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Post by KEIKO TAKAHASHI on Apr 4, 2013 10:31:46 GMT -8
When Kei stepped out of the dressing room, she had to admit that Kyo was right and that dressing up and being complimented was a nice feeling. However, Kei knew exactly what was attracting so much attention and it was not necessarily the dress. Once again, the lingering glances on her chest from both Damien and Kyoko did not go unnoticed but Kei brushed it off. It was a good thing that Kei has learned since long ago not to be too self conscious about her chest because otherwise she’d never survive in the world; especially not when she was wearing a dress as revealing as this one.
”Thank you, Kyo. You look great too.” Kei couldn’t help it, but she was definitely smiling now. She had never had a chance to do this before and it took all her willpower to remind herself that this was a job and not a party. Just because they got to dress up and look nice for a night did not mean that they did not still have responsibilities. They had to bring down the fighting rings as soon as possible or at least retrieve some incriminating evidence.
Kei had thought that the dress would be the end of all the glamour but then Damien called for a makeup artist and Kei found herself being whisked away again. Her half hearted attempts at rejecting any more expensive gifts fell upon deaf ears and even Kei herself did not believe that she really didn’t want them.
The makeup artists that came to help them were fantastic and were able to play up their features with minimal use of makeup. Kei did not wear makeup very often; there was no one down at the station to impress. However, she was able to get some tips from the makeup artist that worked with her. The tips for applying makeup might be useful one day.
With hair and makeup now completed, Kei waited with Kyoko until Damien was finished. Afterwards, it was off to the fighting ring. But before then, Kei needed some way of hiding a recorder on her persons if that was even possible.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2013 8:09:01 GMT -8
By the time they were back from their makeup touch up, Damien had slipped off his shirt leaving him half naked. Glancing over his shoulder towards them he smirked, “Feel like princesses yet?” This little endeavor was costly, but only the best of the best will do, anything less and they would be looked down upon. Its mostly why he covered up his tattoo's, made him look more professional even though that was a hard feat, after all most of his back was covered in tattoo, a row of flowers and leaves from the back of his neck before curling down on the left side of his body, stopping at his lower back above his ass.
Why only left? Because the right front side of his body had even more tattoo's. Black curves and lines on his right pec looking like a wing before moving to his arm and covering his arm in just random black lines, three thick lines curling back on his shoulder. The only thing that stand out from it all is the red kanji in a black circle high up on his bicep, it was written in ancient Chinese, something that today is all but extinct. So even another person from China would not know what it says on his arm. Heh and to think all these tattoo's were done the old fashion way and took YEARS to complete.
Andy threw a magenta shirt at him, “Put that on, no one wants to see those ugly things!” He said making Damien laugh and pull on the shirt. He wasn't insulted, Andy didn't like tattoo's OR scars and Damien had both, luckily most of his scars were on the front of his body. He had one on his back from a foolish mistake as a child but other then that nothing Kei or Kyoko could see.
Which was perfect, he didn't need them asking questions about them, he didn't have a back up story for ALL of them.
Catching the black jacket that was thrown at him he slipped it on before catching the white silk tie and slipping it on with the air of someone who's had years of practice doing it. Now, they were ready. “Thanks Andy.” He said stepping down from the pedestal, “I have my usual’s on here?”
“Yes, yes, I'll never understand your love of hidden pockets but they're all there.” Andy said with a wave of his hand which Damien grinned at, “Alright, thanks.” Heading over to Kyoko and Kei in his new suit, he stopped as something caught his eye, he shrugged before snagging two of them, “Hey girls!” He said before tossing them towards them. Its was two thigh bands, you know that brides usually wore, “Use those.” He said before turning to the till and a woman rang him through.
Heh, only, 500,000. Andy must have given him a discount. Either way he paid before they moved back to the car and headed out towards the fight club now.
“If you girls want to speak up about something, now's your chance.”
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Post by KYOKO SHIOMI on Apr 6, 2013 13:55:43 GMT -8
Dismayed as she was for the lack of weaponry (or rather, the lack of places to conceal weaponry), she left it alone. Whatever. Kyoko got to dress up and feel pretty, what more could she ask for right now? And she was spending her time all dressed up with Kei and Damien. They were only waiting on Damien now, who was shirtless and just as hot as she had last seen him without his shirt. Sure brought back some memories. But to be quite honest, she had never really looked at the tattoos. Maybe she should be suspicious - why did he have so many anyways? But they were... so detailed... and beautiful. She really should have paid more attention to them. She wanted to ask questions about them - where did he get them, what did they mean? But that was intrusive. So she just sat back and admired what she didn't before. Man she had missed out before. Well, she was making up for the time lost. Though, maybe she should be more discreet with the staring, it was quite blatantly obvious. She sighed as the shirt was put on, covering her view. Perhaps another time to appreciate. Kyo went back to lamenting over her weapons. No gun, no knife, and it'll be too hard conceal a sword in the first place. Well, it was really just for investigating, but she was self-conscious about it. Before she knew it she found something whizzing over in her direction. A... band? For her thigh? Oh god... well, hopefully it'll be alright with her rather short dress. "Kei, you got the recorder, right?" Gun... or knife...? Just as a precaution, since neither of them would probably wouldn't be too effective if things just went to hell. She just hoped that there would be other, more useful things at the scene. Otherwise she'd probably just leg it. "Oh... um." Already herded to the car and on their way, huh? "You have any weapons?"
i think you just uncovered a closely guarded fetish orz this still sucks
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Post by KEIKO TAKAHASHI on Apr 7, 2013 13:06:30 GMT -8
Keiko wanted to be angry. She wanted to be annoyed and upset at Damien and his stupid smirk when he asked how they felt. The problem was, she was happy, she did enjoy it, and, yes, she did feel like a princess. The pampering and the clothing really made her feel feminine for once since she was not in uniform and surrounded by mostly men who treated her more like a man than a woman. So instead, Kei resolved to be silent and not say anything that might give away her actual feelings on the whole matter.
While waiting for Damien to finish (Why did it take him longer than two girls to get ready? How that was possible, she would never understand.), the Japanese woman could not help but stare at the large and beautiful tattoos that covered Damien’s back. Kei never disregarded tattoos because they could easily be gang signs or help lead to identification of people. But from where she was standing, it seemed that the tattoos were only there for decoration. They did not look like yakuza tattoos nor did they have any symbolism that Kei could recognize. Still, something about Damien felt odd. Kei brushed off the feeling and pushed it to the back of her mind. She could suspect him all she wanted but in the end, he was the one helping them. She was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Kei caught the thigh band that Damien threw their way. Where and when he got his hands on such a thing was beyond her but she was not going to complain. ”Yeah, I have the recorder.” Once on the car, Kei tried discreetly as possible to slip the band up her leg and under her dress. She attached the recorder to the band and tuned back into the conversation.
With a heavy sigh, and her pride beaten until it had finally given up, Kei reluctantly said the few words that she hoped to avoid when it came to Damien. ”I- I need to thank you for helping us with this. And for paying for the dress and such.” Why was this so difficult?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 9:35:39 GMT -8
Damien had to blink a few times, “Weapons?” He echoed with a raised brow. Well now she wasn’t pulling any of her punches, then again Kyoko got his attention in the beginning because she was exactly that, plus it didn’t hurt that Kimiko was prancing around naked, eager to please in more ways than one. Reaching up he knocked on the glass that separated them from the driver. It rolled down as his eyes glanced through the mirror, “Yeah boss?”
“You got anything on you that’s small enough to hide on a thigh?” Damien inquired knowing the answer a head of time, they all had weapons upon them, even himself, but he couldn’t let them know, after all it would be highly suspicious. The driver’s eyes flashed towards the two girls before returning to Damien’s, and a few seconds later two pocket knives were pushed through the opening. “Ah thank you.” He said before grabbing the two and tossing the two over to them.
“It isn’t much but it’s better than nothing, and much more quieter than a gun.” He teased with a small smile on his lips, before Keiko…rather shocked him. Sure he expected Kyoko to thank him but Keiko? She seemed to love hating everything he was so it was completely unexpected. Damien blinked a few times, “It’s not that big of a deal…” He muttered rubbing the back of his neck, “You’re doing me a favor really, think of it as mutual gain with a gorgeous dress on the side.” The sooner they shut down that fighting club the easier it will be for him and his family to move in on new territory.
Leaning forward he intertwined his fingers and rested his chin on the back of them, “Anyway, we’re going to a place that’s probably a little different from what you’re used too, if you can, try to not stare at something for too long, what you see might seem expensive and gorgeous but for the people who go in there, it’s something that they’ve seen multiple times and isn’t all that great.” Straightening he leaned back in the seat, “If you want to explore in the place, I’m going to have to be with you for it.” Something he knew both of them were going to hate, “Guards are uptight in that place, anyone who is alone in blocked off areas aren’t treated with…kindness.”
Strange as it was he didn’t want to see them get hurt, which was strange since he didn’t know them all that well—except maybe Kyoko, he was going to have to fix that problem with Keiko though…
His attention was brought back as the vehicle rolled to a stop. His door opened a few seconds later and he stepped out before turning and holding his hands out for them, “Shall we ladies?”
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Post by KYOKO SHIOMI on Sept 1, 2013 21:46:33 GMT -8
Favorite part of this whole ordeal? Dresses. Dressing up, more like. She was quite happy that she would be able to do this, and with her partner too! Well, and Damien, although for some reason she couldn't fathom why he would be doing something such as this. For goodness sake's, it wasn't exactly what most would call the most moral place on earth. An underground fighting club. And Damien just happened to... be invited. Not suspicious at all. She probably should have thought a bit more about it, but she sort of got sidetracked. A lot. And pretty dresses. Perhaps she was more woman than she thought she was. At least she could fight and wield a gun, right? That had to count for something at least. Well, maybe he just got roped in somehow and this was the result. He was helping the two of them, so surely he meant good? Still, she couldn't help but keep the suspicion lurking in the back of her mind. She was a little absentminded at times, if her inner thoughts gave any indication. "Oh, thank you very much, Da- Mr. Kwan." Why did she say that? They were on a first name basis now but it only seemed right to call him formally. Maybe it was because Kei was there, next to her? But she couldn't possibly imagine why that was the case. "Sorry, uh, force of habit, I guess."Force of habit? She mentally slapped herself for the obviously horrible excuse. Maybe she should play the oblivious card, concerning her really stupid and probably not accurate suspicions. It wouldn't really work with Kei, who already knew all her tricks, but Damien didn't know a lot about her, not really, so she might just pull it off... She caught the knife that was tossed in her direction, putting in on the strap. Or... band. Whatever it was called. "So, what do you have to gain from us shutting the fighting club down?" She was just simply curious. That was all. Curious and suspicious. Probably some bullshit about doing it for the greater good. "Though, I assume you've been there before, with your description of it and guidelines." Guidelines in which she did not particularly like. She really did not like the fact that Damien had to be with them. Really hated it, actually. Although she had no place to argue, after all, this was all made possible through him, and Kyoko couldn't help but wonder if that was a good thing or a bad thing. But soon they were there. And she was excited - how could she not be? Maybe too excited because she was pretty much whispering words of excitement towards her partner, probably too spiritedly too. Things like "we're here, we're here!" and "I'm so excited" and "Aren't you excited? I am!" and pretty much everything on that spectrum. Although she wondered, why exactly was she feeling possessive over Kei all of a sudden? So she sort of ignored Damien in the process, though she was sure it wasn't his fault. Maybe it was just because they were here now. Probably it.
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Post by KEIKO TAKAHASHI on Sept 9, 2013 10:32:44 GMT -8
Ah, yes weapons. Of course they would need weapons when going to an underground fighting ring. It would be foolish to walk into such a dangerous place without any form of protection. Of course, there was one rather obvious problem with weapons: revealing, skin tight dresses provided little chance of concealing things. The knives that Damien had so graciously thrown to them (Who throws knives, honestly? The chances of hurting someone were astronomical) were small but sharp and were perfect for slipping into the thigh bands they were now wearing. However, having the recorder was already pushing it and had the possibility of being seen if Kei wasn't careful with how she maneuvered her legs. There were other places a woman could hide things but Kei really hoped that it would not come to that.
The shocked expression on Damien's face made Kei smile. Just a little bit. It was amusing to know that even someone as arrogant and self confident as he was could still be taken aback. After all, Keiko had only done what was right: showing gratitude for something that she could never repay no matter how she worked. She may not like him very much but it was the least she could do in this situation.
His next words made Kei suspicious as well. She was glad that Kyoko had picked up on it also and asked him how he was so intimately familiar with the location and why did it benefit him to have an illegal fighting ring closed? Obviously he had connections to that place but exactly what kind? It would probably prove beneficial for them to dig deeper into his history later on. Their focus at the moment was the fighting ring and therefore Kei would have to let this slide. For now.
The rest of the car ride was brief and very soon they had arrived at their target destination. For the last few moments of their ride, Kyo was excitedly whispering every other second about how great it was that they got to do this. Kei couldn't help but smile gently at her partner. It wasn't everyday they got to dress up so it was no wonder she was excited. Still, they couldn't forget that this was considered work though. They were here to gather evidence, not party.
Kei took a breath and allowed Damien to help her out of the vehicle. Normally, she would have gotten out herself but now that they were here, they were no longer police; they were Damien's dates. Knowing the company they were around to surround themselves with, Kei would have to sit there and look pretty so that they suspected nothing. Honestly though, did members of high society really have nothing better to do than watch people fight to the death? Kei had wondered what kinds of corrupted and high profile people she might see here.
"Well, lead the way."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2013 23:00:20 GMT -8
“What do I gain?” He echoed before humming, “Well you could say I gain one less annoying flea clinging to me.” He muttered that under his breath but it was true enough. “The rich have different guidelines for entertainment.” He told Kyoko as he slipped his arms around both hers and Keiko’s waist as he headed for the entrance, “For every market, a submarket grows.”
He slipped his arm off from around Kyoko briefly to knock on a rather dull looking door in a rhythmical pattern. There was a brief pause as he placed his arm back around her waist before it opened, “Hello Garret, guard duty tonight?” Damien started up casually, making the other man laugh, “Got the shortest straw this time around, ya here for a watch Damien?” The Chinese male shrugged his shoulders, “Well I do intend to show these two a good time.” He pulled them closer to himself, “Beauties like these need top quality.”
Garret looked them over and gave a low whistler and shook his head in amusement, “I’ll never understand how you manage to get gorgeous women like these.” He leered at Keiko’s chest briefly before stepping aside allowing Damien and his group to enter, “You know the rules, just no dislocating an arm like last time alright?”
Damien mentally cursed at that careless toss, he didn’t want these women, especially cops, to think that he could defend himself; he liked the idea of them assuming he was completely untrained and helpless if a situation should suddenly turn sour. “I have no clue what you mean.” He stated as innocently as he could, before guiding them down the hall and down a flight of stairs. “Try not to stare.” He whispered as they stepped into the main area.
It was for the lack of better word, gorgeous, the floor was like with marble slabs, a few decorative pillars lining the walls as a fountain, one with Greek style of statue was at near the center, behind that were two sets of stairs that curled around it and up to a door, a door leading to the ‘viewing’ room, and of course there were some to the left and right of them. There were a lot of people, all dressed in incredibly high end clothing holding flutes of champagne or other similar kinds of beverages.
Damien frowned, there were more people then he thought would be here. He tightened his grip on the two girls, “What do you need to record?” He whispered to them as he led them to mingle with the crowd.
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Post by KYOKO SHIOMI on Sept 16, 2013 4:16:28 GMT -8
In which sometimes, Kyoko wished she could speak business. Because she couldn't. Maybe she should really study up on it, because she could feel the words whooshing over her head. Maybe Kei could make something out of it, or something. The words were lost on her ears, although she did know that the meaning was probably obvious and maybe she was just too dense to realize it. But well, at least Damien didn't sugarcoat his real motives. Then again, he was already helping them, so as much as she wished she could question his real goals, she couldn't, not right now anyways. And she doubted she'd get another opportunity to do so, since by that time the moment would have probably passed. But now they were here, now was the time to focus, so she ceased talking to Kei, and started listening. And, well, with each word the other guy said, she found herself increasingly aversive to the guy at the door. But at least she sort of got an idea of things, as well as something quite, well, interesting things. However, once she spotted the guy (Garret, was it?) looking at Kei in that way she couldn't help but feel anger and strangely, the urge to pummel the guy into little bits, but all she could manage was a glare in his direction as she held herself back. But she just had amazing self restarint right now, didn't she? Sure, she really wanted to come back and beat the guy if given the chance, but she tried not to betray any of this at all. Maybe later. But what was interesting was that comment. Damien had been here, that much was obvious already, but had he fought? Because, well, it was a fight club of sorts, but she had never thought him the type. She must have thought wrong, or maybe he had gotten into some accident that led to a dislocated shoulder. Much as he tried to gloss it off, Kyoko couldn't help but let her mind stay on the topic, maybe the man was lying, but why would he do that? Of course, her train of thought was stopped and temporarily forgotten as, well shit, she could not just not stare, despite Damien's warning. "I'm not used to such grand displays of grandeur, so excuse me as I try not to stare at something so eyecatching." But despite the jab, there was at least some logic to not blatantly stare, so she tried to tone it down to appreciation. A lot of appreciation. But she looked at the people, and she understood immediately why the dresses were necessary. Expensive dresses. And she was really excited, but she needed to focus. She had dressed up already, and now was time for work. She always did have trouble with a little thing she called focus. "Evidence that this even exists. Preferably a fight. And, you know, just a name tying Fujimora here to it~" Easier said than done. She had more or less clung onto him and brought her mouth unnecessarily close to his ear just to whisper that. Just so to put on a show, and more importantly, not appear suspicious.
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Post by KEIKO TAKAHASHI on Sept 16, 2013 11:09:43 GMT -8
"And why is this 'annoying flea' clinging onto you, an upstanding citizen?" Keiko was so tempted to ask but held her tongue. Remember the goal, she reminded herself. She and Kyoko were about to enter a den of wolves. It was better to have Damien on their side, even if she did not completely trust him yet. How did the saying go again? 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend." Kei had never had this statement apply to her more than now. It was a mantra that she kept repeating to herself. Even more so when Damien placed his arm around her waist, Kei forced herself to relax or at the very least look like she was relaxed. She was a professional. She had gone undercover before. This time would be no different.
Security did not appear to be very tight until Damien knocked on the door and was greeted by some burly security guard. The fact that Damien was familiar with the security guard said a lot. As did the man's (Garrett's) casual chatter about how last time Damien had twisted someone's arm. And once again, Kei was forced to file away any information regarding him away for later. She was not so foolish that she would just let everything regarding Damien slip by. She was allowing everything that might incriminate him pass tonight but she never knew when she was going to need it.
Kei resisted the urge to roll her eyes and scowl at the guard in disgust. Garrett's appreciative whistle and leer in regards to her chest did nothing but made her feel dirty. She may not be as physically capable as Kei was but she could still fight if need be. It wouldn't be difficult to get him into her range and take him down. Instead, she smiled and batted her eyes like the stupid bimbo she was supposed to be and hugged Damien closer to her. If Damien was powerful enough in these circles to garner this sort of respect, she was damn well going to use it. Her subtle action should have been more than enough to let anyone around them know that she was his. (For today at least.) They would not touch her unless they were willing to face him and she really hoped that she was right about how much influence he could potentially have.
Once inside, Kei allowed Kyoko to do the talking. She trusted Kyoko to get the point across. Both of them pulling on his ears at once was not very productive. Instead, she took her time to survey the area as discreetly as possible. The sooner she could find someone linking Fujimora to this situation, the better. "So when does the fight start?" Kei asked sweetly in Japanese.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2013 16:57:57 GMT -8
"Evidence that this even exists. Preferably a fight. And, you know, just a name tying Fujimora here to it~" “Oh good I thought you were asking for something impossible.” He muttered in good humor. It was going to be hard to get evidence, the problem being that this was a ‘rich’ circuit, this was entertainment to the people with too much money and time wanting to see ones ‘below’ them fighting. The attitude of those that could have anything at the tip of their fingers, it was scary.
And people thought Mafia’s were bad.
Hearing Keiko sweetly ask-In Japanese too, wow, hello gorgeous- he turned his head towards her and couldn’t resist tightening his hold on her waist. He had this…thing about people speaking in different languages, it was a kink if nothing else, “Shouldn’t be too much longer hopefully.” He replied back, in Japanese and had to give Keiko props, speaking Fujimora’s native tongue was more likely to get his attention on them. Damien pulled them closer, it would be a lie if he wasn’t liking the feel of both of them pressed against him. He just hoped he could experience this again, but with less clothing…
“Ah! Mr.Damien! How nice of you to come!” An excited voice said to their right in Japanese. Damien had to suppress a smirk, bait has been taken, “Mr.Fujimora, how nice to see you.” He replied in kind, offering a polite bow of his head, “Things have been well I take it?” the older male inquired. Fujimora looked like your standard salary Japanese man, black suit with short black hair, prime, proper, handsome, but not all so innocent.
Not like Damien could judge him.
“Forgive my rudeness but who are your friends?” He looked both girls over, his eyes lingering on Kyoko’s thighs and Keiko’s breasts.
Damien was actually surprised by the amount of anger that built up inside him from the act that his hands moved with him thinking; his hand on Keiko slid up, letting his finger brush against the underside of her breast. His other one slid down on Kyoko to lightly rest on her thigh, the message was clear; they were his.
“My dates for the evening.” Damien replied a small strained smile on his face, “You wouldn’t be thinking of taking one…would you Mr. Fujimora?” Even though the smile remained on his face, his eyes were narrowed into a crimson glare.
Fujimora immediately backtracked, “Oh no! They are just beauties and one of them is Japanese as well from what I heard, I just wanted to talk to them, no taking one in mind!” He said quickly pulling at the collar of his suit. The glare faded and the lazy smile was placed on Damien’s lips once more, “I believe they wanted to talk to you as well. They are very eager for the fights but have never been to something like this before.” He glanced over both of them, “Ask him anything you want ladies.”
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Post by KYOKO SHIOMI on Oct 9, 2013 23:33:03 GMT -8
If Kyoko was discreet, the world was falling apart. She was anything but that, and honestly, it showed. Okay, perhaps there were certain things she could manage to keep under wraps, like being too obviously righteous that set off a red flag (it was much harder than it looked sometimes not to think about it). It was especially important that she pretend to be dumb and become Damien's arm candy tonight. Even if she didn't particularly like degrading herself to that position. Although, she didn't particularly mind it as much as she thought she would. Looking pretty was all it was, and if anything, Kyo loved looking pretty. Maybe a bit too much sometimes. After all, this whole debacle was sort of due to her selfish want to dress up - which wasn't really needed, to be honest. She heard Japanese somewhere to the side, and curiously she looked right at the man she was supposed to be incriminating. And she decided, well, he looked very boring. He didn't look bad, per say, but he looked boring. Perhaps once upon a time he'd have looked handsome, but not to her. She much preferred Damien. And even better, Keiko, but mostly for comfort. After all, hadn't they known each other for the good of... say, five years? Six? Maybe more? Much longer than a lot of people, she was sure. Maybe that's why she was so... moody about how sexualized people were making her partner. Because if there was anything, Keiko deserved much more than her boobs (although those were nice too), she was a great person, and she'll be damned if anyone thought otherwise. So maybe that's why the possessive feeling she had been having lately over Keiko flared up ever so often, especially when that jerk looked over at her - very lecherously, if she might add. Kyo still tried holding a smile, after all, it wouldn't do to make an enemy of him too fast. But she could feel the anger near boiling inside her. If someone else did that again, she swore she'd cut them. Trying to swallow these uncalled for emotions that were hindering her from her job, Kyoko let Damien rest his hand on her. Now was not the best time to tell him to put it back at a more... safe place. She tried to laugh a bit to make herself feel a bit better, at the small jab. She even added a comment (in Japanese, since it seemed to be the common language here) - "I wouldn't mind being your date, although Damien brought me so I guess I'd have to stick with him~" Her tone was light, airy, cheerful, although she really, honestly did not feel it one bit. She didn't feel like being any semblance of this guy's date, either. It was an attempt to gain favor with the target, but dear god, it was probably better to leave it to Keiko. She was an airhead and she was going to stay that way. Although she found herself at a loss for words - mostly due to the fact that she was increasingly annoyed at this man. "I hope you don't mind me asking, since this is kind of a stupid question, but what exactly is this fight club?" Act dumb, act dumb beyond belief, be cheerful and light and absentminded. Though at this point, she was pretty sure she was hurting Damien with just how tight she was squeezing his arm with her clinging. Just trying to get the anger out in some other way besides words. Harshly.
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Post by KEIKO TAKAHASHI on Oct 10, 2013 17:52:10 GMT -8
The only reason Kei had switched to speaking in Japanese was to see who would notice and who wouldn't. They were in a company of Asians and she wanted to see who in their immediate vicinity would be able to understand them. Speaking another language in the midst of white people worked really well but speaking Japanese in the middle of Japanese speakers was defeating the purpose of secrecy. Luring Fujimora was not her intention but it was a welcome bonus nontheless.
And like the typical male, the first thing that he decided to do on approaching them was to ogle them - as if Kei didn't get enough shit already when her overly large chest was covered. It was even worse with this dress that left little to the imagination. Kei could feel anger surge through her when his glance left her chest and moved onto Kyoko's thighs. Looking at her chest was one thing, sexualizing Kyoko was another. Granted, Kyoko was old enough to have sex and all (if earlier that day was any indication) but Kei was still as protective as ever over her partner.
Play the bimbo, play the bimbo, PLAY THE BIG CHESTED BIMBO
Kei forced herself to smile shyly (at least she hoped that she looked shy) under his gaze. She almost felt a sense of relief when Damien moved his hand up to the bottom of her chest. It was reminscient of when she pressed against him earlier; a farce to show that they were Damien's and not to be touched. She never thought there would come a day where she would be happy to be groped. Shit happens, she supposed.
As Fujimora looked at them expectantly for their questions. Perhaps being so scantily dressed had it's merits. Men were such simple, hormonal creatures. "I'm really excited to see this. I've never been to one before. Did you arrange everything yourself?" Kei could feel the recorder still strapped to the inside of her thigh. With the right questions, this guy would give everything up himself.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2013 9:59:54 GMT -8
Damien never had the strongest urge to hit someone before in his life, and for once he wasn’t talking about Fujimora. Kyoko’s careless words at being ‘stuck’ with Damien implied many things, especially around this circuit. Shall we do a breakdown?
Saying ‘I wouldn’t mind being your date’ basically implied that any company was better than the one she was currently in. Also could be a subtle excuse for Fujimora to run into Kyoko later without Damien by her side, which since he agreed to a small fight match, would happen and with the small ‘but’ she added even further implied for Fujimora to seek her out . Even her saying that he brought her here so she MUST stay by his side implied that he either paid her for her company this evening or that Damien was not all that interesting and she was only here because she wanted to find someone else.
In short, she was saying any company would be better than his, basically saying that he, Damien, was a poor excuse for a man that couldn’t treat a woman right.
And with the way Fujimora’s eyes lit up in lust and humor made the urge to punch him even stronger. Instead Damien clenched his teeth and smiled, trying to not let Kyoko’s comment bug him. By the gods he might as well as pass her off for a whore at this rate, but he figured neither female would appreciate it. Still, Kyoko basically publicly humiliated him; he couldn’t just let that go.
Was Kyoko his favorite of the girls? Well his favoritism just shifted towards Keiko at this point.
Fujimora laughed at their questions, “Damien what is this? Did you not tell the gorgeous woman what a fight club was?” And he basically implied that Damien was inept in handling information AND women.
Oh how lovely.
When Keiko asked her question Damien just wanted to kiss her. Yup Keiko was the favorite tonight. Mostly out of the relief of her question, saying that she’s never been to one and was fascinated to learn more, he leaned over and kissed her neck softly, for right now she was the most gorgeous woman in the room.
Fujimora laughed again, “Well, my dears, a fight club is basically self explanatory, you will see a match begin shortly.” He told Kyoko before turning towards Keiko, “And I would love to claim credit for arranging this, however this is only the result of my family. The…combatants however I did arrange.” He said making Damien raise a brow at him, sheesh only say it louder to imply you were a part of the Yakuza. It was an obvious implication in hopes of impressing Keiko that he was with the most famous organized crime in Japan.
Obviously it was to steal her away as well since Fujimora basically believed that he had successfully taken Kyoko from him, he was going to try and take Keiko next. Succeeding would say that Fujimora was a better man then Damien and that just rubbed him seven kinds of wrong.
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Post by KYOKO SHIOMI on Oct 20, 2013 23:38:09 GMT -8
It may not have been Kyoko's intention to piss off Damien, but if she had noticed she might've been quite pleased with herself. After all, it would have been payback for earlier, publicly humiliating him. Although, of course, it wasn't like she revealed his sex life to someone he was close to and probably didn't want anyone to know - although maybe she was sort of asking for it with that question. Honestly, she liked Kimiko, and she was genuinely curious about her well being. No, no, she'd make it a habit to push Damien's buttons. Because that would probably be really entertaining for her. Still, she couldn't help but feel a little bit defensive over Damien when the common enemy seemed to be slyly insulting him due to her own words. "No, no, it's not that at all! Haha, I just forgot, I haven't got the best memory in the world." If she had paused and heard how stupid she sounded right now, she'd probably have hit herself in the head a few times, just to check if she was okay and all the right parts were in their place inside her head. She sounded so stupid right now. Giggles and stupidity and, oh dear god, she sounded like she was high off of candy, or some sort. At least it gave across that impression to Fujimora, that was a plus - maybe she would gain favor with him? Obviously she was alienating Damien already. Who seemed more than displeased that she literally let go of his arm altogether. She honestly tried to ignore Damien and Keiko because for some reason she felt jealous. She didn't know if it was over Damien or Keiko - perhaps a bit of both. Something in her whined that 'she was mine first' and also 'he was mine first', and all she could do was channel her energies towards Fujimora. Which was probably what she was supposed to be doing anyways. "Thanks for telling me! I feel so so so much more enlightened!" Insert giggle. Stupid, air-headed valley girl giggle. Maybe she was overdoing it? Oh well. This was good material. Really good material. This was almost too easy, and Kyoko couldn't help but wonder if this was some big elaborate set up and she was just walking right into it. What if Damien... no, not possible, she didn't allow herself to think about that. He couldn't, after all, no way she could have slept with... Fujimora was incriminating himself more and more. And then he turned onto Keiko and Kyoko couldn't help feeling doubly bad. No, no he was supposed to be paying attention to her, not her partner. Mostly due to the fact that she did not want Keiko to associate herself with him - even though it was her job, Kyoko much rather she spent this time with Damien and only Damien, despite her displeasure about that too. "Misterrr~" At this point Kyoko had completely abandoned Damien's arm (she kind of missed it though) and playfully nudged Fujimora's shoulder - an 'innocent' touch that wasn't really so innocent. "Please tell me more, sweetie~" It felt so out of place, to use a term of endearment on someone she didn't find endearing at all, especially in her native language, but this was just like acting. It was all acting, and that made her feel a little bit better.
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Post by KEIKO TAKAHASHI on Oct 26, 2013 11:23:49 GMT -8
While Kei did admit that dressing up made her feel wonderful, Fujimora was really beginning to give her the creeps. The way he looked at them made her angry and she had to suppress her desire to shudder at his unwanted attention.
Kei hadn't noticed Kyoko's slip of words until Fujimora turned his full attention onto her partner for that brief moment. Kei had grown up in the United States. She rarely went back to Japan to visit family and when she did, her older relatives would always speak in coded language. They would say one thing but imply another. She had failed to notice that she was in a similar situation. Except instead of being in the presence of heartwarming relatives, she was in the presence of very powerful people that could completely destroy them if they made any wrong moves. This was not good. Kei quickly thought back to Kyoko's words and tried to decipher exactly what she had implied. Oh... This was very, very bad.
Clearly, everyone else seemed to have picked up on it too. Kei stiffened a bit when Damien kissed her neck. She could feel her face burn from embarrassment and anger. She had not been expecting that at all nor was it welcomed. Kei quickly relaxed her posture and hid her face into Damien's neck. "Not now, Damien. You know I get embarrassed when you do this," she said shyly but just loud enough so that Fujimora would hear in an attempt to play off her brief slip up. Maybe if she was lucky Fujimora hadn't noticed. In the off chance that he did though, she would much rather stay on Damien's team tonight, thank you very much. She was Damien's and will never go to Fujimora. She also hoped that Damien had gotten her message. Do not do that again. Or warn me at the very least. Are you trying to blow my cover?
Right now though, Kyoko was the biggest cause of concern. Kei slowly lifted her head from Damien's neck and watched Kyoko passively. Kei knew that Kyoko was trying to draw attention to her, she just wished that her partner wasn't doing it in such a manner. Giving Fujimora hope was one thing. Letting go of Damien's arm was a whole different ball game. Kei wanted to grab Kyoko and drag her out of here right now. She was worried for her partner and her advances were not helping at all.
"Fujimora-san," Kei cut in. They needed to get back on track. She smiled sweetly. "You and your family arranged all of this? That certainly is amazing. You must do incredible things to have been able to arrange everything so spectacularly."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2013 23:13:10 GMT -8
“Gods above help me from not starting a brutal slaughter in this place.” He muttered to himself in Mandarin. He was trying to play the nice guy, he really was, but Kyoko was making this waaaay too hard. Pulling away from Keiko’s neck, he looked towards Kyoko and Fujimora blankly, before sighing, guess he had no choice, “I’ll have to apologize for her behavior Fujimora.” He started, “I was told she was a highly prized companion, I wasn’t aware on how prized she was.” He prayed neither women understood he basically called Kyoko a whore.
An expensive whore that was basically pleading and looking for a high tip.
Fujimora’s eyes flashed briefly with disappointment but his smile didn’t fade, “No need to apologize Damien, I imagine she is more than often not she is like this to all.”
Oh god he did not just imply she was loose woman. Damien was fucking dead once this mission was done, which was disappointing cause he wouldn’t have minded a threesome, after all Keiko’s chest was begging to be worshipped…
Oh well perhaps another time.
Fujimora focused his attention more on Keiko, “Oh yes, this is just one of the many of entertainments that I have brought to America…and I have been praised for my organization skills.” But not for his ability to keeps his mouth shut it appeared, “How about I show the ladies my office?” Oh now he was being a fucking asshole.
That was the most blatant pick up for having sex in his office that Damien has EVER heard. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, he had the same amount of tact as a brick to the face too, “I’m sure the women would love that Fujmora.” He replied in English, easily throwing his arm back around Kyoko once more. Fujimora’s eyes lit up, “Just this way then ladies.” He said with a small bow and gesturing to the door to the left of the room.
Damien followed after him and was basically counting the moments when they entered the office and the door closed behind them. His arms came off from around both of them before wrapping an arm around his neck and squeezing. There was a brief struggle before the lack of blood rushing to his head kicked in and Damien quickly loosened his grip, he was unconscious but thankfully not dead.
Lowering the body to the ground he looked over to the girls, “Go look and quickly.” He was ready to get out of here already.
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Post by KYOKO SHIOMI on Nov 12, 2013 23:59:25 GMT -8
Aand... Damien got the last laugh, as he always did. She wasn't even humiliated or embarrassed at this point, just annoyed. What was even being subtle, anymore? She just continued to be ever the oblivious and smiling and shooting venomous glares at Damien when she thought no one was looking. All of the words sailed right past her head, because they weren't important right now. She nodded, smiled, went along with everything because it looked like things were going along. Although she couldn't help but think this man was a little stupid, even for agreeing that she was pretty much just a whore (for all intents and purposes she was fairly alright with this persona of choice). Inviting them to his office, just like that? Well, Kyoko could imagine just what was going through his mind, but if Damien thought it was a good idea, then the oh-so mighty and great all-knowing man of the hour had to be right. Perhaps she was a smidgen more annoyed than she let on. But within her mind she could be sarcastic and snarky as she possibly could towards him. She was a little startled when Damien 'reclaimed' for (to her, he had no right), but there was little she could about it without arousing suspicion. They went into the office and... And it seemed Damien had taken care of that situation. Although she really hadn't been expecting it (what had she even been expecting in the first place), she was at least a little glad that was over with, for the most part. And it seemed they hit the jackpot, seeing as they were in Fujimora's office at the moment. But that suspicion over Damien was coming back a bit now, but she pushed it to the back of her head. "I really hate your ass, you know?" Even if it was a fine piece of ass. Kyoko's rage pretty much took over then, much as she had suppressed it. Even though she knew full well Damien would probably block it, even though she knew she was probably not going to have the satisfaction of giving his pretty face a bloody nose, she still swung first in the general direction of his face. Any sort of impact would make her happy at this point. Keiko was probably the level-headed one right now, because if she was anything, she was not thinking straight at all. It was probably not a good idea to resort to violence either, as angry and frustrated as she was. "S-sorry." She didn't really have a right to punch him except for the fact that he was being a complete asshole (although usually that was right enough in her books), but this was a special particular case where she was supposed to not hurt the ally. "You still deserved it, you jackass."
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Post by KEIKO TAKAHASHI on Nov 22, 2013 20:05:34 GMT -8
This mission was supposed to be a simple one (in theory anyway). They were supposed to infiltrate the compound, mingle and collect information nailing Fujimora in regards to the underground fighting ring, get out, and prosecute him. The dressing up was supposed to be a nice bonus in addition to successfully advancing their career by taking down a large portion of the yakuza. But no. Now Kyoko and Damien seemed to be having a (tense) moment and they were no closer to their original objective. The only thing they were closer to was Fujimora's bed and it was an invitation that Kei would reject with every fiber of her being.
Wait. What did Damien just say? And did Fujimora really reply in that fashion?!
It had almost gone over her head but Kei had repeated the words in her mind a few times because it had made little sense when she first heard it. Kei hoped that she had heard that incorrectly because she did not appreciate what they were insinuating in any way. Her partner was not a prostitute. Dressing up in overly expensive and overly revealing clothes did not automatically make a woman a whore. She knew that she had a reason not to like Damien.
Her smile fell a bit not that anyone seemed to notice. Fujimora invited them to his office in what Keiko had to say was with the least amount of tact she had seen on a long time. If you were going to be that obvious, it would have been easier just to be blunt and say it outright. And was he really that stupid in allowing Damien to escort them or did he swing both ways and wanted an orgy? No, on second thought, she didn't need to know.
Once in the office, Kei could only raise her eyebrows at Damien's quick movements. How did he know how to do that? Better yet, why did he know how to do that? Yet another thing filed away to question him about later when they were out of this volatile situation.
Kei placed a hand on Kyoko's shoulder as a gesture to both calm the poor girl down and reassure her. She did nothing to stop her partner from aiming a well deserved punch at Damien's face. "Quite the ladies' man, aren't you?" Kei deadpanned to no one specific as she walked past Fujimora's unconscious (she could see him breathing) body to rifle through his files.
"Are you sure that knocking him out was such a good idea?" Wow, it almost sounded like she cared.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2013 21:22:30 GMT -8
It was only by reflex that Damien was able to brace himself properly so he wasn’t sprawled out on the floor, his hands twitched violently, wanting to retaliate like he was trained to respond too. He forced himself not too, he wasn’t meant to know training, he was a rich playboy that got all his money from daddy, he basically chanted that to himself as he turned his head letting his tongue to sweep over his cheek for damage.
“Perhaps if someone wasn’t acting like a mewling quim I wouldn’t have had to resort to referring you to a high classed escort.” He said back, his thumb brushing away the line of blood that leaked down from the side of his mouth. He jerked his head towards Kyoko’s partner with a raised brow. Knocking him out a good idea? Hell no, if it was Damien’s choice he would’ve simply killed the bastard with a snap of his neck, but he was with two cops, he couldn’t very well go with his old methods. “And maybe I would not have to resort to it if I wasn’t so frustrated right now.”
There was a reason he was called the Fang of the Dragon in his family and to his enemies. He pushed ran a hand over his face, pushing up the bang and pulling it back, fucking damn it. He reached inside his jacket suit for the inside pocket and pulling out a few items. With his back turned to the girls he began slipping off his suit jacket as he reached behind himself and pulled the ribbon that was holding it back letting his hair go. “You find anything?” He asked absently as he began unbuttoning his shirt, letting that slip to the floor as well.
He opened the small jar of pomade he carried on his being before collecting some on his fingers and running them through his hair, revealing the other side of his face and the black ink tattoo that was on the skin of his face that was otherwise hidden. It was a messy style but it was not his trademark style, and while the scar on his face an easy identifier for him, it was usually over look from the his whole face being revealed.
He pulled his long hair up higher on his head as he placed the red oriental stick in his mouth, as he tied his hair with the ribbon before placing the red and gold ornament before locking it into place. Moving over to Fujimora’s body, he took off his jacket, a lower quality then his custom made one, but it was need. He slipped it on and buttoned it up. With no tie or shirt it just revealed his bare chest.
He looked like a different person for those that didn’t pay attention, but it was needed. He reached inside the jacket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses, absently rolling his shoulders to get use to the feel of the fabric against his skin as he slipped the glasses on and pushed it up the bridge of his nose, “You good?”
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