島田・現時

This was an important meeting today for the Shimada clan. A yakuza clan meeting with another clan. One they hope to have good relations with, but one that they also needed to show who the alpha was. For it seemed that every clan tried to be the alpha yakuza clan in their own respected territory. For the Shimada clan it was the West of Tokyo that was their prized position. West Tokyo was the rich side of Tokyo which meant that they were the richest of the rich. By having this side the Shimada clan was able to rule over Japan without having to venture too far outside of their territory. They were able to live a comfortable life as long as the supply for gambling and drugs were in demand. In which—it was. And it also meant that the Shimada clan was a force to be reckon with—and desired.

His father sat on the tatami mats with the elders as they discussed what the goal of the meeting was. Meanwhile, a maid had shown the other man, Daegon, into the manner. She had led him to a room that was going to be the meeting room. It was beautiful in it’s own sense with beautiful pictures drawn on the tatami mats by well-known calligraphers and painters. The room was meant to be elegant and serene.

Which was made perfectly by Genji opening the window to jump inside. He had landed fine, but as soon as his feet had landed he had wobbled back. His scarf was around his head like a towel that was coming undone, and his shirt was wrinkled like he had slept in it. His pants were also in his arms inside of on his legs which meant the only material blocking the view of his junk was his boxers.

“Oh shit, I’m late.” Genji spoke as he took notice of the assistant and Daegon. The assistant was mortified, and Genji did not take notice as he took off his scarf to reveal his messy green hair. He then looked at the assistant and Daegon. His eyes looking the man down and then slowly back up. He was checking him out and he was not being shy about it. He was being obvious that he was looking at the man like he was a piece of meat.

He flashed one of his trademark smiles as he knew that it didn’t matter that he looked like a drunk hot mess. In which he was. He had not slept the entire night, and had just arrived home because his father wanted him to be around for the meeting so he could introduce his two sons.

“You know-.” Genji began as he moved toward Daegon without looking away from him. He moved closer to the man to be only an inch away from him.

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@needahealer  ( GENJI )

          “ Ah, h.. hello. ” Regardless of how strongly the others had emphasized the colorful pop that the second-in-line acquired, both in personality and appearance, meeting him in person was a completely different experience. The brightly embroidered clothes that carried visual value- clear with each thread and subtle curve- coupled with the ever-present smile that he’d only encountered through word of mouth and dramatic retelling brought about a certain liveliness that was never seen from a single person alone.

          “ It is nice to finally meet you. ” His staring is cut by a curt bow of the head, and the uncertainty of how to address him leaves the greeting to end hesitantly.

“Oh you are so fucking hot. Meet me at my place in an hour.” Genji begun as he grabbed the man’s shirt to pull him towards him so that their face was barely a few centimeters apart. Of course this was all in front of the elders and his father in which Genji was putting on a show for—but he was also wanted to fuck whoever this new guy is. Senjo—Yenju? It was something that he should have been paying attention to, but he didn’t. Instead the green haired man burst into the meeting not to land his next fuck—that was just an added perk.

Apparently his father felt that in order to avoid the awkward, they decided to introduce Genji—well that just failed on their part.

“Genji.” His father scolded at him under his breath, but Genji just smirked as he knew that this was going to piss them off. He grinned as he pulled the man towards him to give him a hard kiss. Genji’s hands had moved from Mikio’s shirt towards his ass, and he had leaned into the kiss. His mouth was open and he had begun to deepen the kiss when—

“Genji!” His father yelled and Genji pulled away with a grin.

‘Finish your bath, Genji. You are sleeping in my room tonight.’ 

Almost as if tending to a child, Hanzo wrenched the shampoo bottle from his little brother’s grip before he could dump the whole thing in the water. He then put it out of reach before helping himself to a bath bomb, giving it to Genji instead. That should keep him distracted for a while, even though the bubbled being formed in the water were prone to multiply when the bath bomb started acting up.

Why did Hanzo even care in the first place? He was never into babysitting, and yet, the male never truly stopped looking after his brother. Though Hanzo knew Genji to rather dislike him, which was in fact quite disheartening, almost to the point it hurt.

‘Genji, father has been worried… whenever he calls your apartment, you seldom answer. Why do you not come back to living with us? The Elders may disapprove of you, but father and I…’ That’s where he trailed off, and what with Genji’s drunkenness, the male was unlikely to notice.

“No. That’s gay. Sleep on the couch, I’ll take your bed.” Genji never thought about where he was going to sleep because his brain was never able to think that far ahead. He just knew that he wasn’t going to walk to his apartment. Perhaps he could call a taxi to get him home, but what taxi was open after three in the morning? Well that was too much thinking for him. The green haired man thought as he was beginning to sober up much to his dismay. He had continued to stay I the bath only this time watching as the bath bombs that Hanzo threw in to distract him. His hand went under the bubbles and up to play with them.

“He can just call my cell phone, duh.” Not that he answers. He was always connected to his phone because it would tell him of where new parties were going on, but he never answered his father. Sure, his father loved him, but he would always call when he was getting wasted or high—which was usually every day.

Genji then stood up—almost falling from standing up too fast-- from the bath when he deemed himself clean—although it was mostly to get away from Hanzo. He then grabbed a towel to put around his shoulders—because that’s where it needed to be. He then went to leave the bathroom, only for him to turn around and hold the door shut so that Hanzo couldn’t get out of it.

Genji had hated to help out his father and his business, and he had made it clear that he had hated to do so. He liked having his father’s money, and his old man was a cool dude—but he hated how serious the business is. It was serious and boring because they were the yakuza. It was constant getting money to the places that they needed to be, and figuring out who needed to be killed because they were long overdue. Now, Genji loved to profit off of this business. He loved going to his parties, buying expensive things that he didn’t need, and the power that he had when he just needed to whine to his dad enough about someone that was annoying him.

That was why Genji had went on this mission. He had one of bodyguards come with him as he paid a personal visit to one of his dad’s friends that had screwed them over. It supposedly was a lot of money—more than he had ever had stolen, and this is what got under his father’s skin. He wanted to make sure that his ‘friend’ paid for what he did. Thus he had sent Genji, and although Genji refused—he had did it because without killing this friend and returning the money there was no money for him to use.

Now, Genji was able to get to the ‘friend’ and kill him rather quickly—but it had been rather bloody. He needed to make sure that no one could trace who the killer was. The policemen that the clan had paid off could cover up what they could, but a murder wasn’t something that the whole station could cover up. Thus was why Genji was standing in an alley late one night covered in blood. There was a smile on his face as he hummed because he had the information on where the money was, and all that was left was a simple transfer. How the guy would be able to get the money was a mystery though because if it was in a bank—he wasn’t that smart about what he was doing.

Yet—as Genji was standing in the alley was where he met a certain blond man. He figured that there wasn’t going to be out this late at night, and that he was safe—but he wrong.

Genji had been known as the guy that would gladly go to parties in place of Hanzo; so when Hanzo was invited to a luxury party, Genji was the one to step up. He loved going to parties, and even though the luxury parties were not his particular cup of tea—he still drank it. He enjoyed finding out which person of which family wanted to be with him. Of course it was a mind game where they wouldn’t out right state it, but with enough banter he would eventually get the information. For when people at these parties talked to him it was either because they wanted to fuck him, rely information to his father, or both. Most of the time it was both.

For this particular party, Genji had showed up with a woman, a girl that he had met by his friend, and he had his arm on her hip as they walked into the party. He had brought her along just in case the party was going to be boring, and he needed a quick fuck in order to withstand it—and he wasn’t wrong about that. After talking to around ten different people that were all the same conversations that he had before, he had moved over to the side so that he could scope out who else was here. There were families that he could name off, no problem—but as he scanned the room there was a particular girl that he did not know.

Which was a pity, because she was hot as hell. So with that thought, Genji straightened his tie and made his way over to the woman with purple hair. Who she was didn’t matter as much as how the likelihood was that she was going to go to bed with him. Now, it was more so just focusing on his tactic to finding this out.

Blue eyes turned to look at the green haired male as he started talking again, one eyebrow raised slightly. “I haven’t been with that many men… people…” He looked away and instead focused on the new drink that had been placed in front of him, a brief look of uncertainty flashing over his features before he grabbed it and took a gulp from it- bad idea. He nearly spit it back out at Genji’s comments, placing the glass back down with a bit more force than was necessary and brought a hand up to his mouth as he swallowed then coughed a bit.

“I- I’m sure you’re great at drinking.” Jack wasn’t, he’d always been a lightweight, it was one of the main reasons he didn’t exactly go out a lot. That and he was pretty ‘affectionate’ when drunk. He doubted this would be anything affectionate, just a quick one night stand- though… He let his gaze drift back to Genji, curiosity nagging at the back of his thoughts. He wondered why the male was so set on sleeping with random strangers that just ‘looked good’, why was it so bad to stick to one person?

He shook the thought away and went back to bringing the glass up to his lips and taking any sip from the liquid. It wasn’t as… strong taste-wise as the other one, but he could still taste the toxicity in the liquid alone- it was plenty alcoholic and it wouldn’t take long for Jack to become intoxicated if he had more than one of them. Not to mention he already felt a bit tipsy, he didn’t see Genji slip something in his drink but there was of course a possibility. Jack doubted it though, he didn’t seem like the type of guy to do that.

Jack wasn’t particularly the type of person to just go sleeping around, he’d said this already, he’d probably slept with 2 or 3 people in his entire life by now, only one girl back in high school- plus it’s not he’d ever gotten as far as to lose his virginity with her either because he’d chickened out at the last minute, not something he’s proud of, that’s for sure. The two others had both been men and Jack would rather not talk about them at all.

He was legitimately curious about why Genji was calling him daddy, never before had he been called that before and while it did make him a bit uncomfortable, Jack would rather be called that than something else entirely that may or may not be an insult. Last he checked though, daddy was usually referred to people who were more inherently dominant and while Jack is a man, he can’t exactly see himself ever manage to throw himself at other men like Genji was doing. In this case… shouldn’t Genji be the daddy?

“Why daddy, though?”

A more noble man would have wanted Jack to stop drinking so much so that he would still be able to have a conversation with him as they fucked. Genji, on the other hand just watched as Jack took another drink and debated on when to cut him off. He needed him conscious if they were going to fuck, and he also didn’t want him to throw up once they got to his place or a love hotel. There was a technique that Genji had to have in order to have a one night stand—although at this point he barely knew if he was doing it on purpose or not. It was like he just knew how to get someone into bed with him instead of actually trying to get them into bed.

Although if he wanted Jack in his own bed was something that he had to think about. A love hotel would be easier for them so that he could leave, but Jack seemed like he needed to enjoy a more personal experience. He needed to be treated like he was a special fuck, and the most that Genji could do would bring him to his place. Not that he minded—he did proof his bachelor pad so that one night stands had to leave before they got comfortable. He knew what he was doing since he had been doing this since he was able to have his dick wet.

Genji began to laugh when Jack asked why he was called Daddy. He probably thought that it was because of Daddy kink, but there were a few reasons as to why Genji called him Daddy. Other than the fact that he blushed whenever he said it made it all the better—there were more reasons as to why. Although which one he wanted to tell Jack he had to pick. There was the fact that Jack looked older than him—which might make it look like he was calling Jack old. Turn off. Wouldn’t be able to go with that route long.

The major factor was because Jack was looked like the dad’s that was in the perfect family magazines. The ones that played golf, watched movies with their two kids—the golden boy. That was the reason why he called him, but if he said this it might open up Jack more. Especially because he looked acted like the guy that he was describing—and it was a bit of a turn on. To imagine that Jack was a perfect husband that had a wife to go back to only he was out screwing around.

So, Genji had to rely on his last factor as to why he called Jack, Daddy. His eyelids lowered as he smirked. It was like Jack had activated predator mode as Genji’s hand rested on Jack’s thigh, and moving towards his inner thigh and up. His hand gripped Jack’s thigh as he added pressure to make sure Jack knew how much Genji wanted to fuck him at the moment.

‘You wish you were nine inches.’ Hanzo mocked the other, drying his hands in a small towel hanging off the rack and leaning back against a wall with his head tipped back and gaze staring unseeingly at the ceiling. He was to make certain his little brother did not drown in both the water and his own stupidity. Truth be told, the latter made the elder brother think the Sparrow was a goner already.

Figures, but of course Genji wouldn’t stay home… when did he ever?

‘Not so much as you have your head up in yours.’ The elder male replied, pulling out his mobile phone to check tomorrow’s schedule. As it would happen, Genji was spending the night home this time around… he might as well let their father know of it. Old man was the one to spoil his precious little Sparrow, after all.

Quickly did he type their father a message, not quite ignoring the commentary his little brother made on his lack of friends. 

‘Does believing you have actual friends help you sleep at night? Those people you hang with are only interested in your money, Genji. Were you not of a wealthy family, they would take no interest whatsoever in you.’

Hanzo himself could have had many ‘friends’ of his own without even trying – but he was selective, highly so. Seldom did the male see the good in others, for people were monsters, animals sniffing out to comfort they could find in another. Kiss Genji’s ass enough and he would be sharing joints with you, taking you to places, handing out his cock on a silver platter. This boy had no limits, apparently.

“Well usually I can take more than just a head.” Genji retorted to his older brother with his shit eating grin. It was so easy for him to get under his skin, and Hanzo just thought that he was being smart about but he wasn’t. At least that is what Genji believed. There just came a point in his life where he stopped caring about what Hanzo said because when did Hanzo ever say anything nice? 

He was just an asshole, while he, Genji, had to be the nice one—and the nice one meant that he was the extrovert that went out to hang out with people. They weren’t really his friends, just like Hanzo had said, but did it really matter? He was out having a life while Hanzo was stuck doing his chores just because it would kill him to have some fun in his life.

“Oh my god. Why do you talk like this? Just say I’m an idiot or a douche and be done with it for fuck’s sake. ” There was no way that Genji would be able to process what Hanzo was saying at this amount of being drunk. All he heard was blah blah blah from his older brother as he groaned in annoyance. 

The green haired male then turned towards the shampoo bottles and picked one up. He then squirted a lot into his hand—like almost the entire bottle as he then began to wash his body. Nothing that he was doing was making sense, but he was trying to at least wash himself if he was going to be in the bathtub—and he wanted bubbles to go along with it.

“The wrong parties?” she snorted. “Didn’t know there was a difference between which party was right, and which was wrong.” 

So long as there was food to stuff her face with, Hana wouldn’t have too much of issues passing the time. Even though it did feel like time passed so slowly during parties such as these. She may be far more mature than most nineteen year olds, but that didn’t mean Hana wanted to spent her evenings listen to chatter and speeches that made her want to sleep.

“So, what? Are you the party expert?” Hana began joking around. At least she got the feeling that she didn’t have to be formal with Genji.

Hana may be quite wealthy herself, she didn’t have particular interest to spend it on herself. A good portion of the money she was receiving went divided between her family and towards companies that she wanted to support. Finishing her food from table one, Hana drank a glass of juice and carried over to the next table of fancy foods.

“You don’t really eat much,” she commented out of observance.

“Actually, I am. This party is just another night for me, and the only reason I’m here is to make sure my father is happy.” He knew before coming into this party that it was going to be rather lame, and he would have turned it down if it wasn’t for Hana Song being here. In which was the major reason that a lot of the people were here. It didn’t take the many stares at Hana for anyone to know that. Most were working on their sponsor proposal, a few were working on their strategy to get to Hana, and the last two were working on where to bang where no one would find them.

“Hey!” Genji defended himself with a laugh when Hana pointed out that he didn’t eat that much. Well apparently he wasn’t being careful enough with his plates—but it was better to tell her the truth. Ignoring her question would just be confirming it, and his lie could be easily seen threw. So might as well keep her talking.

“Not all of us go through training to be a mecha pilot. Some of us have to maintain our six pack some other way.” Genji did not know if Hana had to go through special training to get into the mech program or not, but he figured she would get the idea that he had to watch what he ate. Even though he did go through training, and continues to go through ninja training. Genji had groaned mentally at the thought though. He really needed to go someplace with Hana that was other than here if he ever wanted a chance with her—but if needed to get her away from her agent or get her mind off of the sponsors. Something that would let her get out of here.

   As she walked, she paused for a moment as she heard a ruckus a bit away. She could not understand a lick of it, however, so she ignored it and continued to look around.    It was such a nice day out that she did not mind simply taking in her surroundings. Japan was so different than anywhere that she had ever been before. Then again, she usually stuck to Europe, so it made sense.    Out of the corner of her eye, the young woman spotted the other approaching her. She got ready to become an embarrassment as she tried to explain that she did not speak the language, if the other intended to talk with her.    As the English hit her ears, she paused and turned to face the other. Her yellow eyes practically sparkling with delight. Those were the first words she understood all day.         “Is it that obvious?”    The accent that clung to her words made it obvious that English was not her first language. Still, she gave a kind and sweet smile to the other. She had never pictured Japan as a place where people would come up and talk with you, so it was a nice change of pace.

“Only a little.” Genji teased in a playful manner with a smile. It was only obvious to him because she didn’t come up to talk to him when she looked back at his friends. If she knew the language she would have walked up to him and demanded sex because who wouldn’t want to? Genji was the hottest guy in the world that when anyone saw him for the first they should run up to him and demand sex. 

The green haired man then held a hand out towards Amelie to introduce himself. Honestly, the reason that he knew English was because of his family and when they dealt with foreign clients, and the fact that he would come across many English speakers in his travels. Although—he couldn’t tell that Amelie wasn’t a native English speaker just from the accent, he just thought she was somewhere he hadn’t met anyone else before.

“Well my name is Genji, and if you want a tour of Hanamura well then I would go ask the policeman.” Genji began as he pointed to the policeman that was near his box. He was there to direct not only forigners but old people on where their house is since every city in Japan changes like pregnant woman’s cravings.

Course not … I have ridden a lot of rodeas… Well I mostly prefer to be ridden… If  people can tame me that is…” The cowboy said with a smirk. as he followed the other, he kinda tought it would be a love hotel, he never really tried one, mostly he ended up just at the other persons home or just somewhere were no one else was, except him and the other person. “ ya sure are a playboy aren’t ya? “ He suddenly asked the black-haired man. @needahealer

There was just something about the cowboy’s accent that made him want to listen to the guy. Perhaps it was the American accent that was so different than what he was used to hear. “What can I say? I get what I like.” 

The green haired man grinned at his statement as they neared a hotel that looked like it would be some kind of kid’s place with it being a castle. Only in Japanese, the sign clearly read, ‘Love Hotel’. He begun to speed up like a child dragging their parent into a toy store. 

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   Gérard was hesitant for her to go alone to a country, practically alone, in which she did not speak the language. Although his wished were in good taste, she had to go! To preform with her dance troupe in Japan? It was a great honor to be in this beautiful country.    The troupe had a day to sight see before their performance, most went off in a group to go to a public sauna to relax their muscles. Amélie, although, walked the streets alone, appreciating the architecture of the older buildings that popped up.

Genji was an ass man. He could always make it work between him and a bagger if they had a rounded ass. It was a lot harder than most people took for granted, to find someone with a good ass. The green haired man had been walking down the streets with a couple of his friends. They were making their way over to the store to buy some alchohol to pre-game before a party. It was one of his friends that had noticed Amelie’s body from across the street. They had automatically started to call Amelie’ over—but in Japanese.

“美しい、ケツ!“

“そのケツをもってくる！”

Genji was the only one who had sighed because his friends’ attempts were going to go nowhere. Clearly she didn’t understand Japanese, and that made him smirk as he held his hands out to stop them from moving closer to her. Then he walked towards her, “Have you ever been to Japan?” He needed to know because--he could definitely show her a good time.

HE was a mess… and even though their relationship was something shaky, Hanzo couldn’t help caring for Genji. Though all things considered, he wasn’t very good at showing it.

SLIDING the door open, Hanzo sighed at the sight of a collapsed Genji on the ground right in front of him. A sigh issued out by default as the elder brother got down to help his little one up by draping one of Genji’s arms over his shoulder.

‘You reek of booze, sex and narcotics… where have you been, boy?’ He knew Genji might have been far too lost in his own mind to even manage to come up with half a decent reply, so Hanzo merely quieted himself while leading the other down the hallway and into the bathroom.

WHEN inside, Hanzo helped Genji rid himself of what little garbs covered his form – they were stained in something Hanzo could absolutely do without knowing – and helped his brother sit under the shower before switching it on.

‘Is your apartment an unbearable pigsty yet?’ The male commented, washing his hands while glancing at his little brother from the corner of his eyes. 

“Nine inches deep in pussy.” Genji replied when he was asked where he had been, and he had to laugh at his own joke. Even though it was true, he was still going to laugh at it in his drunken state. He then reached up to pull on Hanzo’s hair to mess with him as he was carried into the bathtub. Although once in the bathroom was where he tried to struggle, but ended up just being trapped in his clothes and needed Hanzo’s help.

As he felt the warm water, the green haired male smiled. He barely registered how he got to the bathtub even when it was just moments ago that he had been pulling his head through the hole in his shirt. He then looked over to see his brother washing his hands when he was asked a question. Genji rolled his eyes, and reached over to put his hand on the edge of the tub. Acting like he wasn’t completely plastered.

“Kinda hard to make a pigsty of a place you never go. Unlike you, I actually have friends that I hang out with every day.” Genji spoke, but his words were still coming out slurred with his volume raised randomly when he felt that he needed to be an extra asshole. 

“Still have that pole shoved up your ass?”