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tab Despite what one would say, Yamada trusted his team. He was smart when it came to positioning his followers. There was no point in making them do something they couldn't and then beat at them once they messed up. No, instead, he took the advice of his mother. Just like how his dad once did. Yamada positioned his guys accordingly to their capabilities. Nana, for example, was good at going unnoticed. He would use that to his and her advantage. If he could figure out a way to get his team in a safe, yet strategic spot, then they were in the right position. He knew his guys, he knew them inside out and he made sure that even the tiniest scoop was registered. The Tenpi lacked there... He was strick, he pushed his guys around and made sure they knew their place, yet he made sure to always get the job done. Hisakata were too loose. It was there that Yamada saw a strategic advantage against the other mobs. Hisakata had more men than them, and so could easily outnumber them, and Tenpi had more money, but Yamada was confident. And the most important part of being a leader was to be confident.
tab It rubbed off of the other members and gave them a boost.
tab Today was one of those days where Yamada's understanding of being a leader could be mixed with selfishness. Honestly, it might've been a slight mixture of both. "I'll sell you to a toy factory," he growled his frown now clearly marked over his forehead. His mother would often remind him just how much he looked like his father when he frowned. The wrinkles created on his forehead were quite similar to that of his father's aged features, but he didn't see how the made him look exactly like his old man. On the contrary. His father had black hair, Yamada was a brunette. His father had brown eyes, Yamada's eyes were green. He did have his father's nose, but his lips were thin whilst his father's were actually quite full. Yamada had a sweet face and a cat-like grin, his father looked like a psychotic mass murderer freshly out of prison after three life sentences and thirty days. How were they anything alike? Well, maybe it was the fact that Yamada didn't want to see a ressemblance between his old man and himself. Maybe it was that that made him overlook all their similar personality traits, preferances, and their uncanny admiration for the owner of DTB. Well... His mother described it as more of a school girl type of crush.
tab She surely had a way of making normal situations awkward.
tab He was lost in thought, ignoring Nanamiko's little episode. He was getting good at letting her foul habits pass. To him, if you were alive, all these mental disorders were your fault and should be dealt with accordingly. Nana saw those irrealistic things, it wasn't Yamada's fault and he didn't have to take responsibility of the consequences of her actions. Her episodes varied in length. He'd watched her go delirious for a few days, and then she'd started again for a few seconds. It always varied like this. And today, it seemed that she would only see this Yoshi for a few minutes. She wasn't responding very well, though. Her sudden lack of... drive, was alarming to the young don. If there was one thing he knew about women was that, when they started aggreeing with everything you said, you were in for some trouble. Yamada, on the other hand, wouldn't let this tiny woman patronize him. She was second-in-command for a single reason: She wasn't the boss, Yamada was. "Oh, no you're not. Not yet, at least," he retorted when the brunette apologized for arguing with him. And something had to come change the subject.
tab Kuujo was now here. Was about damn time!
tab He brought rather important news back with him. This man, Mr. Yamaguchi was an important man in Yamada's eyes. He'd once borrowed money and paid his debt in full and on time. A very good customer, if he could say so himself. That's when Mr. Yamaguchi came back, borrowed a little bit more money. Paid it all in full and right on time as well. After that, though, his dues starting getting late. He was begging, crawling for more time. And Yamada was lenient on his favored customers. So he obliged and gave more and more time. But there was only so much time he could offer. Mr. Yamaguchi's time was now or never. Or so it was supposed to be. Kuujo was such a sweet boy. Reliable. Trustworthy. Capable. But when it came to actually getting the job done, all those good traits of his vanished, like an helium balloon flying off. It was irritating, and Yamada wasn't in the best of moods. "Why can't you just say that you're an incompetent fool who can't even get the simplest of tasks done?" he was two-inches away from raging. Once those two inches were crossed, he would draw his katana and, from there, heads would be chopped off. A warning would be given to this incompetent fool, "What's you're definition of 'beaten to a bloody pulp'? Because, if Mr. Yamaguchi fails to come up with the money, the both of you will know my definition of the expression."
tab And there she went again. Nana was flipping s**t, as usual. "Shut up, Nana-chan! I don't wanna know what you've been doing over the holidays, I want to know what my men have been up to." he growled. Really, Yamada liked spending a bit of time with his siblings. In order to do that, though, he needed someone to watch over the mob. That was the second-in-command's job. Unfortunately, "So, you're useless," he concluded, pointing at Kuujo, before turning to Nana, "And you're absolutely worthless. What has been going on since I left for Horishima, hm? What's been ******** up again? What was I thinking when I thought of making you my 'wing-man'? Can you explain that to me? Nana-chan? Kuujo? I mean, please! I seem to be the clueless one over here! After all, I must surely be an imbecile to think that you guys could actually manage the s**t I give you? So, please illuminate me on the subject!" The sarcasm was strong and his temper bad. He asked questions, but didn't get answers. Wasn't it simple, though. Who killed who? This wasn't some Clue game or Guess Who! No, it was two simple names with a word separating them. Or even then, a simple 'yes' or 'no' could do the trick! Just to know whether or not a Daichi killed a Hisakata. Yamada wasn't fond of war, especially not now that his family was in Kyuuten. He would much prefer keep the tensions down for the week, until the get back home safe.
tab The sound was aggressing in more than one manner. Daichi leaders were raised to be humble, respectful, and also very traditional. Yamada followed his father close by. The only difference, the strippers. Yamada wasn't attracted by them. Instead, he would much rather marry a woman, send her off with children of his own to a secure and private household. A family, really. Yes, something hard to believe from a man who thought only about himself. "It's fine, don't apologize. Kuujo will clean up, he's good at that," he said offering Lisa a kind, yet not so flirtatious smile.
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