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XXXXXX Midori Uchiyama



The heat haze shook within those brittle eyes, ominous cores of forbidden forebode reflecting the untold through optics of an illuminated green. Mirrored through those piercing spheres concealed within the crowd of lesser men; a figurine stood, attentively observing the situation from afar. Though she had only just recently arrived for her shift; Midori still couldn't proclaim herself surprised there she stood hidden within a flock of guests, spying in disdain upon the filth that had progressed beyond their limits. These beings of lesser merit, to think that they would go this far-- No words could rectify the anger dwelling within, no words harbored the definition to even begin blow life into the unseen animosity brewing within. She wanted to kill them. Each and every one of them, it wouldn't matter whether they were proclaimed allies or fiends, for any a being guilty of having laid one solemn eye upon her love deserved naught but the most excruciating pain there is! They deserved to die slowly, terribly; in ways which no man could ever imagine, for so grave is but their sin! Surely they planned to take her away from her, surely these pigs yearned to defile the purity of her dearest one. They wanted to touch her, contaminate her-- they lusted for her!

A feigned disposition rose to obscure those faint, near untraceable flickers of calamitous intent under the guise of nonchalance. Proceeding but to stand there, eyes as though glued upon the familiar faces far up ahead; Midori would obsessively linger, unable to neither move, nor retract her gaze from the black-haired Goddess, Jakuzere.

Finley set foot into the bar, cane forward in his step as he walked swinging his briefcase lazily as he walked. It was abnormal for him to step into this kind of territory but not when it came to delivering an order. Especially to someone he was slightly knowledgeable of. He took a seat at the counter, speaking with the bartender for a simple draft as he waited for whoever his contact was.

XXXXXX Midori Uchiyama



She felt sick to her stomach, revolted by the vultures which surrounded her precious Jakuzere. One abomination after another, they just kept coming! Unable to console the rage flaring within; a tooth snapped. Crushed beneath the weight of abuse enforced from the subconscious act of a bodily enhancement in terms of her jaw's crushing ability, the oddity had blindly fueled said section unknowingly upon the emergence of a complete stranger. The man, much like the rest of the swines before him- had lured her beloved maiden towards his filthy presence, staining her mesmerizing aura in a thicket of impurity. It was disgusting, so utterly unapproved of that Midori had remained oblivious to the tooth which crumpled beneath the pressure equal to a hyena's maw. Only made aware of her wrongdoing upon a fellow hostess' notion of the blood which oozed from the left corner of her lip, the abnormality became made aware of this as the ignorant girl diligently strode to her side for a friendly attempt at wiping said sanguine liquid away with a tissue, a commencement no doubt arranged from that pitiful emotion dubbed 'concern'.

If only Jakuzere could only look at her, if only she could be observed by those hauntingly perfect eyes at all times, it would make her so happy. She loved Jakuzere, breathed for her- every ounce and particle of her life revolved around the yuuki-onna's existence, and yet-- and yet she didn't acknowledge it. She didn't even know, no one did. No matter the blood she had spilled in her honor, the lives the shape-shifter had condemned for her sake, and gladly would still! The enthralling deity still couldn't see her, and now! And now some unworthy peasant had risen to claim the affection he so bluntly did not deserve- would never deserve!
Something had to be done, she had to do something, anything! As someone whom truly loved Jakuzere with every fiber of her being; she could not approve of this man's repulsive intentions.

The hostess whom so kindly had wiped Midori's chin free from the sanguine splatter had worriedly sought to pull the hostess with her for some self assumed, much needed rest. Refusing to heed such a wish, the green-haired damsel strode forth. Her once spiteful eyes ignited beneath a fiery wall of enforced compassion, of joyfulness there she, as with each and every day, begun to put on that make belief portrayal of a juvenile enthusiasm, a carefree, eager disposition of a joyful teenager. A glass containing some poor fool's forgotten drink became efficiently taken, carrying it, Midori feigned an act of an attempted delivery, merely to purposely trip herself once close enough to her beloved and the man-pig she resided with, the male being blatantly the target aimed at upon this scheme's unfolding there she 'accidentally' tripped and sent the glass flying towards the strange, black haired man's being.

A tall glass was sent his way of a dark brew. Nothing too special, but something to keep him preoccupied before meeting with his contact. This place wasn't very appealing to be in. Obviously, looking down at his attire and then the atmosphere around him. It was obvious he was an outsider, but how much of one if anyone caught wind would be very troubling. If only the person who was asking of his assistance was here. A feminine voice aired near him in a very professional yet sweet manner. It seemed awfully familiar yet he couldn't place his finger on it. Turning his head, he finally understood who could have requested him to be here.
"Jakuzere..."
They had never met face to face. They only spoke among the phone a few times back in the day over special delivered deals. He never could have guessed this was her appearance. He was impressed. Before he could even get started, a translucent object came flying at him.
"I hope I arrived on time. My watch has g- Oh..."
Was a noise of surprise, pure reaction as his hand lifted to the object coming his way. The beer glass shattered over his palm, small bits and pieces of the thick glass stuck in the large parts of his hand.
"Well. Damn."
Using his other hand to pull the shards from his hand, he looked up to see who could have tossed that. Good thing he wasn't alive anymore or else this would be a painful experience as anything else. Another girl that was with the hostess appearing to have almost fallen. Was she trying to carry the glass back to be cleaned? Nice, though, it caused him to be lightly soaked and stabbed in the hand. Anywhere else, he would have murdered them. Though, he was a guest on business and the girl seemed to have only done this on accident.
"Watch your footing. That could have gone much worse."
Finley noted, giving a peace sign after the last shard was removed. He grabbed his suitcase, standing up to follow the hostess. It seemed odd to be going to a private room, but doing business out in the open would be dangerous. There was a lot of product in his possession. If that was the location, it would have to do. The moment she would leave, he would follow suit.

XXX霊𝓡𝔢𝔱𝔰𝔲 𝔗𝔞𝑘𝔢𝔥𝔦𝑘𝔬
XXXXX霊 Ｓa i k o - Ｋo m o n
XXXXXX 霊The Ghost Whisperer



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