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Kiko Mizuhara - 6 avatars.
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Kiko Mizuhara for Elle Korea Sept 2015
The short woman leaned back but didn’t dare take a step. She’d hold her ground. “Not so lucky. I did die once - I wouldn’t recommend it. That’s the price anyone related to お父様 pays.”
“You’re not related to him, not by blood.” Japanese. Well, at least they had that in common. They certainly didn’t have a father in common.
“Not by blood, no.” Would it have been better or worse if she were? Amiko didn’t know. He didn’t seem to pay his own kids any more mind than he did her. “He adopted me.”
“That would be nice - if we could just turn our backs and have the Hand permanently fuck off - but you killed one of their own. They’ll definitely be coming after you.”
“I didn’t kill anyone, I don’t do that. It was an accident and I asure you I had nothing to do with that. If they do come, though… I can handle it.”
“Accident?” Her eyebrows shot up. It was hard to believe anyone his age still had such naive ideals. Amiko had been robbed of that innocence fairly young sure but there were horrors in this guys past for sure. No one took to the streets to beat the hell out of people without seeing some shit. “Was Black Sky and accident too? I heard you killed it.”
Amiko mulled over the question before she decided it would be best to be honest. “We have the same father.”
Leaning a little too close, he breathed in her scent. “Bullshit. You would be dead right now if that were true. You’re lucky it isn’t true.” After all, he had orchestrated the murder of all of his siblings by Wolverine himself. It was some of his best work to date.
The short woman leaned back but didn’t dare take a step. She’d hold her ground. “Not so lucky. I did die once - I wouldn’t recommend it. That’s the price anyone related to お父様 pays.”
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“Why are men so stupid.” Amiko threw her phone down and glared at it. “I say we get rid of all of them.
“I’m just passing through. Looking for someone.” The girl flipped over one of the Hand agents with a sigh and began rifling through the familiar uniform. These were probably just grunts, perhaps not even sent out by any higher ups.
Those hopes were quickly dashed when she pulled out a folded map, inked with words that sent a shiver down her spine. Great. Amiko only paused for a moment then tucked the map into her pocket. She’d have to look in to this but not with this stranger around.
“And what about you? Long way from home aren’t you?”
“Nah. Born in New York, raised in K'un-Lun. Like I said… Iron Fist. Surprised you haven’t heard of me.” He’s not trying to be vain, he’s just been around a while. This is his turf. This is his city—- he’s going to protect it. Even from her, if he must. Which is hard to tell when she wont give him much to go on.
“What did you pull off of him?” Danny sidled over, keeping a respectable distance while slightly closing the gap. He needed to know. His turf.
The warrior crossed his arms across his chest. It wasn’t exactly non-threatening, but he wasn’t holding them at the ready either. “Can I see? I could help you do… whatever you’re here for.”
She was tense as he approached. but she didn’t move to lift her sword against him. He was different than these guys - they were small fry - a fight against him was likely one she couldn’t win.
She’d rather not find out.
“It’s probably nothing. Like I said I’m looking for someone,” Amiko shrugged off the question about the map. “His name’s Logan. Really short, bad attitude, mutant with claws.”
“Well, don’t worry, I’m not fighting this war. I’ve got more things to worry about now.”
“That would be nice - if we could just turn our backs and have the Hand permanently fuck off - but you killed one of their own. They’ll definitely be coming after you.”
ninjaassassinorpriest said: “And that doesn’t bother you?”
“Why would such a thing bother me? It’s an advantage.”
“It’s a disorder.”
“A disorder is defined by people who succumb to the weaknesses I avoid, so I don’t care.
Who are you?”
Amiko mulled over the question before she decided it would be best to be honest. “We have the same father.”