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Gang Wars [YunaxPredatory's 1x1]

Roselyn didn't pay any mind to Asuka's silent tears. She knew that nothing that she could say would actually calm the little asian woman down, no matter how much she would have liked to. It was best to ignore it - to let Asuka think that the tears had gone unnoticed. Roselyn would allow Asuka to have her false courage and to keep what dignity that she had left in this situation. She owed Asuka that much, at the absolute least.

"You're a smart girl, so I am sure you have guessed that my name isn't really Rachel," Roselyn said when she heard someone stirring on the other side of the door. She had only just then realized that her manners had escaped her in the whole abduction thing. She never told Asuka who she was. "My name's Roselyn Masters, Street Queen of the Old Port Bangers. You can just call me Rose if you'd like, and if anyone around here gives you any trouble, you just tell them that if they touch you, they'll feel the rose's thorn. Logan is the only one that won't take that threat seriously, though. Don't piss him off because I won't be able to protect you from him."

Just as Rose was finished speaking, the door swung open to reveal Logan Masters standing on the other side wearing a black gi. The top of the gi was hanging open and he was glistening with a light sweat. It was pretty clear that Roselyn and Asuka had interrupted Logan while he was doing his daily stance routines. Well, it was obvious to Roselyn, at least, and she was certain when she saw him that she would get scolded for interrupting him, but she was about to get scolded for something else altogether.

"Roselyn Ann Masters, what the hell is all of this!?" Logan was making no attempt to hide his confusion or irritation at the sight that he had just opened the door to. Before Rose could answer, however, Logan continued. "You know what? Nevermind. This isn't a talk that everyone else needs to hear. Get your ass in here."

When Logan was finished, Roselyn stepped silently into the room ahead of Asuka while Logan's hand reached out to land on top of Asuka's shoulder. In that moment, maybe a little of Asuka's concern could melt away. While this man's voice had been harsh just now toward Rose, the touch of his hand was gentle as he tried to guide the small girl forward into the room so that he could shut the door.
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

The last words did anything but help poor Asuka. Did that mean if he got angry at her, he'd .... sink so low to dare hit her? Why wouldn't even Roselyn be able to save Asuka? She felt panic beginning to become more dominant within her now. She wanted out; to go home. Yes it sounded, especially in her head, so very childish ... but she didn't care! The cuffs, the blindfold ... she wanted it all gone ... to be back with her brother. But even just the mere possibility she may never see him again even ... wasn't working for her.

She hadn't been working on her wrists and trying to move them for but a few minutes before the silence finally got broken; though from what she heard, it hadn't made her happier. Swallowing anxiously, she felt her feet try to take a step back, but without any guarantee she wouldn't trip or worse, she stopped and stayed in place.

The close nature of the voice hinted this Logan was in front of her ... or damn close to it. Wait ... the tone ... It made her unable to help but wonder if he had even known this plan. For a bit, it didn't sound like it. Maybe ... there really was hope yet for her. Her wrists had stopped once she heard the door open but now with the new possibilities coming up, she made them go completely still. It'd be pathetic if the worst thing that would ensure her to remain here for too long was herself.

More from instinct than anything else, her body tensed at the new touch. The sensory deprivation had really aided out with forcing her senses to work better, adding onto all the anxiety and anticipation that had been rushing through her body since she woke up. She did allow herself to be guided in, albeit her body didn't completely relax. It couldn't... not yet. Then again, whom immediately could when they were in Asuka's place? As she exhaled deeply, she caught a new odor .... sweat? It hadn't been from Roselyn so it must have been upon Logan.

Her head gazed around - even with the blindfold on - as she carefully followed Logan's lead. From the brief first impression of the man, she was too scared to speak and she had already seen just how bad his wrath could be. Thankfully - and granted - it wasn't at her. But ... still ... it seemed like he had a short fuse. And if that was true .... her head shook no. Don't think that way ... she tried to plead with herself. The poor girl was torn .. she was trying so hard to remain relatively brave given her circumstances. But all the unknown factors and questions - particularly regarding Logan and what would happen between them - wasn't doing her any good.
 
"Don't you 'Ann' me, asshole," Roselyn's voice could be heard returning the snippy tone to her twin. "I go out scouting for a month to try to find a weak link in the Yomi and this is how I get spoken to when I come back with the only plausible answer!? I know that you like to play Mister Chivalry, and I can respect that, but this was the more peaceful alternative. Would you have preferred me to knock the poor girl over her head and drag her in here with blood pouring down her cheeks?"

"We're trying to end this problem peacefully and quietly, Roselyn! Do you think that this Shinjiro character is going to play nice when he finds out that we have his little girlfriend? No, you didn't thin-" The male voice retorted. By the sound of it, he was still standing very near to Asuka.

"That's his sister, not his girlfriend, you dipshit!" Roselyn cut him off. Her footsteps could be heard falling heavily back towards them - towards the door. Moments later, a gust of wind from the door being swung up washed over Asuka as Roselyn continued to shout, not caring who else in the complex might hear. "Though that's fine. I did my job so there you go. If you want to be pain in the ass over me doing something that I was asked to do then you can handle the rest your damn self!" With that, Rose slammed the door behind her.

There was a pause afterward - a moment of dead silence that was broken by a heavy sigh. When next Logan spoke, the harsh edge was gone from his tone and his voice was at a more suitable indoor volume. "Sister, eh? Well that's got the possibility of being about a ten times more volatile than girlfriend now doesn't it? Oh well, no turning back now, right? Let's just get this thing here off of you..."

Logan's fingers could be felt on either side of Asuka's temple. While he had been speaking, he had moved to stand in front of Asuka and he would have been the first thing that she saw when he slowly slid the blindfold down over her nose so that it could fall down around her neck with the gag.
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

Asuka inwardly cringed as she was forced to listen to the argument between the two siblings. Admittingly, she could be as loud and harsh as Roselyn .. but even that took a lot for her to get to that point. Her shoulders tried to block her ears as the loud slam echoed in her ears. Then again, she had been trying to reduce the volume of everything; the slam and the shouting, especially with Logan having been so close to her from how it all sounded. The slam hinted she was alone ... with Logan.

Swallowing nervously, her body tensed more at fingers moving beside her temple. This time her feet did make her step back ... but not until the blindfold was taken away. The fact that the blindfold was only in front of - and near - the gag didn't make her feel good. She had expected it to have been completely taken off ... but the lack of suggested his grip, literal or otherwise, would probably not be as gentle as it could be. Or ... was paranoia and anxiety just getting to her too much now?

Blinking, her hazel eyes looked quickly up to the figure before her. Just from a fast study, he was already close to, if not over, a foot than her in height. The gi and sweat all gave away he worked out via martial arts. Her brother ... kept himself in shape, though not with the same methods. Her mouth opened as words tried to leave .. but she had no idea what to say. Part of her wanted to ask, 'Why?!', another 'What the hell?!', and even another to beg to be let go. Though from the brief summary Roselyn had given her before she was 'introduced' to Logan ... the latter would be impossible.

Her head shook as her eyes looked downward. Finally, she mustered her courage and spoke, remembering that even if Shinjiro called, the phone was with Roselyn ... not her. "I ..... I'm sorry. I really don't know what to say ... think ...." A nervous chuckle left as she forced her eyes to look back at Logan, now taking in his features.

She hadn't been around many Caucasian men before ... so already that aspect was new. Like herself, he had hazel eyes and raven hair. The main difference seemed to be skin color. Pushing herself against one of the sides of the wall, she carefully sat herself down, maintaining eye contact. She would at least try to be civil if nothing else. Sitting down in Indian style, she waited for a more better hint on what would happen. She understood she was supposed to be under his care but ... was it just that simple? She wanted to believe it .. but it was hard to. There was almost always some sort of 'catch' with these things; ample amounts of action and other genre-type movies had taught her this.
 
Once the blindfold was off, Asuka would be able to actually see where she was and if she wasn't somewhat impressed, then she'd have been the first woman that Logan had in his apartment who wasn't. Most of the rooms in the old apartment complex had been redone to best suit the individuals living within and this room was no different. The old brick walls were no longer visible - hidden behind a proper wood-frame sheet-rock wall, painted a dark cream that looked almost tan. The floors had been redone into bamboo hardwood for cleaning simplicity and aesthetic value. In the center of the main room was a giant round rug, dark sage in color, with a brown couch, love seat, and chair set that matched the walls nicely. To the left from the door was the kitchen which was only really distinguished as such by the sage island-style marble counter cutting it off from the rest of the one-room living area. Beyond that was a rather nice stove and refrigerator - both black. The appliances in the kitchen weren't top-of-the-line, but they weren't at all bad for a bachelor. Along the right side of the room were two doors near either the front or back walls, but they were both closed. There seemed to only be two windows in the room and they were both covered by sheets of black winterizing plastic.

"So you're Shinjiro's sister then? I didn't even know that he had one," Logan spoke, thinking aloud to himself. He moved toward Asuka as she sat down and knelt down to slide his hands underneath of her arms to help her back up. As he did so, he spoke in a soft and gentle voice not unlike the reassuring tones that Roselyn had used when trying to calm Asuka down. "I am sure that you would like to have a seat and relax your nerves, but let's get those cuffs off of you first. My sister seems to have stormed off with her key but I uh... Well, let's just say that I've got a key that can open these in the nightstand beside my bed."
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

Her eyes did heed the room ... and admit it was a nice touch. Unfortunately, her mind wasn't focusing on that. It was too far on herself, her situation; all of which she still was not enjoying at all. Her knees had begun to pull themselves up towards her chest before she was guided back up on her feet. Even with the kind words and gestures ... she couldn't help herself. She laughed at the terms he had decided to use, her head shaking.

"....Forgive me but ... relax?! You seriously ... expect that to be done anytime soon?" Her head turned as she felt her shaking resume; in both her body and voice. "I will not say I disagree on you and your sister's thoughts. You two are not the only ones who want to get my brother to stop. But ... isn't this a bit too much?!" Were it not for the fact this was a gang she was with, she would have more faith in the police aiding out. But ... therein laid the problem. Even if they got contacted, they'd probably take Shinjiro away. His own record wasn't exactly perfect ... and it'd allow them the chance to kill two birds with one stone.

Her head shook as her back remained turned away from Logan. "That's ... asking too much. Just leave me be ... I've had enough. Your sister has already reminded me of enough that has hurt me more than you ever could; even if you don't - apparently - sink that low." Her tears resumed, her trembling becoming more violent than it had been thus far. ".... I don't know whom or what to hate more. But please .... right now ... this is too much." Sitting back down on the floor, she resume with what she had been in the midst of doing before he had aided her in standing up. Her knees moved against her chest as she hid her face in them, a few stray tears rolling down her jeans and onto the floor.
 
Logan wasn't going to argue with the little asian girl that had been dropped into his lap so haphazardly. Maybe if Roselyn didn't have such a firecracker attitude, they could have hashed some of this out and Logan could have had a better understanding of exactly what was going on. At the moment, however, he was just as overwhelmed as Asuka; albeit in a different situation. Asuka, herself, was just the cherry on the top of the shit-storm pie that he had been dealing with for the past three weeks. Roselyn, of course, was unaware of any of that mess due to her separation from the rest of the crew.

Another heavy sigh escaped Logan when Asuka pulled away and slid back down the wall. When he spoke next, he turned around and started moving toward the large coffee table centered in the middle of the brown matching living room furniture. "I suppose you are right. Take all of the time that you need to collect your thoughts; heavens know that I will need to do the same. You're not exactly what I was expecting Rose to come crawling back with."

Once Logan retrieved his keys, he moved back towards the door and locked it from the inside with a key. It would seem that both sides of the lock to Logan's room had key slots. Perhaps he had done this before? What other reason would there be to have a key lock on the inside?

With the door locked, Logan turned and started to walk off toward the door on the back right side of the apartment. "I'm going to get cleaned up. When you're ready to sort this out, let me know. Hopefully, I'll have decided exactly what to do with you then."
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

.... Seriously? He had to think on just how risky the idea of keeping her here as a hostage/guest was? This ... did not go well with Asuka's mind. Giving a nod, she looked up, her head remaining on her knees. Waiting for him to be out of eyeshot first, that was when she began making her own moves. Fuck this, I'm not doing this! No ... damned ... way .... Carefully lying herself on her back, she raised her hips up, arching her back slightly.

Closing her eyes, she took steady breaths as she moved her wrists out from behind her back. Sliding them underneath her rear, they would go out underneath her feet then in front of her. Another good thing about Asians; their small and flexible bodies allowed 'tricks' such as that to be done so much easier than most other races. Once her hands were in front of her - as opposed to behind - she pulled the blindfold and gag and tossed them down on the floor. Hell if those are being used again ...

Now came the more annoying part .... looking for an alternate route. She'd heard and saw the door being locked. But ... windows? Ventilation system? There had to be something else for her to use .. right? Keeping her footsteps as soft as possible despite wearing stilettos, she gazed quickly around. She didn't know exactly how much time she had; but she doubted it was much. So she would try to make this as fast as possible. Once - if rather - she found something, she began doing whatever was needed to reach or open it. For a window, she tried to pry it open, working on undoing any locks that may have been secured already. For the ventilation, she grabbed one of the chairs and began manually trying to undo the screws so she could climb up and in.
 
Asuka wouldn't have much time once Logan had slipped into the room in the far corner of the apartment and closed the door behind him. Unfortunately, she would need far more time than she had to secure herself a way out of this apparent nightmare. The door had a unique knob on it - one that required a key to lock and unlock from both sides and Logan had thought to lock that before leaving her alone. On top of that, he had taken his keys with him. The windows, while a fine choice in any other room, were not an option here. Besides the sheets of winterizing plastic that covered them, there were steel bars running both vertically and horizontally. Unless Asuka could dislocate her bones to squeeze through small areas in the manner that a rat could, she wasn't leaving that way. Her only option was the ventilation system, which was on the ceiling.

It was a valiant effort, but there was no way that she would have all of the screws undone by hand before Logan returned. There was one on each corner and two in between each corner per side. this wasn't Logan's first time riding the hostage train and the hostages prior to Asuka had made his room quite prepared for all manner of escape tactics.

"That isn't going to work, you know," Logan said with a surprisingly calm tone as he appeared in the doorway, now out of his gi and wearing a pair of black khakis with a matching back tee-shirt with sleeves just long enough to conceal the tattoo on his arm. He started across the room toward Asuka with the intention of helping her down from the chair. In his hand was a small key that would unlock the fuzzy cuffs binding her wrists. "I've done the hostage thing before. Even if you had gotten that cover off and climbed into the vent, there is a grated barrier blocking the first bend in the system. All that you would have accomplished is getting yourself stuck."

When Logan reached the chair, he held his hand out for Asuka to take so that he could help her down. A gentleman even in the face of his enemy's blood - that was Logan.
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

Once the windows got eliminated, she went to checking the vents. About half or so had been done ... when she heard Logan speak. Her heart stopped, as did her hands, as she quietly listened to his words. So ... Her fists clenched as her head bowed. She'd never met anyone whom had thought so far ahead aside from Shinjiro. It was scary ... and a bit infuriating. But there was a small part that couldn't help but admire him all the same. Most gang members were all brawn and no brains or vice versa. It was hard to find someone who had both. She would give him credit for that if nothing else.

That did not, however, mean she enjoyed that she had to be the one in this mess. The door being locked had already made her pretty certain he had done this hostage thing before. Now he merely confirmed it in the young Asian's mind. Staring angrily into his eyes, she turned away. "..... I can get down fine, thanks." She murmured, going through with her own words as she stepped off. Keeping her back to Logan, she ... was so very torn, especially emotionally.

It was clear he was trying to be civil. And to extents, she was also. But it was a bit hard to under such circumstances. Even the most usually patient and calm people could easily lose said virtues. If anything, Asuka was proof of this with how she'd reacted since arriving here. Staying silent for a quite a while, she finally spoke after a bit. "... If you know Shinjiro's more likely to .... I guess .... what's the point in seriously keeping me here when you and your sister have figured there may be more bad then good coming from this?" Her head shook lightly ... it probably didn't matter. Right now, nothing felt as if it did.
 
Logan couldn't exactly blame Asuka for her reaction to this entire mess. Here she was, the sister of Shinjiro Tsuimori, leader of one of the most dangerous gangs that Portland had seen in a long time, and she was trapped here with the leader of a rival gang after being kidnapped. If Logan were anyone else, the leader of any other gang, Asuka would be in a world of trouble. How was she to know that Logan wasn't going to chain her up in a basement somewhere and starve her while she was being used as a bartering chip?

Of course, Logan was still the leader of a gang. Chivalrous demeanor or not, he cared little for the laws instilled by the government and he had a rather bad reputation among Portland's nightclub crews for being 'handsy' and sexually aggressive. Asuka was in no danger of being beaten or tortured, but she was still very much in a certain danger zone that a young protected girl like her wouldn't want to be in.

On the other hand, Logan did care about personal honor and once he gave someone his word on something, he saw to the best of his ability that such a commitment was carried out. If nothing else, Asuka might learn to take comfort in that.

"That is something that I find myself wondering, as well," Logan said thoughtfully as he slipped the handcuff key into his pocket. He knew that Asuka would be more comfortable without those things on, but if she wanted to be stubborn and keep her back to him then he would wait for her to come to terms with all of this. Once the key was in his pocket, he crossed his arms over his chest and allowed himself to size Asuka up for the first time. She certainly wasn't a bad looking girl. She seemed a little young, but what was age to a couple of street kids? Maybe Roselyn hadn't screwed this up, after all.

"At current, keeping you here is the better option. Rose blew her cover to get you here, I am sure. That makes you our only lead to shut his operations down. Beyond that, if he knows that we still have you then he will move at a slaw and careful pace. If you are not here, however, he will certainly still lash back out at us for abducting you in the first place. If he knows that you're safe then those attacks will be fast and bloody for both sides. Unfortunately, we find ourselves at an impasse. Neither option will yield the desired result, but keeping you here will mean less blood while I figure something else out."
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

Slowly massaging her wrists as the cuffs left, she went quiet to think on Logan's words. Her head slowly shook no after some silent contemplation. "I ... don't know on the 'least amount of bloodshed' theory. It should lead to that, yes. But when his temper flares ... " A low chuckle left as a few flashbacks of her either seeing it, experiencing it, or both even went through her head. " ... Well ... you don't usually want to be around him. I suppose though it applies to most of us anyways." Her head shook as a low sigh left her lips.

" ... I don't even know what the hell I'm saying. I'm exhausted ... upset ...." There were tons more words the girl could have used at the moment ... but she had probably done more than enough ranting and throwing her own version of a temper as it was. Thankfully, Roselyn had at least been accurate that Logan really wouldn't lay a hand on her; or so it seemed. Because she knew if this were any other person, she would have been slapped - probably worse - with the bitchy attitude she had given Logan so far.

"So .... fine. If I really have to stay here ... where do you want me to be then? To sleep and all I mean?" For the time being she would - very reluctantly - accept it. He had made it clear enough there really was no way out. Some form of rest - one that she could obtain from her own whim without being forced to pass out - would hopefully do some good for her. Maybe she could figure more out. Maybe .... things would begin to go easier if she had more time and opportunities to properly think on everything.
 
"Not so fast there, Princess," Logan spoke in a tone of amusement mixed with surprise. He was surprised that this girl would so quickly and easily accept this new lot in life and amused that she thought that she could brush him off so easily. While it was true that Logan wouldn't strike the girl, he wasn't about to let her just give him an attitude and expect answers without answering some questions of his own. "If you need a lie down, I'll be more than happy to allow you your beauty rest but I have some questions first. For starters, I haven't even gotten your name yet. Hell, I didn't even know that Shinjiro had a sister until you got drug through my door."

Logan's arms rose to cross over his shoulders as he continued, his eyes still drinking the small-framed woman's figure in. He couldn't help but think about how nice she would look in a full length skirt, which reminded him that he would probably need to go get her a couple of changes of clothes for her stay here. He wasn't looking forward to that.

"You said that we're not the only ones that want to stop Shinjiro. Are you trying to say that you, his own sister, would like to see his operations shut down or is there another crew out there that I've missed? To be perfectly honest, I don't find either one of those options too entirely believable."
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

"..." Her patience was fading quicker with each passing moment. The rather - to her anyways - cocky tone she heard had not helped her own attitude at all. "...Asuka Tsuimori. I'm probably not known of because I'm not really an official member of the gang, per se. I don't go with him during any of his operations ... nor help him plan them. He does that either strictly on his own .. or with input from a few others. But I don't do anything in that regard."

And the last of it ... went away at the last set of words. Turning on her heels, she pulled her hand back. It wouldn't quite be a slap due to height difference ... but she would let her hand land somewhere; and as hard as she could. "Why?! Why is it so hard to believe?! He's all I have left! It's why I've been trying to get him to stop! If I lose him ... I have nothing. Moreover, the control he has been keeping on the others will be gone! Roselyn can easily tell you ... just how content they would be to have nothing holding them back from what they wanted!"

Trembling as the realization of what she had just done, she took a couple steps back to give herself distance. Even still, her eyes remained gazing right up to Logan's. "You - no doubt - run things different. But all the same, you do control a gang all the same.... " Trying to think of some analogy she could use, she nodded as one came to her. "Roselyn said she races ... what if she began doing so for more than just leisure? What if it caused her to get into risky situations? Would you really just stand by and let her do what she wants? Or would you do anything you could to protect her?!" If that didn't do anything ... she really had just screwed herself over; especially with her hasty action.
 
When Asuka took her little swing at him, despite her hands being bound together, Logan couldn't help but be a little amused. Had she actually slapped him across the face, the little asian woman would have seen just how frightening Logan could be when he needed. Fortunately for her, however, she had spun and swung at him with a reckless abandon that didn't allow time to think or aim. Her hands hit him in the chest with a hallow thud that did little more than make the man before her smirk. Asuka would have to do better than some half-assed swing with restricted arm movement if she wanted to hurt Logan.

"That'll be quite enough of that," Logan said as he reached out to put his right hand on Asuka's shoulder. Both is tone and his touch were still calm and gentle, despite what she had just done. "I understand what is going on with you now. You're an innocent bystander in all of this just watching from the sidelines and getting hit by the collateral just like Roselyn was before the Bangers were born. Back then, she used to cry herself to sleep every time that I had a bad night in the ring. I'm sorry that you got caught up in this little tiff, but I think that you'll find I am more than generous as long as you play by my rules."

Logan's arm started to put pressure on Asuka's shoulder, trying to guide her toward the back room where Logan had previously disappeared. She would not be pleased to learn that his bed was the only one in the apartment, but he would find a way to make this work even if he had to sleep on the couch.

"As for Roselyn and I; You would do well to keep your nose out of that business. She and I do not see eye to eye too often when it comes to how we should handle things. We are family, and we love one another, but we try to avoid one another when it is convenient. We're closer when we don't spend much time together."
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

... So me and Roselyn aren't too different then? Maybe that could be used to her advantage? Thinking as best as she could on the idea, she gave a light nod to herself. She'd see about trying it all when she was feeling somewhat better. The feeling of his hand going on her shoulder made her glance back up. "Will you stop touching me?! Just giving me directions will suffice, thanks ... especially now that I can see fine." Rules? She couldn't help but wonder what exactly he meant.

Regardless, she also knew it was easier to follow such things when one knew of them. As her eyes found the bed ... she suddenly felt wide awake. "Damnit will you stop?!" Wincing at the pressure, she tried to jerk her shoulder away. As he went on to hint that Roselyn really would be one of the best bets it seemed ... it at least confirmed the idea that was going through her head. She had to try to talk to her ... as soon as possible. She had - as he had said - been in her spot before. She would sympathize ... wouldn't she?

Regardless of whether she had managed to pull away or not, her eyes had began to take note of what else was in the room besides the bed. She would need to know her surroundings for future reference. Continuing to study, she went silent. Tch, I will say and do what I want. A hostage isn't the same thing as a damn slave. Just because my movements are restricted ... Unfortunately for Logan, he was beginning to see a trait that no doubt both herself and Shinjiro had. Stubbornness; even with the 'silent treatment', she was making it clear she wouldn't easily give up ... or into his words, the new situation thrust upon her, or much of anything.
 
Logan's bedroom was simple, though elegant, just like the rest of the apartment. The walls were the same color as the rest with dark brown carpet stretching from wall to wall. There was one window in the room along the left wall which was winterized and barred like the others. His bed was below the window - a large cherry frame with four bedposts and sage sheets. A door along the right-hand wall, opposite to the bed, was hanging open and lead into a bathroom with sage tiled floors, a marble sink that matched the kitchen counters, and a large shower stall. Several cherry wood dressers and wardrobes lined the wall in open spots with various things from pictures to folded clothes waiting to be put away sitting on top. The place was clean, despite it belonging to a bachelor and a ganger.

Surely Asuka knew that she was playing with fire. Logan might have been playing the nice guy since he first opened the door and saw his sister standing there with an unknown girl in bondage, but he was still the leader of a gang. Any other ganger anywhere would have taken a couple of swings at her by now to put her in her place for her attitude, even Shinjiro if she were not his sister. Was she being a little bitch on purpose to see how far she could push Logan or had his demeanor disarmed the situation in her head?

Asuka should have been thanking God himself that Logan wasn't 'any other ganger'. Instead of grabbing her by the neck or slapping her across the face, Logan withdrew his hand from her shoulder just as she had wanted. Of course, Logan knew that he could not continue to be so kind and gentlemanly with Asuka. He had encountered girls like her plenty of times before and if he didn't keep some level of authority then she would think that the bitch attitude would get her what she wanted her.

With that in mind, Logan's hand returned to Asuka's form with a quick and playful smack that landed on the right side of her ass. There, his hand lingered while Logan spoke in a quiet tone caught somewhere between seductive and threatening. "I know that you have to understand the situation that you are in, Asuka. You might want to hold that pretty little tongue of yours. It might get you in hot water around here."
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

Sighing softly in relief as the pressure left, her heart sank. The only possibility - the window - was also barred. ... Nothing ... damnit all! Biting down to keep a frustrated scream from leaving her lips, her head lowered slightly. This day had gone from bad .. to worse than she could have even tried to guess. Roselyn - it seemed - would be her best bet after all. She wasn't sure how to feel on this. Would it even be wise to trust the same person whom had gotten her into this from the get-go? She didn't overly like it ... but she wasn't seeing any other ways. Everything she had tried thus far had failed ... and it was irritating her. Asuka was smart; but it felt like Logan was several steps ahead of her ... a tactic she was not used to from anyone.

Her head went up - a shocked gasp leaving as his hand moved - though not to a destination she had expected. .... He did not ... But even as she swiftly turned her head, she saw what she felt to be true. Shooting an annoyed glare at Logan, she moved back, pulling his hand off her rear. "I know well enough, yes. But I definitely know that keeping me is one thing. I will tolerate that, no matter how reluctantly. But really .... do not touch me. There is a difference in a hostage and a slave. I am not the latter ..."

A bit hesitantly, she sat down on the bed. The room was obviously meant for one person .... and with him having already made it clear he wouldn't leave her alone ... what would this mean? Even if he let her have some privacy by letting her occupy the bed, she doubted he would leave the room. Lying down on her back, her hands went over her breasts as best as she could with the cuffs still on. Normally, she would be on her side; but he'd already gotten a free grope on her ass. She wasn't overly fond of the idea of him getting another.

At the rate it was going, even sleep was becoming a not-so-appealing idea. She hadn't expected the grope ... so it made her dread what may happen if she fell asleep. Simultaneously, she knew that she would need some sleep ... eventually. It'd be better if she did so on her own whim also. Exhaling deeply, she kept her hands in front of her breasts as she gazed up at the ceiling. Though her eyes did remain upward, she did use peripheral vision every now and again to see what exactly Logan would do.
 
Logan kept quiet while Asuka made her way over to the bed and made herself about as comfortable as she probably could. Sure, he could take those cuffs off and make her a little more comfortable, but her bitchy and presumptuous little attitude was growing quite old. He wouldn't strike her no matter how much she pissed him off, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't ease up on the gentleman act and be just a little passive-aggressive. This was about as dangerous as Logan was when it came to a pretty girl until he decided to make a more 'intimate' move on her. Though Asuka was attractive, he didn't see a lot going for her personality-wise at the moment so she was safe from such attention for now.

"I never said that you were my slave," Logan said rather matter-of-factly from the door as he leaned against the frame. "Frankly, I do not like the term hostage much, either, but if you wish to make it come to that then so it will be. I have never been in your shoes, but I can imagine that you are too upset right now to appreciate the opportunity that has been handed to you - to us. We both want your brother shut down and we both want that to happen peacefully, so when you are done throwing your little bitch fit and you want to help me think of a way to turn this situation around to make it better for the both of us, let me know. Maybe you can stop being a hostage and start being a guest."

With that, Logan turned and walked out of the room. He'd give Asuka the space that she wanted for now - heavens knew that he was quite tired of the attitude himself. He knew that her attitude was warranted, but he hadn't asked for the girl to be brought there and he didn't deserve to be thrown into this scenario any more than she did. At the very least, he could use this time to go grab a few things.

The young man moved about the apartment for a good ten minutes or so, locking things down and making sure that everything was secure. He didn't keep any guns in his apartment, so there was nothing to worry about in that regard. He made sure to lock the cutlery drawer so that Asuka could not get to any knives, though. He'd been stabbed before and he didn't want to come home to Asuka hiding behind the door with a steak knife.

After a quick look around the apartment, Logan slid his feet into the black leather boots that he had sitting by the door and headed out, locking the door behind him. He would be gone for several hours, leaving Asuka there by herself with no access to weapons, no means of escape, and no way to call for help. Maybe the two could get along a little better once they had more than five minutes to think the situation over.
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

A weary sigh left her lips, but nothing more. She didn't see how this was a guest -or whatever he was seeing her as - ... not when she had been forced to pass out, bound, driven here and even now was still cuffed. He either had a warped mind or was just being ridiculously technical with her. Regardless, she wasn't enjoying this. Then again, for all she knew, the chloroform may be messing with her head still. It would explain some of the unusual actions and choice of words she'd been using as of late. A light shudder trailed down her body as her mind tried to comprehend the last several sentences she heard from Logan.

As he left, she allowed herself to turn and lay down on her stomach. Putting her cuffed arms in front of her, she buried her head in the pillow, muffling frustrated screams and curses. Turning her head aside, Asuka's exhausted mind began trying to work on some form of a plan. Until I can next see Roselyn and speak to her ... Aniki will probably listen to me better than either Roselyn or Logan .... She knew he wouldn't listen to the orders of waiting for them to call him forever. His own patience would eventually dwindle as well; though the fact it must have still remained was a bit of a surprise.

Her mind then shifted back to herself. She was rather ashamed as everything that had happened so far dawned upon her. A low groan mixed with a sigh left her lips. At the very minimum, she realized she owed Logan an apology; somewhat. She wouldn't take back her words from the unneeded grope. But maybe for things such as allowing her to sleep on a bed and otherwise having been relatively decent ... she would. " .. Logan?" She called out, going silent for an answer. When none came, she figured he was out of earshot. After twenty more minutes of waiting and failing to hear him come near, her head went back upon the pillow. She'd sleep on everything for the time being.

Slipping her shoes off, she covered herself as she slid under the covers. Shivers of anticipation trailed down her body. What if the generous attitude was just an act? One that even Roselyn didn't know of? Her head shook ... something was really messing with her thinking. The fact she hadn't known how long the chloroform had kept her unconscious probably wasn't helping her. She may have had as little as five minutes or as much as an hour of sleep. Punching the pillow in anger, another sigh left. Her voice softened - barely above a whisper - as she murmured softly, " .... Damnit Aniki. Do you really want to keep this crap up much longer?" Once her eyes closed, it didn't take much longer for her to finally fall asleep. All the fatigue, mental especially, had gotten the best of poor Asuka.

Shinjiro had been waiting, pacing the last several hours. "... That bitch better call tomorrow or I will ... " He murmured, grabbing another plate and letting it break, causing it to fall upon the pile that had been building up. It was a habit he 'practiced' when he was angry. Right now ... angry was a kind word to describe the gang leader. He was pissed. People had been bold against him before. But to do such a thing against his sister? That ... was much too personal. Even he wouldn't have sunk that low to get something he wanted.

Heading up towards his own room, he shoved one of the nearby members towards the mess. "Get that shit cleaned up." He murmured, an infuriated tone - venomous almost - within his voice. His own was across from Asuka's so after finishing up the climbing of the stairs, he went into the door that was opposite of where his sister usually remained. Rubbing his forehead, he laid upon his bed. As his eyes closed, it became perfectly clear sleep wouldn't come to him easily.

Pulling his cell phone out, he set an alarm for 09:00 AM sharp. After waiting another hour, it became clear he wouldn't hear from 'Rachel' tonight. Getting up, he turned his lights in the room off then got back on his bed. Now that he was surrounded by darkness, it aided him in beginning to get weary. Somehow, that was one of the easiest ways for him to fall asleep though he never understood why. With the last thoughts being on Asuka - and silently praying that she would at least be okay even if she didn't forgive him - he drifted off into a deep slumber finally.
 
It was late when Logan returned to his apartment, but he hadn't returned empty handed. There were a handful of plastic bags in his hands all full of clothes that he had picked out for Asuka. She might not have been his slave, but she couldn't wear the same set clothes forever and he couldn't trust her to go out into public with him and pick out her own outfits. She would have to make do with what he liked seeing women wear for the time being. She would probably bitch about the gesture, if her earlier attitude was any indication, but Logan would still get to enjoy seeing her in them so he didn't much care. Even if she was acting like a bitch, Logan wouldn't deny her the compliments on her body.

After stepping inside, Logan turned around and locked the door behind him before flipping the lights on. A quick appraisal of the room yielded no sign of Asuka. A heavy sigh escaped Logan as he knelled down and started unlacing his boots. In seconds, he had his boots off and was making his way over to the bedroom to make sure that Asuka hadn't somehow gotten out. He wasn't sure if that would have been good or bad at this point.

Relief washed over him when he caught sight of her asleep in his bed, followed by a wave of something a little more private. It wasn't a secret among the Bangers that Logan had a bit of a fetish for playing with women in their sleep and seeing Asuka there on his bed made him want to do a little exploring. After all, she was the sister of his enemy, a spoiled little bitch, and she could make any guy stand in attention just about anytime that she wanted. Who wouldn't want to go to town on her body given the situation at hand?

"You awake, Asuka," Logan whispered as he moved slowly across the room toward the bed. The desire to get a good look at 'the goods' was mixing inside of him with the knowledge that Logan had no idea how heavy of a sleeper that Asuka was. He'd just have to test her. If she couldn't be woken up, maybe he'd give her a squeeze. If she woke up, then he'd have her take care of a phone call that he had realized was very important while he was out.
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

Though Asuka had fought for quite a while, it had all finally taken it's toll. She was very much asleep .. and it showed. Her chest had been rising and falling steadily, one of the easiest tell-tale signs that she was asleep. At the moment, she was also dreaming it seemed. Turning in her sleep, forgetting her wrists were still cuffed, she turned towards Logan. Grasping a hand gently, she murmured wearily, "Aniki ... please end it. Please .... " As the last plea left her lips, her body went still again. Cuffed - but soft all the same - hands remained upon Logan's.

Now that she was facing him, Logan had easier access - and a view - to her features. With her hands away from her chest, he could see that despite being Asian, she was relatively busty. Not nearly as much as some of the other women he had probably seen ... but given that Asians didn't usually have bra sizes past Bs often, the sight was quite the nice one. Just a mere glance hinted they were around 36C, give or take a few sizes. Her arms had hints that she did her own working out every now and again. Nothing too much of course; but enough that she could definitely hold her own in a fight if she needed to.

A couple more hints were beginning to show. One of which was that she probably had been tossing and turning a few other times within her sleep ... because her tank top was messier than when he first saw her. One of the sleeves was moved slightly, revealing a smooth and now semi-bare shoulder. The leather jacket that covered her arms had hid it before -- but now signs of a tattoo - several maybe - could definitely be seen. What it was in the shape of, however, was not as easy to see. For that, he'd need a better look.
 
Needless to say, Logan was more than pleased with what he saw when Asuka rolled over and unintentionally presented a little more of herself to him than she would have ever showed him with her wits about her. Though, it did mean that Logan had only bought her one bra that would fit. He hadn't asked her for measurements when he left, so he had bought her things in a range of sizes. That wasn't much of a concern, however. Logan always kept his receipts and he could take back what didn't fit and exchange them.

"Asuka, wake up," Logan said in a louder, more stern voice as he reached over with his free hand and nudged the sleeping girl's shoulder rather firmly. If that didn't wake her up then he would be in the clear. If she could sleep through that, then she could sleep through just about any delicate touch that he would use in his little fantasy-come-true.

Truth be told, Logan was hoping that she would wake up from that nudge. As much as he wanted to get a better look at that tattoo that caught his eye, he wanted to go ahead and get this little phone call to Shinjiro out of the way. It wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation - not for Logan, not for Asuka, and not for Shinjiro.
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

While Logan was checking the sleeping figure out, Asuka remained dead asleep. Her mind had helped her relax enough to make her forget about the cuffs keeping her wrists together, the fact she was technically being a hostage, that she wasn't in her own bed. All the negative facts had - even if only for a bit - gone away from her. A small but content smile had been on her face as dreams of happier days flooded her mind. They were abruptly ended - however - as she felt something. It took a bit for her mind to comprehend it but after some time, she understood perfectly what it was.

The combination of the very familiar habit of being shaken and hearing a strict voice did it. But not before a low and exhausted groan left her lips. ".....What is it?" Rubbing her eyes, she looked up to find that sometime after she had fallen asleep, Logan had come back from ... wherever he had gone off to. Even as she began to fully wake up though, she remained under the covers -- for now. If she had to get up and out of the bed, she would. Until then, however, she would stay where she was.
 
Logan smiled at the small-framed woman, whom was not as small in certain departments as he previously thought, began to stir awake. Logan reclaimed his hand from between Asuka's and reached into his pocket to get his cell phone. "Please accept my apology for waking you up," Logan whispered as he flipped his phone open and knelt down beside the bed so that he could be on a more even level with Asuka. "I just want to get this phone call with your brother over if you know his phone number. I'll let you talk to him after I am finished it you'd like and then you can go back to sleep."

Logan had calmed down a lot in the past few hours. He was still a little aggravated at Asuka's little attitude, but he understood why she had cocked it with him. He was willing to wipe the slate clean and start fresh beginning now. Of course, he knew that waking someone up wasn't the best ice breaker for a new beginning, but the way he figured it, letting Asuka speak to Shinjiro for herself would make up for that little matter.

"Whenever you're ready," Logan said as he sat there with his phone open and thumb on the number pad, waiting for Asuka to rattle off numbers.
 
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