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[vinodiriso]

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KEIKO. 圭

Keiko was checking her phone, managing hers and Sojiro’s appointments for the day. While it was usually a Sojiro’s thing, since he was more of a early bird than she was, that time the Shimada king slept in a little later, tired from the day before. Keiko could not blame him, given how hectic their schedule had been lately, to the point that they could barely see one another before bed.

Sat on her side of their western-fashioned, king-size bed, she turned left to look at her husband’s ever-so-peaceful expression in his sleep. Sojiro was a handsome man, Keiko couldn’t find a single objection to that statement; his appearance so elegant and regal, with that long, raven hair, his face squared and sharp in all angles. The power he exuded was tangible even in his unconsciousness. That was what won her over after all, wasn’t it? Sojiro’s scandalously powerful aura, to which only hers was a real rival.

10 AM. Ah, she really had to wake him up, mh? He looked so cute.

“Anata... anata... wake up. We have work to do today. Sojiro... wake up...”

[silver-haired-76-blog]

[[@ryujincrowned​ 4 months later I finally responded to this]]

Well, this was a predicament isn’t it?

When Jack was sent here, he was sent with the knowledge that he could end this situation much faster and more efficiently than risking a strike team. It was a small operation, and around 20 moderately armed men was child’s play for him. It also may have been an unapologetic escape from his office. Gabriel was not so subtle about that.

But here he was, staring down a man they’ve been watching for some time but have been avoiding. It was classified, redlined with many, many little turn aways and a precarious balance of avoiding more enemies. 

How good is he?

He remembered Gabriel’s passive huff and pointed look at him. Yeah, he was good. Tread carefully, soldier. 

“...I feel as if you’re trying to manufacture an impasse here.” Which was obviously working. He wasn’t who he was after, but he also didn’t expect the man to saunter in here armed with a knife and a clear blood contract, “...I suggest you disappear in however way you appeared unless you want to be vindicated for this.” 

[pafallende]

‵   @ryujincrowned.  ( x )

“You did, but it was necessary. He would have killed you if you hadn’t been FASTER.”

It was an unfortunate reality that his sons could be targeted when they weren’t at home, especially now that they were going off on their own and often not bothering to bring a guard with them. He could admire their confidence, but he would prefer caution. The night loomed late, and the narrow alleyway outside one of the city’s many night clubs still hummed with beating, muffled music, the occupants oblivious to the attempt made on a life outside.

Sojiro was called rather then the authorities, as he told his sons to do. He watches Genji with a slightly softer gaze, his hands finding his pockets.

“You look shaken,” the observation comes after a silence. “This is not the first blood you’ve drawn or have seen drawn - did something else happen?”

  almost not hearing his father speak, genji STARES at the body for a few moments longer, unmoving. his knuckles are white in his grip on his blade --- only a knife tonight, the only real PRECAUTION taken --- but his breathing has finally returned to a more normal rate, helped in part by his father’s words of reassurance.

yes, it was necessary. had he not been faster, had he not been willing to kill, HE would be the one staining the dingy alleyway red. killing has never been something he’s wanted to do, one of the many parts of the clan’s business which he wants NO PART in, but it’s something he’s willing to do for his own protection. something that he has, as his father says, DONE BEFORE. drawn blood and lifeless corpses are not a sight that have shaken him in a long time. but tonight...

     “ ...i have spent the last two days with him, ”  genji finally answers, his voice uncharacteristically QUIET and SOMBER.  “ he is not a stranger who attacked me at random. he... he gained my trust so he could catch me off guard. ”

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         ( ♞ )        She doesn’t watch the older gentleman heft the body of the mumbling mercenary who believed her far better than what she was, what she had been, stride focused upon the destination at hand rather than the brief farewells which were spared albeit temporarily that leave her alone to the running checklist which had been ingrained within her mind the moment she had joined Blackwatch, her office an easy place to hole up within as she  c l e a n s e d  the security files and waited,  d i s h e v e l e d  and feigning fear, for the banging of police to break the tension and let her continue the frightened facade of a simple curator ; empty cams blamed upon the men who were taken out in handcuffs and prints explained away through stumbling words and smudged make-up. By the time they’d offered her a ride back to her home the elder’s time had expired as her innocent countenance gave way to quick gratitude and  w a v i n g  hands as she watched the lights fade from the drive way before turning inside with a steeled expression, evidence of the night rinsed clean and replaced with new cosmetics and clothes as once more she  s h e d  another layer of her intricately woven masquerade for a clean slate that matched the professional aura of a woman of her station, the address to Respite a familiar location which she had never frequented but had found among many of her colleagues claimed it a popular destination which she only hoped would have less excitement than her own museum ; she tried not to dwell on the obvious, the flashing moments now clear memories as she rendered each detail together and her inference because more and more plausible.           She hoped the answer he’d deliver upon would distract enough from the questions which might arise that she could not give him in return, loyalty and time barriers which barred her from having the truth which he may seek as she found herself at a  l o s s  all the same after so long, such concerns shoved aside as her heels sing her past the entrance and give her passage into the night lounge which they had agreed to meet ; smile  s p r e a d i n g  pleasantly as she spots the familiar presence of the gentleman in question,  s t r i d e  carrying her over to join him once more. 

          ❝   So did our little friend deliver—— ?  ❞

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[vinodiriso]

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HANZO. ☈ 

“Father” Hanzo did not hear Sojiro enter the room until his father decided he wanted his son to know. Hanzo was resting his aching body on the tatami in the training room, every fiber of his muscles was pulsing with rewarding pain. Ryuunotoboe, his personal katana he was given after he had mastered the control of his dragons, laid by his side, and his hair freed from ties fell on his shoulders, damp with sweat.

“I didn’t know you were back from Tokyo. I trust our business have been taken care of?”

[pafallende]

@ryujincrowned   /   sparrow sc.

  arms folded, SULKING in his chair like the teenager he hasn’t been for a few years now, the youngest shimada pointedly AVOIDS meeting his father’s gaze and instead fixes his attention on a corner of the desk between them. he’s fallen into a false sense of complacency, he thinks --- he’s gone without getting caught sneaking out and back in for so long that he’s become less careful about doing so. that’s the ONLY EXPLANATION he has for how hanzo had managed to spot him climbing his way back onto the grounds at the crack of dawn this morning. clearly his state of intoxication has nothing to do with it, OR how he missed his footing on his way down the wall and fell on his ass. loudly.

regardless of HOW it happened, he’d been caught by his snitch of a big brother and immediately marched to their father’s office to face the consequences of his actions. not that he actually expects there to be MUCH consequence --- there never has been.

     “ he’s being overdramatic, ”  genji breaks the silence to refer to hanzo, just the faintest of slurring edging his words. though it is wearing off, the effects of all the alcohol he consumed through the night STILL REMAIN --- not that it’ll stop him from arguing with anyone who points it out.  “ i wasn’t-- i didn’t DO anything. ”