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Gang Wars [YunaxPredatory's 1x1]

Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

"...Will you accept mine? I will also apologize for most of my words and actions. Really though ... don't grope me again, please. That I am not going to take back." Gazing silently to Logan's phone, Asuka felt her heart race. She knew that this would have had to happen -- but it terrified her in a way. Oh the fit her brother would have; if Logan thought she had been bad ... would he be in for a hell of a night. Swallowing nervously, she nodded. "...A-alright. Thank you in advance. Also ... I apologize. This will not be pleasant ... though I can't overly blame him to extents."

Taking a steady but deep breath, she sat up, getting beside Logan. A couple bags had gotten her attention as she saw them from the corner of her eyes ... but she would ask later. Right now, she was needed to help try to get this done and over with. Repeating the numbers, beginning with the area code, the phone would indeed ring after he hit the 'Send' button.

One of Shinjiro's eyes opened as he at first tried to hit the alarm clock. But then he remembered that the alarm was on his clock. "...Wait a second ...." Sitting straight up, he quickly picked up his phone. "Hello?! Imouto?! Is that you?!" The number ... was one he didn't recognize. Still, he was trying to be hopeful. Maybe a bit too much he realized ... but it was worth a shot to hope that somehow, Asuka had figured a way to get a hold of him. Going quiet, he waited for a reply, regardless of whom it was from.
 
"Guess again," Logan replied in a calm and confident voice. Though Asuka was concerned for how her brother would react, Logan knew that, for now, he held all of the cards. "Though, I am sure that you already know that she is here with me, Shinjiro Tsuimori. Now, now! Don't get too overexcited and start screaming that little head of yours off. She hasn't been harmed and she's got a comfy bed to sleep in tonight while we hash this all out. She is not in any danger, as long as you play by my rules."

It dawned on Logan then that Roselyn might not have left any clues behind as to who had taken Asuka and why. He knew that it might be best to clear that up. "My name is Logan Masters, Street Captain and Leader of the Old Port Bangers. You have been a busy boy in our territory, Shinjiro, and you've brought a lot of things to our streets that we don't appreciate. The gun trafficking is going to stop. The trafficking of hard drugs is going to stop. The violence, the theft, the muggings, the robberies - it is all going to stop. Until they do, and I feel confident that they will not resume, Asuka will not be leaving my side. Do I make myself clear?"

Logan was confident that Shinjiro would throw a tantrum in response to the demands that were just made of him. No, Logan 'knew' that there was a verbal storm on the way but he had something that Shinjiro did not - Asuka. Logan could control the other gang leader as long as Shinjiro knew that Asuka was there and that Logan was there with her. The other man wouldn't want to risk getting his sister hurt anymore than Logan wanted to hurt her.
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

If either Logan or Asuka could see, Shinjiro was now trembling. His hand was struggling to keep a grip on the phone, to not give into temptation to throw it against the wall right then and there. This was now the second time he had spoken with anyone since Asuka went missing ... and it only fueled his anger more. He had waited ... for so long. Now that he had, he was teased more .... with not being able to immediately speak to Asuka.

However, he was filling up a few blanks that 'Rachel' hadn't ... like the fact this all connected to the Bangers. That was helpful in a way. For a bit, it had seemed as if it were some random people. And at the same time, it only increased his temper ... and his heavy breathing was beginning to be the quickest hint for Logan to begin to understand how the other leader was feeling at the moment.

"Fuck you! Fuck that bullshit! You're no damn cop! And not all we do goes into your territory. There've been a few it's neutral ... belonging to no one!" Standing up, he paced beside his bed. He needed something ... whether to break, punch, anything. A loud wham could be heard as his fist did find something; the wall. Footsteps could be heard continuing to move, his breathing getting heavier.

"What the hell gives you the right?! We don't tell you how to do your shit so what makes you able to do so with us, hm?!" His head shook, his bruised fist running through raven hair. "I do not wanna fucking talk to you! WHERE IS ASUKA?!" The interrupted sleep, the delayed waiting in speaking to Asuka .... hell just the fact this even happened to Asuka to begin with was making it so hard to even try to be civil with this 'Logan'.

Beside Logan, Asuka had been cringing as she heard Shinjiro's cursing. Finally, she heard him demand to speak to her. A light sigh left as she gave Logan a silent and apologetic look. It was obvious she had known something like this was going to happen. She held her hands out, wondering if she could have her turn yet. Even if the hint would be no, she would wait. Though really the better question would be .... could Shinjiro do this?
 
"Portland, as a whole, is our territory Shinjiro. The only reason that you have been allowed to conduct business here at all is the fact that I pulled all of my own business out of the areas that you so boldly claimed as fair game. I gave you a fair chance to enter the game as friendly competition but you brought a few things into my city that I do not like and now you will be forced to cease those activities," Logan retorted in a voice that was still calm and clear of any hint of aggression. He knew that getting upset right back at the other gang leader would not get him anywhere.

"Of course, you're too worked up to be reasoned with so we're done here. I'll be handing the phone to Asuka now, but you should understand that I am not doing so because you demanded it of me. I told Asuka that I would give her the chance to speak with you and if I am anything, I am a man of my word. She is the reason that you are being given this chance," now Logan was taunting him; letting Shinjiro know that he wasn't pulling any strings here and establishing that Logan was the one in control. "We will speak again once you've settled that temper."

With that, Logan handed the phone off to Asuka and listened quietly to the ensuing conversation. He was certain that Asuka had no idea where she was and that she couldn't give Shinjiro any hints, but he wanted to listen in just to be safe.
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

"I don't give a shit on your supposed history and crap! Shut the hell up and hand the phone over ... now!" As Asuka heard his exclamations, she cringed again. .. Aniki please ... Gods she truly hated him being like this .... but she knew there would be no way in any of the nine layers of hell to calm him down. Well ... not fully anyways. Hopefully - however - maybe enough. Carefully holding the phone with the cuffs still on, she put it up to her ears. Swallowing nervously, Asuka exhaled deeply before murmuring softly, "...Aniki?"

"...Asuka! Where the hell are you?!" There was a very huge and noticable difference in the gang leader's voice. It sounded desperate ... concerned ... caring even compared to the verbal onslaught Logan had heard not but seconds ago. Were he not hearing this, he would swear it was a completely different person in fact.

Her head shook as she replied softly, "The best answer I can give is in Logan's room. I ... don't know streets or anything. Rachel ... " She hesitated .. but had the sinking feeling he would have found this out sooner out later. Swallowing again, she resumed her unfinished sentence, ".... used chloroform to knock me out. I woke up blindfolded and gagged so the most I've seen really is the interior. Not much more."

A loud slam followed by a "....BITCH!" was easily heard. More deep breaths before he spoke again, but not before Logan saw another cringe from Asuka. "Fine fine ... but ... you okay otherwise? They haven't fucking hurt you, have they?"

Her head shook no - forgetting he wasn't before her eyes it seemed - as she spoke again. "....No. Really they haven't. But ... I've been doing some of my own thinking. Remember what we were talking about prior to you heading out?"

There was a very long pause .... before Shinjiro spoke again, "....Imouto what are you suggesting? Are you siding with them or some shit?"

"W-well ... not really siding but ... maybe this is your hint! Aniki ... there are other ways for us to survive. Have you ever given thought to what could happen if you got unfortunate enough and got tossed into jail? Or - kami forbid - worse? Like murdered?! Please ... maybe you should seriously consider this. I ... find it hard to believe this was mere coincidence .... "

He seemed to go silent again. Pacing could be heard once again and for the longest time since he had been called, he was quiet. Finally, a sigh left his lips as he spoke again. ".... I'll think on it. But do know that I will not be the only one unwilling to change. In fact, Logan's concern should not be with me as opposed to some of the others. But ... I'll see if I can smack sense into them; literally or otherwise if I need to."

A sigh of relief left Asuka's lips. "Thank you ... thank you, Aniki." Even if it was only a 'maybe', this was already a much better start than all the other times in the past she had tried this approach before. "Um .... did Logan .. wake you also?"

"...Also hm? Well yes at any rate."

"....I see. I'll let you get rest."

Another pause as he seemed quite reluctant to stop speaking with Asuka. But .. she had brought up a hell of a good point. He was damn tired ... he needed rest. "....Alright. You too; rest up. I mean it though, if they fucking touch you ..."

"I'll be fine! R-really .... " Something told her she was glad that she purposely omitted the fact he was already a tad too late with having been groped once. "Night, Aniki .... " Though she didn't like doing it, she hung up before he could protest. It would be a day - at soonest - for him to be calm enough to talk to Logan again; though more likely than not, it would take more time.

Bowing her head in appreciation, she carefully handed the phone back over. Her eyes went to the bags once again ... then back to Logan. "Thank you. Um .... if it's none of my business - and it probably isn't so I apologize now but - what are those?" Her head nodded to the bags as her hands rested in her lap. Finally, she was beginning to feel somewhat better even though the circumstances had started out very less-than-favorable.
 
Hearing Asuka make the suggestion that this might be a good sign for Shinjiro to stop his operations brought a little wave of relief over Logan. She had already admitted to having feelings about wanting her brother to stop doing all of this herself and if she truly meant what she had just said, then Logan was certain that she could be made to cooperate with him. He could never fully trust her and risk her fleeing, of course, but it would mean that she could at least accompany him outside of the apartment if she agree to certain precautions. He would need to ensure that she didn't run, after all.

When Logan took his phone back from Asuka, his eyes followed hers back to the bags which he had all but forgotten about when the promise of a little playtime had come to his attention. "Clothes," he answered rather simply. "Like you said - you aren't my slave, and I don't plan to treat you like one, but I can't very well walk you back home to get some things out of your closet. For now, you'll have to wear the kind of things that I like, but we can see about taking you to pick out your own clothes if you can prove to me that I can trust you. Prove that I can trust you, and you'll be treated like a guest rather than a prisoner."

Logan stood as he finished speaking, then rose his arms above his head as he stretched the stiffness out of his muscles and joints. He was ready to grab some sleep as well but he would be sleeping on the couch. Damn this girl for being so cute and damn his chivalrous attitude!

"For what it is worth, I accept your apology," the young man said once he had finished stretching. "I will not apologize for my hand, however. If you've made it this far with your brother and have avoided that kind of attention from his two-bit flunkies, then you're not stupid. I know that you can understand your position here and I know that you can understand that while I do not wish to hurt you, I very well could. I will only protect you from my own crew if you play by my rules and one of my rules is going to be to drop the attitude. I didn't ask for this any more than you did, so let's just work together to meet a common goal."
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

"....That's fine, it's much better than nothing. Though ... may I see what you 'like' exactly? Or do you want me to wait for that?" Heeding his words carefully, she got on her back again in case the answer was the latter with seeing what he had gotten. She probably - a bit more after the very stressful talk with Shinjiro - go back to sleep easy enough. Her eyes would need to close for a little bit ... and that would probably be all it would take for her. Until she heard all the answers, however, she'd remain conscious to heed Logan and everything he was saying to her. "...Am I getting anywhere on the trust at least? Now that you've heard I wasn't just making up you're not the only one who wants Shinjiro to stop?"

Staying on her back, she noted he seemed to be tired too as he stretched out. Even with the shirt he had on, she could see enough outlines on his body to note he kept himself in shape as Shinjiro did. A part of her wasn't too astounded that he wouldn't apologize for his grope; but not for the same reason Asuka thought either. Nodding after some silent contemplation, she added softly, "....And the others? Hard to follow what you don't know; rules especially." She was hoping to come off as serious, not a smart-ass. But she really had been so rushed to get suited in here that none of the basics had yet been given to her. "....So .... you didn't ask Roselyn to bring me here then?" The last question was a bit more of a confirmation than anything. Usually leaders had the say with calls like this; so for Roselyn to do this without his consent hinted just how bold she truly had been with this.
 
Logan just shook his head in affirmation of the final question which Asuka had asked. "My crew isn't a bunch of hooligans; we're family. While I have final say on the decisions to be made around here, I don't keep everyone under my thumb nor do I often make big decisions without consulting a handful of people. While it was I who decided to send Roselyn into the Yomi to find a weakness that we could exploit, I have not had contact with her since she left as safety precaution in case she was ever followed. She is one of the people whom I can usually count on, so I gave her a very bare-bones objective and allowed her to make her own judgement calls on what, when, and where we should act. You're here because she felt you to be our best bet and, after that phone call, I am inclined to agree."

A heavy sigh escaped Logan. Just because this was the best option, didn't mean that he had to like it. His active sex life would be taking a back seat because of this. He couldn't very well have a woman over to entertain him with a captive prude living there, could he?

"At any rate, my rules for 'hostages' are simple - Do as I say. If you can follow that one rule and you don't give me any reason to slap any restraints back on you that you've had removed, then I'll give you enough respect not to tell you to do anything demeaning or perverted. We can both use one another here to get something that we both want, so I don't see any need to complicate this situation or fight over it."

"As for the clothes..." Logan said as he made a gesture towards the bag with a nod of his head "... They're nothing special. I like skirts and dresses, but I understand that the air outside is starting to take on a wintery bite. There's some insulated stockings in there to put on under the ankle-length skirts. There's a couple of colors of each, mostly blacks to hold heat, but there's some navy if you prefer colorful clothes. They should all fit since they have elastic waistbands. Aside from that, there's a handful of blouses in all kinds of sizes and colors. You were in such a poor mood earlier that asking for measurements might not have gone well. Besides, I can exchange what doesn't fit. Then, of course, there are the unmentionables. I just got simple undergarments. You're free to check them out, but I didn't think to grab any pajamas so they won't do you much good at the time being."
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

She was about to object and say that Yomi wasn't completely - which was true - hooligans ... but decided against it. It would be hard to convince, especially when it probably seemed that way from how Shinjiro had reacted. The mere hint that even if he began to cooperate, some others may not ... probably would not help her out either. It was... still annoying to hear that the best bet to make her brother stop was herself. ... Did it have to be done this way though? Becoming a captive I mean ... or ... ? But the knowledge that Logan hadn't exactly wanted this as much as herself was - in it's own way - comforting. It meant she truly wasn't alone in disliking this. However, she was the one that disliked it the most - it seemed; mainly due to her attitude she had been giving thus far.

Finding herself gazing back up toward the ceiling, she gave a light nod upon hearing the rule was just obey him. Between the cuffs having stayed on thus far and now that, it did sound - again - as if it was somewhat similar to the arrangements of a slave. Still ... she would continue holding her tongue on her opinions. There would be no sense in causing unneeded arguments and tonight had been full of a lot of them so far. Re-thinking on his words ... did that mean she was currently at risk for being asked to do something perverted now? Or .... was she still too tired? Probably - hopefully - the latter ...

A low chuckle escaped as he went on to say a unique word from a man; 'unmentionables'. It .. was not common to hear. Most men were blunt, with pretty much any topic. "... I guess you really are different like Roselyn said. It's ... interesting. I'm not quite used to it. But .... it's definitely not bad by any stretch of imagination. On the contrary, it's a nice change. And ... the colors are all among my list of favorites. I have a very few small amounts that I just can not wear. And ... that's also my secondary style, as it were. Jeans and a t-shirt are primary but ... I've been avoiding skirts and dresses for so long because ... well ... heh. Like I said .... I'm not used to being spoken to as an actual lady. Sometimes the other men can be more dangerous than Aniki. Rather, they would be ... except he has his hold on them well enough."

Giving another appreciative nod, she finally allowed her eyes to close. "I'll check them in the morning when I change. Thank you for the clothes ... and ..." A soft sigh left as her body began to relax on his bed. "... I'm sorry about my stubborn Aniki. He does, even if it doesn't seem like it, have good intentions. He's ... just going about it all the very wrong way. But ... it's the only one he's known. Don't hate him for trying to care for me ... please."
 
The cuffs, little did Asuka know, would have been removed hours ago before Logan had even left to grab her some clothes to wear if the little woman hadn't cocked her 'don't touch me' attitude. It was warranted, of course, seeing as she did not know Logan and could have easily assumed him to be some thug out to abuse her to get to her brother. Then again, that is exactly what was going on. Even if Logan was showing Asuka a notable level of respect, abduction and forced detainment weren't exactly the kindest acts that one could commit. Still, at least Logan was minding his hands. That didn't happen often and, with Asuka being as attractive as she was, wouldn't likely continue for long.

"A woman should always be treated and spoken to like a lady so long as she presents herself as such," Logan stated simply as he turned and started making his way toward the door. That was, perhaps, Logan's only positive view on women. Though the young man conducted himself as a gentleman, his opinion of the fairer sex had been warped by the people that he had grown up around - notably the Brawlers' former leader, whom was a part of Portland's unseen S&M lifestyle. It was from that man that Logan learned his rather unorthodox approach to the female species - one that had served him well thus far in life and gotten him more action that the rest of his gang could have hoped to get with their crude attitudes, blunt speech, and openly vulgar intentions.

Though he didn't show it, Logan was more like these men than the surface allowed to show. He believed, as many of the less savory men that Asuka might have been accustomed to did, that women were sexual objects. Logan also believed, however, that women were meant to be cared for, cherished, and protected. While the word 'no' had no meaning to Logan when he decided that he wanted a woman, he wasn't one to slap or beat his chosen partner for any reason. Sure, he would spank them, pull their hair, or bite and scratch them, but these were done so in a playful manner once the woman had given in to her desires.

As Asuka would undoubtedly find out, Logan was just as much a child of the streets as any other man in either crew was. He simply conducted himself with a little class.

Logan did not comment on Asuka's plea not to hate her brother as he exited the room. There was little need to because Logan did no hate Shinjiro. The reality there was that Shinjiro reminded Logan a little of himself. It was obvious from watching the asian man build his crew over the past few months that, like Logan, Shinjiro was a little too smart to really need to resort to life on the streets and did so only because that is simply how he best knew to live. Beyond that, they both had sisters who loved and cared for them and just as Shinjiro obviously did now, Logan had dealt with anger issues in the past. While it was true that Logan hated the Yomi and all of the things that they had brought into his city, such as gun trade and the more hardcore drugs, Logan's relationship with Shinjiro, personally, wasn't as black and white as love and hate.

Once he was out of the bedroom, Logan made his way toward the couch. He could really use a good night's rest after all of the crap that had happened that day and he wasn't about to let anymore distractions get between him and his dreams. Like Asuka, Logan would probably only need to close his eyes for a couple of minutes and he would be gone; lost to a land of dreams with a certain asian beauty.
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

Once sleep took over Asuka, she found herself dreaming. Wait ... was this dreaming? If so, why was she having flashbacks? Didn't dreams normally consist of other factors? All the young Asian knew was this had never happened before. It wasn't ... horrid. Interesting for certain though. For a bit, the background remained black ... as if in a void. Then, slowly but surely, color and people began to form before her eyes. She found herself looking at her former ten year old body, a thirteen year old Shinjiro looking annoyed. That ... was when she heard herself and her parents all singing 'Happy Birthday' to him. Whether she knew it or not, it made her chuckle softly aloud. It hadn't been until she had seen this that it dawned on her just how much she missed the simpler and happier times.

Tossing gently, this continued for quite a while. Some of the things she saw were as happy as the first, others .. not so much. The ones that had been the latter made her whimper a few times, putting her cuffed hands to her face. "...Stop ..." She murmured, her voice and body trembling lightly. The worst secret that she kept from anyone - though then again she didn't really have anyone to tell - was there had been a select few times that unlike Logan, Shinjiro's temper had gotten horrid. So much ... that he didn't have the chance to use plates or anything else to take his anger out on.

In fact, that had been what inspired him after he got his own wake up call to use plates or other things. After using Asuka a few times - and realizing not only how idiotic he had been but how close he had come to losing her from it - he got his act straightened out. Well ... with her at least. If push came to shove, he'd gladly take his anger out again, so long as it was a male. What Asuka wasn't understanding, however, was why she was being reminded of all this now? He had stopped that habit years ago.

Waking up with a bit of a start, she looked over to find a set of red digits. A low groan left as her head fell back down on the pillow. "... Probably some weird, random-ass dreams .. " She murmured, trying to convince herself. It had to be ... right? There wasn't a pattern otherwise. Her head shook as she turned back on her side. Thankfully she hadn't woken up too early - not as much as she could have - as she glanced back in time to see the time change from 08:59 to 09:00 AM.

Standing quietly up, she decided that while she was awake and feeling somewhat better, began to go through the bag of clothes. Sure enough, everything fit the description Logan had given her. Putting everything carefully away, she figured a nice gesture to help gain his trust would be appreciated. Turning back to the bed, she began making it as best as she could given her cuffs were still on. Hoping it was decent enough, she then laid an outfit on, selecting one of the navy skirts and black blouses.

Well .... time to play the waiting game. Finding an unused chair, she sat down in it, not wanting to ruin the bed after having just made it. She would get changed ... once she could move her hands. She would need them, lest her jacket, t-shirt, and bra all wound up getting stuck around the cuffs. Closing her eyes, she began working on a meditation routine of her own that she did during the mornings. The cuffs added a weird touch but she managed to ignore it all well enough. Keeping her ears open, she would wait for either of the siblings, though she would rely more on Logan, to check up on her.
 
Somewhere between eight and nine in the morning is usually when Logan stirred from his sleep. Today would be no different, though it was just a little after nine thanks to his late-night trip to the late-night outlets to grab Asuka some clothes. When his eyes first opened, the young man shot up with a bit of a start and looked around the room though tired eyes. Where the hell was - oh right! He had slept on the couch because there was an attractive woman in his bed, though not in the way that he would have liked. He had nearly forgotten about Asuka, seeing as this wasn't exactly what he had planned for when he sent Roselyn to get intel.

As Logan clamored off of the couch, he stretched his body every which way to get all of the kinks out. The last thing that he wanted was to hurt himself early in the morning because he forgot to do something so simple. Such a thing might just ruin his entire day.

"Well, I guess that I should check on the girl," Logan spoke idly to himself as he finished stretching. Logan could only imagine what anyone else would think if they realized just how often that he talked to himself. It might have been a little unusual, but sometimes it was the only thing that kept him sane. After all, it was often the only intelligent conversation that he had being stuck around muscle-bound brutes with head injuries most of the day.

With that, Logan started toward his bedroom door. Upon entering, he first noticed that Asuka wasn't in the bed and might have started a frantic search if the sight of her sitting in the chair in the corner of his room had not caught the corner of his eye.

"Good morning. I hope that you slept better than I would have expected." Logan hadn't expected her to sleep very well, of course. It would have been understandable, seeing as she had been kidnapped, drug across the city, and dumped into the care of a man whom she had never met and whom she now knew to be the leader of the gang which her brother had pissed off. It would have been enough to send any other woman into a fit of worrisome nightmares. Hell, not even Roselyn would have been able to keep her cool like Asuka had thus far and Rose was probably the strongest woman that Logan knew on a personal level.
 
Asuka & Shinjiro Tsuimori​

Her gaze had been remaining downward, her eyes closed whilst her meditation went on. Just like how all the dreams had begun, she felt as if she were surrounded by some void of sorts. This one, however, she embraced much easier. Though it was only darkness, she had self-taught herself that while in this place ... zone even one could say, nothing could harm her. Steady breaths had been leaving through her nose and for what felt like a long time, she remained in her 'haven' of sorts.

She forced herself to leave and eyes to open upon hearing the door open and then Logan speak. She gave a polite bow of her head, her hands tilting in mid-air at his question. "I've had better but I've had worse all the same." The new bed and room were the main causes as far as she had been able to figure out. "Thank you all the same for your concern. So .... " Going quiet, she tried to figure out exactly how to word her question. She didn't want to make it sound confusing, to both of them though moreso Logan.

Nodding after a bit, she slowly let her question leave, "Do ... I remain in this room at all times? I mean ... what exactly do I do while I'm staying here? I can imagine you have your own obligations with you being leader as Aniki does. I don't ... quite know what I should expect to do after getting dressed - changed rather - I suppose." She knew her schedule and how it would normally go ... but had a feeling it would be very different here.

If she had to consider herself guilty of any crime, it would be merely association. Though she never went out with any of Yomi, she was always at the briefings and meetings. Ergo, she heard and knew every detail of each plan that got formed and executed. She found it hard to believe that she would really be at Logan's side so much - save maybe for sleeping. Even if she wasn't able to inform Shinjiro of their moves, it was why she couldn't easily see herself remaining beside Logan.

And yet all the same ... did he really intend to just keep her locked away? Part of her didn't think that, hence why she wondered if she would follow him around in the first place. As much as Asuka wanted the cuffs off to be able to get dressed, she wouldn't bring the issue up yet. If she seemed too desperate to him, he would probably keep them on. Granted, he may keep restraints of different sorts on anyways; but at least it wouldn't be because he wouldn't trust her. Well ... hopefully not. If there had to be a reason, it would be the same she would if roles were reversed; for a mere precaution. Resting her hands upon her lap, she looked up to Logan, patiently waiting to be given some sort of agenda for the day for herself.
 
"Well, you're more than free to move about the apartment and help yourself to whatever you happen to find that you might enjoy," Logan said as he moved into the room and toward Asuka. His hand slipped into his pocket and retrieved the small key that had been put there yesterday; the one that would unlock the cuffs. "Like I said yesterday, you can stay here as a hostage if you want to be a pain in my ass, or you can stay here as a... 'controlled guest' if you can listen to instruction. At the moment, you're somewhere in between. I've taken the precaution of locking away the cutlery, so help yourself to the kitchen if you get hungry. Just know that I usually cook dinner if I am home."

When Logan reached Asuka, he reached out and gently took her by the wrist. He had decided last night that he wasn't going to tolerate that 'don't touch me' attitude and if she tried to pull away then his grip would tighten. Either way, he would unlock the girl's wrists so that she could at least function normally in her new day to day life.

"As far as entertainment is concerned, I don't have a television here. I could arrange visits with Roselyn for you if you would like luxuries of that sort, though I think that you will find her company to be a bit more iron-clad. Her apartment doesn't have the same precautions as mine so she wouldn't likely give you a moment of peace."

Once Logan had unlocked Asuka's wrists, he tossed the cuffs and the key onto his bed before leaning against the wall beside the chair. At six feet and two inches tall, he was significantly taller than Asuka when she was standing, but with her in the chair, he all but towered over her. "Aside from that, I had very much intended for you to accompany me when the situation allows. I obviously cannot have you with me on the more important business regarding my crew but that doesn't mean that I can't take you out to stretch your legs now and then. There will be a little safety precaution to ensure that you do not run, of course, but as long as you don't try to escape then you'll hardly notice."
 
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Watching Logan's every move, she noted the first to be made was revealing the key. Not only was she heeding his actions but also - a bit more than that - his words. And once it got to food ... she found only one issue with that. "... I understand the precaution. But don't most things usually need at least one utensil? Even something like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich needs at least a knife to spread the ingredients upon." Off the top of her own head, there were very few things that didn't need anything like her example. But ... if he wouldn't change his mind, she wouldn't push for it. Still, she did want to at least bring it up to him.

Only from instinct more than anything did her wrists tense. However, compared to yesterday, it only lasted a few seconds as she silently commanded her body to relax against his touch. The difference was very easy to note - and feel - with the very swift changes. But when she accepted his touch, Asuka noted that Logan's skin seemed to have ... an almost softer feel to it. Then again, maybe she had been too weary to notice in the first place.

Massaging her wrists, they never moved towards Logan to try to repeat the failed slap from last night. Once she finished helping them get all feeling back, they went upon her lap once again. She gave a soft chuckle at the lack of a television. "That's fine. I usually read more than watch things anyways." She did have a few - okay a lot - of mangas back in her real room. But ... from what she noting, there didn't appear to be many books. Not unless ... they were merely in another room? Suppressing a sigh from leaving, she decided she would figure something out soon enough.

"I ... will consider the visits." She merely replied, standing up to think on the offer. A small part of her was curious on how he would go through with a safety precaution that she would hardly notice. There ... weren't many things she could think of. Then again, with what she had been exposed to, there were probably more ways to go about such tactics; ones her Aniki would never think of. Both men - Shinjiro and Logan - were hinting they were smart in their own ways. She wouldn't dare question either, that being hinted at.

Moving some of her raven hair away, she gently picked the clothes up. Gazing around for a bit, she then looked up to Logan. "Um ... do you mind? Please?" Hopefully he'd understand that much. Even as close as herself and Shinjiro were, she never did activities such as changing clothes in front of him. With the high possibility that he and Roselyn weren't quite that close either, she was pretty certain he would be understanding of it all. She wouldn't care if he stayed behind the door. But outright glancing down at her if she were to change now? That .... would be a bit too much for her to deal with.
 
"The utensils have not been locked away, and the butter knives were hardly my concern," Logan said, correcting the error in communication. "Only the cutlery has been locked away, so as long as you don't do trying to prepare anything that requires a sharp blade then you will not encounter any troubles. Make a mental note of that one - put a lock on your knife drawer if you're ever on my end of a situation like this. Not doing so will get you stabbed once you've eliminated the option of escape."

If Asuka only knew the process that Logan's apartment had gone through to become the inescapable cell that it was now, she might not be so impressed or intimidated by the man. The double-sided lock on the door had been a no-brainer but at the start of the gang, the windows had not been barred. Who would be stupid enough to leap from a third story window? Someone who would rather be dead than held hostage, apparently. Who would think to climb through the vents? Someone small, much like Asuka, apparently. Who would think to fight back with a knife? Well, anyone truly desperate. Logan should have known better about that one in the first place.

When Asuka asked, in not so many words, if Logan would give her some privacy, he raised an eyebrow at her. He knew what she wanted, and he hadn't expected to make her strip for him, but apparently Asuka had it in her head that Logan did not plan to let her out of his sight for any reason. If that was the case, then why should he make himself so easy to get rid of? Why not have a little fun if he could, or maybe actually see a little more of her skin?

"Asking me to leave so soon?" Logan asked as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked right down into Asuka's eyes. "And here I was hoping to see a little more of that tattoo that had been peeking out at me when I was trying to wake you up last night."
 
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Thankfully, she had been wrong on how it sounded regarding the utensils. That ... was good. "I see... thank you. My mistake." As she gave thanks, she bowed her head in appreciation. She had still been holding the clothes ... but had nearly dropped them to hear he wouldn't leave, even for that. It made her back turn to him, her cheeks beginning to turn crimson. ".... But ... Logan this is .... " She had been about to say 'a bit much' ... but he sounded serious on remaining with her. Also, the idea of being re-bound just because she may not agree with this 'rule', she gave a light nod. "...Fine. The tattoo though .... isn't overly fancy really."

Setting the new clothes down again, she began removing articles of clothing. The boots came off first, then the socks. A bit of hesitation ... and then her jeans. Her hands trembled anxiously as she removed her panties, knowing those - somewhat unfortunately - needed to be altered. Even from the slight distance Logan was away from Asuka, he could see everything relatively perfectly despite her back being turned to him.

Grabbing her hand to calm it, she continued, resuming with the leather jacket. And finally ... the tank top. All of her old outfit was now upon the bed - save her bra till she got a new one, as all had been the wrong sizes - beside the one she would wear. Slipping the new pair of panties on, quickly hiding the fact she waxed her crotch, the skirt covered the pair of panties soon enough. The fact she could stand and put the stockings on with almost no issue hinted just how well her balance was. Slipping her shoes back on, she then turned.

Exhaling again, she moved forward to let him better see the tattoos he had noticed somehow. On each tattoo were two symbols. One who knew enough on zodiac signs - both Chinese and Western - could easily recognize them. One set was a Leo and a Tiger, the other a Virgo and a Dog. "...L-like I said, nothing really overly fancy. Aniki had one of the others give me these - under close supervision - when I hit 18 to celebrate." She wasn't paying heed on her own body for once, as it was studying Logan to see if he'd seriously make a move on her while she was half-nude ... but her nipples were hardening a bit from anticipation.
 
Though Logan had fully intended to give Asuka her privacy after she called him out on his little joke, he wasn't about to stop her in the middle of this private show once she had started to slip out of her clothes. It surprised him that Asuka was willing to strip like this while he watched. As previously displayed, she was clearly much more conservative than the rest of the women that lived their lives on the streets of Portland among the gangs and this was not the kind of thing that she was accustomed to doing. Was it possible that she wanted Logan to see her like this? Was she trying to seduce him?

If that was true, then Asuka would be happy to know the truth. Asuka was a prisoner here, no matter what flowery label that Logan dressed her up with, and she was going to make it impossible for Logan to maintain an active sex life and to sate his primal desires that crept up rather often. As far as Logan was concerned, Asuka was already his, whether or not she knew it or accepted it. Though he would not take her here and now, his 'claim' over her would surely become obvious in the day ahead of them.

If Asuka were any other woman, Logan would have advanced and traced the tattoos with his finger. He would have laid it on thick, made her want him, and left her to stew in her own desire when he whisked her away to the handful of meetings that he had this morning - meetings that she would be able to accompany him to. Fortunately for Asuka, Logan knew that this might not be his best chance at wooing the exceedingly beautiful young woman before him.

"Well, they aren't the most beautiful tattoos that I have ever seen, but to be fair, it's not easy to compete with some of the other sights that I have seen so far this morning," Logan said as a playful smirk creeped across his lips. If he didn't have places to be this morning, he would have grabbed Asuka and pushed her tiny frame into the wall. He would have torn that bra right back off of her, pushed that skirt right back off of her hips, and shown her a world of pleasure that he was willing to bet that she had never seen before. Unfortunately, Logan knew that the two of them didn't have time for such extracurricular activities.
 
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To her astonishment, Logan ... actually behaved quite well. Not many men could do that in such circumstances. Then again, he was like Shinjiro; in charge of this ... gang of sorts. Giving a soft smile, she grabbed the blouse and threw it over, concealing the tattoos and her bra. "I understand. Sometimes though, it's the more ... significant things in life that are the most beautiful. Or so I've been taught. T..thank you for the compliment all the same." Straightening the new outfit, she finally looked down at herself in it. And in good time too, her cheeks had gotten close to turning crimson. She didn't think herself that attractive. Then again, some men were desperate for any woman; her brother's 'comrades' were perfect examples of this.


It hadn't been nearly as bad as she had originally thought. True, she was still very used to jeans and a t-shirt. But for now.... this would definitely suffice. Looking back up to Logan, she gave a polite bow of her head. "Thank you. I'm ... not quite used to this style of attire. But it's rather nice anyways."

Gazing around she realized ... she hadn't been shown all the rooms. "Um ... unless I need to be following you somewhere ... where is the kitchen?" She hadn't had anything since lunch yesterday. So to say she was famished .. was quite the understatement at the moment.
 
"We don't have time to grab anything to eat here," Logan stated as he moved across the room toward the dresser that was near his bed in the opposite corner of the room from the chair. When he reached it, he opened the drawers and began to fish his own clothes for the day from it. He would have went as he was, seeing as he was in the clothes that he'd put on the night prior, but this was probably the most important meeting that he would have today. It was nothing that Asuka couldn't be allowed to overhear, but he couldn't disgrace himself in front of the selected company by wearing slept-in clothes.

"Besides..." Logan continued as he peeled his tee-shirt from his body to reveal his own tattoo - an orange tiger poised to strike against a vortex-style backdrop with scattered yellow and pink lotuses on his left shoulder and arm. "... My crew and I always meet over breakfast when we conduct our monthly evaluations of things. I don't see the Yomi being a particularly important subject as of yet, aside from my crew knowing who you are and why your here. That said, they should see you face to face for themselves and I don't foresee you overhearing anything today that I can't have you passing on to your brother. Now is as good a time as any to introduce you."

When he was finished, Logan turned back toward Asuka. He didn't continue stripping, at least not yet, though he intended to do so. He first wanted to see if Asuka would look away or watch as he did, however. When it would come time that he made the small-framed woman his, he would not care if she wanted it or not, but that did not mean that he didn't want to know. If Asuka foud him as attractive as he found her, then it would make her easier to move on in that manner.
 
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"Oh... I see." It was apparent from that exact reaction he was very dead on about Yomi not quite doing such a thing. There were pre-set times and before or after them, anyone was free to do as they pleased. Ergo anyone could make breakfast and eat, so long as they didn't miss the first meeting around afternoon. Unless, of course, anyone was foolish enough to dare get punishment which - normally - remained verbal. But there had been a few times her brother had been worse than a few curse words.

"...Um... " Was part of the reason he was easily stripping in front of Asuka to return the favor? Regardless, she found herself unable to help but stare, though she did try to keep her eyes more at his. "I ... suppose it would be, yes." She wasn't sure which was making her more anxious at the moment; meeting the rest of the Bangers or if she had it in her to watch him keep stripping. She shouldn't be, she knew. It was just .... common courtesy. While she didn't agree on it, she understood Logan's reason for having done so to her.

Knowing he'd need to discard the old pants and .... boxers? It wasn't her affairs; she couldn't do it. "...S-sorry ... " She murmured, hiding a new set of crimson as she turned away, putting her hands in front of her face. She had tried to convince herself it wouldn't be horrible to watch, especially given he had done so. Returning the favor and being allowed to watch him wouldn't make her bad. But ... her morals had gotten the best of her. It just felt ... wrong somehow; even though part of her had wanted to. And not just to seem equal; but she didn't know how to say that deep down, she was torn on her views as him.

Sure he had come off a bit harsh in the beginning but then again, so had she. He seemed a bit hasty and a slight pervert due to the grope .. but nothing god-awful she couldn't handle. Not yet anyways ... so she was considering giving him a chance. He was most certainly giving her one .... proof of the cuffs being off now were all she needed. If he wanted to be as sadistic as she had feared, they probably would have remained, even knowing she would need her wrists free to change. Once she heard the tell-tale hints of a zipper and button, she would turn around, ready to follow behind him.
 
Though Asuka had turned away so that she would not see Logan change, she did not do so before her captor caught sight of the crimson painted across her cheeks. Whether she would admit it or not, it was apparent that Asuka was interested in Logan. Even if she did not watch as he unbuckled his belt and slid the remainder of his clothes down over his legs, her cheeks told the gang leader that some part of her wanted nothing more. She was going to be such an easy target for him when he could dedicate to her the time that she deserved. It had always been Logan's opinion that a beautiful woman deserved more than a 'quick fuck'.

If Asuka had watched, then she would have seen that Logan was well-endowed - not 'giant', but certainly on the larger side of things. She would also have noticed that Logan, like herself, kept the area around his groin waxed and free of hair. He felt that it gave him a much cleaner appearance, which made him more appealing to a higher quality of female companion; not to mention the fact that it gave him the illusion of being even larger than he was.

Regardless, she would see all of this for herself eventually. Logan had decided that he was going to have her now that she had shown that she wasn't a total bitch. The day prior, she had been thrown into a situation unlike anything she had likely experienced before - being kidnapped and drug to a place to stay with a man she did not know, not even knowing if her captor would be civil, hostile, cruel, or kind. He could give her a pass on her bitchy attitude given the circumstances.

In no time, Logan was dressed back up in a pair of old navy-colored jeans that were slightly faded around the knees and a black tee-shirt that was identical to the one that he had been wearing previously. Since he was going out today, a long-sleeved flannel shirt was added to the ensemble. The flannel shirt was almost the same color as his pants but did not have any pattern or design on it. Deciding to leave the flannel shirt unbuttoned for that 'rebel thug' look that seemed to get all of the good girls' heart bumping with a mixture of excitement and fear, Logan was ready to get going. Asuka, however, was missing a few 'accessories'.

"I know that you're not going to like this," the young man said as he moved to take a strip of what seemed to be black silk from out of the drawer of his nightstand. "However, this is one of the precautions that I must take for any excursion outside of my apartment. You will need to wear this piece of cloth on your leg at all times and you will need to be blindfolded when leaving from or coming back to this building. This will allow me to stop you in your tracks if you run and will keep this location unknown to you."
 
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Suppressing a sigh from leaving, Asuka supposed she should have expected the blindfold ... or something like it. He had, admittingly, mentioned a precaution she wouldn't notice if she didn't focus on it. These, she guessed, were said items. Staring down at them, she finally gave a slow nod. Compared to many other things she could immediately think of, they weren't the absolute worst. In fact, they were ... merciful really. And if he really had to resort to this, she would expect him to ensure she didn't run into any walls or doors like an idiot. Though she wouldn't deny he was somewhat right; she didn't like this.

But given all the others things she could have seen ... this really was better compared to all the other options. "...Very well." She murmured, closing her eyes and standing perfectly still for him. This 'controlled guest' role of sorts that she was taking was slowly - but gradually - becoming more ... appealing. Things like this were a bit annoying, yes. But when he had said 'controlled', she was astounded he didn't put the cuffs on right when she had finished getting dressed. She had, indeed, thought he meant more along the lines of that type of 'controlled'. Still, she wouldn't complain.

Back at the Yomi hangout, a not-so-traditional meeting was getting initiated by Shinjiro. He had done a lot of thinking since the call ... and he had managed to go back to sleep, though not the best. "Get your asses up! Get some form of caffeine and meet in the usual spot!" He repeated these words after knocking on every single door, ignoring any complaints he definitely got. Some - about half - were still trying to recover from a hang over. Thankfully, Shinjiro never drank unless he knew he could do so without consequences .... and even then it was generally in light amounts.

Heading down to the garage they all made their way slowly in. A couple had opened their mouths, probably to ask something along the lines of 'What's up?' but had stopped. They all knew better.

"...Last night, I was hinted we had a traitor in our ranks. Don't worry ... they're not here anymore. The traitor isn't the main problem at any rate. Rather, it's what they did." Pacing around, his fists clenched angrily. Exhaling to try to keep himself relatively calm, he turned back to the others. "Asuka ... is with the Bangers at the moment."

A few immature - maybe still slightly drunken - idiots laughed; probably at the name 'Bangers'. Still, it caused him to shoot a glare. "This is fucking serious! Get a grip!" Once they went silent, he resumed. "They're using her for a bargaining chip. They want ... us to cease."

"....Cease.... what?" One finally asked.

"Just that ... everything. Our operations .... everything."

The same reaction he gave Logan, scoffs mingled with laughs, left from them all, regardless of whether they were sober or not. "They're not the fucking cops!"

"That ... is what I said." Shinjiro admitted with a sigh. "But this is Asuka we're fucking talking about! I can't just ignore that and let her remain there -- "

"Wait! You're ... seriously considering it?"

"Yeah ... I am. What of it?"

That certainly got them all to shut up. Even look amongst each other. A few even discreetly pinched their palms, testing to see if they were really awake or not.

Seeing their reactions and looks upon their faces, Shinjiro groaned. His head shook as he waved, their signal to dismiss. But not before giving a final order. "Think on it. But you all damn well better give me an answer by tomorrow. Until then ... operations are off."

Ignoring the resounding and simultaneous "What?!" as the answer, Shinjiro headed up to his room. It didn't take much longer after his head hit the pillow for him to fall back asleep, trying to make up for the hours he had lost.
 
What happened next would almost certainly surprise Asuka. While her eyes were closed, Logan moved to stand at her side before he knelled down and reached up underneath of her dress. He was shameless in his actions as he reached for the top of the girl's right stocking, pressed his fingers against her silky thigh, and rolled the tight mesh down her leg. If she tried to pull away from him, he would grab hold of her leg to keep her from doing so.

"I don't want to hear it," Logan said quickly before Asuka could bark out another of her 'don't touch me' commands which, he admitted, would have been warranted this time. His fingers had been so very close to her sex, after all. "If I was going to grope you again, I would have done so when you were naked and vulnerable. I am just applying my little control method. The inside of this cloth is lined with wires attached to a stun gun cartridge. With the press of a button, you'll be on the ground. I would advise that you don't run."

As Logan spoke, he wrapped the cloth around Asuka's leg, rolled the stocking back into place, and removed his hands from underneath of her dress. This truly was a genius way to ensure that she could not run. It could stop her cold if needed but it wasn't going to kill her and it wasn't uncomfortable or noticeable by anyone except Asuka herself. On top of that, it would have been impossible for Asuka to remove in these clothes without Logan noticing her trying to do so. She would need to get underneath of her skirt and her stocking to get to the silken shock pad.
 
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A gasp had left Asuka and for a few seconds, her muscles did tense to move away. She had expected the blindfold first .... not quite this. It seemed Logan had expected that sort of reaction though, as his actions and words both implied. She had begun to ask if he could have at least given a better warning ... but stayed silent. ... It wouldn't matter ... She silently reassured herself, bowing her head lowly.

It was uncomfortable things like this that made her uncertain of enjoying being a 'controlled guest'. As he went on to explain what it was he had just attached, a light shiver trailed down her spine. Even if it was only a shock gun, the fact that would even be resorted to at all ... terrified her. It seemed a bit much... but it had been made perfectly clear her opinions would not matter. Her eyes remained closed knowing a blindfold was supposed to be next.

While she had time to think, she began to do just that. The situation had begun to to go from decent to a bit worse in her mind. If this was really how it would always be ... subtle threats against her ... she wasn't sure about this anymore. All the same, was Aniki even going to heed the mere suggestion of stopping? He was as stubborn as herself at times; moreso when it came to the Yomi. She knew he cared for her; but enough to stop all of his operations? It pained her to even begin to think no ... but she had heard it during the talk; his hesitation to even consider it.

All she could do - and she hated it - was wait and pray. While waiting, she tried to remain still and avoid messing with the cloth. It was irritating ... uncomfortable. But Logan's reminder of what it would lead to kept her hands merely by her sides and remained there.
 
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