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Thread: If I Had Just Killed You in the First Place!

Imasuke took the quiet time to seethe, ignoring the maids and other guests in the house. Lucky for him, he was high enough on the pecking order that the lack of manners wasn??t going to get him in trouble. Out of earshot, unfortunately, was still in the house, and the slim man ignored his charge until they were out of the building. In front of the limo, to be exact, where his large bodyguard was still waiting for him. He turned on his heel, a quick, fluid movement. Green Eyes was taller than him, though most men were, but Imasuke was used to that. He reached up, damning the lack of the tie, his thing hands clasping the man??s collar. A quick yank, hoping for surprise to make his job easier. ??I am stuck with you, yes, but for the time, I own you.? His face was still expressionless as he spoke in clear, accentless English. ??You will not speak unless spoken to, and you will bother me.? Imasuke might not be big and muscular, but his bodyguard was. And the man that watched out for the little negotiator at home also was big and muscular. He had learned that early on you couldn??t compensate for brains, but you could for brawn. He released him with a controlled movement and slid into the car. This one? What was his name? Tanaka or something, he didn??t remember, but he was polite at least. Knew when to open doors so Imasuke didn??t have to anti-climatic, it would have been. He scooted over, crossing his legs as the large man followed him in, half man-handling Green Eyes into the car as Imasuke wiggled out of his suit jacket. His holster was obvious, so he felt no need to point it out. ??I can??t kill you, but I will make your life miserable if you don??t follow my simple rules.?
Thread: If I Had Just Killed You in the First Place!

Russel felt like spitting in Imasuke's eye. His anger of course was quite misplaced, but there wasn't much he could do now. Something like this.... This anger and rage, could not be simply brushed aside, or funneled elsewhere. Imasuke was the one who had done most, if not all, of this. He was hoping for a simple response at least, and the lack of response he got made him even angrier than before. Russel was an inconsiderate, unpredictable, bi-polar, attention whore. If his complex and rather confusing ways could even be simplified to that level. It seemed that he couldn't get any angrier by the time they were outside, and Imasuke grabbed hold of the collar of his shirt. Russel would have had a little outburst and probably snarled in the man's face, but that last statement just killed him. I own you. He burst out into a fit of giggles, turning his head away from Imasuke in some false ways of covering this up. The last couple of lines he didn't even pick up, but obviously he didn't have to. Such simple, idiotic rules. So what was he going to do? Sit on his ass? They probably should have sold him off, or just killed him right then and there, because he'd be a hell of a lot more trouble alive. He was so distracted by this that he didn't even realize that Imasuke had climbed into the car. And he was being pulled into it. That was his wakeup call. That bastard made him hit his head! Heyheyhey! It was a growl, and he roughly pulled himself away from the body guard in the car. He was probably about the same height, but not hardly quite as buff. Shit... Russel would have rubbed the back of his head had he been able to. His eyes moved back to Imasuke, as if that small action had been caused by him directly. I'm sure you will... You seem like the kind of person that would ruin people's lives purposefully. Is that why you missed? Or is old age taking hold of your aim? Of course, Russel had seen what happened. Imasuke had missed by accident. His body guard had knocked his arm, and gave Russel this damn stinging side. As for the age comment. Imasuke didn't look old. In fact probably far from it. This was just several of Russel's strategically placed sarcastic and demeaning comments. His mind was trying to make up for the fact that he was not physically in control of the situation, so he was taking control verbally. Or trying to.
Thread: If I Had Just Killed You in the First Place!

The negotiator ignored the sound, of course. He had little concern for what brain damage would do to Green Eyes?? cognitive powers, after all. Not that he expected much along those lines. The white boy he was a boy, wasn??t he? puffed himself up with noise like Ishikawa and his clothes, but this one was even less of a concern. Ishikawa, at least, had a head on his shoulders. This one just had a pretty face. Ah, but he hadn??t got this far by underestimating others, had he? To start to do such now would be a failure similar to the ones Ishikawa made concerning himself, and Imasuke refused to repeat his ??older brother??s mistakes. The slender man sat back against expensive faux leather seats, the very image of poise and serenity. Green Eyes was blustering again, and his quip made Imasuke??s lips curl into that same polite smile that never reached his eyes. ??Full of sound and furry, eh?? he remarked in the sort of tone one might use when talking about the lovely artificial weather. Always artificial, of course. The natural patterns tended to be much more extreme. ??I imagine I??ve been working before you were alive, child,? he remarked calmly. ??And it is certainly rude to talk this way to your betters.? The thin man sighed, propping his elbow up on the door and leaning his head into his hand. ??I suppose, though, they don??t teach manners to cast offs. At least you??re easy on the eyes,? he added, sinking down further in his chair. ??Watch him for me, I??m going to take a nap.? That last bit was in Japanese, though his meaning should have been clear to Green Eyes as he settled in and closed his eyes. ??Look,?? he said non-verbally. ??I??m so not afraid of you, I??ll sleep with you in the car.?? Not, of course, that he would sleep, but he slowed his breathing to give a rather convincing image of it. He probably could have slept, or whatever it was he did that he called sleep, he thought in self-deprecating amusement. Imasuke tended to doze, but he rarely slept deeply or for any long period of time. Came with the territory, and all. He certainly hadn??t been alone in a building for three years.
Thread: If I Had Just Killed You in the First Place!

Russel couldn't stop the constant words spewing from his mouth, even if he wanted to. He was pent up with rage that this little... Bitch had control of the situation, and had actually -gotten- him into this situation. Perhaps death would have been an easier way. But no, of course Russel was always forced to take the difficult way out. It was a normal thing. He was used to it by now, but each little surprise put him a little more on the edge. And any assumptions that he was less than intelligent were pure... Well, they were about fifty percent fiction and fifty percent truth. Russel was smart. He was just quite choosy about what he was smart about. Just like he was choosy about when he used his skills, or choosy about anything else. Being rejected like he had been had set up something in his mind that couldn't be unraveled. Russel had at least some control over his fate, and that was his act to choose. Child? Russel snarked, shaking his head. Imasuke didn't look much older than him at all. Betters? He seemed full of repetitive questions. Haha. I would not assume what you don't know... But that last comment made him growl. He shifted angrily in the back of the limo and glared hatefully at Imasuke. Russel seemed full of rage. But the second that Imasuke laid back his eyes went calm, and he glanced casually around the car. Perhaps it was a front, his anger. And perhaps not. Russel was one who was good at feigning emotions, but he was also somebody who would and could lose control over them easily. He let out a little agrivated sigh and stretched out his arms, before he relaxed against the seat himself, his eyes never left Imasuke however.
Thread: If I Had Just Killed You in the First Place!

Imasuke fought the urge to fidget. He wasn??t a still man by nature but, unlike Green Eyes, he had control, and if he did not want to move, he wouldn't. Since his body couldn??t move and damn it all, he was getting a pain in his back from a slightly uncomfortable position, his mind did. Imasuke had never had access to mental enhancers the drugs that rotted away the mind as quickly as they jumped up the ability, or tutors for the kids of the rich and famous, who often inherited their mommy and daddy??s large and often illegal estates and needed any advantage they could get their pampered fingers on. But he did well with what he had, and his grandfather had instilled a good love of the academic and intelligent. Though, the man would have a heart attack if he knew what imasuke used them for. Had Green Eyes received such training, or others? He??d been tailored, but towards what? Perhaps he??d be of more use than chopped up and sold for his meat. Imasuke needed allies, and unlike Ishikawa, he did not waste. Like that story Lao Tzu told , he thought as his body guard leaned over, touching his shoulder briefly to alert them that they were close to home. How do I know it??s good fortune or bad? Imasuke sat up, stretching. He was fit, quick. Could he take Green Eyes on in a fight? Probably not. He??d keep a tranq on him at all times, preferring not to use drugs until he had to. No use damaging whatever it was that Green Eyes had. Mismatched eyes settled on his ??guest?? as he fought the momentary sickness from being unable to focus on the passing scenery. ??You will call me ??Murakami?? or ??sir??, it is your choice.? He obviously enjoyed that word, choice, the irony in it, his voice betraying only the slightest coloring of amusement. Tanaka, or whatever his name was many of Imasuke??s body guards did not last that terribly long, and he felt this was partially due to Ishikawa was the first out when the limo rolled to a stop in a fairly affluent neighborhood. The houses here were small, but private, something Imasuke was unused to but relished in. ??Is there something I should call you??
Thread: If I Had Just Killed You in the First Place!

Russel's control was posed in the form of choices. Having control over something like staying still... Well that was a choice. So he could choose to do it or not. At the moment, he was quite still, in fact, probably the stillest that Imasuke had ever seen him. He knew that this man was already trying to work out just how he'd deal with Russel. If Russel kept boucing his personality and actions around, Imasuke wouldn't be able to pinpoint exactly how he was. The male was acting in strange ways, and Imasuke was no doubt picking that up. Either that, or he assumed that Russel was some hyperactive angry moron who had been stuck in this situation. If he had been such a moron, he wouldn't have been taught just all the things he knew. But most things he remembered were common sense. Practical tools. Intellectual ideas and thoughts were of nearly no use to him, as well as moral things that had been shoved down his throat. He knew how to reload a gun in under five seconds, and how to jump start a car without the use of another. Imasuke was the type, he was assuming, that had some kind of psychological aspect to him. He was probably analyzing Russel right now. Russel wasn't great at that type of thing, but he knew how other's went about it. He'd gone through too many psychiatrists to not know. Ha! Like I can say that fucking Jap name. Russel snickered, shaking his head. I guess it'll just have to be sir . The last word was slurred with a mocking tone. My name is Russel. If you were smart, you would have asked your boss. I'm sure he knew it.
Thread: If I Had Just Killed You in the First Place!

Imasuke ignored the insult, let it slip past him, noted, but not offended by. After all, he had the power, didn??t he? This was just as symptom. ??My older brother,? he said pleasantly as his bodyguard opened the door, ??might have known your order number. I don??t think he would have cared for you name.? The older man broke eye contact for just a moment, checking the muscle??s face. Ah, a subtle nod. No bugs that he could find, so hopefully Green Eyes would remain secret. Imasuke slid along the seat, unfolding himself outside of the sleek limo and simultaneously pulling on his jacket to hide the holster again. This neighborhood was rather suburban, and he had no desire to frighten outsiders. Pale, clever hands smoothed the lines of his jacket quickly, leaving the man just as presentable as he had been for the negotiation-trap. He didn??t even turn as TakataTanakawhoever helped Russel out of the limo. There were no gardens here, water being too expensive most of the time for anyone other than mob bosses, CEOs and politicians but weren??t they all the same? able to waste the money on a yard or too many flowers. There were a fair number of trees, old, pre-war things and a few new ones, that added to the general feeling of peace the place had. Now if only Imasuke wasn??t forced to bring his business home with him as it were. While Imasuke might not look back, he certainly listened. One did not forsake too much information for looks, after all. ??You??re lucky Kim didn??t get you,? he remarked as they walked up the short path to the door, again without turning back. ??You??re certainly much too old for his tastes, but he does like hosting rather ? well attended parties.? It was meant as a threat, that he??d let Kim borrow Russel for something like that. Not that he could. Imasuke might be a murdering sycophant, but he had limits. Children and rape were two of them. Russel just didn??t have to know about the morals. The main room was small without the feeling of being cramped and decorated tastefully with neutral colors and expensive furniture that looked like the sort one didn??t actually use, only took pictures of for adverts. Imasuke didn??t really his bedroom was the only lived-in room in the house, and he certainly didn??t leave the door open to that. He didn??t even hesitate as he slipped out of his shoes and up into the house. ??Are you hungry?? he asked politely, disinterested as the bodyguard headed out to the small yard in the back. Close by, but not obviously so.
Thread: If I Had Just Killed You in the First Place!

Russel never really understood the reason that they were so intent on calling each other by family names. They weren't even related. But perhaps it was some part of him that hated Imasuke, for even being able to call somebody that. Russel had no brothers or sisters. At least that he knew of. He hardly knew his father, and his mother... Well she was probably chosen out of thousands of women. He'd been the kind of child that was left unattended for precarious amounts of time, and it was a miracle that he'd even survived. Ah. Lovely place you have here... He remarded sarcastically as he stepped out of the limo. Surprisingly the male was quiet until they stepped up to the door, and that comment about Kim was stated. Oh no no no. I'm not even old- But he didn't want to continue his sentence. The statement made a grimace curl up on his face. Disgusting... He couldn't put anything past Imasuke until the other's actions and intentions were made clear. Russel didn't bother taking off his shoes. He had no reason to, and it certainly hadn't been taught to him by anybody. So he stepped through the house behind Imasuke, glancing around. He'd take careful note of everything. No. He replied, his green eyes creeping up the walls curiously. It probably would have been best if he did eat, but the stinging in his side was... SHIT! A growl left his lips as he raised his arms up, looking at the wound. Can you fucking fix this?
Thread: If I Had Just Killed You in the First Place!

He wasn??t expecting an answer. Japanese had a word for those sort of questions, the required parts of speech that helped social situations move along. Wasn??t ??lubrication??, but for all intents and purposes worked like it. Not that Imasuke had sex often, another downside to life in such a competitive atmosphere, but he certainly remembered lube. He had expected a snarky remark or none at all, not, hell, vulnerability. Imasuke turned on his heel instinctually, damning the part of him his grandfather had trained to respond to sounds of pain. Fuck. Kim hadn??t done a thing about Gree??Russel??s wounds. Damn fool. If Ishikawa wanted to sell him off for organs, infection would do no one good, and the damned fool Ishikawa was one as well would probably take it out of his hide. Imasuke rolled his eyes. ??Strip,? he commanded. ??I??ll go get supplies.? At least these skills his grandfather taught him weren??t being misused. And maybe things like helping the wound he created would even out his karma, awful as it must be by now. Not that he really believed that superstitious nonsense, he would tell himself, but it couldn??t harm, right? Imasuke returned, hands full of the obnoxiously pink plastic box that served as his first aid kit. It even had an overly stylized bunny on the front where the latch was. ??Sit down on the floor,? he said to a hopefully half nude Russel. ??I don??t want blood on my furniture.
Thread: If I Had Just Killed You in the First Place!

And Russel wasn't expecting any food, even if he had answered. Eh, maybe Imasuke might have been willing to give him some food, but Russel was not very hungry. Especially with his -fucking- side throbbing like it was! Honestly, what kind of idiots wouldn't have at least given him a quick look over. Russel felt that maybe he was just being used as a sort of pawn to keep Imasuke in place. At least it seemed like it. He hadn't been attended to or anything. In fact, Ishikawa and Kim seemed more intent on grinding Imasuke down. Russel almost felt bad for the bastard. Almost. Russel blinked, shaking his head. Strip? Haha! The male actually laughed out loud, a true laugh, not like the sarcastic ones that he'd let out before. Imasuke sounded so serious and commanding. He looked so... Well he wasn't extremely small. But Russel was pretty damn sure he could beat him in a fist fight. The male did as he was told, pulling off his shirt as Imasuke left the room. Russel had a nice chest. It wasn't extremely bulgy, but the outlines of his muscles were obvious on the skin. Otherwise it was rather flat, probably like Imasuke's. Again Russel truly laughed for the second time. It was the first aid kit with the bunny on it that did it. Ah... He nodded. The wound wasn't deep. He could have probably pulled the bullet out himself. But it had bled quite a bit. The male leaned over with a groan, lowering himself to the ground. Yes Sir. Again, the title didn't hold any respect to it, more mocking than anything.
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Imasuke would have been proud to hear the first guess. And pleased, too. He was being worn down, this was not the first time Ishikawa had taken a minor mistake and rubbed his ??younger brother????s nose in it. It would not be the last. The second observation, well, that wouldn??t be as pleasing. Russel might be able to take him in a fist fight assuming Imasuke didn??t get to a pressure point first, but his warden had the benefit of about one-hundred-eighty pounds of muscle outside. Green Eyes, if nothing else, was attractive. Imasuke took a moment to notice this, catalogue it, and put it away for a later time. Well, very few people would pay for an ugly baby, so he really shouldn??t have been surprised. A shame the two of them hated each other??s guts. With those exotic green eyes, nice frame, and sandy hair, so different than the usual men Imasuke saw, Russel might have been a good lay. Meh. Probably only interested in women as many men in this testosterone-filled business were He??d found that one out the hard way, hadn??t he?. Not that it mattered. Russel, he thought as he kneeled down behind the mocking prisoner, hated his guts, and Imasuke hadn??t got this far offering knives to his enemies and then showing them his back. Or backside, as the case may be. ??Superficial,? Imasuke said, placing a completely non-sexual hand next to bruised and angry skin. He tutted, pushing just the slightest to move Russel so he could see better. The man, for all his nasty behavior, was surprisingly gentle. ??They didn??t even remove the bullet. This will sting some, but stay as still as you can.? ??This?? was a pair of tweezers, rubbed with alcohol, that he used to dig out the bullet. ??You??re lucky. It didn??t shatter,? he said evenly as he worked, trying to keep Russel??s focus off what he was doing. ??Mm. Would have been even easier if you had died, but this will heal quickly.?
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Russel may have been himself and focused on choice, but one thing that was a problem of his was his tendency to judge people and situations. When you were around somebody so much, you began seeing their tendencies. He may have thought himself bad at analyzing people, but Russel wasn't puzzled with some of the strangest justifications of actions. He wasn't intent on beating Imasuke up anytime soon, simply because he knew that Imasuke wouldn't beat on him. The other seemed quite logical. Maybe even anally so. And oh. If he knew the way that Imasuke's mind was going, he would have actually been quite flattered, if not a little freaked out. He sat there patiently, not even bothering to fidget. His eyes noticed Imasuke's again, a dark color so different from his own. That thought quickly flicked away as his brain wandered off to his apartment. And then to his cell phone. And -then- to the many girls numbers that were in it. Russel was attractive, and people picked up on that. Males, females. When you went to the shittier part of town it was more than often the former. Not that Russel minded gays. Hell, he'd even woken up next to a man a few drunken nights. Even if he was masking his own tendencies, Russel really was rather careless. Moral issues like that didn't bother him. He wasn't worried about things like religion and all that bullshit. But then again he didn't put people with beliefs down. In fact, he respected them. It took commitment to believe something that you couldn't completely prove. Russel frowned and furrowed his brows when the other placed that hand on his stomach. It was gentle. Nhh... He seemed fine for the moment, but when the thing was finally pulled out of his side Russel growled. Fuck... He turned to glare at Imasuke. Yes, would have been easier for you if I had died, he spat, rolling his eyes. Too bad you have to deal with me. I plan on making your life a living hell.