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- May 8, 2011
Yuta Kaori had been advancing in his group lately.
Shooting in ranks, really. But for an organization like the Yakuza, that also meant more risk. They trusted him with more and more tasks, which meant that he was also entitled to more and more rewards. One of the older men who lorded over the turf Yuta worked and lived in, Sono Itacthi, liked the youngster and his gusto. They had met when Yuta had sought the Yakuza out after having sold for one of their runners. Technically he'd already been introduced to the life, and had kind of a rank, but showing some initiative had gotten him under a higher boss. It had stirred ripples between Yuta and the low-level seller he'd been working with, but with Sono's backing, the seller had been removed and Yuta had taken his place.
His mother had been been against it from the beginning, and Yuta knew their close relationship would suffer for this new life head lead, but he couldn't very well be her little boy forever. He understood the budding complexes his nearness to her had garnered in him - he was well aware of his inclinations toward mature women when he got the choice - and he supposed this was one way to handle that. She had been broken hearted when her friend told her, but the ensuing argument had set her straight, or rather, her son had. It had been a rite of passage for both himself and her, finally introducing the firm hand in the family that her husband could not be.
It was this tall and dapper youngling that walked into Dana Lane's apartment now. Yuta wore a suit, as expected of him given his new position and responsibilities within the Yakuza, which was black, coupled with a busy print red shirt. It was unbuttoned mostly, an imagery that cut rather boorish against the otherwise elegant silhouette of the tailoring. His black hair slicked back, voluminous, with oils, which helped present the prominent bones in his facial features, and the straight nose he'd inherited from his mother.
The Lane's home was beautiful. He'd visited here a few times when he was younger. He was well acquainted with both Mrs. Lane and her husband. In fact, this was partially why he had come. Edward Lane had found an interest in expensive artifacts. He couldn't afford the really good pieces, but he meant to collect many of them, and so had wracked up a great deal of debt with Yuta's employers. Given that they were in Yuta's districts, and knew him, his boss was more than willing to let Yuta deal with it. Yuta had even brokered the first loan himself, given Edward's vulnerability on the first loan. There had always been nefarious intentions within the boy who Edward himself had always considered almost a son, especially since working so close to Yuta's father at the university.
But the nostalgia between them bought Edward very little hope when he opened the door, despite Masako, Yuta's mother and Dana Lane's best friend since many years back, being there too. Yuta had told her to come along since she knew the loaner's wife so well. Today would change everything. He pressed inside as soon as the door opened. Edward was free to sniff the manly scent coming off the recently showered then boy, now man, who was native to this country.
"You and I need to talk, Mr. Lane." he said and Yuta's mother, who knew only surface facts about this trip, pointedly turned herself toward Diane, to make her stay. The boy she knew was gone and the beast living in his skin would he dauting at any woman - with his lofty height and vast shoulders, and black eyes - let alone someone who expected him to be sweet. Edward, who had been sweating bullets about his debt, started looking back to his wife for help as the youngest in the room grabbed him by the arm and pulled him with him toward their living room instead of the hall.
Shooting in ranks, really. But for an organization like the Yakuza, that also meant more risk. They trusted him with more and more tasks, which meant that he was also entitled to more and more rewards. One of the older men who lorded over the turf Yuta worked and lived in, Sono Itacthi, liked the youngster and his gusto. They had met when Yuta had sought the Yakuza out after having sold for one of their runners. Technically he'd already been introduced to the life, and had kind of a rank, but showing some initiative had gotten him under a higher boss. It had stirred ripples between Yuta and the low-level seller he'd been working with, but with Sono's backing, the seller had been removed and Yuta had taken his place.
His mother had been been against it from the beginning, and Yuta knew their close relationship would suffer for this new life head lead, but he couldn't very well be her little boy forever. He understood the budding complexes his nearness to her had garnered in him - he was well aware of his inclinations toward mature women when he got the choice - and he supposed this was one way to handle that. She had been broken hearted when her friend told her, but the ensuing argument had set her straight, or rather, her son had. It had been a rite of passage for both himself and her, finally introducing the firm hand in the family that her husband could not be.
It was this tall and dapper youngling that walked into Dana Lane's apartment now. Yuta wore a suit, as expected of him given his new position and responsibilities within the Yakuza, which was black, coupled with a busy print red shirt. It was unbuttoned mostly, an imagery that cut rather boorish against the otherwise elegant silhouette of the tailoring. His black hair slicked back, voluminous, with oils, which helped present the prominent bones in his facial features, and the straight nose he'd inherited from his mother.
The Lane's home was beautiful. He'd visited here a few times when he was younger. He was well acquainted with both Mrs. Lane and her husband. In fact, this was partially why he had come. Edward Lane had found an interest in expensive artifacts. He couldn't afford the really good pieces, but he meant to collect many of them, and so had wracked up a great deal of debt with Yuta's employers. Given that they were in Yuta's districts, and knew him, his boss was more than willing to let Yuta deal with it. Yuta had even brokered the first loan himself, given Edward's vulnerability on the first loan. There had always been nefarious intentions within the boy who Edward himself had always considered almost a son, especially since working so close to Yuta's father at the university.
But the nostalgia between them bought Edward very little hope when he opened the door, despite Masako, Yuta's mother and Dana Lane's best friend since many years back, being there too. Yuta had told her to come along since she knew the loaner's wife so well. Today would change everything. He pressed inside as soon as the door opened. Edward was free to sniff the manly scent coming off the recently showered then boy, now man, who was native to this country.
"You and I need to talk, Mr. Lane." he said and Yuta's mother, who knew only surface facts about this trip, pointedly turned herself toward Diane, to make her stay. The boy she knew was gone and the beast living in his skin would he dauting at any woman - with his lofty height and vast shoulders, and black eyes - let alone someone who expected him to be sweet. Edward, who had been sweating bullets about his debt, started looking back to his wife for help as the youngest in the room grabbed him by the arm and pulled him with him toward their living room instead of the hall.
