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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Jul 26, 2015 23:55:18 GMT -5
That limp was making the kid take too long by Ryota's reckoning. The boys had gotten pretty rough with Satoru over what had happened, and even after a few days there was a hitch, an indication of some kind of pain, when the boy ran. Teen. Whatever. At least he was keeping up with Ryota's longer strides for the moment, they had places to be tonight. Or at least he did, Satoru had one specific place to be, and with some luck it would get rid of this damn mess the kid had gotten himself into. A whore could set this right, the kid just needed to get the experience and he'd be fine. Besides, he needed Satoru to live, it would take too long to train someone else in how to handle their arsenal.
Most of the streetlamps along the sidewalk were broken near their hideout, but as the pair of gang members approached Jun's side of town things became much brighter. Jun was a classy lady, and she knew how to keep the streets clean of the competition and bright enough to attract business. Ryota had done deals with her, she drove some damn hard bargains, but she was moving up in the world fast. He brothel was already probably one of the best in the city, which was exactly why he'd picked it. Takanabi might not have owned up to Satoru being his kid, but there was some resemblance, and that was enough for rumors to spread to other gangs. They all had suspicions, so Ryota was going to drag Satoru to an upscale brothel to get him fixed, at least then the bitches couldn't talk about it afterwards.
Satoru looked nervous from what Ryota could tell in his peripherals, and the worker that was asking them to disarm before entering further into the establishment probably wasn't helping. The boy had gotten attached to his guns, which was good, meant he was less likely to lose them or break them. "Drop 'em," Ryota grunted, nudging Satoru's upper arm none-too-gently to get him moving.
A glare from the kid, he glared back, almost proud that the brat was getting his backbone back but more annoyed that he was getting it back now.
Satoru disarmed, and Ryota slid his own pistols over the counter to be held for the visit. "We got an appointment." Satoru did, at least. Ryota just needed to make sure he went through with it.
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Post by Kiyoko Jun on Jul 27, 2015 18:51:39 GMT -5
While it wasn't her only line of business, Jun would have to admit that she was particularly fond of her brothel. Most of her income was made here, whether from her girls or the various deals that were made in the back room. The girls were clean, properly trained and they knew what was expected of them, and on the rare occasion that they slipped up it never took much to set them straight again. Between the information she acquired here and her other businesses she had the perfect system, it was only a matter of time before she had all of New Tokyo under her control.
Speaking of which, there was one of the men she had done business with right now. "Ryota," Jun greeted as she entered the lobby. They had made a number of deals in the past and she'd have to admit that she liked Ryota's style. He wasn't a pushover like so many others, and while that could be an annoyance to her at times it did make the end results that much sweeter.
She glanced down to the boy that was with him. "I take it this is who we talked about?" The question was meant to be rhetorical, she knew she was right(she always was), and she gave him a look over. Nervous, but that wouldn't be a problem, it was just that rude look on his face that she refused to tolerate. Jun looked back to the older man. "Won't cause any trouble, will he?" She asked expectantly.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Jul 27, 2015 20:31:36 GMT -5
Ryota nodded to Jun as she entered. It was a good idea to give the woman some respect, no matter what Takanabi thought, Jun was going places and staying on her good side was going to be important in the long run. "Jun," he greeted in return.
At least Satoru hadn't backed down despite the new entrant, the kid better have learned to stand his ground by this point, he'd been in firefights, but even Ryota knew that being unarmed made everything a little less manageable. He shook his head. "He knows what'll come if he fucks up," he said, looking more at Satoru than at Jun. The message was intended for him after all.
Satoru squared his shoulders at that, banishing as much of his nerves as he could in the face of opposition. He could do this, he could fix himself, or he could try at least... But he knew better than to cause trouble for Lady Jun. He liked eating and being able to walk, thanks.
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Post by Kiyoko Jun on Jul 27, 2015 21:23:03 GMT -5
Jun watched Satoru straighten up and nodded. "Good." As long as she got her money and the kid didn't do anything stupid during his visit that was all that mattered. She turned to face the hall and started walking. "Come with me then, she should be ready."
She took the two down the hall to one of the further back rooms, stopping at one of the doors and Jun knocked. "Kiyoko, you have company."
A quick "Yes ma'am!" was spoken and it wasn't long after that that the door opened to reveal a girl wearing a robe. She was small, but definitely a teen, with long dark hair and brown eyes. She stood beside Jun and waited for instruction with her eyes down. It was rude to stare, that was one of the first things she had been taught here.
Jun couldn't help but feel proud, this one had been taught well. She reached over and pushed some of the girl's bangs from her face as she spoke. "Kiyoko is one of my best girls, she's a favorite among our guests." It was easy to see why, the girl was stunning. "Say hello, dear." She told her.
Kiyoko looked up at that, bringing her attention to the two males in front of her, and she smiled before bowing. "Hello, it's a pleasure to be of service to you." Normally she wasn't so formal, but Lady Jun was here to watch and that meant she needed to be as polite as possible. Her owner hated bad manners and she wasn't about to slip up over something so simple.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Jul 27, 2015 21:54:40 GMT -5
Satoru gave a nod to the girl as Ryota jabbed him in the back to prompt him. "Hello," he greeted stiffly in return. How was he supposed to act when meeting a whore? Especially when one of his boss' contacts was nearby? He'd never even considered visiting a whore let alone this. Ryota didn't seem to mind his stiffness, though, and he was grateful for that. If Ryota thought this would fix him, make him normal, then he trusted the white-haired man's judgement, even if he was skeptical. She looked alright, but he didn't honestly see what the other gang members found so great about this...
"Go get acquainted, 'Toru, you've got the night," Ryota said, nudging the younger gangster forwards. If a full night with one of Jun's best wasn't enough to fix him then Ryota was out of ideas. For now, though, he and Jun did have a few things to discuss.
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Post by Kiyoko Jun on Jul 27, 2015 22:27:00 GMT -5
Weird, the boy seemed really nervous, maybe it was his first time? It didn't matter, whatever the reason Kiyoko was sure it wouldn't last too long. She glanced to Jun and got a nod for the go ahead before taking the other teen's hand to lead him into the room. "Come on, it'll be fun~" she assured him while keeping her smile up. Kiyo always had to smile, she didn't like it, but she did. Hopefully this won't be too difficult, it seemed like the hard part was going to be to get him relaxed, and she knew she could do that.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Jul 27, 2015 23:42:46 GMT -5
Satoru let himself be led into the room, repressing his desire to look back to Ryota for some kind of guidance or escape. He knew that at this point that wasn't going to happen, and the door shut behind him to confirm it.
The room was... nice enough. Better than what he'd expected, but he'd never really been in a brothel before anyway. The bed was central, but it also looked like there was a space for drinks and a bit of food (probably to be charged upon consumption). It wasn't huge but it was nice and Satoru wanted out immediately.
How was this even supposed to start?
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Post by Kiyoko Jun on Jul 28, 2015 0:14:15 GMT -5
Kiyoko let go of his hand when she heard the door shut and turned to face him, the poor kid(should she even call him that? They were probably the same age) still looked uncomfortable. She giggled a little and rested a hand on his upper arm. "Don't worry sugar, we don't have to dive right in. Got the whole night, right?" She asked with a wink. "So how about you go sit down and get yourself comfortable, and I'll get us something to drink." A bit of alcohol in his system should get him to loosen up.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Jul 28, 2015 13:13:42 GMT -5
Satoru bit back the urge to flinch or lash out at the contact. He didn't like this at all, he really didn't. He had to do this but damn it...
He sat on the edge of the bed, still silent, as he waited for the drink. Booze didn't do too much for him, but it usually did relax him. Maybe that was all it would take? Every story he'd heard about this had some kind of inebriation factored into it, maybe that was it.
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Post by Kiyoko Jun on Jul 28, 2015 15:13:54 GMT -5
Kiyoko made sure she poured their drinks in his view(a client had been so paranoid once that he was convinced she put something in his drink, that night didn't go so well for her...) and handed him a glass as she sat beside him. "You can talk, you know." She told him playfully. "We'll start simple: why don't you tell me your name?" She'd heard the older man call him Toru, but she preferred waiting until the person introduced themselves before using their names.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Jul 28, 2015 17:34:01 GMT -5
The alcohol didn't smell like ammonia so that was a good sign, not like some of the moonshine he'd had back at the base. Still, he wasn't too keen on drinking it, even if it might help. "My name's Satoru," he said. He didn't have a last name as far as he was aware. Some of the gang members that were practically born into it took 'Takanabi' or the name of their mentor, but he wasn't sure he wanted to be attached to the grand pig himself.
"What's yours?" It wasn't a necessary courtesy. She was being paid to be polite and interested and to do... things, with him, but that didn't mean he had to return the politeness. He took a sip of the drink at was pleasantly surprised by the smooth burn of it. Much better than their moonshine for certain.
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Post by Kiyoko Jun on Jul 28, 2015 17:59:54 GMT -5
"I'm Kiyoko," she replied after a sip. She should probably wait to drink too much until things got started, but it might look bad if she wasn't drinking with him, especially if he was so wound up. "But you can call me whatever you'd like, Satoru." Her free hand was on the bed and inched closer to Satoru's side but was careful not to touch him again just yet. When he started to get more comfortable then she would, but right now she was too concerned that she might make him mad. It wouldn't be the first time someone hit her but she'd like to avoid that happening if she could.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Jul 28, 2015 18:56:33 GMT -5
Satoru just swallowed his nerves as he felt more than saw her hand move closer. He was still on high alert about his injuries, and his side had taken a few bad kicks, he felt justified enough to be vigilant. "Right." He mumbled, keeping his eyes locked on his glass.
He'd seen Takanabi break glasses when he got pissed, just crush them in his hand when given bad news. Satoru had never done it before but he was tensing up so much he was certain he'd crack it at least. "What do we even do?" He asked, refusing to look at Kiyoko. If he looked this would be made realer, he didn't need that.
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Post by Kiyoko Jun on Jul 28, 2015 19:16:11 GMT -5
Kiyoko gave him a soft smile. "Well that's up to you, my job is to do whatever you want me to." A part of her felt sick for saying it, but it was true, that was what slaves did. She just had a more... Specialized area, so to speak. "So there's no reason to be nervous, alright? Just take a moment to breathe, you might feel better if you drink a little more too."
Satoru was tensing up more, that shouldn't be happening and she was beginning to worry. She didn't understand though, why was he so worked up over this?
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on Jul 28, 2015 19:48:27 GMT -5
Right, drink. He took another sip, felt it burn down his throat like molten glass, and it still didn't help. What was wrong? Shouldn't this be working? Shouldn't he be doing something more than just sitting here feeling awkward and uncomfortable?
"Start slow?" he asked, having heard the phrase once or twice thrown around when the elder gangsters told their stories of conquest.
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