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Gang Wars [YunaxPredatory's 1x1]

LadyYunaFFX2

LadyYunaFFX2

Pulsar
Joined
Nov 1, 2012
Location
Boone, NC
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

Gangs can be found anywhere, from the largest towns to the most unlikely ones. For the city of Portland, Maine, it was no exception. In fact, as of late, things have been making a turn for the worst; and the cause of it all had been doing anything but trying to hide it. A mostly Asian gang known as Yomi, which when translated from Japanese to English means simply 'Underworld'. It was a name that the founder - Shinjiro Tsuimori - couldn't help but take quite a bit of pride in. He had only found Yomi a couple months - about 5, maybe 6 - ago, but already they were making a hell of an impact on Portland. Unfortunately, however, it wasn't for the best.

It was a perfect autumn day in September; not too warm but not too cold at the same time. Shinjiro had just finished up planning a trafficking operation and was taking an opportunity to relax. It would be a couple hours before it went into play. Heading into the garage of their base of sorts, a smile came to his face as he found his younger sister already there. Sitting down at a table, listening to music on her Ipod, he snuck behind her .... and landed his hands upon Asuka's shoulders. A playful smirk crossed his face as his sister quickly jumped in response.

"...Son of a ... ugh! Don't do that again ... geez ..." Still, she did manage her own smile back. Slipping the earphones away, she sighed as she looked right up into her brother's eyes. She loved her brother ... in a sisterly way, of course. But sometimes .... she really wished he would halt - permanently or otherwise - his operations. He had gone through so many risky ones ... and there had been a few times that they had resulted in rather close calls. Some too much for her to handle. She ... no ... they had already lost their parents years ago. It'd be devastating if she lost him also.

".... You got another plan tonight?" She asked slowly, a part of her almost wishing she hadn't even inquired to begin with. The nod she saw from Shinjiro confirmed her answer. Slipping her Ipod into her pocket, her arms went across her chest. "Oi, Shinjiro ... can't you give those a rest? Onegai?"

Her heart sank as his head shook ... but in the direction of a 'no' this time. "Imouto .. we've come so far as it is. This ... is to keep ourselves alive you know? More than myself, it's for you. I allowed you in here so that you can always remain safe .... "

A scoff quickly left Asuka's lips. "Hai, because I totally feel safe with the cat-calls and stares some of your men give me ...." Turning on her feet in annoyance, she could already feel this was beginning to go nowhere. Sometimes ... she really wished he'd listen. "Never mind! Whatever! Just .... forget it ...."

A soft sigh was heard from behind her and soon she felt her brother's arms wrap gently around her waist. "Imouto ... don't get like that at me. The intentions are good at least. As far as my men go ... they at least don't get bold enough to do more than look right?"

"That's not the point!" As Asuka turned, Shinjiro could see tears forming in his 18 year old sister's eyes. "You're doing so many careless .. stupid ... things! Please ... stop while you're ahead!" Normally, the teenager was much stronger - physically and emotionally - though more the latter. But it was times like this she couldn't help but weaken, even if only a bit.

"....Stop? You make it sound so easy. Maybe .... later. Right now?" His head shook no again. "Gomen ... imouto ... oi! Wait!" It hadn't been but seconds after he spoke that finally Asuka turned back around. This time, however, she didn't stop ... not even at her brother's words. Heading up into her room, she resumed playing the music that had been paused on her Ipod. Locking the door to ensure she would be left alone, she then logged onto her laptop.

"Baka, baka, baka ..... " She murmured under her breath, exhaling deeply to try to calm herself down. Logging into AIM, she began conversing with some of her more ..... 'normal' friends, the music and talks aiding her with calming down. From outside her window, she could - though barely - hear her brother begin to round up the others. He was getting them ready ... ready to head out once again. Her head shook as her attention went to the screen. ...Kami help him .... She thought, trying to keep her thoughts off her brother, even if only for a bit.

Shinjiro knew - and understood - why Asuka was annoyed. Simultaneously, all he had said was true. He had come too damn far to just throw his hands up and say, "Fuck it, this ends now ..." After doing a quick headcount and ensuring all the others were there, he paused, his eyes closing for a few moments. As they opened, a look of fierce determination was in his eyes. "Alright boys! Get all your things ready and head out! I expect to see you all at the destination in twenty or less!" Heading over to a motorcycle, he climbed up on the seat.

Putting a helmet over his head, he gave one last glance to where his sister's room was. A weary sigh left as he pulled the visor down to cover his face. Turning back around, he started up the Harley Davidson and before anyone could argue or protest, he was off on his way. He realized leaving his sister alone in the warehouse was a bit of a risk .. but he also knew she would take precautions. Besides, they should be done in an hour, probably less. One by one, motorcycle after motorcycle followed after Shinjiro until finally, all that remained was the 18 year old Asuka whom was still inside her room ... completely alone ....
 
Yomi, under the leadership of Shinjiro Tsuimori, wasn't Portland's first upstart gang to hit the streets and it certainly wouldn't be the last. In fact, Portland had something of a history when it came to short-lived gangs due largely to the fact that there was already a more organized and well-maintained gang that claimed the entire city as their turf. The Old Port Bangers were the city's largest gang, born only a few short years ago through the merger of Portland's two oldest gangs. They were the undeniable kingpins of Portland's underground, though they were not your typical American gang.

Before the inception of the Bangers, the two largest and oldest gangs in Portland were the Old Port Brawlers and the Portland Roadhogs - both more like underground clubs than real gangs. Each of these underground clubs operated like their own little syndicate specializing in two different areas of gang life - street fighting and street racing respectively.

Neither of these two 'gangs' were particularly organised. The best fighter was the undisputed king of the Brawlers and the fastest racer was the lord of the Roadhogs. Neither gang had any chain of command beyond that. Though this made things simple for each, it also meant that the only thing that came from being a part of either group was bragging rights. Both organisations lived on the thrill that came with fighting or racing and for many, that was enough. Certain members of either group, however, wanted something more.

As the years passed, a set of siblings seized control of each of the groups. Logan Masters, an intelligent young man and dedicated student of the martial arts of Traditional Karate and Muay Thai, claimed leadership over the Brawlers while his twin sister, Roselyn Masters, sped her way to the leadership position over the Roadhogs. It took the two of them a little over a year to tie up the loose ends, but the two of them pulled the two groups together to form the Old Port Bangers. At last, the two had a family to call their own again after they had lost their parents at the age of fourteen. The pair had been keeping one another alive since with their own unique talents.

The new gang then found themselves as the undisputed rulers of Portland's underground fighting -and- racing circuits. Under Logan and Roselyn's leadership, the Bangers grew and spread their influence into other areas of the underground life such as low-risk drugs, prostitution, and laundering through the club that Logan and Roselyn had opened together last year named 'The Pulse'. The unique thing about the Bangers was the level of organization that the siblings saw to put into place. The gang did not commit senseless vandalism or specific crimes such as murder or robbery. Logan didn't believe in committing crimes that had an obvious victim, feeling that money earned through that manner was tainted and corrupt. He had founded the Bangers in the pursuit of a better life for Roselyn and himself. He wouldn't tarnish his hard work or commitment to that ideal with bloodied money.

The invasion of the Yomi into their turf, however, was making that goal difficult to manage. The Yomi pushed much harder and more profitable drugs than Logan was comfortable with and they petaled guns on the streets to anyone and everyone that could fork over the cash. They were a dangerous blight on the city which Logan had been trying to find a cure for since he first learned of them. Sadly, they did not make that easy.

That is why Roselyn had joined the Yomi a little over a month ago under the false identity of Rachel Chattel. Once she had made it through their initiation, it took her only a week to learn the Yomi's weakness; a feat that Logan hadn't been able to do in four or five months of looking from the outside in. That weakness was Asuka, baby sister to the gang's leader. She was the key. She would be their downfall.

Of course, 'Rachel' could not risk being seen talking to the enemy so she hadn't had contact with the Bangers since she became a Yomi. She had been given authority to act as she saw fit and do what she needed to do to end this war as long as no innocents got hurt. Sadly, that would not be possible. As far as Roselyn could tell, Asuka was innocent in all of this so taking her out was not an option. Instead, she would let Logan decide what to do with the young oriental girl. To do that, however, she would need to take Asuka to her brother. The disorganization of the Yomi would make that all too easy - she hoped.

It had been ten minutes or so after most of the gang had cleared out of the warehouse that the Yomi had made their home when 'Rachel' pulled in behind the wheel of her dark navy two-thousand and twelve Ford Mustang. Her engine roared as she pulled into the warehouse, displaying all of the extra power that the young female mechanic wiz had stuffed under her hood. The Mustang's engine was a unique sound here in the warehouse and it was loud enough to be heard nearly anywhere inside. It normally brought all of the boys running to greet her, but today the place was empty, just as she had planned.

Rachel knew that the gang wouldn't be gone long, so she wasted no time. The moment the wheels stopped turning, she cut the car's engine off and opened the door to get out. Standing at roughly five and a half feet tall, she was wearing her usual getup - a sequence sleeveless top with matching stockings, a short denim skirt, and a pair of black leather combat-style boots. As always, there was a survival knife tucked into the inside of her right boot.

Today, there was a new addition to her outfit - a black satchel strapped to her right hip. Inside of the satchel, she had a length of silk rope, a ball gag, a blindfold, a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs, and a bottle of chloroform complete with a rag for obvious purposes. Getting Asuka to Logan should be a piece of cake with all of the preparations that she had made. The only kink in her plan was that she and Asuka weren't really close. They didn't ahve any problems with one another, but they never really had any girl time with the boys always coming between them and wanting them both alone.

'Rachel' moved straight toward the door that she knew lead to Asuka's bedroom. "Asuka, are you in there," Rachel shouted through the bedroom door as she knocked against it. "Are you decent? May I come in?"
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

Even with the music echoing in her ears, she heard perfectly the engine. As she once again paused her Ipod, she glanced out ... and tried to recognize the form that left the car. It was too dark for that ... but it should be someone else from Yomi. Looking up to try to do a mental headcount though, no one was immediately coming to her head .... and it made her worry a bit. Swallowing nervously, she fished an item that she never used nor carried with her normally; a switch blade that Shinjiro gave her. It was times like now that she supposed she was glad for the violent weapon.

Setting her status from 'Online' to 'Away' on AIM, she waited silently. For a bit, all she heard was her heart racing. But then .... finally an answer came to her. A soft chuckle left her lips, her head shook. "Oh ... Rachel ...." Her head shook - at herself mainly - as she set the switchblade down beside her mouse. "Sorry you gave me a bit of a scare there .... not many others come over this late." Pulling a leather jacket - another item Shinjiro had given her - over her more to help keep her warm in the chilly room, she then moved to the door.

Upon opening it, the two girls would look like opposites almost. She had a pair of denim blue jeans, with a tank top beneath the leather jacket. The only thing that was even somewhat close to the two were the boots. Hers were also black, though not quite combat-style. More along the lines of stilettos. "Oi, of course I'm decent. This is me you're talking to after all, none of the guys silly. Half of them sleep and wander around shirtless .... anyways.... " Moving aside to let Rachel in, her room was pretty neatly kept. The bed was already made, and everything was where it should be.

Sitting back in her chair that was in front of her laptop, trusting Rachel to close her door, her eyes gazed up to the other female. "So what brought you here at this hour anyways?" Sliding the switch blade away in a drawer, her right leg crossed over her leg, swinging casually. Figuring it would be rude to keep AIM on while she was even here, she decided to go on and log off period. With the quick message of 'Sorry got company, will be gone for a while' entered into each window, she turned back now giving her full attention to Rachel.
 
When the door opened, 'Rachel' flashed the younger oriental woman a pearly smile. Truth be told, despite what Roselyn was about to do to Asuka, she did not hate the girl. They might not have been friends, but Roselyn had been taken with Asuka over the past couple of weeks. Not the romantically interested kind of taken, mind you. Roselyn was certainly a little bi-curious, but she was in the closet of such matters, so to speak. No, she had taken to Asuka on a sisterly level. It was to be expected from a slightly older woman in an environment that was heavily dominated by men.

Of course, Roselyn knew that she could not just walk away and leave Asuka here. Asuka was the only hope that Roselyn believed that she had of closing the Yomi down for her twin brother and their big dysfunctional family. Besides, Logan wasn't the type to go and off an innocent girl. Roselyn could vouch for Asuka and she would inform Logan that Asuka was not actively involved in Yomi's operations. Roselyn believed, wholeheartedly, that Asuka would be just as safe with Logan as she was with her own brother.

As Asuka had expected, 'Rachel' closed the door behind her as she stepped into the oriental woman's bedroom. Once inside, she moved across the room to sit on the edge of Asuka's bed and wait for an opportunity to strike. Until one presented itself, however, there was no harm in making idle chat. Roselyn had been wanting to get to know Asuka a little better anyway. Even if they were technically enemies, it was nice to have other independent women to talk to now and then. Most of the girls that she was used to seeing around the Bangers' races were just the guys' arm candy.

"Oh, I just wanted to talk," 'Rachel' answered Asuka in a sugar-sweet tone. As the dark-haired woman got comfortable on the bed, she crossed her right leg over her left - a habit that she had gotten accustomed to when meeting with anyone else from the streets. In this position, her right foot was hanging closer to her hands and she could have her knife in hand in the blink of an eye if needed. "I see the way the guys look at you - the same way that they look at me. I thought that you might enjoy the company of someone that didn't want to tear that tank top off of your pretty little shoulders and throw you down on the bed here." With that, a mischievous little smirk crossed Roselyn's lips.
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

Turning her Ipod off completely, she chuckled softly at the lewd - but accurate - sentence. "Yeah ... but Aniki keeps them all on a tight leash for that. I wish though he wouldn't tell them 'look but don't touch'. Makes me sound like a cheap whore or something ... " Rolling her eyes at the idea, a low sigh left as she rested her cheek in her hand, her elbow upon her desk in one of the unoccupied spaces. "Well ... thanks all the same. I know you didn't have to make the trip here. But admittingly ... it does get somewhat lonely when Shinjiro and the others all go out and do their .... ugh ....."

Her head shook as she rubbed her forehead with her other hand. "Sometimes I don't even know what the hell I'm doing here. I know we have nowhere else to go ... but I feel like the pretty girl walking beside the World Heavyweight Champion on any wrestling show; mainly RAW or Smackdown! ... err ... do you kinda know what I mean? I'm just .... the pretty face, maybe jail bait to a few .... I don't belong basically. Maybe the better wording is I shouldn't be here. But I only hate Aniki's actions .... not him. And so I feel like it'd be wrong for me to leave him ... "

For a bit, her eyes had gone over Rachel and to her window, as if trying to hear for the tell-tale noises of motorcycles. When those didn't reach her eyes, she sighed and gazed back to Rachel. "....Sorry. I must seem really rude right now huh?" Standing up to her full height of five feet and three inches, she gave a soft smile to the girl. "Do you want a Coke or something? I don't know about you ... but I'm kinda parched." Moreover, it'd help her forget about her Aniki for a bit. She was still pissed at him ... but hey it was with good reason at least. Her ankles tensed as she got ready to turn and head to the kitchen area. Regardless of what Rachel said, she would get something for herself.
 
As Asuka spoke, Roselyn couldn't help but empathize with the young oriental woman. She, too, had butt heads with her own brother when the two of them were first pulling the Old Port Brawlers and the Portland Roadhogs together. Stepping out of the racing circuit and into the fighting circuit to get to know the new parts of her family for the first couple of times was less than thrilling. The racers were vulgar toward her, sure, but they were used to picking up girls from the comfort of their cars. The fighters, however, were a whole new beast. They were used to physical contact and because of that, they were pretty handsy until Logan put them in their place.

"Well there are other options, you know," Rachel said as she followed Asuka's lead and got herself back up onto her own to feet. She had intended to follow behind Asuka and enjoy the conversation while she waited for her moment to strike. "I know that your brother likes to talk down their reputation because they prefer not to pick gunfights on the street, but the Old Port Bangers are still alive and kicking in every corner of this city that the Yomi aren't. I almost joined them myself before I found your brother's crew, but I am sure that you and everyone else here could have guessed that. I mean, a girl doesn't supercharge her wheels for nothing, right?"

Roselyn knew that it was hopeless to try and turn Asuka against her brother. She knew that it would never happen, but this was as good of an opportunity as any to probe the little asian girl's mind. She opened the door of discontent, so 'Rachel' brought up the alternatives. Surely, it wouldn't look like she was trying to sell the idea of the Bangers to the oriental woman. At least, she hoped that it would not. Roselyn didn't really come armed with a plan to fight Asuka into submission.

"Anyway," she spat out before Asuka could retort offensively on the suggestion. "I know that joining them isn't an option for you, being Shinjiro's little sister and all, but maybe they would be willing to help in some way? I'm sure that they want to shut Shinjiro down as much as you do. Just do me a favor and promise me that you won't have them shut down our Ecstasy trafficking."

The last sentence was the deal sealer to try and convince Asuka that 'Rachel' was on Yomi's side, despite the things that she had just suggested. Roselyn wouldn't touch the stuff with a ten foot pole, of course, but Asuka didn't need to know that. All Asuka needed to believe was that 'Rachel' was into some of the heavy stuff that the Bangers refused to traffic. That had always been her alibi when her loyalty was questioned by the mosty-asian street gang. As far as they thought, 'Rachel' had chosen them over the Bangers because the Bangers wouldn't get her 'the good stuff'.
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

She gave a light nod and another sigh. "Yeah, I do. But ... I don't know ..." Letting her sentence trail off, she didn't hear a reply ... but she did note that Rachel appeared to be ready to follow her. So, she'd let her choose her own drink. Leading them down a few sets of stairs and making some turns every now and again, the girls finally arrived in a built in kitchen. It had most of the essentials; microwave, stove, fridge with a freezer ... cabinets for the silverware and plates. Opening the fridge, she pulled two Cokes out, handing one over to Rachel.

As she finished with that, she thought on Rachel's words. "Aniki doesn't really say much on the Bangers. He acknowledges they are around ... but that's the most really. I don't think he's come into contact with any as of yet." Heading up the stairs, the petite teenager couldn't help but wonder ... what had suddenly brought the Bangers up into this talk? Sure she had suggested that they may want to help with getting Shinjiro to cease his operations. But what had bothered her ... was how had she known that? Even if it was only - apparently - a possibility. Something was beginning to tell her she didn't want to just talk.

Upon arriving back in her room, she opened her drink, setting it down after taking a sip. Her left hand slipped into her pocket, pulling out a very slim phone that had she not retrieved it, Rachel would have never known it was even in her pockets. Flipping the phone open in hopes for a text, another sigh left. "....Damnit .... " She murmured, slipping the phone back in her pocket. "... He's been out longer than usual. I told him not to do this ...." Her eyes went right upon Rachel's as she asked - in a curious and simultaneously somewhat serious voice - "And where, if I may ask, have you heard about the Bangers? There's only so much one can get from the streets you know?"

Normally this wouldn't bother her; but when none of the others - her Aniki included - would be so eager to mention it but Rachel would ... it just made her wonder. Her right hand rested upon the drawer where she had put the switch blade away. Having a small frame had it's perks ... one of which was being fast when the times were right. And if she was given the right cue, she could pull it out to defend herself. Her hand - however - would only seem as if it were resting upon the drawer; or so she hoped. She didn't mean to make it obvious of what she may consider doing. Her left wrapped around the Coke can, taking another sip and waiting for either a reply ... or a hint to go through with her mental plan.
 
'Rachel' followed closely behind Asuka as they made their way to the kitchen. So many opportunities to grab the oriental girl were passed by in the pursuit of just a couple of more minutes alone with her. Roselyn knew that, under normal circumstances, she was going to be cutting things close, but she had planned for the extra time. There were going to be a few technical issues with the run that the Yomi had went on today - nothing dangerous, just a few loose gaskets and a couple of sabotaged seals that would ensure that the gang's motorcycles got held up on the side of the road for a while. None of them should have any life-threatening problems from her actions, as per Logan's expectations.

It wasn't until the duo made it back to Asuka's room that Roselyn realized that she would need to take her next opportunity. Despite how thick she had laid on her recovery statement, she had still risen the asian girl's suspicions. Roselyn was now mentally cursing herself for not exactly being the most eloquent speaker nor the best actress in the world. Fortunately for her, she didn't need to lie at all to answer Asuka's inquiry.

"Oh come on, Asuka, isn't that obvious?" 'Rachel' asked in a joking manner as she moved to sit back down on Asuka's bed. Roselyn had noticed where Asuka had rested her hand and the dark-haired woman had no intention of being stabbed. All that she had to do is play it cool and act like she hadn't noticed nor cared. The rest would be natural.

"I've lived in Portland my whole life, Asuka, and yeah the Bangers might not advertise themselves on the streets in runny spray-painted gang signs, but take a look out there at my ride! She's got more power under her hood than a 'professional' racing car. Sure, she might not be all legal, but she owns and works every little piece of mechanical goodness that I've shoved into her." As she spoke, 'Rachel' sat the coke down and fell backward onto the bed, propping herself up on her elbows so that she could still keep her eyes on Asuka. Even though Roselyn was tense as hell, she looked quite relaxed.

"I'm a racer, Asuka, and the Bangers have the best circuit in the city for serious street racers. Any racer worth their marbles knows about the Bangers and they know how to find their racing schedules." Rachel paused then, pouting her lips slightly as she got sidetracked by an interesting thought. "Maybe I'll bring you sometime. All of the 'big boys' bring their own arm candy and I'm sure they would just die if I showed up with a cute little thing like you pretending to be into me. Nothing shuts a rowdy crowd of pigs down faster than pretending to be a lesbian. Heck, I'll even let you ride shotgun. Having that much horsepower vibrate all around you... it's better than sex."
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

Her head shook no at the question of whether she understood it or not. But as Rachel went on to talk, she saw that they seemed to have another thing in common save their gender and being in a gang, almost seemingly out of place. She was from her also ... which prior till now she hadn't known. She supposed upon hearing that knowledge, it did make more sense. Letting the logic echo in her mind a few times, she nodded slowly.

"A..alright. Sorry ... it's ... " A sigh and a simultaneous groan left, followed by a low chuckle. " .... been a hell of a long night, that's all." She went silent again as Rachel then went onto also hinting she raced as a professional of sorts. That ... was actually cool to her. Very few women took up such a task, for various reasons, and with Asuka being quite the feminist that ... made her admire Rachel. She would try something with a motorcycle ... if she had one of her own. Her brother was so busy with operations that he never helped her get her license despite all the times he had sworn to do so.

Her thoughts got interrupted as she teased about going with her and being a lesbian. A slight cringe of crimson covered her cheeks at the last sentence, "I ... wouldn't know that ... but I'll take your word for it." The closest she'd gotten was a few solo masturbation sessions with herself, using an egg as the biggest object. It could fit all the way in ... but all her to remain a virgin at the same time so she had gotten quite a few of those that were hidden in her room. To make up for not being able to legally drive or ride around, she ordered online. Her brother was generous enough to give her money from their .... 'trips'. At first, she hadn't wanted to accept it, but when she realized she would be limited on obtaining any revenue as it was - without resorting to dire measures like selling herself - she accepted.

"I ... will think on that. Though honestly if I had to ride anything, I'd prefer a motorcycle, not car. But .. if nothing else, I can go for the concept ... to study and figure out what to focus on and such. It's similar enough ... " Another nod left as she thought on it one more time. "Alright .... I'll hold you to that then." Taking her Coke with her, she sat beside Rachel. Sitting upon her bed, she took another sip, a frown replacing her grin. ".... Nothing still. Damnit Aniki ... " She murmured, gazing out the window, setting her Coke upon the window sill.
 
Roselyn heaved an inward sigh of relief when it seemed as though Asuka's suspicions had been quelled. Roselyn knew all too well that if she was going to get the rival gang leader's sister out of here then Asuka's defenses would need to be down. The younger asian woman had the home field advantage here - especially in this room. Roselyn needed to have the advantage on the situation when she struck. Unfortunately, she was pressing things far too closely on the matter of time. Roselyn needed to strike soon and get the hell out.

In her current position, reclined back onto her elbows, Roselyn's hand was very near to the satchel that contained all of her gear for this operation. While Asuka was busy looking out the window, the dark-haired woman's hand slid over and her fingers pinched the zipper of the side-pack. Slowly and carefully, she began to unzip her pack as quietly as she could so that when the time came, she would be able to grab her things quickly.

"Cars and motorbikes are a lot more different than you might think, hun," 'Rachel' said with a rather matter-of-fact tone. Maybe this would give her the chance that she needed to get the jump on Asuka. She seemed to have the little asian girl's attention on the matter so maybe they could go check out her wheels. That would certainly be convenient.

"If you want, I could show you a thing or two out there on my wheels. Then maybe I can show you the difference if there is a spare bike sitting around here somewhere. It'll take your mind off of your brother and it seems like you could really use that right now." Roselyn's pack was all ready now, hanging there just waiting for her hand to reach in for whatever she might need to grab from it. With her hand free, she reached up to tuck a tuft of hair affectionately behind Asuka's ear - a very sisterly motion that she thought little of. It wasn't uncommon for the Bangers' prostitutes to come to Roselyn for advice or support if the guys got a little rough. She was sort of the whole gang's big sister and such acts of comfort and affection were just force of habit these days.

"I can sympathize with you there. My own brother used to worry me a lot too, but at least Shinjiro is just running a delivery today. My brother used to be a pit fighter in the Old Port Brawlers before they merged with the Roadhogs. The worst thing that you have to worry about with your brother is that the cops might catch him with a little illegal merchandise. I used to have to worry that someone might take a lead pipe to my brother's head."
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

"....Bad wording. I was trying to say the concept with racing them is similar enough ... isn't it?" It sure seemed like it. Then again, she was better with computer and academic subjects, along with street-smart. Vehicles? Not so much. Her eyes had stayed on the dark sky outside as she felt herself temporarily get lost in her thoughts. When had things become so hectic anyways? She wanted to think it had been when their parents had been gunned down by one of the weaker gangs - before they got disbanded - but even she wasn't sure. Even before then, Shinjiro had kind of been the rebel in the family, with her as the peacemaker between her parents and her sibling.

The offer of being taught something new made her smile come back. "....Really? Sure if you don't mind and have time. I did try to get a look at the car from here but it's too damn dark." A soft sigh left at the unusually affectionate gesture. No one had done anything similar ... since the funeral of her parents. Shinjiro had done some acts similar to what Rachel had just done to help in calming her ... and she remembered why it had worked so well. It sent soothing waves through her body - though more mind - to get rid of any anxieties and doubts she may have had. It was best with someone she was closer to; but for now, Rachel's touch would suffice.

Taking one last sip of her Coke first, she slid off the bed, leaving her half-empty drink on the window sill. Heading down the stairs, knowing Rachel would follow, she headed out to the car. Upon hearing the last sentence, it made her unable to help but wonder ... was that really the worst she had to fret about? With the way his temper was sometimes .... it seemed as if there may - gods forbid - be more than getting caught with illegal merchandise. As she arrived at the car, she circled around it a few times before stopping in front of the hood. "Not bad ... even the exterior is really nice." She at least knew basics ... but not much more of the advanced information.
 
A wicked smile creeped across Roselyn's lips as Asuka got to her feet and made her way toward the door. With time running out, this was going to be her best chance to grab Asuka and get the hell out of this warehouse with her prize. Finally, she would be able to get out of this hellhole of a hideout and get back to her own gang, her own family, her own brother, and her own life. Of course, that would mean the end of all of those things for Asuka. Roselyn truly hoped that Logan wouldn't do anything too nasty to the young oriental girl. Asuka was innocent in all of this and didn't deserve what was about to happen but it was the only foreseeable way to shut the Yomi down without bloodshed. Surely Asuka would prefer this over seeing her brother dead.

Following Asuka's lead, Roselyn slid from the bed and got back onto her own two feet. She was only a few steps behind Asuka the whole way out to the dark navy mustang. Her hands moved quickly while she walked, pulling the small bottle of chloroform out of her pack and quickly pouring the liquid out onto the rag. There hadn't been much room in the pack for bottles and she only had enough for one chance at this.

When the two reached the car, Asuka circled the four-wheeled powerhouse with a mixture of awe and curiosity. It wasn't until Asuka had paused in front of the hood that 'Rachel' made her move. Roselyn moved quickly to get behind Asuka, throwing both of her arms around the smaller asian girl. The hand that held the rag moved to attempt to cover Asuka's nose and mouth while the other arm wrapped itself around Asuka's waist in an effort to pull the smaller girl back and prevent her from escaping.

If her surprise attack was successful in every stroke, then Asuka wouldn't be conscious for long. The chloroform would have her body limp and her mind sleeping like a baby in no more than thirty seconds. All that Roselyn would need to do is hold on long enough to feel Asuka's resistance stop.
 
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Normally, silence didn't bother Asuka. But when it went for more than a minute, she began to wonder. A unique .... smell had got her attention. "... That something leaking from your car or something?" She asked, beginning to bend down to check for any liquid that shouldn't have been flowing doing so. That ... was when she felt the arms go around her.

For a few seconds, she wondered if someone else had ambushed her. But no ... Rachel had been the only one following her. She would have heard - from the footsteps being something else aside from boots - if this had been someone else. "Oi what are you .... mmmmf?!" As the cloth went over her mouth and nose that was when the smell had comprehended in her mind.

.. Chloroform?! But ... why? What's going on?! Her mind tried to race as she attempted to pull away. But not just from the chloroform itself, but also the fact she had spoken - thus causing her to inhale more than she probably should have - her struggles became weaker ... weaker ... and then finally ceased. Gravity began to take over as her body slumped forward, going for the hood, as she tried to collapse upon it.
 
Though Roselyn did not have the same martial training as her twin brother, Logan, it seemed that she still had more than enough muscle to keep a tight hold on Asuka long enough for the inhalant to take effect. Growing up with her hands and arms buried under the hood of a car will do that to a girl, it would seem. Against Logan, she was a wimp, but compared to a little asian woman whom had been sheltered by a protective big brother, Roselyn was apparently more than a match.

It wasn't until Asuka went entirely limp that Roselyn's hand slid away from the smaller woman's face, taking the chloroform-soaked rag with it. "Nighty, night sweetheart," Roselyn whispered more to herself than to the now unconscious Asuka. "Try not to worry too much. We won't let anything too horrible happen to you as long as you and your brother do exactly what you are told to do." A quick peck on the back of Asuka's neck sealed the final words before Roselyn went to work.

Knowing that she was testing the clock, the dark-haired woman went to work at prepping Asuka for her ride across the city. Asuka was laid out across the hood while Roselyn dug the rest of her things from her satchel. It took only seconds to secure Asuka's eyes and mouth with a blindfold and small leather ball-gag. Her arms were next, handcuffed behind the small-framed woman's back before Asuka was carried around to the back of the car and set into the trunk. There, her legs were then bound by the length of silk rope.

In minutes after Asuka lost consciousness, she was tucked away in the trunk of the navy Mustang that was now rolling back out of the garage in a hurry. No signs were left behind that 'Rachel' had even been there. Noone would know exactly what had happened to Asuka until Logan had decided what to do with the asian girl and what the Bangers' next move would be. Asuka would likely regain herself before reaching the Bangers' main safehouse across town, but she would do so bound and gagged in the trunk of a moving vehicle. Roselyn actually felt bad for the scare that she knew she would be giving the girl.
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

About ten minutes after Rachel left, the sounds of motorcycles and rowdy late teenagers to men in their early twenties would have been heard. Shinjiro was one of the few not celebrating. Despite how smooth the operation had indeed gone, all the bikes had spontaneously ... broken temporarily it seemed. And ... it bothered him. "Never fucking happened before .... " He murmured in annoyance, pulling his visor off as he slid it upon one of the handles.

The others were doing their best to help him forget about the seemingly petty matter. In fact, one brought up that Asuka would probably be happy to see him .. which, admittingly, made the leader smile softly. "Heh, yeah true." Pulling his phone out, he noted a text he had ignored; though not to seem like a prick. She had sent it around the time the bikes went bleh on him and the others. A soft sigh left as he closed his phone and put it away. "You all can ... chill. I owe her a talk anyways ... "

As he got closer to her room, an eyebrow raised at the sight of her door opened ajar. " ... Imouto? Oi look I'm sorry." No reply ... which made him wonder more. First giving a knock, he then peeked through. " ... Imou .... huh?!" Noticing no one inside, he shoved the door on, almost thrusting it off it's hinges. All electronics - save the lights - were off. No phone ... she had it with her?

Checking every nook and cranny of his sister's room, it seemed the phone would be the only way to get a hold of her. Pulling his cell back out, he tried calling her. One ring .. two .... three. A frown crossed his face as he hung up angrily. "Son of a bitch! What the hell happened?!" She'd never be so stupid to go out; not without informing. That was the main thing that was reassuring him something had gone on. To say he was upset ... was an understatement.

Finally, Asuka's eyes began to open only to find ... nothing? ... Mmmf?!" A shiver trailed down her body before she calmed herself. Panicking won't do you anything ... Her mouth opened to call out for Rachel ... before she felt something keeping her silent. The more she began waking up, the faster she began comprehending how she seemed to be positioned.

... Why are my .. ?? As she pulled and moved her wrists she felt something ... soft? But at the same time, it was firm and secure, keeping them behind her back. A good part of her wanted to - out of spite mainly - kick and get Rachel's attention in demand for an explanation. But, assuming she was driving, it wouldn't get her anywhere. Besides ... that part would have to come. Not that she enjoyed waiting for it like this ... but it'd be better than nothing.

Closing her eyes behind the blindfold, she took steady breaths through her nose. Oh she was pissed ... very much so. She had been right on thinking something had been up; but her refusal to want to believe it had kept her from following her instincts. And now ... she was being taken ... hell if she knew and what for. Not yet anyways ...
 
The drive from the Yomi's hideout to the main Banger safehouse was not a short one. To begin with, the two locations were across the city from one another and besides that, there was a traffic accident along the way which meant a whole boat-load of traffic. Well, if Asuka had any chance of still being asleep when they reached the safehouse, it was shot the hell out the window now. Roselyn wasn't looking forward to dealing with a fully awake and surely pissed off and/or scared Asuka when they arrived.

Eventually the two reached their destination - a large apartment complex tucked away at the end of an alleyway in the Old Port area of the city where most of the buildings were made of the original hand-laid brick that dated back to colonial times and the streets were still the original cobblestone. It was easily the most attractive district in the town, and the safest and cleanest thanks to their resident watchdogs. Thankfully, the complex was owned by one of the Bangers and it was used as the main safehouse for the gang so there wouldn't be any nosy neighbors to spot a little asian girl being pulled form the trunk of the car. Being tucked away at the end of an alley also meant that passers-by wouldn't see either. It was a nearly perfect location for a safehouse. 'The only way this could be more perfect would be if we had room for a pool,' Logan had always said.

The car slid to a stop just out of sight of the street at the end of the alley. The only people that would see her were the handful of racers that were chatting outside by their cars, but they were Bangers themselves. They knew that For Roselyn to be returning 'home' meant that a serious breakthrough had been made with the Yomi and that they had better not go running their mouths off about anything that they might be about to see. Of course, that didn't stop them from stopping to watch what was about to happen.

The Mustang's driver door opened, and Roselyn stepped out which issued whistles from several of the male racers who, of course, were standing there with their female accessories on their arms. Roselyn simply ignored it, as she always did, and moved around to the trunk to open it. With the pull of a lever, the trunk's lock made and audible pop and the top went flying up to let a wave of fresh air flood inside and wash over Asuka.

"It's Rachel, Asuka. Try and stay calm for me," Roselyn said in a soft voice so that the racers wouldn't overhear. She didn't need these hotrod punks thinking that she had gone soft. "I'm going to cut your legs free and then I am going to help you out of the trunk, alright? I'm sure that you have a lot of questions, but try to just be patient and do what I ask. I didn't bring you here to hurt you, but I can only protect you if you listen."
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

Oh what Asuka would give to punch the traitor ... but she couldn't. Giving a light nod, she then tried to nod to her pocket. "...o..e ..." She had no idea if she was making any sense at all ... or if she was slightly understanding it. Hopefully though, Rachel's memory would aid out in the clue making more sense. Asuka had heard, but not been able to reach, her phone the whole ride here. But then she decided that honestly ... that could wait. Right now, she would take advantage of the fact she could hear at least ... and try to get a better idea of where the hell she was to begin with.

Silently getting out - with Rachel's help - she tried to focus on the noises. Men .... lots of them from the number of whistles. But the other thing that gave a bit of a clue was engines. ... Cars? Going back over the talk they had before ... this incident, she felt herself tremble a bit. ... Is .. this ... Bangers territory? But why? What the hell am I even doing here?! Remembering how the men were - apparently - she allowed Rachel to lead her. Not just because she couldn't see, but damned if she'd let some pervert get free gropes on her ... especially while she was bound and sight-deprived.

The two girls weren't even inside when the word Asuka had tried to tell Rachel made itself obvious as the phone rang. Back at the Yomi hideout, a very pissed and angry Shinjiro was continuing to pace. He'd even gone so far as to log onto AIM and start conversing with the people Asuka had been, trying to get hints. The best one was that someone had come over and she needed to log off to pay heed to them. Someone she trusts then ... but who the hell's that bold? Were it not for the fact he was in Asuka's room, a few walls would have been punched at right now. But he had a lot of respect and, when really needed, restraint; though the latter was becoming more difficult to do. "Goddamnit someone answer .... " He murmured, finally using her chair to sit down, fingers drumming against the desk that kept her laptop laid upon it.
 
It was probably better for Asuka that she couldn't just haul off and deck Roselyn. Not only would Roselyn probably turn right around and break something on that pretty little face, but there would have been about a half dozen Bangers on her ass in the blink of an eye. That kind of thing wouldn't go over very well for the plan that Roselyn had formulated in her own head and, she hoped, that Logan would agree with. Roselyn had meant it when she said that she hadn't brought Asuka here to hurt her.

Grabbing her boot knife, Roselyn cut the rope that kept Asuka's legs bound. After slipping the knife back into its place, Roselyn helped the asian woman out of the trunk of the car and began to guide her across the parking lot toward the double-doors that lead into the complex. All of the guys whistled and shouted in their wake. Not only had the Bangers' street queen returned, but she had brought a new plaything for the gang with her - a trophy from the other gang if there was any judgement to be made by her obvious ethnicity. The Yomi were the only gang around that had any kind of notable oriental crew among them.

The roars disappeared as the duo entered the building and the doors slammed shut behind them. The hallway inside was empty, which Roselyn had expected. Most of the gang lived here on one of the rooms, usually with one or two other members, like one big family. It was much more common for the gang to gather inside of someone's apartment and relax than it was for them to crowd together in the narrow hallway.

"Alright, Asuka," Roselyn spoke again in a soft tone. "I'm gonna take the gag out of your mouth but try to resist the urge to scream. We don't want the guys to..." Roselyn was cut off by the sound of Asuka's ringtone calling out from her pocket.

"Damnit!" Roselyn hissed. "How could I be so stupid as to have forgotten to leave your phone behind." The dark-haired woman shoved her hand shamelessly into Asuka's pocket to retrieve the ringing phone instead of removing the gag. That could wait until after the call.

"Hello?" Roselyn spoke normally as she flipped the phone up to her ear.
 
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The whistles ... were adding onto how much she was hating being guided around in her state. Her head lowered ... even though she knew she hadn't done anything wrong. Thankfully the noise got drowned out after a bit ... hinting that they were inside ... somewhere. She had been more than ready to have the gag removed ... but she nearly jumped as the phone rang again. A low and muffled chuckle left. She supposed she should have seen that coming. " A ..i ... i ... " She murmured, exhaling through her nose.

Once Roselyn answered, the very harsh and stern voice of Shinjiro wasted no time in speaking, "Who the hell is this and where is Asuka?!" Behind the phone, he had stood up once the voice answered ... and was now back to pacing in the room. Noting the Coke that she had been sipping, he decides to get one for himself; hoping something will try to calm him down. Not gonna get her back like this ...

Still, he wouldn't hold back his anger; especially since it was justified. Sounds of footsteps heading out of a room could be heard. The answer to where was easily answered as a door opening, then a drink being opened could be heard. The breathing on the other end ... was mixed. It was trying - actually attempting - to calm down; but the task was much easier said than done. For, of course, obvious reasons.
 
Roselyn continued to guide Asuka down the hall, even as she was on the phone with the asian woman's brother. There was no point in stopping over some little phone call that would ultimately mean nothing in the long run. Besides, Logan's apartment room was on the third floor of the complex and Roselyn wanted to get Asuka to him as soon as possible. She was sure that Asuka would prefer that over the alternative of standing around and waiting for one of the gang's less gentlemanly men to find her in this situation as well.

"Oh, hello Shinjiro," Roselyn spoke in a half-bubbly voice. She wanted to gloat for being able to snatch the Yomi's darling Asuka right out from under their noses, but there would be time for that later. After all, Logan hadn't even been made aware of their ace-in-the-hole yet. "Well, you know me as Rachel, but that isn't my real name. My real name isn't important, though, so let's skip to the second question. Asuka is with me and she is safe. She's a little tied up right now and can't come to the phone, but she is safe and she will remain so as long as you're a good little boy and do as your told. We will call you with more details later. For now, you just sit tight."

Roselyn ignored any attempt that Shinjiro might have made to cut her off as she spoke or any mumbling from the gagged Asuka. She said her piece, interruptions or not, and promptly disconnected the call by shutting the phone off before slipping the small cellular device inside of her own pocket.

With that interruption out of the way, Roselyn stepped up behind Asuka rather quickly and threw her arms around the smaller-framed woman just as she had done before - left arm around Asuka's waist and right hand clamped over her mouth. Of course, this time that was no rag and her hand was reaching for the ball of the gag instead of mouth and nose.

"We're going to try this again," Roselyn whispered into Asuka's ear. "I am going to pop this gag out of your mouth as a show of good faith so that you can at least communicate. I will answer any questions that you might have, but if you scream, I will shove this thing right back between those pretty lips of yours. Got it?"

Roselyn paused, waiting for confirmation. If Asuka nodded, then she would remove the gag and the two would continue onward. If Asuka gave the dark-haired woman any reason to doubt, then the gag would remain in place and the oriental woman would find herself being hurried along by a much less sunny side of her former 'friend' Rachel.
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

It was tempting ... to even try to hint to Shinjiro that she was beside Roselyn during the whole talk. But ... she could hear enough he was already pissed as it was. If he got even the slightest hint that she was bound and gagged, he'd have more of a fit than he may already be having. And ... she was already - unintentionally - doing enough to him just by being in this situation to begin with. Ergo, somewhat - okay very reluctantly - she forced herself to stay silent.

The lack of sight made all the twists and turns even more confusing ... but some stairs hinted the direction of up was at least part of the equation. Over the phone, Asuka could hear a few times her brother had attempted to speak .... but perhaps the only thing making him behave at all was knowing she was on the other end. The only thing he would get out before Roselyn hung up were the words, "Tch ... fine. I'm holding you to that though ... " before he too hung up.

Feeling Roselyn's arms wrap around her body, one upon the gag and the other around her waist, Asuka tensed at first. But as she began to explain what she was really going to go, she .. well ... attempted to relax. It was still very nerve-wracking to be in a spot like she was now and not be anxious. But so far she had been getting, from what she could assume, close to getting answers. So ... she would keep behaving. A nod in the direction of a 'yes' left Asuka's head as she eagerly waited for the gag to be removed. Once it was ... she panted a bit, swallowing now that her mouth wasn't restrained; but nothing close to screaming. Merely letting her mouth get used to being free again. And thus the first question that had been going through her mind finally left, "....Why go to such dire measures? Assuming this is to stop my brother, that is ...." She did recall 'Rachel' bringing that up in their talk ... and wondered if that was what this was about. "Or ... correct me if I'm wrong in that guess ... " She added lowly.
 
"Well listen to you," Roselyn said with a pleasantly surprised tone as a smile slid across her lips. "If I was in your place, I would be screaming and swearing like an old fisherman. I'm honestly surprised that you have been able to stay calm like this for this long; not that I am complaining. Anyway, you are correct in your assumption. I brought you here to shut the Yomi down. As for these particular measures... Well, you're Shinjiro's only notable weakness. We could shoot him, yeah, but that isn't our style and it would only incite a gang war that we would rather avoid. Violence isn't our style - never has been. That is why I went to the lengths of sabotaging the Yomi's motorcycles and knocking you out in a relatively forceless manner to get you here. We want to end this problem quickly and peacefully."

Frankly, she was glad that she did not have to put Asuka's gag back into place. Asuka was a really nice girl, despite her upbringing, and Roselyn hated putting her in this situation. This was just another notch in the long record of things that she had done for the gang that she didn't want to do. If she just had a dollar for each of those notches, she could retire from the street life. Her car would be paid off and she would be able to buy and pay off a house. That is how she felt sometimes, at least.

By now, the two young women had made it to the third floor and were walking down the corridor that ended in the door to Logan's apartment. Logan lived there alone, making he and Roselyn the only two Bangers that had their own places in the complex. The dark-haired woman assumed that Asuka would be made to stay with her, but she had no idea how she would hold the enthic woman there. Logan's apartment was much more secure but he wouldn't force a strange girl to stay there with him would he? It seemed a little unlike him to Roselyn. Besides, what would he do with Asuka when he had a woman over?
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

Feeling more stairs and a few other turns, another question left the Asian's lips. "What ... should I expect? Where ... exactly are you leading me to then? Some ... sort of holding place?" It could fit their 'style' somehow ... but then again, maybe not. After all, she did have all the restraints upon her as it was. An inward sigh left as her head bowed ... this all really was beginning to get the best of her. But a bit moreso in the psychological aspect ... this was just a blindfold ... right? She wanted to be damn well sure ... she had to be.

... "Please can ... can you at least remove the blindfold? This is .... enough to make any sane person nervous. I've ... tried to avoid complaining but ..." Her head shook slowly. "I can't keep this hidden away anymore. Is ... there any way it can be removed? I'm already lost enough as it is .... I'm not sure how long I was out during the ride though I'd guess probably most of it ... " Her voice was trying to stay calm ... but it was trembling ever so slightly, her anxieties beginning to get the best of the poor Asian.

Resuming with her calming breaths through her nose, another question --- one she was probably being way too hopeful with -- very slowly left her lips. "When ... will this end? I mean ... I'm just staying like this till Aniki gets a grip ... right?" Or .. had she missed something, somewhere. She hadn't thought so but ... she could be naive every now and again.
 
"I am sure that my brother will take your blindfold off when we get to his apartment," Roselyn replied to Asuka's plea in an effort to calm the obvious quake in the smaller woman's voice. "As for the rest... It is not my place to say. In the end, it is Logan's call about how to handle you, not mine, but I do not foresee you being held here any longer than necessary if Shinjiro plays by the rules. Of course, I don't really predict that he will play by our rules very well."

The duo reached the end of the corridor and Roselyn tugged back on Asuka's arm gently to send her a silent message to stop so that she did not walk face first into the door. "You know your brother better than I do, of course, but in my month with his crew he struck me as a... persistent individual. I do not believe that he will stop. I believe that he will stay low and under the radar with his dealings from now on, but I do not believe that he will stop. He will wait patiently and slowly arm the Yomi for a fight while trying to ensure that you are not being harmed."

The dark-haired woman sighed heavily as she stepped around Asuka so that she could quickly knock on the door. Hopefully Logan was home. Roselyn had left her house keys with him on the off chance that she was discovered while with the Yomi. "That is just what I think, of course, and it is what I fear. This whole 'Asuka will be safe as long as you play by our rules' is a bluff that I hope doesn't get called. Logan is a sucker for a pretty face and you've got one hell of a cute little mug on the top of that little neck. It doesn't matter if Shinjiro starts an open gang war in the middle of the streets. Logan won't make an example of an innocent girl."
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

A slow, silent nod left the Asian as she would wait a bit more. From what she was gathering, everything ... her fate, future, most of everything would be decided between two people. To be more exact, two men ... one she didn't know and one she did all too well. It horrified her ... and she hated it. All but the last of her sanity and life had been practically stripped away ... it was making her tremble more. She was trying to cling onto something ... hope? Faith? She wasn't sure ... but it was something - the only thing - keeping her calm.

Feeling herself get ceased to avoid walking into something ... a door she guessed, her heart sank at the next words. She may has well have slapped her .... because that was what it had felt like. She was right; and the fact Shinjiro had said the same words earlier made her tremble more. He probably wouldn't stop ... build up and prepare. Whatever she had been holding onto finally slipped ... and tears slowly began falling, all her control and restraint now gone.

By now, Asuka could barely hear anymore words ... even the knock she hadn't noted. Her tears continued falling down her cheeks, down to the floor. Never before had the asian felt as dead as she was now. This was the worst possible scenario she could have ever been dragged into ... and she hated it. The act for sure, though it was tempting to add Roselyn onto that list. But ... if she was merely following this Logan's orders, he would probably replace her. She began to wipe her eyes on her shoulders ... before realizing the blindfold was still on for now. Shuddering lightly as she calmed herself, her tears began to slow though not yet stop. Going completely silent, she waited for this Logan ... to begin arrive. The way he would first react to Asuka would be enough of a hint on how this all would turn out ...
 
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