Cute as Evil
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- Posted: Sat, 21 Jul 2012 21:49:54 +0000
Independent Brother~Rightful Master of the Okitsu~ Tactical Leader
Akihiko wiped his face carefully. He made a mistake last night and he knew his sister could be unto him. She wouldn’t say anything though to stop him and he could a feel a chuckle run through him. One of his men, outside of the Okitsu family, raised a brow at him and he shrugged it off. “It’s nothing.” And it was, his plans were coming along perfectly. He didn’t need the family to back him up for power and he was felt proud of these small accomplishments. He was going to talk to his sister soon, and these men were going to move from street punks to yakuza soldiers. They were willing, ready and worthy of that.
He straddled his motorcycle and silently signaled for everyone to start their engines. He had his own small gang of power. Nowhere near the level of his family, but one that he had formed while in high school. He had only ten men with him but they were damn good and they had a reputation in the neighborhood. He could hear his sister’s scolding tone in his mind as he didn’t put a helmet on and took off. Her overprotective streak had only gotten worse with the death of their father.
The roar of their engines went up in a fury as he sped ahead of them. He enjoyed this feeling, the blood that was rushing in his veins and the excitement that speed brought. He gave a hand signal that they were done for the night and he looked over his shoulder to watch them spread out to go to their respective homes. He stopped his bike at that moment to look at himself in a shop window. He slipped off of it to take stock of himself. He had missed some blood and he looked like a drowned dog. He grinned and wiped at his clothes. His sister would only need to take one look to know what he was up to.
He looked up at the sky, but with the rain, chances were she was out. An odd one that lovely sister of his. He ran a hand through his hair before he sat back on his bike. He unzipped his coat to look at the wound he had taken. That fight had come close and the cut was firmly wrapped to stop the bleeding. “Damn.” He cursed before he started his bike and headed to the nearest store for something to drink.