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adarkenedxsoul

{ Contacts | Miyabi and Minwoo }

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At the sudden mention of selling his business a little smile once again curled up the corners of his plump lips, his willowy body shifting as he turned his focus back to his bag and unzipped the compartment where his wallet was, tugging it out and unclasping the silken holder, pulling out two card he had stored there, then offering them out between two fingers to Minwoo. “I can do you one better. That’s his name and all of the contact information I’ve got for him as well as my card with all of my contact information.”

After the other male took the business cards from him, Miyabi relaxed back in his seat a bit and glanced at Minwoo, head cocking just faintly, dark locks fluttering about his shoulders. “It seems to me that we’re done here for now, yeah? I’ve got to get home to my girls and relieve their babysitter here directly, so…” He trailed off, a brow arching as if to ask if the other man had any sort of questions or requirements of him left for the moment.

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"You may go. I've my own daughter to take care of. I only trust her in my mother's care for so long after the terrible years of being dressed as a little girl myself." With that he nodded his head and rose, grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair. The waiters and waitresses he passed bowed to him as he slid his jacket on, putting both business cards into the inner pocket of his suit jacket.

The body guards rose as well, following him out silently. His car was waiting at the curb for him, windows tinted black so that whomever tried to look in from the outside would see nothing. It was a safety precaution for him and his most trusted allies, windows made of dark tinted gorilla glass and heavy plated cars. If there was a car waiting for him without he'd not enter.

"Sir," The driver climbed out, opening the door for him. Giving his thanks, he slid into the back seat. A squeal assaulted his ears before he could get his seatbelt on and his arms were filled with a wriggling mass of child. She was almost three and far too smart for her own good.

"Down Sora. Back in your seat." The little girl pouted and climbed back into her seat, buckling herself in with a little difficulty. His mother passed him a clipboard from the passenger seat with his itinerary for the rest of the day. He glanced up from it long enough to wave to Miyabi as he exited the restaurant. "Drive."

At his command they pulled away from the curb, his window rolling up automatically as he poured his attention into his itinerary. He looked up every so often at his daughter's request listening intently to her tales of the day with a small smile. "On second thought, clear my schedule for today. I'm going home ad spending time with Sora."

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adarkenedxsoul

To Do list:

Biography

Personality

Abilities

Set up tags

Actually para/plot with someone

adarkenedxsoul

Updated To Do list:

Obtain a visitor's pass from my former place of work.

#tdl

"Minwoo..."

Anteros. How are you?

{ Contacts | Miyabi and Minwoo }

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Although it was tempting to hold his cards to his chest, Miyabi decided that he should at least tell Minwoo of some of his connections so that the other would be better able to assess his ability to be of any sort of help. “I used to be high up in the music industry. Not just popular with the fans, but with the important men. Even though I’m out of the business at the moment, I still keep in fairly close contact with Yoshiki and, if you know anything about Visual Kei and all of the branches of that part of the music industry, then you know that he’s got connections with everyone and anyone. There’s a fair amount of money laundering, drug use and distribution, as well as prostituion and the like.”

Miyabi paused for a moment and once again sipped at the water he’d been given, exhaling slowly afterward. “I also owned my own business until a few months ago. It was an escort service, extremely exclusive. I sold it for a good chunk of change when I decided I wanted to have children and take some time off… Anyway, I know a fair amount of business men and women not only from Tokyo, but from around the world who wanted some fun while they were visiting, or simply just wanted a pretty man or woman on their arm for an evening. As I value connections, I made sure to endear myself to those I could.” He shrugged his shoulders lightly. “I’m honestly not sure if I want the risk that would come with being your contact. I was actually not even informed of the purpose of this meeting until I arrived.” His perfectly lined eyes rolled a bit at Takeshi’s failure to consult him beforehand.

adarkenedxsoul

"Visual Kei? Yoshiki?" The mention makes him chuckle, knowing very well what it was and who Yoshiki was. He, himself had been one such person when he was younger, in his late teens and early twenties before settling down to become a music teacher and ultimately a Yaukza leader. According to most it was a dark time for his family and other such leaders like himself felt the need to bring up his, musical explorations, so to speak.

Hearing that Miyabi had been part of such a scene did not surprise him. He had seen the other male before when he pursued music as his career instead of his hobby. Minwoo had been young then, uncaring of making friends or contacts that he could later use to his advantage rather than use his own powers.

"I know of your exploits in the music industry as well as Visual Kei and Yoshiki. I, myself, was once an artist such the same. I paraded around with long white blond hair, sporting the name Rose Minwoo, and wearing outlandish clothing. I played the drums and occasionally the guitar or I sang. I was much younger then, though and I've long since dropped music as a career." His finger circled the rim of his glass thoughtfully, drawing out the silence as he mulled over his thoughts with an almost nostalgic expression. It vanished quickly thought as he focused his thoughts on business once again.

"Give me a list of all your known people, the ones that can be useful. Not now, later." He drew a pen from his pocket, scribbling down his office's contact information on a napkin. He slid it over to the other male, as he sipped his wine. "When you have your list, contact this number. A woman will answer and you will tell her you've something for Rose. The line will go dead and you'll be put through to me, understood."

He motioned for one of his men to stand and beckoned him over, pulling down by his tie to mutter his instructions for his secretary into the man's ear. He nodded his head, pulling out his phone and heading into the back of the restaurant to inform her. "Tell me, who did you sell your escort service to? I'll need to get in contact with said person should you start working under me. You'll also have to provide a list of things but that will come later once I've deemed you trustworthy enough."

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{ Contacts | Miyabi and Minwoo }

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Miyabi continued to watch in silence, observing the powerful man in an unobtrusive way, umber irises intent but light in their perusal. “Oyabun,” he stated as if that were an answer to some sort of unasked question, giving a single nod before shifting in his seat so that he could slip his hand into the other male’s, his own fingers calloused but still somehow smooth and decently soft. His grip was firm and professional, despite his natural urge to tease. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Inagawa,” Miyabi replied cordially before once more relaxing back into his seat. “I’m guessing he believes that my intimate knowledge and special relationship with a host of the elite men residing in this area would be of use to you.” He emphasized certain words with an almost amused air, his generous mouth curling upward just slightly as he finished speaking. Miyabi wasn’t a hooker and hadn’t slept with the vast majority of the men he was referring to, but he didn’t bother to say so, feeling no need to clarify one way or the other.

adarkenedxsoul

He slid his hand out of the other’s grasp and tapped his fingers against the side of his glass, listening at the other male spoke, his contact, Mr. Takeshi, already forgotten. Knowing Minwoo’s attentions were off him the man relaxed a little opening his mouth to speak for Miyabi. He was silenced with a look promising fatal injury from the Yakuza Leader should he interrupt the discussion. He shrunk back in his seat, hands trembling.

"How exactly could your knowledge benefit me? I can get more than enough dirty secrets on the people I need without leaving the plush desk chair in my office." Minwoo’s voice was low, holding the same amused tone as Miyabi as he spoke. He wasn’t going to tell them how exactly he could come by such information, not willing to reveal his special bloodline in front of the less than trustworthy client of his and the unknown contact of his.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the waitress shift closer, eyes on the door. His gaze followed hers, catching sight of other men dressed formally in their suits and ties, polished black shoes and slicked back hair. They were escorts and bodyguards assigned to him by his overprotective mother and right hand, The Kumicho and Saiko-komon respectively. The waitress looked to Minwoo, receiving a nod to allow them to enter.

"Mr. Takeshi, your escorts have arrive to take you to where you need to go. If you receive a call it means I don’t need him and have deposited him somewhere you can retrieve him. Try not to get yourself killed. I still have work I need you to finish before you can do that." His smile was anything but sweet as his client was heft from his seat and ushered out the door by two of his four bodyguards. The remaining two took seats at the tables on either side of them, eyes trained on the door and Miyabi.

"Now that he’s gone, we can talk actual business. If I find you to be a rat under his command for the sole purpose of getting information on myself and my family I will not hesitate to kill you. I will do so with the utmost creativity, your body will never be found, and I will continue my day as if nothing happened. Are we understood?" All traces of amusement and teasing left his persons as he sat forward, elbows resting on the table as his folded hands held his chin up.

#p;contacts #elegancesama

adarkenedxsoul

{ Contacts | Miyabi and Minwoo }

elegancesama

Miyabi gave a single, curt nod of understanding before moving onto light small talk, his typical charm working on the older male easily, a near smile on the habitually stern man’s thin lips by the time Minwoo arrived. Umber orbs immediately latched onto the stranger when he spoke, their slight widening imperceptible, but there. Wow he’s attractive. Miyabi had been expecting another older businessman, not the young man before him who seemed to ooze quiet power. Resisting the urge to introduce himself, the slender male sat quietly and allowed Takeshi to speak on his behalf, lightly lined eyes never once straying from Minwoo. "Ishihara Takamasa, he goes by Miyabi. I believe he’d be a good contact for you. He’s got unique connections to a multitude of the men you’ve been attempting to pull in," Takeshi replied levelly. As he spoke, one of Miyabi’s eyebrows rose. A contact. He was extremely surprised, although admittedly further intrigued.

adarkenedxsoul

He unbuttoned his crisp, black suit jacket, sliding it off to hang over the back of his chair before taking his seat across from the other two men gracing his company. He blatantly ignored Takeshi's outstretched hand and words of introduction in favor of browsing the wine menu, calling over a waitress when he made his selection. "A bottle of Chteau La Mondotte Saint-Emilion 1996 vintage."

The waitress nodded, taking the wine menu from him with a smile and turning on her heels to retrieve the bottle for him. While away he took his time eyeing the two men in front of him, one much older and tenser and the other younger and more relaxed. He gave his client a smile which served to make him all the more tense.

"So what exactly was a I called here for? Take no offense Mr. Miyabi, as I believe you like to be called, but you don't look like the type of contact I'm interested in. His maybe," A guitar worn finger was pointed in his now red faced client's direction, "but not mine. Contrary to popular belief in the lesser known business world, I don't make it a habit of picking up clients such as yourself."

He knew his prickly words were rude but that was his intention. He wanted to get a rise out of Miyabi, to see just how well he could handle a verbal onslaught of thinly veiled insults before he cracked. If he could weather through that then there would be no problem talking business without the unwelcome presence of his client.

"Sir your bottle, I took the liberty of bringing new glasses as well. We know how you are about the things you use in public." The waitress reappeared with his bottle and replaced each of the wine glasses on the table with fresh ones. He nodded to her, dismissing her with a tip and a wave of his hand. He motioned for Takeshi to pour the drinks while he settled his attentions back on his new 'contact'.

"Oh, where are my manners, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Inagawa-Noh Minwoo, Oyabun to the Inagawa family." He chose then to extend his hand towards the other male, catching the look of confusion from Takeshi as he did so.

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{ Contacts | Miyabi and Minwoo }

His fingers tapped quickly over the keys of his laptop, phone pressed between his shoulder and ear as he spoke quickly in japanese. The woman on the other line was annoyed with the massive amount of assignments and tasks he was assigning her. He could tell and his tolerance with her was wearing down to a strand. She had the nerve to talk back to him and he had had enough.

"Woman you have one more time to talk back to me before I hunt you down and kill you myself. I'm not above bloodying my hands and I will gladly do so with yours." The woman fell silent at his outburst, a beautiful music to his ears so he continued, still annoyed by her, "I will go over this once more, You will complete the assignments give and do so without question. When you have finished you will call me. You will give me the times you have finished and then you will pick up the next load of work."

He gave her no time to reply and hung up, tossing his phone down on his desk with a sigh. It bumped the stack of complete paperwork, toppling it to the floor. Another sigh passed through his lips as he pushed his chair back, away from his laptop, bending to collect the fallen paperwork. His personal assistant chose that moment to enter the room, hurrying over to reorganize the mess he had created. He quietly thanked her and returned to his seat.

"Sir, a client of yours wants you to meet him at the usual restaurant. He says he has something you could use. He didn't outright say it but he left you a note and told me to pass it along." She bowed and handed over the reorganized papers. He motioned for her to put the down on the desk and hand over the note.

It was simple, something normally passed between his less than appropriate clients seeing as some were being tracked. The note was scribbled hurriedly on a piece of paper torn from a notebook.

I have someone that can work as a contact for you. If you're willing meet us in twenty minutes at the usual place.

"How long ago did he send this?" His assistant dropped her gaze to the ground and fidgeted where she stood. Annoyed now with her, ne snapped at her. "How long ago was this sent Ms. Yang?"

"Almost fifteen minutes ago. I didn't get the call until just now. I swear it." He was up and out of his seat, grabbing his jacket and pulling it on as he pushed past her. He was thankful for the short distance from his office to the restaurant but his personal assistant was proving to be just as incompetent than the last. I'll have to speak with her later, he thought as he entered the dark restaurant. The hostess bowed to him, leading him into the back room where his client sat with who he hoped would be a useful contact.

"What do you have for me boys? I am a busy man."

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For the record I am alive.

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It's quite fine, thankfully we can communicate besides going to Bansin so it's all good. How is your work?

If I told you I'd have to kill you... Seriously though I just give orders and other people carry out my wishes. I don't need to do much work though I have no problem getting my hands dirty.

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Quite the same, quite the same.

So I've been told that you work for my father... How's that going?

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Hey. Wassap?

Nothing. I've been working and hanging back in my apartment, avoiding people.

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