Himitsu Bako (Atroxa & Verse)

[Atroxa]

Between the driving bass and music volume, it was nearly impossible to think here, but you didn't go to the club to do deep thinking. Some people came to dance and enjoy the music (if high energy techno was your kind of thing anyway), some came to socialize, others came to drink, or some mixture of those. Or other more personal or random reasons, but definitely not to think. For Yori, it was mostly to drink and socialize, it was always easier to hang out with his friends and not worry too much about everything that could go wrong when he had a few drinks in him. Yelling over the music could get a little old after a while but they were usually having too much fun to really care.

The little group Yori always came here with was an odd mix if you only knew them now, but they'd grown up together in a rough neighborhood in Osaka and all gone to the same high school together. Some had gone on to university, gotten good jobs, and moved out to nicer places in the city, others still lived in the old neighborhood and managed to get by well enough, and then there was Kazu and Yori. While the rest of the group mostly only saw one another on nights like this when they got together and abandon their responsibilities to their new adult lives for a little while, Kazu and Yori were as thick as thieves, almost literally. They had been all through high school too, but if anything they were even closer these days, and more than one person jokingly referred to Yori as Kazu's shadow.

It was surprising at first to anyone who met them perhaps, because they were so different from one another in so many ways. From their heights, to their style, to their hair, even their personalities were vastly different, but there wasn't anyone Yori was more loyal to than perhaps his own mother. And even then, it would be a hard decision to make. He owed a lot to Kazu and the Kakorai family, though he liked to think that he did well by them too.

Questions of loyalty were very far from Yori's mind at the moment though, a rare grin on his face as he celebrated beating one of their friends, Ichiro, in a little race to see who could down their shots the fastest. "You owe me a drink!" Yori claimed proudly, clapping his hands together before giving his old friend the finger, Ichiro rolled his eyes and returned the gesture. The normally reserved Yori just grinned some more and pushed his bleached blonde bangs out of his eyes. He looked around for Kazu, more than half expecting to see his friend with a girl somewhere, but it was second nature at this point for him to simply want to know where Kazu was.

More than loyalty to Kazu, he knew his friend's father looked to Yori to keep his oldest son safe and out of harm's way. And Yori took that very seriously, perhaps a little too much sometimes for Kazu's liking. He was hesitant to get up and go looking for him though, he didn't really like to dance so he preferred sticking to the table to drink and joke with his friends. Sighing when he didn't see Kazu fast enough for his liking, Yori got up, his slight build obvious without the table or booth chairs in the way. He was pretty short especially for a man, and not even the bulky, layered style of his black shirt and jacket hid that he wasn't especially big otherwise either, with a pair of close fitting black jeans on his proportionately long legs, a pair of studded boots finishing off the look. His angular face was more effeminate than he'd like, it got him called 'pretty boy' a lot though these days people mostly said that behind his back, not many dared to say it to his face anymore. Kazu was the only one Yori let call him that without getting angry about it.

"Where'd Kazu get to?" Yori asked another friend as he came back from the dancefloor, a girl under his arm. The friend shrugged and shook his head, rolling his eyes a little at how Yori never seemed to turn off 'bodyguard mode' unless he was asleep. Some might find it a little funny that someone as small as Yori would make a good bodyguard, especially for someone like Kazu, who was perfectly capable of handling himself. But looks were very, very deceiving when it came to Yori Matsumoto.

 

[Verse]

The Akai Club paid protection money, but his dad Tsatou didn't tend to it much. There was always a race to collect new establishments in this strip of Osaka, because it was between territories. So you had to get them even if you didn't believe in the business model. As long as they paid. And Akai did well. Even put extra bills in the envelope sometimes, when dad didn't raise the fee. Point was, the club wasn't as intimate with its protectors as other places. And being in a middle zone, meant not everyone had to kiss ass. That's why Kazuki liked it here. He had some weight to throw around, but everyone wasn't pissing themselves when they saw him. Still, he'd presented himself real thoroughly when the new bouncer tried to stop him and his gang from going in.

"Ka-ko-ra-ie, baka." he said with wide eyes, such a dark brown they were almost red until the yellow light in the entrance. It had taken the beefy white guy a second, but he shrunk and pretty much lost his balls when he realized where he recognized the name. He was apologetic and bowing as Kazu with Yori in tow went in. Yeah. It was a good name here.

While things got heated in the middle zone, it seemed when it wasn't outright war, the representatives from either clan relaxed a bit. It reminded Kazu of going through high school with Yori. For a skinny kid, Yori sure as fuck didn't like gym, but was never gone when there was a fight. Honestly, Kazu couldn't even remember ever talking to Yori in the locker rooms. They got to relive some of that here, of being one among many, and a fight always being on the horizon. But one that might not end in bloodshed.

Maybe that's what Kazu was doing now. Tongue deep in some chick who smelled like too much expensive perfume. Her makeup was smearing his cheek as he was eating her face. Her moans were so practiced they sounded fake. She looked good enough, with her tan and her long nails and her nothing-skirt, but he liked her more for her boyfriend. She hooked for the Riza family, enforced by Ueno. Ueno would call himself a playboy, but he paid for all his pussy. Kazu had his hand up that nothing-skirt now, and he was knuckle deep in it, for free. She was wet. That had to be worth something. But some of these girls were good enough to get going just because the knew they should.

He broke the kiss and shoved her back. It dislodged his digit from her cunt. He grinned, stupid because of the alcohol, and waved her away with a hand that would have smelled like her panties, if she wore any. She was pissed and screamed in her nasal voice. Through the music he heard 'dickless' and 'shit' but even a crazy bitch would know the absolute unhinged that was hiding behind his eyes, that definitely pulsated red now, in the lasers cutting up the dance floor. She didn't come at him with those nails. He showed his tongue. "Yeah, go back to your boyfriend, hoe." he said at a conversational volume, mostly for himself as he turned.

Kazu's black suit and red shirt, unbuttoned to show off his River Parlor ink, got him service the moment he showed up at the bar. He pointed at a clear bottle and they gave it to him. He tipped its value and let it hang in his hand after a first swig. The youth was living a good life here. His carved features were rosy from the drink. He heard his name just before he saw Yori standing, and skipped lively to embrace him from behind.

"Yooooorii..." he said in his bestie's ear. Damn, Yori always smelled good. "Why aren't you drinking?" he asked, with arm still around him. The other hand lifted the bottle to Yori's mouth. "Chug! Chug! Chug!" he chanted, but the others didn't hear, so it was only him trying to get it started.