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The lights were low and the service was good. Oriya Mibu seldom visited other restaurants as he wasn’t a big fan of European cuisine but for now it was fine. He had been asked for dinner together for too long to keep ignoring that and still stay and seem polite, so tonight he was having a dinner with Mikoto Aruzo, one of the most powerful people in Sumiyoushi-kai, the “right hand” of oyabun and one of his faithful - or not so faithful - generals.

Mikoto Aruzo, a man in his mid-forties, was imperious person with no-tolerant policy for objections. In Oriya’s case, though, he could do nothing. Maybe that very reason made Miby so attractive to this man.

Tha conversation changed its subject to the art of tatoos. As each and every yakuza, Mikoto-san was very proud of his own - and for a moment avivid reminiscence came to Oriya: he, the boy of 14, watches with delight how his bodyguard Satake-san makes his tatooed snake move its convolutions with his muscles. That was charming.

-”I have always liked the koi-tatoos, though, I don’t have one of those” meanwhile, declared Mikoto-san. -”I can see why” agreed Oriya, bowing his head in a respectful gesture. “Not only they are symbols of wealth and goodluck but also mirror carps are very beautiful” -”That’s not the point” smirked Mikoto and significantly explained “Carp is the only fish which rows against the flood”

At that very moment Oriya needed all his equanimity and politeness to response with: - I... didn’t know that, Mikoto-san.

Neither did carps.

#Oriya's speaking #Mikoto Aruzo

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When they had finally let Inoue leave the hospital, when his physical – and mental - condition was deemed ‘stable’, for the first week he never remained alone. It seemed, and he knew very well that it seemed right, that his friends were afraid to leave him to his own thoughts. Somebody was always there: entertaining him with a talk, counting his pills, holding his hand if they ventured on small walks. Most of the time it was Oriya and Kano, changing, because no matter how dear Inoue could be for each of them, they had their business and studies to attend to.

He didn’t mind it. He wasn’t going to make this foolish mistake of attempting suicide again. He was a fool, of course, to learn from his own mistakes, but he learned nevertheless. He had learned now that living was difficult – the fact that he had already known – but trying to recover and live after an unsuccessful suicide attempt was even more difficult and more painful. He remembered the first couple of days in the hospital with a shiver. He didn’t want to try and experience it once again.

But they didn’t know him as well as Inoue knew himself, so, he noted with understanding, they wanted to make sure.

And it was very lovely that he hadn’t been confined to the four walls of some mental asylum room for any amount of time. As far as he could guess, it was only owing to the conjoint actions of Oriya and Muraki that he could now enjoy the comfort of his appartment. Muraki… whom Inoue hadn’t seen for the length of that week and who was now standing in the door frame.

He wanted to say something. To greet him properly, but he knew how much he owed this man and “I…” Shit. It was too difficult to be sincerely grateful. Iris felt a huge lump in his throat. “Thank you…” were the next words.

Weakness.

“Oops, hold me, Kazu…”

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“You don’t need to thank me” maybe he sounded too cold or ever detached. Maybe be had put a bit too stress on the word “me”.

Muraki wasn’t a nice person and he knew for a fact that he wouldn’t become one - no matter how much he could try. He would become the sort of a surgeon who would come out from the operating-room after a surgical misadventure and tell the relatives of a deceased one “I feel for you deeply” without actually feeling anything. Even now the tears of men and women, children meant nothing to him.

Yet there has always been people who mattered. And Iris - beautiful, fragile Iris - happened to be the one who mattered. He was guilty in the eyes of Muraki not for the attempt to commit a suicide - even though, Kazu called himself a catholic and a suicide was a mortal sin to him - but for the attempt to deprive Kazu of Iris. Muraki didn’t want to admit that it was a childish behaviour, he needn’t a self-searching right now. He hurt.

“I’m here” in took him two seconds to cross the room and now Muraki was holding Inoue not tight enough to make him feel uncomfortable. “Let us sit you and I’ll make some tea... I’m not so good at it as Ori but you can appreciate the gesture”

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(via irissensei to Oriya) ❂❂

58 - “Stop laughing!”

“Whoever did this…” Oriya was very seldom angry in a way that one might have spoted that. He really believed in on of the many principles his sensei had put into his head and decided to live by the very strict but yet old rule “A man should now show his emotions whilst showing emotions is showing your weakness”.

But now…

“Stop laughing! It’s not funny!” demanded Oriya while Inoue seemed to be dying of laughter. Well… that wasn’t the truth, of course. It was funny - his hair. When Oriya woke up today, he found that somebody has tied his hair into more than a dozen of small braids. And when Mibu untied them… the result could be clearly seen. His hair was curly, frizz and looked like a cloud around his head.He would definitely never go to sleep after a party until everybody is asleep.

#irissensei #Oriya's speaking

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❂❂ - Kano

And youscored… 17 O_OAnd I don’teven know…

Inoue hadalmost landed on the soft tempting surface of Kano’s bed when in thevery last moment a spot of yellow… something drew his attention.

“Woah…Kano,” he pointed. “Is that piss on your bed?!”

The spotlooked neither wet, nor dry, but Inoue wasn’t tempted to find outuntil he had found out what it was.

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After each and every party which took place in Kano’s appartment on a permanent basis he had to clean up every single inch. Oh, the things he found! Once Kano found a half-mummified piece of pizza behind the wardrobe. The other time it was a pack of weed under his pillow - that was a a pretty good find, be the way. A pack of condoms misteriously appeared on his desk and hid in a pile of documents, copies and books - at that time Kano just was happy that condoms were not used.

And now… what. Piss?!

“Where?!” Kano rushed to the bed and actually leaned to smell the spot Inoue was pointing at. “The fuck! Fucking Hiroshi with his fucking ferret! I tell you what - no one is coming with their pets to my place ever again!”

#irissensei #Kano's speaking