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The sleek white plane ripped past the Tokyo Airport tower, surprising its occupants. The plane was impressive looking, a blindingly white international private jet with a large H painted on the tail, a large golden crown embossed over it. The tower operator stared at it in horror, recognizing the symbol of a large conglomerate in the United States that had many ties to very dark organizations. The Hongou name was well known in well-to-do circles for its pharmeceuticals and military grade biological chemicals, and in darker circles it was well known for its ability to acquire anything... for a price.

The tower operator reached past the radio operator with a suddenness, hitting a small red button marked "Do Not Touch". All radio communications within the airport were immediately cut, as the tower operators voice cut in shakily. Everyones gaze turned in wonderment to the nearest speaker, wondering what was going on.

"Attention all customers. I apologize for the delay but please remain inside of your planes and at the terminals. As of right now all access to the airstrip is denied, and all planes are temporarily delayed. We apologize for the inconvenience, but please remain calm as we deal with a situation. Thank You. Will all personnel from Section A please report to Runway 12, I repeat, all staff from Section A please stop what you are doing and report to Runway 12."

The wide eyed tower operator slowly let off the button and stood up, his eyes never leaving the plane now landing on the afore-mentioned runway. A large black limo pulled up onto the runway, followed by a score of dark military-style Hummers, stopping just outside the plane. By now every eye in the airport was locked onto the runway, and jaws droped open as a long, slim, pale leg stepped out of the limo, followed by the most exquisite body you can imagine. Her dress flowed silkily, a long slit running high up the thigh on the side of her long legs. Its pure whiteness was only offset by the many jewels adorning her arms and neck, the latter of which dropped down into an extremely low cut front, draped loosely over an ample bosom. Her hair was long and black, shining in the afternoon soon like freshly cut onyx. Many would say afterwards that she was probably the most perfect asian they had ever seen, something you would see in a rare modelling magazine on the front cover.

The woman stood pristinely outside of the plane, waiting patiently for the door to open. The steps slowly opened outwards, stopping quietly once they reached the ground. The interior was dark and quiet, no sound coming from within for a few moments. Suddenly loud laughter erupted from within, and a curious man stepped confidently out of the plane, stopping once he stood on firm ground. Looking straight up, he reached his arms straight into the air, stretching his stiff muscles. Bones cracked and popped and muscles strained against the cloth confining them, and the man sighed in pleasure, taking off his coat and draping it over one arm, approaching the woman. His eyes took her in appreciatingly and his hand reached out to take hers.

"Well, some welcome they prepared for me. I expected some old man to be greeting me, not some young goddess," he said smoothly in english, kissing her hand. His lips lingered over her knuckles, his eyes looking up at hers, locking onto them. The woman blushed furiously and merely shook her free hand, pointing to the car, not understanding much english but guessing at its meaning. She made no move to free her hand though, and the man smiled slyly at her, gripping her hand more tightly and pulling her towards the car. "My name is Kuro, why don't you join me for a drink, it's been a long flight and I've had no one to keep me company this entire time..." he said in japanese this time. The woman blushed harder, but allowed herself to be led to the car. Kuro slid into the seat and pulled her after, noticing how she leaned down from the waist instead of sliding in sideways, allowing him a very good view of her ample cleavage. At her shy smile, he smiled darkly, "God I love Japan," he said in english once again, his grip tightening on her hand.

Outside, various personnel especially trained to deal with MVPs silently went about their work, preparing the plane for storage in the hangar, and getting various things ready. They wondered why the cars were not leaving, until one man stuck his head into the plane to see what it was like inside, and yelped as he ducked out the door and fell on his butt outside, missing the steps completely. Other personnel looked over questioningly, following his gaze towards the doorway of the small jet.
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From afar, dressed in plain black trousers and shirt, Eiji watched annoyed at the grand entrance made by Kuro and those stupid snobs.

They were good clients, no doubt about that, but in their attempt to seem grateful for having lending them a hand and providing them a good service, the idiots had sent Kuro back in one of their private jets, brought in a fucking parade of gangster-looking cars to pick him up, and put up a big show to have Kuro's pictures on the papers next thing tomorrow morning.

This proved even Eiji himself could overestimate people.

One would think such a large corporation would know better than to expose my people this way...

He would have to keep Kuro out of the public view for a while, it was damned bothersome.

Shaking his head, Eiji pulled out his cellphone and dialed his number.
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Another person emerged from the depths of the small plane. One would probably expect another well dressed man radiating power and confidence, or maybe an assistant of some sort, hurrying along with a briefcase and talking on a cell phone; but instead at the top of the stairs stood a teenager. A fairly short boy who in his baggy black pants, crimson beanie, blue Vans, and black t-shirt adorned with skulls and long stripped sleeves; looked as if he belonged outside of a mall with a bunch of other skater kids blaring GreenDay music with a portable boom box. He walked down the steps while slinging a black messenger bag over his shoulder, looking down at the ground as if refusing to face the crowd of eyes now set upon him. Ignoring the rest of the world he made his way to the limo and reached it seconds after the woman sat down. “oi watch out” he muttered tossing his bag into the limo so that it landed between the two occupants already inside. “scuse me…” he said then leaning over the woman grabbing onto the back of the seat for balance as he moved past her. His gray eyes stared into Kuro’s for a moment before he closed them looking irritated. “Man Nii-san, that flight seemed to take forever, though I’m sure you probably didn’t notice it since you were awful busy with the flight attendant…” the boy said as he plopped down between the two adults. If the woman hadn’t been so shocked and irritated by the teen she might have noticed that his voice was rather… high, just like a girl’s; or maybe that his neck was awfully slender and void of an Adam’s apple.

The reason for all of this was of course that the boy wasn’t a boy at all but instead a girl who had been in hiding for some time. She stared up at Kuro for a minute obviously angry but before he had time to react she turned to the skimpy dress woman.
“So are you supposed to be someone important?” she asked skeptically, “Because honestly you don’t look like you have enough brains in that face-lifted head of yours to solve the problems on the back of a child’s cereal box” ‘Tomo’ stated staring at the woman with a somewhat blank look. The woman looked as if she was at a loss of what to say so ‘Tomo’ continued before the woman had a chance to recover. “Ah but you must be smarter than that… I mean you were smart enough to use what assets you did have, and that must have taken a lot of planning and plastic surgery, Cause well…” ‘Tomo’ then pointed to the woman’s waist which appeared to be almost as thin as the cross-dresser’s, “ya know with that waist there’s no way your body could produce enough fat to make these hooters….” She then gestured to the woman’s rather large rack with a look of unamused disbelief. This seemed to strike everyone in the car speechless but still the now apparently rude ‘boy’ pressed on “Or are you one of those people who suck the fat out of their stomachs and shove it into other parts of their bodies….” ‘He’ tapped a single black polished finger to his chin as if trying to remember something. “What’s that called again?” ‘he’ asked before turning back to Kuro as if really expecting him to answer, though the true motive was to see how pissed off Kuro was and whether or not it would be a good idea to sleep with a baseball bat nearby.
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Kuro neatly caught the bookbag as it was tossed into the car and dropped it neatly to his side, his smile never leaving the woman in the seat next to him. He knew what was coming, he had come to expect it over the last year of living with Tomo. As the "boy" crawled into the seat next to him and began his tirade on the other woman in the car, Kuro neatly moved so that the uncouth girl wouldn't sit on his suit and wrinkle it.

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“So are you supposed to be someone important?”


Kuro rolled his eyes as he listened to Tomo, and let her finish her little rant while he looked around the airport. He really didn't care if anyone knew he was here, they had nothing on him anyway. As far as anyone else knew, he had accepted a business offer as an architect for a large building in Florida, and had just now returned to Japan courtesy of the Hongou Corporation. Of course, even Tomo didn't know the true reason Kuro had gone to the US, although she did know it was for a job other than legal. Nothing really caught his attention, but there wasn't really much he could look for anyway in the crowded terminal. He knew he stood out farm more than anything else would at the moment, so he mentally shrugged and turned his attention back to the bratty kid next to him. Reaching out with his arms, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, her attention on the woman on the other side of Kuro. With one hand he gripped her chin and mouth, squeezing a bit, and with his other arm he draped across her chest, patting her chest fondly.

"Kids say the darndest things don't they, dear?" he said smoothly, his voice dripping like honey. "Look at this perfectly flat chest and smooth face, he wouldn't know a beautiful woman if he saw one, give him a few years to appreciate a true beauty like yourself," he said to the woman, squeezing Tomo's chest guard a bit, as if he was admiring washboard abs. "Either that or maybe he does realize just how amazing you are, just as I do, but he doesn't know how to express himself well," he said roguishly, laughing loudly. The woman blushed deeply and took that time to stare out the window at a spec of gravel on the ground while she tried to gather some semblance of dignity. Her hands fidgeted nervously and a bead of sweat appeared on her forehead. Kuro grinned darkly at her and lowered his chin to rest on Tomo's shoulder.

"You're a few years too early to get jealous of me," he whispered hotly into Tomo's ear. To punctuate his point he bit down on Tomo's ear a bit and licked her earlobe before his phone rang, interrupting his fun. Sighing, he reached down with the hand cupping Tomo's chin and fished out his cellphone, flicking it open and holding it to his ear as he looked once more around the airport. He left his other arm where it was, letting it wander idly as he forgot that he even had any company in the car with him for the moment. Only a few people knew his number, and all of them were business besides Tomo. His face took a very serious look to it of a sudden as he spoke quietly into the receiver.

"I've just landed, but I'm sure you know that by now. We'll be leaving and arriving at my house momentarily," he said simply, waiting for the confirmation on the other end, if there even was one, or any subsequent orders. The number on the cell phone showed up only as unknown, but Kuro was sure it was most likely Eiji. Everyone in Japan had to know that he was back by now, and Eiji probably knew sooner than most. Kuro had purposely not made any contact with Wo Shing during his stay in America, not wanting to raise any flags with Interpol by calling international numbers often. While the Honjou payed off the law enforcement well, even they couldn't save someone from being an idiot.

The woman glanced quietly over at him questioningly, but he merely scowled at her and shot her a dark look full of even darker promises. The woman squeaked a bit and shifted her gaze quickly back out the window, her eyes wide. Her arms shook a bit from meeting his gaze, not knowing where the charming man from earlier had gone, to be replaced with what looked like a hungry beast, ready to devour her soul. She made a mental note never to take these jobs ever again, her mother had told her it would get her killed one day. Even if the pay was good, she could honestly say she had just stared Death right in his inky black eyes. She resolved to forget all about this weird man with his bishoujo looking traveling companion.
Edited by Kuro-san, Feb 11 2009, 04:04 AM.
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"No, you'll be going downtown, ditch the rest of the parade, drive down backstreets long enough to lose any tails, get off your car, walk to the west end of the park and look for our car. Then we meet at your house, which is being cleaned for bugs as we speak."

*click*

Eiji sighed as he put away his phone. Kuro was good at his thing and one of the few people he could count on not to screw things up on a regular basis- though you could never be too sure, but he was too immature for his own good sometimes. Then again, Eiji was specially cold and uninterested in regards to most anything in life, so it came easy to him not craving money, luxury, attention, pleasure, love... he was flawless because he couldn't be distracted by those things, making him an impossible man to bribe or tempt in any way.

Eiji had come to understand all of this slowly and painfully, and had stopped expecting everyone in his organization to behave the way he did. Seth was one to enjoy most pleasures in life himself, but the man's age and experience added to his cold and calculating mind made him an extremely rare exception.

Young Kuro was a quick learner though, and if he ever made a mistake it usually happened only once and never again. Eiji hoped today was no exception.

"What the hell are you still waiting for damn it, drive already!"

The driver quickly started the car and shifted gears in a blink as they left the airport fast, yet smoothly. Not a good thing to get on his boss' nerves when he was in a bad mood.

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Nami could feel her face growing hot as Kuro’s hand found it’s way onto her chest, sure her breasts were flattened beneath a denim vest but to a girl like nami, who still had some ‘purity’ left, his hand resting in such an area was unsettling enough. ‘Don’t be stupid….’ She scolded herself not even listening to what he was saying to the bimbo. ‘You’ve beaten, tortured, even killed people who’ve done you no wrong. Something this should be no-’ suddenly Kuro’s breath on her ears snapped her back to reality.

"You're a few years too early to get jealous of me,"

Nami didn’t have time to react before he bit down on her ear in a teasing way. Nami’s face grew twice as hot as before and was probably the same color as the hat she wore. Suddenly Kuro’s phone rang. He answered and shot a dark look at the woman who had apparently been stupid enough to think of listening in. Though Nami still got chills when seeing that look she couldn’t help but smile a bit, somewhat enjoying the obviously more desirable woman’s distress. Though the funny thing was Nami’s bratty attempts to put herself between the man and woman may have saved the woman from a horrid death, though it was rather quiet Nami could hear the words being spoken to Kuro over the phone. Nami was bound to Kuro so her overhearing wasn’t a problem but should it have been that woman to hear Eiji-sama’s orders, well that would have gone quite badly.

It seemed as if the higher ups weren’t happy about the company’s little show of gratitude. Pretty understandable considering who Kuro was. Now it was time for damage control, which would probably take a while but Nami wasn’t complaining. In all honesty the thought of meeting Eiji-sama at the house wasn’t all that appealing to her. Nami had never met a man as cold or as terrifying as him before, just thinking about him made her feel uneasy.
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"No, you'll be going downtown, ditch the rest of the parade, drive down backstreets long enough to lose any tails, get off your car, walk to the west end of the park and look for our car. Then we meet at your house, which is being cleaned for bugs as we speak."


Kuro listened to the voice on the other end of the phone and didn't bother answering. Once Eiji was finished with his speech, Kuro hung up the phone and removed his arm from around Tomo. "Time for work Tomo," he said firmly, ruffling her hair and straightening his clothes. "You're such a paranoid bastard sometimes," Kuro muttered under his breath at the now silent cell phone in his pocket. He would never say it to Eiji's face but he really was a prick when it came to things like this. The law was clear cut on what they could and couldn't do, and as long as they had no evidence of anything, there really wasn't anything they could do. Besides, most of them were paid off anyway.

Leaning over Tomo, he smoothly opened the car door next to the woman beside her, and smiled darkly at her. "Get out," he said simply. The woman stared at him for a second before getting out of the car and standing there stupified. Kuro leaned forward and spoke quietly with the driver for a second before sitting back in his seat. Absent-mindedly, he ran a hand over his jaw, realizing he should probably shave soon, as the car took off slowly out of the airport.

A few hours later, Kuro pulled up to his house and sighed as he killed the engine. Leaning forward he put his forehead on the steering wheel for a second and readied his mind for what was to come ahead. He was sure Eiji would want to perform some show of superiority like he always did, and he might as well be calm when he went in. Looking over at Tomo, he stared at her for a second before saying, "Let's go. He's going to be in there most likely, be on your toes." Kuro opened his door and walked around to the back of the door, popping open the trunk. He was sure there was people watching his home, but he didn't care. Kuro left work at work, and his home was his home. He wasn't the type to do anything at his own home which would compromise his security. Dragging his luggage out, he dropped it on the ground softly before reaching in and grabbing Tomo's. "Come get your luggage, kid," he called out to her, dropping hers by the side of the car.

Grabbing the last of his stuff, he threw the garment bags over one arm and picked up his large suitcase in the other, walking smoothly up to his front door. Putting in the key, he noticed a few scratches around the doorjam, but he had expected them to check his place while he was gone. He ignored it, mentally cataloging it for later fixing. Kuro pushed open the door and was greeted by the sight of a fine layer of dust over everything, complete with footprints on the floor. "They really are idiots sometimes," he muttered to himself, trudging through the house to his bedroom in the back. He sat the luggage down on the least dusty spot he could find, and hung the garment bag in his closet before walking into the living room and plopping down on the sofa. Kuro clicked the TV onto ESPN and stared at it blankly for a moment before speaking to the empty air around him.

"We're back," he stated obviously, not bothering to take his eyes off the TV.
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"I know."

Eiji's voice came from behind Kuro. He was sitting on a small yet comfortable chair placed in a darker corner of the living room. He seemed busy as always, looking through some papers as he spoke.

Kuro wasn't the most polite person he knew, he hardly had any manners actually, but Eiji couldn't care less about stuff like that unless it was some sort of an 'official' occasion. This was merely an informal visit, as Eiji's intentions were simply making sure everything regarding Kuro was fine and smooth. The kid tended to go astray sometimes, probably driven by his naturally unstable and wild attributes, as bestowed onto him by the beast dwelling inside.

"The house was clean, which means you haven't given the police reasons to bug it. That's good."

Compliments came extremely rarely out of the crime lord's mouth and this was a good a compliment as gets when it came to him. Eiji might seem paranoid at times, but it was that 'paranoia' what made Wo Shing the flawless, perfect crime organization it was. Even if the police were paid, even if they had no proof, no evidence... they would still know they were involved, and thus they'd be watching. When you took the trouble to be subtle, secretive and cover your tracks, when you made sure there was no trace whatsoever of your activities... then nobody would even think of watching them. That was the difference between Wo Shing and other, weaker Yakuza and the like, who couldn't move a finger without somebody somewhere taking a photograph.

"Private Jets are quite comfortable, so I do hope you're not too tired to give me your report."

Of course he knew how the operation went already. Eiji wouldn't send one of his men anywhere without keeping good track of them and their situation. That wasn't the kind of report he was expecting and he was sure Kuro knew that. It was the things he didn't yet know what he wanted to hear; one year was a pretty long time after all, and anything out of the ordinary should be taken note of immediately so that precautions could be taken.
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Nami sighed and grabbed her bags off the driveway; kuro was already inside the house. She looked around the front yard a minute; it seemed almost dreamlike after being away for so long. She then hurried into the house her eyes fixated upon the ground. She walked quickly into her room forcing herself not to look around until she had reached her bedroom and closed the door behind her. ‘Lucky it’s in the front of the house….’ She thought, the idea of meeting Eiji-sama face to face without Kuro there was rather unsettling. She dropped her suitcase on the bed and opened it, first things first she had to change out of her ‘angry teen boy’ look into something more professional.

“Normally I’d wear a kimono but that takes too long to put on…..” she muttered as she threw her vest into the corner and fastened a real bra on instead. Quickly she fished out her black pleated skirt and a blue button up blouse. After fastening a tie around her neck she slipped on a pair of low black heels and checked her face in the mirror. She had no make up on but her skin looked good so she figured that was okay, she wasn’t striving to be some stunning beauty like the big breasted bimbos that seemed to flock around these sorts of men. She opened the door and walked into the living room, Kuro was on the couch while Eiji-sama was sitting off in the darker corner reading papers. She felt a creepy crawly feeling go up her spine.

Her thoughts traveled back to when her father was alive and had business associates over. She glanced at Kuro wondering I he had even offered Eiji-sama any tea, probably not. She took a deep breath and let it out silently before speaking up in a clear but pleasant voice. “Excuse me Eiji-sama, Kuro-san but would either of you like something to drink?” she asked. Standing with perfect posture and forcing a smile that could’ve fooled just about anybody, there was no outward signs of the nervousness she felt at the moment. Normally she didn’t bother to hide her emotions but in a sense this was work.
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"The house was clean, which means you haven't given the police reasons to bug it. That's good."


Kuro didn't allow himself to react to the man's voice, but he was glad the man was pleased. Kuro really didn't want his house to have to put up with the stress of an angry Eiji, and he doubted the flimsy house would survive it. Kuro stared at the T.V., waiting for him to continue. He doubted he was only here to comment on Kuro's lack of police attention.

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"Private Jets are quite comfortable, so I do hope you're not too tired to give me your report."


Kuro flinched slightly at this, figuring it would come up eventually. He brushed it away though, and flipped randomly through the channels on the T.V.. As he was about to answer Eiji, Nami walked into the room. Kuro stared at her for a second, as she was dressed in normal clothes, but refocused his attention on the television. It irritated him a little that she would purposely dress that way for someone other than him, but on the other hand he didn't really care. It's not like he had any claim on her.

"Do whatever you want," he said to her evenly, turning his attention back to Eiji.

"Other than the job I was hired for, I of course kept my own tabs on everything while I was there," he said. Kuro reached into his pocket and fished out a small blackberry. Hitting a series of buttons, he pulled up a secure folder and opened it. "Pass this to him please Nami," he asked her before she left the room to make tea, if she did. Still staring at the T.V., he explained the pictures and files contained within.

"All of those files are encrypted and read-only from that unit only. The first few pictures are of their compound. As you can see they don't really hide anything, since they pay everyone off, but they don't really have much to show yet," Kuro gave Eiji a second to go to the next picture. "They don't have much of a following yet for their darker operations, which is why they probably contacted you about hiring someone, so they aren't much of a threat to anyone right now."

Kuro sat there a minute, letting him scroll through the pictures. "The files there are some of their accounting statements, both public and private, showing where their money is going. Their accountant for their private operations is a rather... open woman, and I was able to convince her to allow me access to the computers for a little while," he continued. "The amount of money they have is mind-blowing, its no wonder they could afford to hire foreign operatives. Given the right management of that excess money and a strong leader, I think that the Hongou Corporation could become an extremely powerful force to be reckoned with."

Kuro waited for him to look through those files, then continued, remarking on the next set of files. "The next set of files is personnel data I accumulated on the leadership I was able to meet. I wasn't able to meet with Mr. Hongou himself, but I was able to meet with the vice-CEO of the corporation, whose file is first there. In my opinion, hes a complete idiot, like most of the others included there. The only thing they have going for them is money, and showed a complete lack of ambition or knowledge to push Hongou above a simple mafia-style organization."

"There's more information on there if you want it, including daily reports of everything we did, down to the time we woke up and went to bed, and what we ate while there. I can copy it and encode it onto a disk if you want, or you can take that with you," he said calmly. After all it was easy to get another one, and he would have to destroy the files soon anyway. Kuro continued to watch the T.V., settling on some news program about a man named Alex Rodriguez. He had heard a little bit of it while he was in America, and was curious how it had turned out. He waited to see if that was what Eiji wanted to know. He didn't know how much Eiji knew, but he figured he would find out soon.
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"Yes, please. Green tea for me."

Eiji spoke to her cold as ever, but there was no reason not to be polite. The girl after all had much better manners than Kuro and knew a lot better how to behave properly. That sort of thing had to be encouraged if proper education and training was to succeed someday.

He took the telephone and browsed through the files as Kuro spoke, taking a quick mental note of what he saw. After he was finished he turned off the phone and took the SIM card out, then replaced it with a new one.

"Neither is necessary. Here's your new number, anyone who needs to have it already does. I trust you didn't enable blue tooth at any time? Anyways, you did well and as you know our people there gave you following so I'm not worried. Now is there anything else you think I might want to know about your stay there? Anything out of the ordinary, any trouble you might have gotten into?"

Eiji's eyes pierced the dimly-lit room, holding onto Kuro's as he asked. He didn't bother asking about the girl, he knew everything about her already and was actually good he was sort of coaching her. He was interested in Kuro's personal issues; a year was a long time and in such a strange land like America where nobody knew him the kid could have lost control one time or another. The memory of the beast breaking loose and Eiji almost having to give the order to execute him was as fresh as always.

Kuro was a risk, a wild card usually not tolerated by Wo Shing policies, but his skills, experience and wit were a good asset. Most of the time the man knew what he was doing better than anyone else.
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Nami felt a bit or irritation as kuro replied first.

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“Do whatever you want,"


Nami took the cell phone kuro held out for her letting her fingers brush against his a bit more than necessary. She handed it Eiji-sama with a slight bow and walked off into the kitchen to make the tea he had asked for.

Nami had grown up as the arranged bride for yakuza’s son, so her father insisted upon her taking all sorts of lessons. Dancing, tea ceremony, and shamisen playing were just a few of them. she quietly made the tea listening to two men talk. it all seemed sort of like an alternate version of her days with father, though back then she’d have been dressed in a nice kimono, sat beside her father, and went through the steps of the tea ceremony with her father’s guest. She smiled to herself, that old man was always a sucker for tradition.

She set the Japanese tea set onto a tray and carried it back into the living room.
it seemed as if the two were still talking.
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"Now is there anything else you think I might want to know about your stay there? Anything out of the ordinary, any trouble you might have gotten into?"


Nami felt her face turn red as she thought back to the event that took place during their first two days in America. surely Kuro wouldn't report on that

She set it down on a small table beside the seat Eiji-sama sat in, silently hoping the man wouldn't notice the tint of red to her face as she took a glance at Kuro. She figured since Kuro hadn’t asked for anything it was fine if she didn’t prepare him anything. She picked up the tea pot and poured the tea with a steady hand before setting it down making as little noise as humanly possible. She picked up the cup and handed it to him.
“Here you are Eiji-sama is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?” she asked him taking a few steps back her long fingers lacing together as her hands rested neatly in front of her. A perfectly sweet smile adorned her face as she tried to will her face back to it;s normal color.
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"Neither is necessary. Here's your new number, anyone who needs to have it already does. I trust you didn't enable blue tooth at any time? Anyways, you did well and as you know our people there gave you following so I'm not worried. Now is there anything else you think I might want to know about your stay there? Anything out of the ordinary, any trouble you might have gotten into?"


Nami's touch across his fingers snapped him back into the reality of his situation. It wasn't just himself that would face punishment if he pissed Eiji off. Straightening himself up, Kuro stood silently and walked over to the window, his hands behind his back. He didn't answer Eiji for a moment, wondering if he should divulge the one thing Eiji had no way of knowing. After all, the only other people to witness it were Namida, and a handful of dead men that certainly wouldn't tell. He figured it better to leave that out of his story, it was better that way for now.

As Namida walked back into the room, Kuro's eyes flickered to her for a second before responding. "The mission was successful, and no one knew of my involvement outside of the Hongou Corporation and lived." Kuro didn't want to reveal what had happened during the operation, he wanted to investigate it on his own for now. If what he thought was true, there was more to this trip than a simple assassination.

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“Here you are Eiji-sama is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?”


Kuro was amazed at how well she handled the situation, he knew that he was far more obtuse when it came to dealing with Eiji. He couldn't help it, he just wasn't good with control issues. The beast inside always wanted to be the Alpha, and only Eiji's ridiculous level of strength even let Kuro follow his orders. Kuro was glad to have her there, and had almost come to rely upon it lately.
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