Blood and Business
Jun 4, 2024 6:04:13 GMT
Post by Sengoku on Jun 4, 2024 6:04:13 GMT
When Tsubasa plucked a fingernail from Hiroshi, he let out a scream that was cut halfway by Katsumoto's leather-gloved fist. Blood splattered against the other surviving hangure who was still shivering in place.
"Pipe down, son." Katsumoto wiped the blood off his knuckles. "Folks are asleep this time o' night." Another fingernail plucked. Another scream, this time stifled for fear of further physical retaliation.
"I... can't... tell you..." Hiroshi hissed through gritted teeth. "You have any idea... what they'll do to me?" He looked up at Tsubasa, streaks of sweat and tears having blended across his face. "None of the shit you do to me... will compare to them..."
The young tiger smiled. Then he chuckled as he dropped down to a knee next to Hiroshi. "Tsu-chan. I don't think Hiro-kun is takin' you seriously! Let's show'im the room, hmm? Getchu' yer toys an' all." His head turned to the Takeda bodyguards. "Gentlemen, get the car ready for our guest. Show off some Takeda hospitality." There was still the business of the last hangure, however. The petrified one that smelled of urine.
"We ain't gon' have this problem again, are we?" The man - the boy, more like - shook his head, though it looked more like he was shivering as if caught out in a blizzard. "Clean ya'self up and get outta' my sight. I'm lettin' you off once." Hiroshi, on the other hand, was dragged deeper into the tiger's den.
"Pipe down, son." Katsumoto wiped the blood off his knuckles. "Folks are asleep this time o' night." Another fingernail plucked. Another scream, this time stifled for fear of further physical retaliation.
"I... can't... tell you..." Hiroshi hissed through gritted teeth. "You have any idea... what they'll do to me?" He looked up at Tsubasa, streaks of sweat and tears having blended across his face. "None of the shit you do to me... will compare to them..."
The young tiger smiled. Then he chuckled as he dropped down to a knee next to Hiroshi. "Tsu-chan. I don't think Hiro-kun is takin' you seriously! Let's show'im the room, hmm? Getchu' yer toys an' all." His head turned to the Takeda bodyguards. "Gentlemen, get the car ready for our guest. Show off some Takeda hospitality." There was still the business of the last hangure, however. The petrified one that smelled of urine.
"We ain't gon' have this problem again, are we?" The man - the boy, more like - shook his head, though it looked more like he was shivering as if caught out in a blizzard. "Clean ya'self up and get outta' my sight. I'm lettin' you off once." Hiroshi, on the other hand, was dragged deeper into the tiger's den.
- 2:16 AM. An undisclosed location within the city of Kōfu. -
The walls were slate gray. A single light bulb clung to a wire for dear life, swaying side to side from the ceiling. In the center was Hiroshi, tied down to a wooden chair, his clothes stained with blood and sweat. To his right was a table with a tray lined with all manner of tools. Hooks. Picks. Scalpels. Mallets. Those were the recognizable ones. Tsubasa was in the spotlight this time. Katsumoto was content to hang back in the corner with a cigar in his mouth, the end lighting up each time he inhaled. The tiger had his fun - it was time for the cat to play with her food.
The walls were slate gray. A single light bulb clung to a wire for dear life, swaying side to side from the ceiling. In the center was Hiroshi, tied down to a wooden chair, his clothes stained with blood and sweat. To his right was a table with a tray lined with all manner of tools. Hooks. Picks. Scalpels. Mallets. Those were the recognizable ones. Tsubasa was in the spotlight this time. Katsumoto was content to hang back in the corner with a cigar in his mouth, the end lighting up each time he inhaled. The tiger had his fun - it was time for the cat to play with her food.