(@falloftheronin)
It’d been a long time since Hiroki Akuji had been in Stilwater. Or, at least it felt like it. Stepping foot in the city after a year or so of being out of it resulted in memories coming back - of how bad the place actually smelled. Or perhaps it was just that he was too used to being in Italy where pollution is less of an omnipresent thing. How disgusting it was what the city just casually dumped in the water surrounding it. Walking through the airport district until he reached the hotel just before it, Hiroki kept to himself. Besides his facial and physical resemblance to a certain Ronin leader,he looked virtually like a completely different person since the last time he had been there - his hair had returned to it’s natural fully black appearance, was even worn down these days, and he traded a yellow shirt for a red one, albeit with a star right on the chest. His jacket was still leather and black, but completely lacked any Ronin insignia, in fact no signs or flags at all. His brown eyes were hidden by sunglasses, pure black ones though - completely covering his eyes. Even his shoes were now black and red, with the only thing making him not clearly Brotherhood was the star in place of anything else.
Hiroki could see that the Brotherhood and Samedi were still alive and strong, considering he saw absolutely no Ronin south of the suburbs. Not that it didn’t surprise him. Nor did he really care. That was his brother’s problem, not his. His problem was finding a taxi to take. Once he did, he ordered a ride over to the suburbs, not too far from where the Barely Legal strip club was. When he got there he could see some Ronin members doing what one would expect Ronin members to do. Most of them didn’t pay him much mind, but a few did seem to notice him, presumably thinking him to be his brother. However he stepped into that place not to do anything other than his business, what he was supposed to do. It was a simple operation, he went to the upper levels and used a pistol with a silencer to kill his target, a perverted business man who thought it was a smart idea to rip Hiroki’s new ‘employers’ off. Big mistake considering now there was a large red blotch behind his head, and a hole going through it. Hiroki simple told the stripper in the room it’d be best to keep her mouth shut, and was on his way. Once he was out of that place, he yet again marched on past some Ronin, this time he did get a “Sup Shogo? Why you in Red?” from one of the male ones, he only turned back and glared at them though, wanting to simply be alone. The sun was setting. To avoid any attention from his objective being completed, he made himself scarce, going behind a nearby building to start smoking a cigarette. He planned to be gone before anyone really knew he had returned.
