It wasn't long until the PR machine roared to life about Sophie leaving to tour in Volaysia. It was a big deal, after all, in lots of ways. It signaled a new beginning, the excitement of the tournament, of a famous pop star had started, and Turuga started to sink back into a slightly old routine. The bait had been sprung, and Nicolas didn't really care much about how they got to Volaysia, it wasn't his problem. Yoko was so confident that nothing would go wrong, there was nothing he could do to change her mind, so why would he concern himself with it?
It was hard not to see the effect everything had, really. The kind of people that Kishi would hire weren't anywhere to be seen in DC, even if some of them started trickling back in. People talked about Komoku with such strange expressions on their face, people didn't believe that he was such a good guy now. He was a murderer, and still, he walked free. Was there justice in that? It seemed like nobody had a real answer for it all. People found it odd that nobody questioned it.
It disgusted him, truly. Komoku was a loyal dog, but he was just that: a dog. A mutt. He and his two Korean thugs had a single purpose, but he never liked Dujae, or Sejae. Sejae was always too sharp for his own good, and Dujae was a lazy idiot. Komoku got all the glory, and all the benefits without none of the downsides. He murdered a man, yet Nicolas was the one imprisoned for starting it in the first place. Was that justice? They had become friends over a common bond, and yet the one guy he expected to turn away the DC at any given moment was practically a member. Beyond that, he was the bitch of Mei. The girl who ruined everything. Now was his chance to set everything right, in it's proper way.
He had a visitor to see at a hospital, and while he wasn't a flower guy, it was all about the intent behind them, right? He held a bouquet of orange lilies, sitting them down near the window. He was surprised, really...when he saw so many well wishes and cards, he wondered how many of them were honest, or how little of them were sincere. But Komoku, as always...looked fine. Even resting, he looked unpleasant, intimidating.
"Still sleeping, huh?" Nicolas murmured, sitting next to the bed with a sigh. "I suppose it's understandable, Luce did quite the number on you...not surprising, you always did brute force your way through everything," he said dryly. "It's strange, isn't it?" he asked, to the empty room in particular, head tilted. "It feels like a long time ago when you were just some dumb thug in Blue, who wanted to help me show those 'DC pricks' how weak they really were, and you did it, didn't you?" he chuckled. "You brought their damn tower down, killed a man, too. And now...now you're here," he said thoughtfully. "So now, I can make things right." he said, leaning forward.
"Everyone that could be a threat to me is gone, Komoku," he explained easily. "Your little gook brothers are gone, miles away, hundreds of miles away. Jana is gone...your precious little sister and that bitch of yours are all that's left. Do you know how many people you upset when you became a traitor?" he purred. "Do you know how many of them have been waiting for a chance like this? I'm going to go to that new little headquarters, I'm going to find Mei, and I am going to savor the look on her face when I take everything away from her, and there is nothing you can do to stop me," he said, rising up smoothly. "And your sister will be after that, then everything will be back to how I planned it to be." he said, heading for the door.
"When you wake up, your world is going to be exactly where it belongs: the gutter." he said, turning the knob on the door to leave.
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Komoku Rokujo was a wild dog. People used to fear him, they'd look at him and say that Turuga would be better off without him. He scared the weak kids, pissed off the stronger ones, and was a thorn in DC's side for so long. He used to think that it meant his teeth were getting dull. He had a normal life now, he had more friends than he knew what to do with, he had a sister that wasn't always worrying about him, he had a girlfriend that was going to have a kid soon. People looked at him like he was a reformed criminal, and that bothered him, but it was true, wasn't it?
Yes, he was a bad person. He was a violent person, some urges were so deep into his bones that he couldn't fight the rush of bloodust when a fight took place. But Nick? Nick was a worse person, Nick was the worst kind of person. The kind of person that let his ego judge everything. No matter what it took, he couldn't let this pass without him being...being there. Even if it broke him again, he would not let Nick touch Mei, touch Masami...or touch anyone while he still drew breath. Fucking hell, waking up hurt like a motherfucker, and why the hell was everything in the room going off like crazy? He had to get up, which...wasn't so bad. Most of the pain was around his ribs.
He had to tell Mei. God, how long had he been out?
