at home, and he was a guy who remained close to his roots. Nowadays it seemed that everyone in Japan wanted American-style homes, with big beds instead of futons, big chairs and dining tables, big kitchens with marble tops... everything big and wasteful.

Besides, the floor was a lot more comfortable place than a counter should they... move on to other business.



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Her face flushed at his 'good Japanese girl' comment. Yeah a good anything girl wouldn't invite a drunk horny man to her apartment at 6 am but still Tatsou-san was her higher up and he seemed to be an alright guy. She was pretty sure he wouldn't force himself on her.

pretty sure....

She signed and gathered the cups and bottle walking over unaware the lighting in the room was working to her disadvantage and giving him a rather nice silhouetted view of the fit yet very feminine body that lay under the men's white button down shirt she wore. The fact she wore no bra under the thing due to her earlier wrapping of her chest (which was really fucking hard to do know that she was eating regularly and gained weight) didn't help.

She bent low placing the cups and bottle almost noiselessly on the table. She gracefully knelt down and entered a perfect sitting position beside him. Years of training shown through as she reached over and poured him a glass of sake. Soujiro Somoto would accept nothing but perfect from his daughter so she had been trained in all ways to be a good traditional Japanese woman, not unlike the training under which a maiko might go.

Despite the cold outside the sake was not warmed, it was slightly chilled as expensive sake should be. It felt strange though, this was the first time in a loooong time she had served a man tea or sake. It felt weird doing it in these western clothes, not having to hold back her kimono sleeve. Maybe she should go change out of these clothes... She looked down at herself and almost died, not only was the white shirt she was wearing none to conservative in her current braless state but she had left some of the top buttons undone and those spandex leggings were almost obscenely skin tight. "ah...gomen... please excuse me I'm going to go slip into something more comfortable." She said with a slight bow before getting up and dashing into her bedroom.

She would reemerge just a few moments later changed into a light yukata, a crimson red adorned with black butterflies and tied together with a black sash rather than an obi. The kind of thing one would lay around in on a lazy day. Her hair was tied back into a bun at the base of her head. despite the blonde hair she looked much more the part of the ex yakuza heiress she was. She returned to his side and sat down just as gracefully as before despite her embarrassment over her earlier attire. The yukata covered her chest much more effectively than the shirt had, however the neckline drooped in the back showing off the nape of her neck.

"so..." she said taking her own sake cup and practically downing it to calm her nerves. "Care to tell me how someone who so strongly resembles a yakuza, wound up in the Wo Shing?" her eyebrow arched as her gray eyes rose to meet his. She really was interested, there was no denying Tatsou-san came from a yakuza background, she knew yakuza when she saw it.
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As the girl came out of the kitchen carrying their booze, Tatsuo noticed how transparent her white blouse was and how the light shining from behind her made it now possible to see everything it attempted to hide. Her breasts were nice and round and they looked very firm and perky. The one only reason he loved cold weather was now making him smile as her rock-hard nipples attempted to pierce through her blouse, brushing up and down as her breasts bounced ever-so-slightly with every step Nami gave.

As she knelt beside him and bent over the pour their drinks, her blouse opened just enough to allow an unrestricted view of her juicy, ripe peaches. He felt saliva gather in his mouth and his penis pulsing with the sudden influx of blood. Not enough to get a full erection, but enough to make his current posture a bit uncomfortable.

As he shifted on his spot, finding a more comfortable posture -and hopefully one that didn't allow a full view of the bulge starting to come alive in his pants, Nami seemed to notice and looked down, obviously embarrassed.

"ah...gomen... please excuse me I'm going to go slip into something more comfortable."

Tatsuo blinked. Could this be? Was she ready for him so soon? Then again he tended to have that effect on women... or so he told himself with an inner smirk.

"Sure. Go ahead."

The moment she disappeared into her bedroom Tatsuo started unbuttoning his shirt, a cocky expression of pure satisfaction on his face.

Alright! Somebody's getting laid today~

Then she suddenly came out, wearing a sexy... yukata. Tatsuo blinked, then realized he had misunderstood her words.

How the hell do you misunderstand THOSE words, for fuck's sake! You don't say THAT unless you're about to get it on!

He felt the color rushing to his cheeks this time, but he fought it back and merely leaned back against the couch as she approached, crossing his legs and spreading his arms to each side on top of the couch in a very leisurely fashion. His shirt was still on -thankfully she was lightning-fast changing her clothes, but it was completely unbuttoned. Hopefully he'd be able to play it as if he was just... trying to relax... a lot?

As she sat back down -and boy did she know how to do it nicely, he immediately went for his cup trying to cover up his own embarrassment; but at the exact same time she went for hers. Their hands brushed as they each grabbed their respective cups of sake and drank. This was the very first time they touched.

Soft...

He downed his cup at once, enjoying the taste until much later, as the aftertaste lingered in his taste buds.

"This... is good!"

She seemed to either not pay attention to his open shirt or made it look as if she didn't. She was good. Even better so because now he felt encouraged to just remain that way, practically shirtless. Her question was good enough to deviate the attention from the whole shirt thing -his and hers, and Tatsuo couldn't help applauding her small talk skills.

"Well... believe it or not, you're actually drinking with fucking royalty. I am the last heir of a powerful clan. Impressive, huh."

His tone was too obviously sarcastic for his comment to be taken otherwise. He poured himself another cup and took his time to savor it this time, making sure to enjoy every sip. He had some of the best sake in Japan back at his own place, but he rarely got to drink this good outside his home. The girl had good taste.

He finally put his cup down and smirked at her.

"If a long-dead and forgotten clan can be consider powerful, that is."
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Nami almost spit out her drink, her surprise evident on her face at his confession. She swallowed/breathed the sake and started coughing putting her cup down no where near as quietly as before. Covering her mouth with her hand she waited till the coughing fit ended before moving it and clearing her throat.

"did you say an heir to a clan?" she asked leaning closer to him, obviously interested. Her gray eyes practically twinkeling. "Like a yakuza or something?" she asked again leaning closer to him. It made so much sense now, the way he looked, all the tattoos visible across his chest. He was probably covered head to foot. "because I was the heiress to the Somoto-gumi before the fire came." it was funny how the very thing she tried so hard to hide was now pouring out of her mouth. Before she knew it she had even rested her hand upon his.

"The reason I'm always dressed like a westerner is because my fiance, Kayashin Kyoshi, he was going to kill me after our wedding since all that was left was my father's money. I guess he figured without any men to inherit or land I wasn't worth keeping around." she shrugged her shoulders and titled her head a bit to the left. "So when I heard I offed him. Guess his daddy's still sore since he hasn't called off the hunt." her eyes lowered from his to his bare chest, her eyes trailed over each of his beautiful tattoos as she continued speaking.

"So with some help I joined Wo Shing, thought if I started playing with the big boys I wouldn't have to worry about the little bullies anymore ya know? but unfortunately I'm still not sure how safe it would be to walk around looking like me so blonde hair, and western clothes it is." Her eyes continued to look over the details of the artwork on his body, most people would find the, intimidating but not Namida, she found them to be lovely, Dragons, samurai, tigers and ogres covered the expanse of his chest in such color and detail she made a mental note to ask him about the artist later before moving her eyes up to meet his.
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Interesting story. Funny how she just went ahead and let it all out like that. One would think that'd be something you'd want to keep private. Tatsuo himself didn't really talk about his past unless he was asked directly by a higher up, and then he'd stick to the bare essentials. Then again the liquor probably had something to do with it. He figured there was no real reason to hide it anyways, since like she said, she was now under the protection of Wo Shing.

It was funny how much her story resembled his so much. Two heirs, two clans, both dead and fucked up. They were heirs of nothing, king and queen of worthless dirt, now mere orphans taken in by a bigger, uglier stepfather: Wo Shing.

"Kayashin, huh... that name rings a bell somewhere."

He took another sip of sake, still careful to drink slow after savoring it for a moment. Sake always made things better. He turned to look at her as she lavishly run her eyes up and down his body. She seemed to favor the shirtless look, so he half-smirked at her as he put his cup down and removed his shirt altogether, casually tossing it aside.

"There. Have a better look."

He wasn't fond of having those tattoos, to be quite honest; they were quite troublesome. But he sure liked the attention they always got him. He straightened his back so that the pictures looked their best and picked up his cup once more.

"Anyways, Namida-kun. I do not get how you still worry so much about some petty thugs. I'm sure you've become much stronger under Eiji's training; you can probably handle whatever they throw at you by now. On top of that you have Wo Shing backing you up. You mention that to whoever tries to mess with you and it should make them think twice. Besides..."

He took another sip as he looked her in the eye.

"...you're far too beautiful to be hiding behind a mask. That much I agree with that crazy bastard."
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Namida blushed a bit as he removed his shirt. To most people Tatsou-san was probably 'plain' but rather than a pretty face Nami had always admired a man with a strong build, a face was something you were born with, a body showed off the work you put into it. Gave more of an indication of what sort of man stood before you, Tatsou-san had a build that showed years of hard work and experience. Things that were much more respectable than a pretty face.

She finished her first cup and set it back down. God she had a case of the nerves tonight. 'Gotta calm down' she thought 'you're over thinking things nothing's gonna happen' She kept thinking to herself. Besides, though she didn't really know him well it didn't take a genius to figure out a man like Tatsou-san didn't stick to one type of drink, no he seemed like the kind that saw the world as an open bar.

She chuckeled nervously at his words. Yes many would agree the black hair suited her far better but old habits died hard and hiding herself had become just that, habit.

"Thank you, Tatsou-san, but I don't think I'll be donning my kimonos and geta any time soon. Western clothes make for easier fighting anyways." Her gaze dropped down from his. Staring at his bare chest wasn't much better but she liked his tattoos, they reminded her of the boys back in the Somoto-gumi, Papa and Shunsuke included. "you have quite a bit of artwork" she said leaning to the side to look at his back delighted to find it covered as well. The best one was a large dragon. Shunsuke had had one very similar, Papa's dragon had been on his chest. He had had the Somoto butterfly on his back, same as Nami.

"You know I have one of these too," she said reaching out and trailing her finger along the dragon's body. Strating from the tip of the tail to it's head where she stopped. "It's a butterfly, the sign of my family. Right here." She said in a low voice.
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"So I'm told," he replied with a smirk as she leaned in closer and closer, like a tiny little fish going for the tasty bait, unaware of the vicious hook hidden within.

As she started caressing his back, his whole skin got goosebumps from her touch and his crotch came alive instantly. He was sitting in a much more comfortable posture now, and he was relieved for it or else he'd have to move again, and that was something he definitely did not want to do right now.

His hand came to rest on her waist as she practically bent over him to have a better look. She was so close he could smell her scent, and that was the one thing that made Tatsuo crazy: a woman's scent. Not her perfume, but her natural scent. He closed his eyes to perceive it better if only for a second, then opened them again.

As she mentioned her own tattoo, Tatsuo's eyes brightened up. Images of her naked back instantly flooded his head and saliva formed yet again in his mouth. He turned his head towards hers and whispered, practically in her ear.

"Show me."

Tatsuo never really asked for stuff. He commanded.
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Nami jumped slightly at the feel of his hand resting on her waist. She froze not really sure what she should do now. It had been years since she had been this close to any man, Well except Eiji-sama but he had almost killed her multiple times during training not something to really worry about, not like this! Maybe inviting her boss over had been a big mistake after all.

She parted her soft pink lips to say something when Tatsou-san's voice ran through her ear.

"Show me"

Oh god. her face lit up and she suddenly felt like the room had grown 10 degrees hotter. She pulled back looking him in the eyes. That look was there, the heated look that she had seen before in men's eyes. Usually when she was trying to get them alone to off 'em but this was different. Way different. Tatsou-san wasn't some dumbass chump about to get a knife in the throat, and she wasn't playing the part of an easy tramp in a club. No this was real, way too real.

She swallowed once looking every bit as nervous as she was but still she nodded and turned around, sitting on her legs. She sat up keeping her back straight and took a shaky breath. Then silently red cloth slipped down her milky white, slender shoulders. It fell down her back as she lowered it down to her lap revealing the large red and black symbol on her back. she turned her head and looked back at him out of the corner of her eye. Her face was almost as red as the flames in her tattoo. Sitting, waiting to see what he was going to do.
Edited by Namida, Feb 11 2014, 01:18 AM.
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He looked on, enjoying every second of it. Her slender figure slowly revealed as the fabric slid down her tender skin, the blushing of her cheeks as she obediently did as she was told... and oh, god that scent... permeating the air. The butterfly was revealed at last, but all he could see was the delicate line of her bare shoulders, the tiny crease forming in her waist line as she half-turned to look at him, visibly embarrassed... yet eager. Her shoulder blades were especially exquisite, and he could feel the rising urge to kiss them... to taste her skin.

Tatsuo moved closer, kneeling right behind her. Both his hands made contact with her body: one gently holding her -now bare, waist and the other trailing softly along the lines of the butterfly depiction on her back. His fingertips barely touching her skin, caressing it as they followed every single line of the delicate artwork.

"It's beautiful."

Tatsuo's gaze moved to find hers, the desire in his eyes too evident to ignore. The hand on her waist moved up to her chin, holding it gently as he turned her face directly towards his.

"And so are you... Namida."

His lips found hers, caressing them softly at first, but quickly finding their way into a more sensuous, passionate kiss.
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