Post by Tokishido Kotetsu on Jun 25, 2012 9:34:31 GMT -5
A small group of higher echelon yakuza and hangers on were collected in Kotetsu's office in the Social Club. In addition to the wakagashira, two of his lieutenants, one kyodai, and three bosozuko were present. The bosozuko were kneeling on the floor at Kotetsu's feet, their heads bowed so deeply that their chins were pressed firmly against their chests.
The small group had just finished watching some marvelous crystal orb play back the fight that had occurred at the Red Dragon Inn earlier that day. Kotetsu had watched the entire thing in a state of silence, his face giving away none of his thoughts on what he was seeing. The other yakuza exchanged quiet gasps of surprise and muttered even quieter opinions on what they were seeing, and the bikers remained just as silent and still as the wakagashira.
When the playback ended, Kotetsu remained silent for a span of five minutes. The bikers squirmed under his gaze, which they couldn’t see but could certainly feel. Finally, the old man said, "Who began this descent into idiocy?"
The bikers were silent until Kotetsu nodded to the kyodai, who stepped forward and planted his boot into the middle of Ryota's back, shoving him forward. The biker caught himself before he face-planted and he hastened to say, "I did. It was my idea to visit the place. "
Kotetsu nodded to one of his lieutenants, who stepped forward, speaking for the wakagashira now. "Despite orders to stay away from this place. Despite orders to leave the gaijin alone. Despite orders to leave Helston-san alone. " The shateigashira didn't bother keeping the anger from his voice as the Boss had.
"Hai, Akito-sama, " Ryota answered. He knew better than to offer an explanation. It would only sound like an excuse now and there was no point in trying to worm his way out of the consequences of his actions. It would only prolong the inevitable.
Akito glanced towards Kotetsu, who inclined his head the smallest fraction of an inch. Akito bowed, letting the Boss know he understood what must be done. Then he turned to the kyodai who was standing behind the bikers. A moment of silent communication passed between them before the kyodai withdrew a silenced small-caliber pistol out of a shoulder holster, pointed it at the back of Ryoto's head and pulled the trigger. The gun discharged with a little cough and the leader of the biker gang convulsed forward onto his face, blood trickling from the entrance wound at the bottom of his skull. The two other bikers flinched, unable to control the look of abject terror their faces now wore.
The kyodai turned the gun on the one who had brought the orb back to Kotetsu and fired again. Another body, more blood on the bamboo floor mats.
Kotetsu nodded to Akito, who said, "Take out the rubbish. Leave it for Helston-san to find. " The kyodai hastened to call the guards at the door in and the three dragged the bodies away, arranging to have them show up in a very public place.
The remaining biker, the one who had brought Ryota back to Kotetsu, couldn't quite believe his luck. He'd escaped judgment. He risked a look at the Boss and met a thunderous expression on the face of Akito instead. "Kotetsu-sama has need of a messenger. You will do nicely. Go to the factory on Nishijin Street. Ask for Nakamatsu-san. He will give you instructions. " The bosozuko nodded and scrambled to his feet, overjoyed to be escaping the social club with his life. He fled the club, ran down the stairs to where his bike was parked, and drove to the small industrial area of Little Tokyo.
The small group had just finished watching some marvelous crystal orb play back the fight that had occurred at the Red Dragon Inn earlier that day. Kotetsu had watched the entire thing in a state of silence, his face giving away none of his thoughts on what he was seeing. The other yakuza exchanged quiet gasps of surprise and muttered even quieter opinions on what they were seeing, and the bikers remained just as silent and still as the wakagashira.
When the playback ended, Kotetsu remained silent for a span of five minutes. The bikers squirmed under his gaze, which they couldn’t see but could certainly feel. Finally, the old man said, "Who began this descent into idiocy?"
The bikers were silent until Kotetsu nodded to the kyodai, who stepped forward and planted his boot into the middle of Ryota's back, shoving him forward. The biker caught himself before he face-planted and he hastened to say, "I did. It was my idea to visit the place. "
Kotetsu nodded to one of his lieutenants, who stepped forward, speaking for the wakagashira now. "Despite orders to stay away from this place. Despite orders to leave the gaijin alone. Despite orders to leave Helston-san alone. " The shateigashira didn't bother keeping the anger from his voice as the Boss had.
"Hai, Akito-sama, " Ryota answered. He knew better than to offer an explanation. It would only sound like an excuse now and there was no point in trying to worm his way out of the consequences of his actions. It would only prolong the inevitable.
Akito glanced towards Kotetsu, who inclined his head the smallest fraction of an inch. Akito bowed, letting the Boss know he understood what must be done. Then he turned to the kyodai who was standing behind the bikers. A moment of silent communication passed between them before the kyodai withdrew a silenced small-caliber pistol out of a shoulder holster, pointed it at the back of Ryoto's head and pulled the trigger. The gun discharged with a little cough and the leader of the biker gang convulsed forward onto his face, blood trickling from the entrance wound at the bottom of his skull. The two other bikers flinched, unable to control the look of abject terror their faces now wore.
The kyodai turned the gun on the one who had brought the orb back to Kotetsu and fired again. Another body, more blood on the bamboo floor mats.
Kotetsu nodded to Akito, who said, "Take out the rubbish. Leave it for Helston-san to find. " The kyodai hastened to call the guards at the door in and the three dragged the bodies away, arranging to have them show up in a very public place.
The remaining biker, the one who had brought Ryota back to Kotetsu, couldn't quite believe his luck. He'd escaped judgment. He risked a look at the Boss and met a thunderous expression on the face of Akito instead. "Kotetsu-sama has need of a messenger. You will do nicely. Go to the factory on Nishijin Street. Ask for Nakamatsu-san. He will give you instructions. " The bosozuko nodded and scrambled to his feet, overjoyed to be escaping the social club with his life. He fled the club, ran down the stairs to where his bike was parked, and drove to the small industrial area of Little Tokyo.