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[Rekaigan]

It was the middle of Autumn, each coming day, the tree leaves browned and fell from their branches as the frigid wind swept past. It was raining tonight. The calm sound of droplets splashing onto the tiles of the balcony of a small apartment room. But there was nothing calm about the air that stilled in the room of a young man.

There were 4 men in the darkened apartment. Three wearing suits and one wearing a hoodie and a pair of jeans. Two tall, broad shouldered, look-alikes stood beside a slightly shorter man. He looked very young. At least in his mid 20's. He looked like a mix between an Asian and a Caucasian. A half if you will. His thick black hair made his sharp, icy blue eyes stand out. The young man looked very calm, in contrast to the other young man who was backed up against a wall by the three other's sheer presence. "So, Mr.Stafford. Where is my money?" the blue-eyed man inquired with a slight smirk.

"I-I said I could get it to you by n-next month!" the blond responded in a panicked fashion. The man's smirk turned to a slight frown. "Cocaine is a very expensive commodity, my friend. And it looks like you've been using it rather than selling it." He paused as he slowly pulled out a silenced pistol from his inner jacket pocket, cocking the slide before pointing it at the blond man. "We're lucky that we didn't give you very much to sell. However we've already lost money trusting you with the trade. I'm sure this bullet is more valuable than your life right now."

Fear took hold of the cornered man, "P-Please! I-I-I beg you! I-I'll get you the money! I p-promise! Please don't kill me!" He panicked. It was natural. He was about to die after all. Stafford's thoughts ran wild, his life flashing before his eyes as his mind started to break down.

"Father's orders are absolute." he replied simply, his cold gaze piercing mercilessly into the fear stricken man.

Clack.....Thud.

A rather pitiful scene. Stafford's body slumped to the floor, the wall behind him painted with his blood. The blond's body lay still on the carpet as the blood ceaselessly poured from the hole in his skull.

He nodded to the two men that stood beside him as he put his pistol away. Their job was done. Onto the next one. And with that, they slowly made their way to the apartment door.

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The sound of boot heels clicks almost silently down the hall way of the building. The smell of liquor and Autumn drifted along with the body. Rain barely drenched the soft waves of her hair a soaked umbrella hung by the side of a satchel type purse. Clad with an envelope marked belated birthday with a name seemly faded from what would be seen.

It didn't seem hard to figure this wasn't a business call for the lady. She was dressed in leather. Her jacket complimenting the black tank and baggy jeans. A large belt wrapped around her waist. Keeping her jeans to stay on the small waist that accompanied the body. Her boots traveled half way up her thighs keeping the jeans from straying to much.

Knock. Knock.

Her fist hit the door of the apartment Accompanied by her lazily checking her watch. He should have known she was coming. Did she even get the right door? They all looked so similar, he probably confused the number on his door. Stupid addict. She was only doing this because surviving family wanted her to check up on him.

" Hell If you don't open the door. I'm leaving and telling Auntie your dead. "She would say leaning against the wall sticking a match stick in her mouth. The end having been smothered by the rain. If anything she wanted to return too work but that wouldn't be open until later that day. Black-ish hair puffed about her face in as she growled in a frustrated tone.

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As the three men made their way toward the door..

Knock. Knock.

To answer the door, or not to. Those were the only two choices that wouldn't end in another bullet being wasted. However, they were under a schedule. The blue eyed man glanced at his watch. They'd already wasted 2 minutes in silence after killing the drug addict. They couldn't afford to waste any time waiting for this woman to leave. He turned his head slightly to one of the taller men, nodding slightly, "Capture." He ordered simply. One of the men produced a small handkerchief from his inner pocket. The smell of chloroform was strong. The other brought out a longer rag and a small cloth bag.

The paced toward the door in unison, unlocking it and swinging it open with minimal effort. They pulled the woman into the room hastily before closing the door again. The man with the handkerchief pressed it firmly against the woman's face, covering her nose and mouth whilst his other arm wrapped around her, preventing any movement. Anything she tried to say would be muffled by the pressure of the man's hand and the fabric he held.

Unintentionally, she was held in such a way that allowed her clear view of the dead body and the icy blue, menacing gaze of another man that stood nearby. It wasn't long before she passed out from the chloroform. The other man tied the longer cloth around her mouth like a gag before putting the cloth bag over her head.

The man holding onto her hefted her over his broad shoulder before they all moved out.

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Several hours had passed, the woman would awaken in a small room. The walls were a dull gray, cracks of age were visible all around it, there were quite a few bullet holes in the ceiling too. A few light bulbs lit the room, but it wasn't very bright. The woman would noticed that she was tied to a chair and surrounded by a few older men who would be easily identified as 'thugs' or 'gangsters', their attire very sloppy and casual. The smell of cigarette smoke hung in the air as some of them had decided to smoke.

"Didn't the boss say not to smoke down here?" One of them muttered, which was given a very nonchalant response, "Aah who cares, he's not even here right now." As disobedient as always.

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She seems obedient in being dragged into the room. Not screaming as a hand and cloth was over her face. She had been in this situation seemly before. Her legs kicking back in unison towards the man her legs bending back to try and hit him. The smell of chloroform becoming very strong. . Her own blue eyes staring own at the other less buffy man. Barely giving the body a second though. Stupid druggie probably got what he deserved. She would have started making remarks ut her vision went fuzzy as she past out. A letter drifting from her purse towards the ground. The fully title shown.

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She wondered silently where she was. She wished to be ungagged its not as if she would scream. Even though she was currently cracking her neck. Drawing attention towards herself, as the her head turned side to side. The men infront of her looked like customers she would have. Well at least they dressed slightly better on her side of town. She would tap her fingers against the hair swell. The short and simple nails making noise as welll. Even if she was muffle by a gag se still wanted to comment on them being disobedient to their boss. " If he said no smoking, wouldn't you not want to be smoking when he gets down here?"

Her own smell of liquor and seemly that leafy smell of autumn hung loosely from her. Mingling with the smell of smoke. Her dress, if they tried anything was modeled with a long unitard. As if to stop people from seeming anything they shouldn't. her Glaze seemed icy, as much as the man from before's gaze was.
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The men eyed their captive lecherously, muttering amongst themselves, "Ya think we should try her out? I bet the boss is gonna do it anyway. No harm in having the first taste eh?" one of them chuckled.

Click.

The sound of the only door in the room, unlocking. The thugs went silent when the door began to open. A suit clad woman calmly walked through, with a slight look of disgust on her face. Her gaze turned to one of the men that was smoking. In a quick, swift action, she pulled the cigarette out of the man's mouth before pressing the butt into the man's cheek, searing the skin. He howled in pain, doubling back, his ass landing firmly on the floor with his hand on his burnt cheek.

"I don't know why he bothers to hire you mongrels." She growled as she flicked a switch near the light switch. A vent opened, causing a vicious gust to flow through the room. The vent closed again as quickly as it opened, all the smoke was gone, save for the little streams that floated from the butts that the men had dropped. The woman strolled up the to man who had fallen, promptly stepping on his crotch with her heel. "You are to listen to your boss's orders. Do not touch the captive and do not smoke. Is that clear?" She said icily, as cold as her gaze. "Is that clear?!" She shouted as she stepped off the man's crotch. A resounding "Yes ma'am" echoed around the room before they all hurried out.

The auburn haired woman turned to see that the hostage was awake. She slowly sauntered over to the captive, taking the gag out of her mouth. "My apologies for such a display. I hope they didn't do anything rough to you." She said in a rather concerned tone. Her overall expression had changed from very aggressive to very calm within the past few seconds.

"The boss should be here shortly, hopefully he is in a forgiving mood." She sighed.

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She contiuned tapping her finger against the chairs arm as they muttered and talked. Glaring holes into heir skulls. She hated thugs, especially ones who would try and touch the merch. As a new woman walked in the room she chuckled Sightly choking on the gag which for some reason nwa still in her mouth. She didn't know why. What good did it do than cause her to be annoyed. Watching the woman take down the guy she marked a mental note that she should learn some of that. Maybe the lady could teach her. So she wasn't the boss either. Vivi was wondering why she was here in the first place. Her cousin not even on her mind.

" Best entertainment I've had all day." She would say clearly as she pulled of her gag, in a tone laced with charm. A smirk gracing her mouth and her finger continues to tap against the chair. She would examine the ladies features on by one marking them down in her mind before growing bored and staring at the wall again. A cough coming from her mouth. Instinctively swallowing a few times to wash the taste of puke from her mouth. " Disgusting nicotine. The things are cancer waiting to happen. Do you happen to know the time? I have a job I need to be at by 9." She would state plainly " She if i could out on my way before then it would be great. " Her outfit didn't show much of what her job was. More or less it just showed off her figure and tried hard not be reveal anything it shouldn't.

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The woman snickered a little at the captive's comment. "Oh I'm sure you'll be see more of that later." She replied with a smile that leaked with sadism. Her smile disappeared after the woman mentioned going back to work. Did she not understand the situation she was in? Or did she simply not care about her wellbeing? Perhaps she was so dumb that she couldn't understand what was happening.

"Unfortunately, you won't be going anywhere. I hope you understand that being tangled in Mafia business is dangerous. Please do take your position a little more seriously." She explained in a serious tone as she leaned on the back of the captive's chair. If this girl's smart mouth kept going, she'd have to be less kind. Of course, the boss always said to do what's necessary. What is excessive is normally necessary, for her anyway. Let's hope it doesn't come to that, hm? It would be such a shame~

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"Mafia? Oh so he was being a junkie forghe Mafia. Ahh sounds about right." She would say uncannily. It seemed as if she really didn't care if she would die. It didn't matter to her. She had nothing to live for. Going out by the Mafia wasn't the worst way she could go. "Oh darling if I took life seriously.." She would chuckle " Everything would be so so much different. "
Her head would doll to the side and watch the door. Patiently but with a bored look on her face. Totally uninterested in the situation she was in. Thinking of a nice hot shower and maybe some takeout, or she could make. Who was she kinding. Food poisoning before work Was never a great oppertuinity.