Post by Kitai Yoru on Sept 23, 2019 21:29:30 GMT -5
Kitai... was in an annoying situation. He was currently sitting on the top of a building in the shopping center of Karakura. This specific building was one that he himself owned, aptly named as 'The Kitai Shop. It was a small little store, that was connected to several others in a long row of various stores. It had a simple white coat of paint, and didn't do much to stand out from the others, with the exception of a neon sign spelling his name in place of normal letters. An open sign sat on in his store window, but no one really stopped in. People were too busy, with no time to take a gander at his little run of the mill building.
The Saika sighed, as he watched the number of people roaming the streets begin to dwindle. It was getting close to that time of night, and all the places around the block were winding down. This was the fourth day in a row of no foot traffic, and it was really starting to get to him. Sure, his wares weren't exactly what most people were going to casually buy, but he'd been at least expecting something out here. There hasn't even been any wackos trying to shut him down! He sighed again, head in his hands. At this point, he'd probably get unlucky enough to be dragged back to... that place, before he made even a single sale.
It wasn't that his store was ugly or anything. The inside of his shop was immaculate, if he did say so himself. Each wall was a clean and bright shade of gunmetal grey. He had eight different glass countertops, each filled with his various wares and commodities. Sure, there was a glass barrier over the tops of the counters preventing people from getting over them, but that was standard for a store like his. After all, it was foolish for an arms dealer to be unprotected in his own store. Still, he made sure the glass was crystal clear! That had to count for something, didn't it?
The lunatic sighed once more, and decided to call it a day, making his way back inside. He'd taken only a few steps through the rooftop door, before he heard the entrance jingle go off. A large smile spread across his face at the sound. He nearly flew down the steps, hoping to possibly make a sale, or at the very least get the word of mouth going about his business. When he reached the front counter however, he was greeted with the sight of a nervous teenager, looking out the window, trying and failing to lock his front door. "Hello! Welcome to the Kitai shop!" He said in his most polite tone of voice, sounding much too eager in his greeting.
The young lady leapt nearly a foot off the ground, spinning in place to look at the Saika. She was quite the pretty young woman, around her late teens, early twenties. She was dressed in a pink kimono, that was torn in various places. If he had to guess, the tears were from grabbing, if the bunched up areas of fabric were anything to go by. Her hair was dark pink as well, with a little too much makeup, which was currently running down her face. She wasn't wearing any shoes, and had several scrapes on her toes, probably from running on the concrete when she wasn't used to running.
She was also shaking like a leaf on a sakura tree, and was as pale as a sheet of paper. She relaxed for a split second after realizing he was someone else, before rushing over to him. "Please! You have to hide me!" She begged him, still looking back through the front bay windows in fear. Kitai was still looking at the young woman with a slightly strained smile on his face. He was almost tempted to turn her away, but a thought quickly passed through his mind. "Sure! That'll be fifty ryo!" His grin didn't once waver. Kitai was a great many things, but he certainly wasn't someone who did charity work. She stared at him with her mouth gaping, visibly stunned. Clearly that hadn't been the response she had been expecting from the tall man.
"What!?" She practically screeched at the albino. He merely chuckled at her outraged expression. "Hey look, strange men looking for someone. I wonder who it is they're looking for?" He said, as he pointed to the front of the store. She recoiled, head spinning so fast, he almost thought he heard her neck snap. Without saying another word, she reached into her pocket, and shoved a fist full of money into a money deposit slot. He chuckled some more, before giving her access to his backrooms, which she quickly fled into.
Seeing the movement inside, the men outside made their way into his humble store. These men were dressed in a very flashy manner. Four men, each wearing three piece suits barged through the door. The first, and someone who was trying hard to look like the leader, was wearing a gold jacket and pants combo, with a red dress shirt, with black buttons and shoes. He looked very fancy, and dare he say, stylish? He was bald, with sunglasses at night, making quite the statement. A gold wrist watch on his right wrist, and hints of a large sleeve tattoo from his left, gave Kitai more than enough information to guess who he was dealing with.
The other men were dressed similarly to their boss, with obvious color variations. The three cronies wore a more traditional black overcoat and pants, with a blue dress shirt, with emerald green buttons. Wait, this was japan, so they might be jade? Something fancy, that was for sure. Each of them were bald as well, but with much more visible tattoos coming up their neckline, with one guy having a tiger on his face. Unlike their inkwork, they didn't look all that important. Which was sad, given how tough they were trying to appear.
They strode around with a bravado that most men lacked, walking around as if they owned the joint. Oh how fun it would be to tear them down a peg. They had their chests puffed out, shoulders squared, and clearly looking to give someone a bad time. And all with Kitai counting the money made from his first sale in a week. "Evening gentlemen! Lovely night out, isn't it?" He asked, not paying them more than a glancing stare. He was much more interested in eyeballing his semi-ill gotten money. Still, they approached his counter all the same.
A man in all gold slammed his fist against the glass barrier that the Lunatic was currently sat behind. "Where is she?" He asked, clearly not in the mood for any of the games that Kitai was eager to play. The store owner just gave him a cheeky smile. "That'll cost you three hundred ryo." He told him, seemingly betraying the girl in the back. The man glared, before looking at the glass divider. Given that this was a weapons shop, the gold man could tell that it was bulletproof. He snarled, before pulling out the money and gave it to him, just as the girl had.
It was quickly picked up, before the Lunatic answered him. "She's in the back." Kitai got up to open the door to behind the counter. The man smiled, before he and his associates started making their way past the Lunatic. The man stopped, however, as he felt something metallic press into his gut. "But unfortunately for you, I'm out of available rooms in my store. You'll have to try again tomorrow." The Yakuza looked down, only to see the barrel of a shotgun was now being pressed against his sternum. One that Kitai was currently holding.
The other three behind their leader quickly respond to the display of force in kind, pulling out their own firearms. They aimed at the grinning Saika as best they could, but it was hard to do with the cold covered man in the way. "Now, I've decided that my store is closed. I'll have to ask you to leave. Either on your own, or with some... help." He told them in a slightly sinister tone. There was a pregnant silence, as the tension in the air grew rapidly. He could see the Japanese mafioso begin to sweat, but given what was currently pressing against his stomach, he could be forgiven for doing so.
Still, he had quite the pair on him for staying this cool headed given the situation. The man held up his hand, a sign for his possy to stand down. They put away their guns, but looked more than ready to pull them back out at a moments notice. They were better than the Russian mafia, that was for sure. The golden boy, however, had the stones, to look him in the eye. "We can forget this ever happened, if you just give us the girl." He said without an hint of fear in his voice. A commendable feat, if he did say so himself. "I don't know how you've stayed out of our attention for so long, but an insult against the Golden Tigers isn't something we're going to overlook."
The bravery on the man was astounding. Just what did they do to these guys to make them so tough? Kitai would love to know. Still, for all his bravado, the Saika was unphased by his threat. "I just moved into the neighborhood. And what rude neighbors you've all been. Not even a welcoming present for little old me?" He teased, grabbing the man's nose between two fingers, before shaking it side to side. The man looked ready to kill him. "But as for your little gang? Come and kill me. I'm ready to die any day that you want to try." Kitai told him, his face an inch away, before backing away and slamming the glass door in his face.
Said face was a bright red, clearly unhappy with his customer service. They left without a word, glaring at him through his windows. They would likely be returning with more people, and it would probably be seen. He would be lucky to get an hour though, so he didn't have much time. "Whelp, time to see what my favorite customer is up to." He said to himself, hitting a button next to his register, locking the front doors, and dropping metal chains to further block the doors. He headed back into the building to find the pink haired girl.
The Saika sighed, as he watched the number of people roaming the streets begin to dwindle. It was getting close to that time of night, and all the places around the block were winding down. This was the fourth day in a row of no foot traffic, and it was really starting to get to him. Sure, his wares weren't exactly what most people were going to casually buy, but he'd been at least expecting something out here. There hasn't even been any wackos trying to shut him down! He sighed again, head in his hands. At this point, he'd probably get unlucky enough to be dragged back to... that place, before he made even a single sale.
It wasn't that his store was ugly or anything. The inside of his shop was immaculate, if he did say so himself. Each wall was a clean and bright shade of gunmetal grey. He had eight different glass countertops, each filled with his various wares and commodities. Sure, there was a glass barrier over the tops of the counters preventing people from getting over them, but that was standard for a store like his. After all, it was foolish for an arms dealer to be unprotected in his own store. Still, he made sure the glass was crystal clear! That had to count for something, didn't it?
The lunatic sighed once more, and decided to call it a day, making his way back inside. He'd taken only a few steps through the rooftop door, before he heard the entrance jingle go off. A large smile spread across his face at the sound. He nearly flew down the steps, hoping to possibly make a sale, or at the very least get the word of mouth going about his business. When he reached the front counter however, he was greeted with the sight of a nervous teenager, looking out the window, trying and failing to lock his front door. "Hello! Welcome to the Kitai shop!" He said in his most polite tone of voice, sounding much too eager in his greeting.
The young lady leapt nearly a foot off the ground, spinning in place to look at the Saika. She was quite the pretty young woman, around her late teens, early twenties. She was dressed in a pink kimono, that was torn in various places. If he had to guess, the tears were from grabbing, if the bunched up areas of fabric were anything to go by. Her hair was dark pink as well, with a little too much makeup, which was currently running down her face. She wasn't wearing any shoes, and had several scrapes on her toes, probably from running on the concrete when she wasn't used to running.
She was also shaking like a leaf on a sakura tree, and was as pale as a sheet of paper. She relaxed for a split second after realizing he was someone else, before rushing over to him. "Please! You have to hide me!" She begged him, still looking back through the front bay windows in fear. Kitai was still looking at the young woman with a slightly strained smile on his face. He was almost tempted to turn her away, but a thought quickly passed through his mind. "Sure! That'll be fifty ryo!" His grin didn't once waver. Kitai was a great many things, but he certainly wasn't someone who did charity work. She stared at him with her mouth gaping, visibly stunned. Clearly that hadn't been the response she had been expecting from the tall man.
"What!?" She practically screeched at the albino. He merely chuckled at her outraged expression. "Hey look, strange men looking for someone. I wonder who it is they're looking for?" He said, as he pointed to the front of the store. She recoiled, head spinning so fast, he almost thought he heard her neck snap. Without saying another word, she reached into her pocket, and shoved a fist full of money into a money deposit slot. He chuckled some more, before giving her access to his backrooms, which she quickly fled into.
Seeing the movement inside, the men outside made their way into his humble store. These men were dressed in a very flashy manner. Four men, each wearing three piece suits barged through the door. The first, and someone who was trying hard to look like the leader, was wearing a gold jacket and pants combo, with a red dress shirt, with black buttons and shoes. He looked very fancy, and dare he say, stylish? He was bald, with sunglasses at night, making quite the statement. A gold wrist watch on his right wrist, and hints of a large sleeve tattoo from his left, gave Kitai more than enough information to guess who he was dealing with.
The other men were dressed similarly to their boss, with obvious color variations. The three cronies wore a more traditional black overcoat and pants, with a blue dress shirt, with emerald green buttons. Wait, this was japan, so they might be jade? Something fancy, that was for sure. Each of them were bald as well, but with much more visible tattoos coming up their neckline, with one guy having a tiger on his face. Unlike their inkwork, they didn't look all that important. Which was sad, given how tough they were trying to appear.
They strode around with a bravado that most men lacked, walking around as if they owned the joint. Oh how fun it would be to tear them down a peg. They had their chests puffed out, shoulders squared, and clearly looking to give someone a bad time. And all with Kitai counting the money made from his first sale in a week. "Evening gentlemen! Lovely night out, isn't it?" He asked, not paying them more than a glancing stare. He was much more interested in eyeballing his semi-ill gotten money. Still, they approached his counter all the same.
A man in all gold slammed his fist against the glass barrier that the Lunatic was currently sat behind. "Where is she?" He asked, clearly not in the mood for any of the games that Kitai was eager to play. The store owner just gave him a cheeky smile. "That'll cost you three hundred ryo." He told him, seemingly betraying the girl in the back. The man glared, before looking at the glass divider. Given that this was a weapons shop, the gold man could tell that it was bulletproof. He snarled, before pulling out the money and gave it to him, just as the girl had.
It was quickly picked up, before the Lunatic answered him. "She's in the back." Kitai got up to open the door to behind the counter. The man smiled, before he and his associates started making their way past the Lunatic. The man stopped, however, as he felt something metallic press into his gut. "But unfortunately for you, I'm out of available rooms in my store. You'll have to try again tomorrow." The Yakuza looked down, only to see the barrel of a shotgun was now being pressed against his sternum. One that Kitai was currently holding.
The other three behind their leader quickly respond to the display of force in kind, pulling out their own firearms. They aimed at the grinning Saika as best they could, but it was hard to do with the cold covered man in the way. "Now, I've decided that my store is closed. I'll have to ask you to leave. Either on your own, or with some... help." He told them in a slightly sinister tone. There was a pregnant silence, as the tension in the air grew rapidly. He could see the Japanese mafioso begin to sweat, but given what was currently pressing against his stomach, he could be forgiven for doing so.
Still, he had quite the pair on him for staying this cool headed given the situation. The man held up his hand, a sign for his possy to stand down. They put away their guns, but looked more than ready to pull them back out at a moments notice. They were better than the Russian mafia, that was for sure. The golden boy, however, had the stones, to look him in the eye. "We can forget this ever happened, if you just give us the girl." He said without an hint of fear in his voice. A commendable feat, if he did say so himself. "I don't know how you've stayed out of our attention for so long, but an insult against the Golden Tigers isn't something we're going to overlook."
The bravery on the man was astounding. Just what did they do to these guys to make them so tough? Kitai would love to know. Still, for all his bravado, the Saika was unphased by his threat. "I just moved into the neighborhood. And what rude neighbors you've all been. Not even a welcoming present for little old me?" He teased, grabbing the man's nose between two fingers, before shaking it side to side. The man looked ready to kill him. "But as for your little gang? Come and kill me. I'm ready to die any day that you want to try." Kitai told him, his face an inch away, before backing away and slamming the glass door in his face.
Said face was a bright red, clearly unhappy with his customer service. They left without a word, glaring at him through his windows. They would likely be returning with more people, and it would probably be seen. He would be lucky to get an hour though, so he didn't have much time. "Whelp, time to see what my favorite customer is up to." He said to himself, hitting a button next to his register, locking the front doors, and dropping metal chains to further block the doors. He headed back into the building to find the pink haired girl.
