fapstofire: (it has gone off. like a horse.)
takasugi shinsuke. 「 高杉晋助 」 ([personal profile] fapstofire) wrote in [community profile] youlittleshit2014-03-22 12:45 pm

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

characters; kamui ([personal profile] yatotribe), abuto ([personal profile] popquiz), and takasugi ([personal profile] 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! ]
yatotribe: (98.)

[personal profile] yatotribe 2014-03-24 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In response to that laugh, Kamui only stares, the edges of his lips curving into a smile. It's a good reaction. Most people would get apprehensive or even frightened, and that's usually an indication that they're boring.

But then Takasugi puts something else on the table, and he can't help but be curious. ]


Really? How would I do that?