#yasu;threads

         A NEW PET, that was all he was. In all honesty, Yasu did not care about the item won but rather the win itself. Pride was something that has been drilled into his very core, and to him and his family, loss means shame and disgrace. If it meant blowing off money on a slave he did not really care for having. It wasn't like he and his family did not have any to spare--they had plenty.

         When they arrived to his home, cold jaded hues flitted over the other before leading the way to his room. He did not speak to him since winning the boy over, nor did he pay much attention. Yasu remained distance and indifferent, almost forgetting he was there at times. However, as soon as they were behind closed doors, he turned to face him.

﴾ ◌  ---- - - I'm all { o u t } of BREATH

         " I'M SURE IT'S nothing serious, you know how Yasu is-- " A sigh of dejection escapes the female as she shakes her head, brushing dark locks behind her ear. Though, she supposed Kenkone had every reason to be concerned; it was unlike him to call a meeting this suddenly. But knowing their Boss, it was probably something really trivial, and sh honestly had half the mind to ditch.

 ▄▅▆▇ W A R N I N G ☢

              THE EXPERIMENT REMAINED uncertain as he followed along. Though he would not put it past Yasu to trouble them over something trivial, at the same time, he had a feeling hat something was going on--something was changing. ‹ I dunno. › He hoped he wasn't being paranoid, but he also would not put it past himself to worry over things he probably shouldn't.

           When they arrived at their usual meeting spot, he went ahead and pulled open the door for Miyako. Allowing her through first, Kenkone stood back before following soon after, only to pause when she did, her voice piercing the silence. 

﴾ ◌  ---- - - I'm all { o u t } of BREATH

         HE'S GONE FOR a few days and he comes back to absolute chaos. Here he thought he surrounded himself by somewhat competent subordinates, but apparently he was wrong. Sure, he did not expect any of them to be as strong as he was -- he was on a whole different level than them. But to let a few punks into their turf without giving them the beat down they deserved? Un-fucking-believable.

         If there was anything Yasu hated, it was inconvenience. He liked everything going smoothly, and anything that got in the way was often disposed of -- no matter what the means may be. Usually it lead to a bunch of injured patients in the hospital, some in deep comas -- and the occasional death. Nothing was crossing the line for him when it came to getting things done.

        Even though he was a mere heir to the throne, he was still required to attend certain underground meetings. If he ever wished to take over the family, he had to learn the ropes years before it came to it. Playing thug on the street did not count, and the brunette understood that. The life of some delinquent on the street was completely different compared to the life of a Yakuza family. And he had left believing that his followers could handle themselves.

                                   Apparently not.

         The young heir was heading back to the estate when he finally decided to acknowledge his presence. He had sensed him a while back, after he handled his little problem, but had decided to leave it be for the time being. It wasn't that he could not handle two situations at once, but he wanted to know what this punk wanted. Either he had a bone to pick with him or a bone to pick with the family -- either way, he was going to get to the bottom of this.