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Oct. 13th, 2013 04:59 amIt wasn't something he made a habit out of, listening to other people's demands, but when a mysterious letter, along with a vague threat to reveal some secret or other, gets delivered to his room, clean of postmarks or anything to identify the author, it's like he no longer has a choice.
Come to blahblahblah who gives a shit lane and come alone or we'll spill your dark secret. That's pretty much the long and short of the letter, give or take a word or five. The paper is scrunched up into a ball, stuffed into his pants pocket as he pounds pavement to get where he "needs" to be. The sun slowly sets as he walks, but he doesn't notice until the streetlights pop on for the night.
Kuzuryuu isn't out for blood, at least not yet, but there's a less-than-impressed look on his youthful face. Excessive violence just isn't his style. Why should he get his hands dirty when the, ah, family is full of people eager to score brownie points with the bosses' eldest son? Exactly. Too bad he paid attention to that come alone part, not even telling anyone where he was going.
He's not scared of blackmail. He's not scared of anything, damn it. All he wants to know is whose ass he'll have to beat until the promise silence -- even if the secret they claim to have is nothing major, a man's pride can't stand tall with blackmail on his record.
He finds the entrance to the building he'd been summoned to, pushed the thick door open and steps inside.
"Oi, what's the bullshit all about?" He feels at the side of the wall for a lightswitch, peering into the dark does him no good.
Come to blahblahblah who gives a shit lane and come alone or we'll spill your dark secret. That's pretty much the long and short of the letter, give or take a word or five. The paper is scrunched up into a ball, stuffed into his pants pocket as he pounds pavement to get where he "needs" to be. The sun slowly sets as he walks, but he doesn't notice until the streetlights pop on for the night.
Kuzuryuu isn't out for blood, at least not yet, but there's a less-than-impressed look on his youthful face. Excessive violence just isn't his style. Why should he get his hands dirty when the, ah, family is full of people eager to score brownie points with the bosses' eldest son? Exactly. Too bad he paid attention to that come alone part, not even telling anyone where he was going.
He's not scared of blackmail. He's not scared of anything, damn it. All he wants to know is whose ass he'll have to beat until the promise silence -- even if the secret they claim to have is nothing major, a man's pride can't stand tall with blackmail on his record.
He finds the entrance to the building he'd been summoned to, pushed the thick door open and steps inside.
"Oi, what's the bullshit all about?" He feels at the side of the wall for a lightswitch, peering into the dark does him no good.
