The wind blowing moves the black curtain; sunlight penetrates without a word

[fapstofire]

characters; kamui (yatotribe), abuto (popquiz), and takasugi (fapstofire)
summary; yakuza/triads au.

[ Yatokai. The most powerful of the Hong Kong triads up until the complete disappearance of its leader Umibozu and his family. Well, it was rumoured that he was dead, even though there was no body found and people in their business should know better than to think a man is dead without looking at his corpse or feeling the blood pour out of their veins. Foolish, so foolish. Almost as foolish as the elders setting up an utter incompetent as the leader of the group just so they can hold the true power.

Now the halls have been painted red from the river of blood spilled. Umibozu's son, they said. A boy who was supposedly dead, but who came back to claim his inheritance by blood and force. It's the most interesting news Takasugi has heard from Hong Kong in years. Interesting enough to make him actually want to meet this new supposed 'Night King', this boy who left the quiet life his father tried to give him and instead drenched himself entirely in blood. So Takasugi begins to drop a few hints here and there to his kumichou, knowing that the words will stick to the older man's mind and solidify.

That's why he's here at, smoking at the balcony of the Yatokai's rather impressively expansive mansion (made all the more impressive by how cramped everywhere in Hong Kong seems to be), looking outwards at the guests. He's idly aware that him being invited here to serve as the bodyguard and companion of the main group's leader when he's only the wakagashira of a subgroup is going to raise the ire of the other subgroup leaders; those supposed seniors of his. Old men with rusty fangs. Takasugi hopes that they would attack him the moment he returns; he has been itching to spill their blood ever since he heard about how Kamui earned his new position.

Ah, there Kamui is. And that man beside him, tall for a Chinese man with light hair... Takasugi draws his cigarette to his lips, taking another drag. That's another old man too, but whether his fangs are blunted... well, Takasugi will have to find out, doesn't he?

He tosses his cigarette butt over the railing before walking through the balcony doors. Kamui and Abuto are walking away from each other now. Takasugi considers for a moment before he makes his choice. ]

That's a nice ceremony you had there.

[ ooc; whatever scenario you want goes here! You don't have to follow the start - I'm just setting up the AU 8D. Anyway, Takasugi can be approaching Kamui or Abuto at this point - depends on what you want! ]

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Re: Kamui + Abuto, shortly after umibouzu tasks abuto with taking care of kamui

[popquiz]

[It's unsettling, honestly, to see a child he watched grow (who is still growing, in fact), sit upon the most powerful seat the underground world has ever known. He had always thought Kamui had potential, he is the son of Umibouzu after all, but his attack on Aho came completely unexpected. Perhaps nearly as unexpected as Umibouzu's response.

"Let him lead, Abuto. Let us see how high he is able to soar."

It was decided almost immediately that Abuto would serve as his second in command, not as any kind of formality, but as a final favour to an old friend. Of course he couldn't say no.

And now here he is. Here they are. The little boy who would quietly peer up at him in nothing but morbid curiousity now watches him from above. But overall, he is proud, in a sense, to be able to serve the family who've given him so much over so many years.

Though... something does need to be done about that sharp tongue of his however, but well, in time.]

Time bows to no man.

[Said a little rigidly. You can't just tell someone he's old, GOD.]

I'm guessing your father hasn't told you of my duties?

[yatotribe]

[ This really is the same man from his memory. Abuto doesn't look like he's changed much at all, with the exception of aging a few years. Kamui remembers how big a shadow he used to cast; he had to crank his neck back all the way just to get a good look at his face. Abuto doesn't look quite so big now ... ]

Nope. But I have a good guess. [ Why else would a man send his second-in-command, his most trusted subordinate and friend, to see his only son? To keep an eye on him, of course. Kamui isn't too pleased with the thought. It's not because of some adolescent defiance, but he finds Umibouzu weak. His father has gone soft over the years, throwing away the life he was supposed to lead in favour of some boring, mundane home life. He doesn't want the lackey of a guy like that trying to keep tabs on him. ]

So, do you think you can keep me in line, Abuto?

[popquiz]

[Meanwhile, Kamui has changed completely. The smiles and formalities remain, but there is no sincerity in his words. Abuto remembers his hand used to be big enough to fit right over his head, he remembers those bright blue eyes; just like his sister. Just like his mother. Where did that small child go?]

Tch, that old man's as carefree as he's ever been.

[CAN'T YOU MAKE HIS JOB EASIER, MAN. WOW.]

It isn't a question of whether I can or can't. I will.

[He has to. One way or another.]

oops ...changes tag

[yatotribe]

Wow, that's some resolve. [ That sure sounds like a challenge to him. Whether or not it is, he'll take it that way. In Kamui's world, there are only the 'strong' and 'weak', and he doesn't want to ally himself with anyone of the latter. It's been a long time since he's last seen Abuto ... He's kind of curious to know which category he's in right now. ]

What will you do, though? Scold me? I don't need a nanny.

[popquiz]

[He may be getting on in his years, but this world of theirs is about as firmly embedded into Abuto's mentality as Kamui's perception of strong and weak.]

If what you needed was a nanny, then I doubt you'd have taken Abo's head so easily.

I'm here to guide you on your path of carnage. We might look like regular thugs to the untrained eye, but we have our own honour. If you want to stay on that throne, you'd do good to listen.