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KEIKO. 圭

Keiko was checking her phone, managing hers and Sojiro’s appointments for the day. While it was usually a Sojiro’s thing, since he was more of a early bird than she was, that time the Shimada king slept in a little later, tired from the day before. Keiko could not blame him, given how hectic their schedule had been lately, to the point that they could barely see one another before bed.

Sat on her side of their western-fashioned, king-size bed, she turned left to look at her husband’s ever-so-peaceful expression in his sleep. Sojiro was a handsome man, Keiko couldn’t find a single objection to that statement; his appearance so elegant and regal, with that long, raven hair, his face squared and sharp in all angles. The power he exuded was tangible even in his unconsciousness. That was what won her over after all, wasn’t it? Sojiro’s scandalously powerful aura, to which only hers was a real rival.

10 AM. Ah, she really had to wake him up, mh? He looked so cute.

Well, this was a predicament isn’t it?

When Jack was sent here, he was sent with the knowledge that he could end this situation much faster and more efficiently than risking a strike team. It was a small operation, and around 20 moderately armed men was child’s play for him. It also may have been an unapologetic escape from his office. Gabriel was not so subtle about that.

But here he was, staring down a man they’ve been watching for some time but have been avoiding. It was classified, redlined with many, many little turn aways and a precarious balance of avoiding more enemies. 

How good is he?

He remembered Gabriel’s passive huff and pointed look at him. Yeah, he was good. Tread carefully, soldier. 

“You did, but it was necessary. He would have killed you if you hadn’t been FASTER.”

It was an unfortunate reality that his sons could be targeted when they weren’t at home, especially now that they were going off on their own and often not bothering to bring a guard with them. He could admire their confidence, but he would prefer caution. The night loomed late, and the narrow alleyway outside one of the city’s many night clubs still hummed with beating, muffled music, the occupants oblivious to the attempt made on a life outside.

Sojiro was called rather then the authorities, as he told his sons to do. He watches Genji with a slightly softer gaze, his hands finding his pockets.

“You look shaken,” the observation comes after a silence. “This is not the first blood you’ve drawn or have seen drawn - did something else happen?”

  almost not hearing his father speak, genji STARES at the body for a few moments longer, unmoving. his knuckles are white in his grip on his blade --- only a knife tonight, the only real PRECAUTION taken --- but his breathing has finally returned to a more normal rate, helped in part by his father’s words of reassurance.

yes, it was necessary. had he not been faster, had he not been willing to kill, HE would be the one staining the dingy alleyway red. killing has never been something he’s wanted to do, one of the many parts of the clan’s business which he wants NO PART in, but it’s something he’s willing to do for his own protection. something that he has, as his father says, DONE BEFORE. drawn blood and lifeless corpses are not a sight that have shaken him in a long time. but tonight...

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HANZO. ☈ 

“Father” Hanzo did not hear Sojiro enter the room until his father decided he wanted his son to know. Hanzo was resting his aching body on the tatami in the training room, every fiber of his muscles was pulsing with rewarding pain. Ryuunotoboe, his personal katana he was given after he had mastered the control of his dragons, laid by his side, and his hair freed from ties fell on his shoulders, damp with sweat.

  arms folded, SULKING in his chair like the teenager he hasn’t been for a few years now, the youngest shimada pointedly AVOIDS meeting his father’s gaze and instead fixes his attention on a corner of the desk between them. he’s fallen into a false sense of complacency, he thinks --- he’s gone without getting caught sneaking out and back in for so long that he’s become less careful about doing so. that’s the ONLY EXPLANATION he has for how hanzo had managed to spot him climbing his way back onto the grounds at the crack of dawn this morning. clearly his state of intoxication has nothing to do with it, OR how he missed his footing on his way down the wall and fell on his ass. loudly.

regardless of HOW it happened, he’d been caught by his snitch of a big brother and immediately marched to their father’s office to face the consequences of his actions. not that he actually expects there to be MUCH consequence --- there never has been.