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[Keiko Ito]

Well hot damn, he was a looker. Keiko's eyes glanced up from the clip board to look at the man named Eiji who just strolled past her like a king. Placing the pen to her lips she would bite down on the end of it with a little giggle escaping her lips. Wow, I haven't seen a good looking guy like that for a long time.. the woman thought to herself before finally being distracted by Koji bringing up a few crates of alcohol on a wheeler. Keiko would turn on heel and walk inside with Koji following behind, the would both head into the back storage area and Koji would unload the goods while Keiko took a couple of special bottles of Sake to place out the front.

"Would you put this over at the Oyabun's table oh and...get that man a drink"

Keiko spoke to the waitress and the woman nodded her head first taking the bottles of Sake over to the private table for the Oyabun then coming back to prepare a cup of sake for the red haired man who sat alone with his kiseru. Keiko kept glancing over at him as she wrote up expenses, As the waitress went to take a small bottle over to the red haired man Keiko would quickly grab her arm. "Hold on..." She had remembered how in old Japanese tradition when someone fancied another they would write a haiku for them. She began to scribble something down on a pink piece of paper

'With the spring to come,
And wishful desires,
Let my heart know you

The note being handed to the woman and she would take the sake over to the red haired man, placing down the bottle and cup along with the note underneath.

"Um...sir..the pink haired woman sent you this.."

Keiko would quickly scuttle behind the bar and begin to fill in the log books for the Juuchi Yosamu with her eyes occasionally glancing over to the man

[dottydearest]

the girl begins to move upstairs ducking her head in fear

[Shuzoku Hideki]

Creek.

The door to the Juuchi Yosamu would open, the sound was so loud it seemed that the very gods themselves wanted this young mans presence to be known, the sound to his shoes hitting the floor of the bar was a soft tap, tap, tap, standing no taller than five six to five seven was a young man no older than seventeen his face young and angelic face, accented with a marvelous eat-s**t grin that turned the corners of his lips, his body was covered in a custom tailored suit, the shirt underneath was red, and around the his neck was a black tie, over that, was an ebony suit jacket, its cuffs made of high end gold showing he was of wealth, the pants custom fitted were not too tight nor to baggy in fact the only word for this clothing was a perfect fit. The young man's eyes were hidden by ebony sunglasses which gave him the look of a 'bad boy' the way he held himself and the way he walked had a cocky air to it, as if he was daring someone to come at him, in his right was a black pelican case it was big and could not be mistaken for anything else such as a suitcase or briefcase the pelican was a molded plastic container that seal with an airtight and watertight gasket. Pelican cases include a barometric relief valve made of Gore-tex to prevent barotrauma to the case, during transportation, or when the air pressure in the environment may change.

"Well nice joint."

The voice held an attitude to it, along with that beautiful Japanese accent his white silky hair was styled to look 'messy' yet framed the young man perfectly, as his lips parted for those words to escape perfect white teeth shone, he would smile after his words and run his digits through that white hair, it was not one of annoyance simply a reflex showing his boredom that grin was still plastered on his face, the very persona of this man held a hint of deadliness, it was as though he was a viper about to strike at any moment. His sinuous body moved from table to table his destination was the bar itself, as his right hand held the pelican case his other would reach into the pocket, pulling out a pack of smokes he would flip the top open with his thumb, shaking the pack a single cigarette would be thrusted up from the many others, he would lift the pack to his face and take that single cigarette from the pack his thump would once again touch the lit and it would be closed, he would return the pack to the inside coat pocket he had taken it from, once he had put it away he would pull out a zippo from the same pocket. The lighter would be flipped open, using his thumb he would continue to flick the lighter till it caught flame, bring the dancing orange flame towards the tip of the cigarette.

He would take a drag till the cherry of the cigarette would burn red, the flame of the lighter danced off his sunglasses giving him that cool mysterious look that most other often envied, flicking the lid of the lighter closed the flame would be snuffed out, he would as he did with the pack of cigarettes return the lighter from whence it came, he would raise the same hand to take the cigarette, which was still in his mouth at this time and take it between both his index and middle finger, he would take another drag letting the acrid smoke feel his lungs. It would not be long till the nicotine in the tobacco would get him that 'high' he wanted, removing the cigarette from his mouth he would blow a steady stream of the smoke from his lungs, the smoke drift about the room, the smell of an odd spice came from the strangely flavored cigarette it was custom too, with a sigh he would continue his was to the bar, his form arriving at the bar he would take his seat leaning the pelican case long ways against the bar at an angle so as to not let it fall, even though he was careful the case still made a heavy thunk showing that whatever was inside the case was of a great weight.

[Shuzoku Eiji]

Eiji took the cup of sake without complaint, and looked to the pink haired girl, and gave her a small nod of gratitude. She looked quite beautiful in the Kimono, despite the fact is what not held correctly with a silk obi. He took a sip of his sake, then he toked upon his pipe, holding the smoke in his lungs. With a slight parting of lush lips he would release the smoke from his lungs like a coiling dragon it finally dissolved into the air, permeating it with the scent of fine tobacco. He finally glanced down at the piece of paper and read it. A Haiku, he had received many from girls who fancied him in the military and in school. But it had been quite a while since then, he picked up a pin, and uncapped it, he would have rather used an ink brush, but this will have to do.

The sakura falls
My lips sing
Bring me passion

He answered in reply, he held it out to the waitress, he however would not speak, he was not beyond the humanly urges, though he controlled his emotions, this may prove a good night to escape, and the girl herself was quite pleasing to look at. It had been a long time since he had seen a the beautiful and delicate beauty of a Japanese woman. He returned to his sake, allowing the waitress to carry his reply to the girl. Once that was done he pured himself another cup of sake, and took another sip. The smoke from his pipe curled gracefully into the air, he then brought the golden tip to his lips, and toked once more, the taste of tobacco touched his tongue and filled his lungs. The traditional ways of the Japanese did not fade with him, he held onto them as his father had, and his father's father had before him. These ways were instilled in him. His family, were descended from the Samurai.

He looked into his cup, filled yet again with sake, his amber eyes reflected in the liquid. It was good to taste the great quality of true Japanese sake, he had never had a taste for western drinks. He glanced in the direction in which he heard a familiar voice, that of his brother, Hideki, but paid him no mind, the younger of the siblings probably came here for his usual reasons, one of them was harassing the waitresses and gambling. He took another sip in silence, listening to the sounds of the bar as he did so. He was glad he had felt in the mood for sake, it was calming his nerves quite effectively. He awaited to see how the girl would reply to his haiku.

[KumaKakes]

Kuma strolls around the corner from the alley way not really knowing where he was. He stumbles toward the door of the building and notices a beverage truck park at the back gate unloading sake, Kuma runs into the bar yelling "THEY'RE BRINGING MORE SAKE!!" before he relized that there wasn't many people inside anyway. Taking a seat at the bar he asked for a bottle of sake while he mumbled quietly to himself.

[Keiko Ito]

Keiko had been busy writing down more numbers before tearing off the bill and placing it down on the counter. The Shinryu-kai got discounts of course, so they were rather lucky compared to other bars. Their bill was a 3rd of the normal pricing...the exchange for protection was worth it. Kagi came back around the corner and dusted his hands off before heading back out to the truck. He knew she was going to be here longer so he just took off. Shifting herself around the back of the bar she would begin to take bottles of sake and soju out placing them on the shelves.

"Hmm? Whats this?"

She said as the waitress handed her a note with a giggle before walking off. Keiko stood up straight so she was clear for Eiji to view her face. Looking down at the piece of paper she was anxious about what it said...could it be a rejection? Shaking her head she would place one hand to her lips while the paper was opened. Her eyes boggled and the color of her cheeks turned a bright pink. Looking over at him with such a speed that her hair almost fell out of its clip she quickly turned around and looked at the bottles of sake on the wall.

"Oh my...oh my, oh my..."

She got more than she was expecting. He was so passionate in his words yet so quiet sitting alone. Composing herself she would brush her Kimono straight and fix her hair so she didn't look scruffy before walking out from the bar and heading over to Eiji. Standing a good distance from him and his table she would lower her body into a bow that showed respect to him.

"Thank you for the lovely Haiku. May I sit with you?"

Keiko wouldn't raise up until he spoke, she knew of Japanese tradition and this was part of it. For some reason the idea of waking up in the morning next to him popped into her mind, she would pour him tea and place down some delicious Japanese cuisine for him to enjoy. Keiko's cheeks flushed over again...why on earth did she think that.

[Shuzoku Eiji]

Eiji watched her blush, it had been a long time since he had written a haiku to anyone, he watched as she debated on what to do, finally she had settled on coming to him. He watched her calmly and silently, as he finished off his cup of sake his eyes followed her. By the time she reached him he was already in a seductively relaxed position. His yukata was slightly open revealing his chest and the tattoo upon him.

"You may...."

He said, his voice soft, and deep, accented with an articulate Japanese accent from Osaka, his voice rolled forth like syrup, and seemed fathomless. He brought the end of his pipe to his soft, full lips, and toked on it, he would part them ever so slightly, and release the smoke into the air. Though serious, and seemingly cold at times, even a man like him craved the attention of the fairer sex.

[Keiko Ito]

Raising up from the bow Keiko would slowly slip herself down on a seat beside him. Her hands placing neatly against her thighs and her head looking down for a moment as she tried to hide her blush. He was extremely handsome in her eyes, and now that he sat in a seductive manner with his yukata slipping open she tried not to stare at the tattoo. So he was Yakuza...this made him more interesting. Flicking her hair back from the soft skin on her cheek to brush it once more behind her ear.

She was beautiful for a Japanese woman, the perfection of her makeup would indicate to Eiji that she was the type of woman who took detail seriously. Cherry coloured lips with not a single smudge, soft powered skin without a blemish to show and dark black lining around her light brown hues made the contrast strong and appealing.

"I will formally introduce myself. I am Ito Keiko, daughter of a local Sake brewer. I run my own business selling Alcohol and traditional Japanese cuisine catering. My family is originally from Kyoto so our history with Sake is rather large. Its lovely to meet you ..."

Her hand raising up to gesture for him to introduce himself. It had been a while since she had to be so formal but he gave off the feel of being a traditional person. The Haiku he wrote still sat in the palm of her other hand, it was held tight as if it was precious to her.

[KumaKakes]

Kuma sat at the bar drinking his sake slowly while looking around at the place. "Hmm...seems pretty laid back in here." he thought to himself before turning back around to the bar. Kuma slapped some more money on the counter asking the bartender to get him another bottle of sake.

While his stomach started to growl he tried his hardest to ignore it seeing as he was just about out of money and needed the rest to catch a taxi cab home. Hungrily he searched threw all of his pockets hoping to find some loose change in them but to no prevail, they were empty, in disappointment he rested his head on the bar thinking of what he should do.

[Shuzoku Eiji]

Not only was she as beautiful as she looked, she carried herself with the respect of a Japanese woman, as well as the traditional politeness, one of the things that could catch his attention and notice. These days, Japan was being influenced by the western world more and more, losing the old ways, and being corrupted. Honor, dignity, and pride were almost gone except for those who maintained the true structure of Japanese life.

"My name is Shuzoku Eiji, I am head of the Shuzoku clan, as well as co-owner of the Shuzoku Corporation."

He said in his calm voice and took another drag on his Kiseru. He had given her information that could have been easily accessed, no doubt she would know about his corporation if she watched the news, with his own innovative breakthroughs in cyber technology. He looked at her quietly, he noticed how she clung to the haiku, she probably found it very nice, and a valuable thing, though, he couldn't really fathom why, after all, they had only just met, and as far as he could see it, their traditional ways, and looks were what drew them, but for tonight, he would empty his head of the thoughts of what happened the other night between him and his sister, and simply relax in the company of a true Japanese woman.

[Keiko Ito]

She had heard of the Shuzoku family but not really much about it. Keiko was always so busy with work and having to deal with people threatening her business, rival Yakuza causing trouble in her store was also bothering her. She didn't realize that the co-owner was so damn sexy. She looked at him a little stunned but her expression turned into a warm smile.

"A pleasure to meet you Eiji its nice sitting down to talk to a businessman such as yourself. Though you must forgive me...I do not know much of your company as I have little time to relax. This is one of my rare moments to sit in peace...and sitting with you has made my day much better. You see I have a lot of trouble with trouble makers in my store, I myself cannot physically deal to them and Koji has been beaten up before trying to protect me. Had it not been for the Shinryu-kai I would have had to move shop. The rival street gangs around here often come in and attack my store..."

Placing her right hand up to her cheek she would remember when a group of men broke many precious bottles of sake from kyoto, all because she didn't date their leader. The searing pain of being clobbered by the biggest man made her react with her hand placing against the right cheek. Turning her sight away from him to look down, she was just a typical Japanese woman, there was nothing more to her. She was no fighter like the others she was just a woman who was trying to run a business.

"Forgive me..I should not bother you with such matters. "

Her voice so smooth to his ears, she sounded kindhearted and sweet with a soft tone with calmness installed in her nature.

[Shuzoku Rin]

Well, it had been 2 days since she last saw Vladimir...which could be either good or bad. He was either frantically searching for her or getting drunk off his nut. Shuzoku Rin would pull up into the car park near the bar on her Kawasaki Ninja zzr 1400 with her body hardly covered in any protective gear. she really didn't need to. Her heavy white camo jacket was unzipped at the front showing the red bikini top underneath. The humid weather in Japan was annoying so she had no choice but to dress lightly. Swinging one leg off the side of the bike she'd step over it and use that same foot to kick the stand down. Pulling the bike steadily onto it and removed the remote key before stepping away.

As she walked into the bar her gloved hand would un-clip the buckle and pull the black helmet from her head. The long black hair slipping out of the helmet and falling down her back like a wave. Coiling itself into a flick at the end as the silk hair fell into place on its own. Her biomechanical eyes searching around the room, locating her brother sitting with a woman, a man sitting at the bar searching for money to spare but what really caught her attention was the woman named Keiko. Her bodies heat temperature was risen above normal...it seemed she liked Eiji. Of course her brother would know she was here but Rin also knew that he would not disrespect the woman by suddenly leaving to address his sister. Leaving them both alone for now she would walk up to the bar placing the helmet against it with a heavy 'thud'.

"Sparkling Midori please..."

She said to the bar tender while reaching into her pocket and placing down her card against the counter. He would take it slowly "Get something for that man to eat " another thing her eyes were handy for..she could tell what someone was lacking. The bartender nodded and went about his business of pouring a Midori and lemonade for Rin and ordering the waitress to serve up a Tonkatsu meal for Kuma. Rin's digits grasped the chilled glass bringing it to her soft peach coloured lips. Taking a small sip she would sigh contently. Sweet drinks were her favourite.

[Vladimir Ivankov]

Vladimir kicked the cars door shut before heading over to the bars main entrance, though his eye was caught by a Kawasaki ZZ-R on his way. The bike had stopped him in his tracks, he had to give it farther inspection, he was actually looking to buy a new bike since his last was wrecked in an 'accident'. Everything about the bike seemed right but the bikes color, though all for all it was a nice bike.

Placing a cigarette between his lips and then toying with his lighter for a moment or two he finally headed to the entrance. Standing in front of the door he struck the Zippo one last time, luckily enough a small flame caught the tip of the cancer stick, he couldn't help but to think that maybe they were right.... it was time for him to go out and buy a new Zippo... No, this lighter had meaning and could never be replaced. Looking down at the Zippo he smirked before shoving it back down his pocket.

[Shuzoku Rin]

Well Rin felt uncomfortable. The lingering feeling of impending DOOM upon her by not only Eiji but her brother Hideki also. Chugging down the Midori drink she would grab her card back once the bar tender had finished with it. Grabbing her helmet and strolling towards the exit she wouldn't even give her brothers second glance. Pulling her hair up and twirling it around she would place the helmet over her head before opening to door. She was looking down for the time being so she didn't spot Vladimir until it was too late.

"Ooof!"

Rin would bounce off him but her hand would catch his Zippo as she had knocked it out of his grasp. As she regained her balance the black helmets sight would turn to him and she cursed in Japanese as her hand held up the Zippo. At first she didn't recognize him as she was distracted by the emblem...that made her realize who she just bumped into. Pulling the visor up her dark earthen hues would peer at him, Vladimir of all the effing people to run into it had to be him. He may not recognize her at first but well...she did have her jacket open and the bikini top underneath...perhaps he would remember her body?

"Watch where you're going you stupid Russian. "

She'd mockingly taunt him before flicking the Zippo in the air to turn on heel and walk towards her bike.

[Vladimir Ivankov]

The Russian didn't move an inch as the girl walked into him, at first he hadn't even noticed it his attention was somewhere else. Once he heard the cussing though his head snapped towards the source, it would take him a moment to speak due to his eye falling on the woman's body rather then her face, at this time he didn't even notice it was the 'biker' he planned to find out who owned the bike so he could ask them how it rode, and to see or rather 'persuade' them to sell the bike.

After a moment had passed and he realized that his Zippo was missing his head rose to see whom took the lighter, since he knew it was a woman.. well, hopefully a woman his hands hadn't balled into a fist just yet.

Vladimir didn't realize who it was until the woman called him a 'stupid Russian'. Before the woman could move an inch the Russians massive arm took a hold of her shoulder, stopping Rin in her tracks.

"Вы получили много женщину нерва!"

The usual deep but low voice quickly rose in volume, not only had she just left but now she took his Zippo. With his free hand he went for the lighter, his arm going above her hand and towards the lighter to snatch it away.