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Yamazaki indeed is the talkative one, the jokester, the deranged and eccentric. Meanwhile the lad facing him seems to have Misery itself engraved in his features. "The eyes of a man who lost everything. I fucking like that." More than just that, he's a foreigner, not a japanese, not a korean and that is interesting to Yamazaki, meaning the man probably hasn't sworn no loyalty to any other gang in town - might just need the money, has no long term visa, something sketchy like that. "AlrIght. There are one or two motherfuckers I want gone and see, I can't send my own men or else... Weeeell, I would be considered a traitor, that's real bad for my brand." He means associates, friends, men from his own side, men from his own clan, men from his own family he wants killed - the only way is to make sure nobody can trace it all back to Yamazaki could be this british hound, nobody would suspect a damn link between the two. Interesting. "Any big pile of stinky shit you've pushed under the rug I should be aware of? The Feds looking for you? Coked up pimp mad cause you stole his girl? That's cool with me as long I know who's gonna knock on my doors for your pretty ass. If you stay loyal, do a good job, I keep you, I protect you. If not... I know how to make kick ass rumsteak from your thighs for my baby pig. He likes it medium rare."

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Deleted Scene for IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE 花樣年華 (2000) — dir. Wang Kar Wai

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His camera in his hands, Sen adores the night. There is something as calm and soothing as unpredictable in the conversations he has with it, the night. He captures pieces of it, the lights, the moon, the working girls by the sidewalk, the salarimen sharing a midnight smoke by the station. The night lives, deeper than the day ever has. His steps often takes him to corners of silence then, on the roofs where only the wind is company, on the roofs where he can fully appreciate dissect the canvas from above. His eye remains behind his lens as he watches, the corners of the streets have little to no secrets from where he stands. It is part of the ritual, to observe from here, to breathe. The rest of the night? He will walk to the convenience store for microwaved ramen around 3am, have one last drink at Kazu's bar emptying around 4am and finally go to bed. Under his eyes however, a scene is begging for him not to end the night right here, one either offered by the Gods or the depth of his twisted imagination. Or was it all in his head? It is the first time he witnesses one : a murder. Far from the fantasies he has invented in his art, capturing his models covered in water and false blood with the erotic idea of having committed something terrible. This time it's real - he can feel it, goosebumps on his skin, his mind racing, his body tensing. He watches... Her. Beautiful stranger damaging her soul with that one single action. Comes the lamentations of a soul, blood, panic, despair. He watches and watches, zooming in harder, craving for more of it. All the streets around, they are empty as if the world around has vanished to what seemed to let her exist in her pain. His pupils are dilated, fascinated by this little wonder hidden in the shadows. It doesn't take long before he climbs off the roof, these stairs in the heart of the city, rushing through the twists and turns to look for her. Where is she, where is she, did I dream all of that? He gets lost a little in his excitation, his camera hanging by his shoulder. And finally, he reaches it, the narrow street : the blood seems to stop circulating inside his body for a second. He holds his breath : it is all so macabre yet beautiful at the same time. He stands in this dark alley, far as his lens move up to his eye again for him to capture this religiously haunting moment : her eyes to the sky, praying. "I'm afraid God has stopped listening to us a long time ago." His voice echoes in the hallwey as he lowers his camera. A mess, the scene is a mess and so his legendary almost psychotic calm falls on it all. "I've seen what you done." His voice is raspy yet holds this twisted fascination of his, it's hearable. He walks furthur in, furthur enough to stand right behind her, towering her with his height. He could help her... Or walk away. There is something highly psychological in a man like Sen, something that makes him want to dig deeper into this, into her, into this act. This. This is the art he always prayed for. "Will you kill me too.. to protect your secret?"

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"That's not really about ambition, what do we do. It's more about heritage, protecting what's ours, making sure to the posterity of it. " A hit on his cigarette. "In the end there is more pride than there is actual business. It's a dog eat dog system - if you're a small one and you wanna survive, you're never gonna piss out of your lane, if you're a big one and wants to stay at the top of the food chain then, you gotta eat a smaller one once in a while." He explains then taking a sip at his saké. "What about you? ."

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to: m / f. idea: dai is born as the son of a yakuza. his responsabilities are to look after his clan, his family. he discusses with your muse as they might be curious. he's curious in return. it's a conversation.

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"You want a job? I mean I admire the gigantic pair of balls you must have to make me come all the way down to the club for that. I'm not human resources and this isn't a goddamn taco truck." An arch brow and a sigh, he is here now and oh well, he likes audacity. "Alright impress me then. What do you do? Juggle bottles with your ass? Instant kill with your laser eyes? Bake mad choux à la crème with raspberry jam? Do the three at the same time, you're hired."

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to: m / f. idea: dai owns a club along with other businesses. most aren't in the safest neighborhoods of the city, his employees being night workers. maybe your muse is looking for a job they just need money,

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Dai loves it. Every single minute of it, every drop of blood, every drop of sweat. The man is mad, in trance, half of his kimono is ripped out, only his black traditional pants remaining, as his bare fists and bare feet are up. Yamazaki either fights with his favorite axe, an occasional machete or nothing at all. Guns are boring to him, knives... meh, alright. Even coked up, the beast is not as fast on his feet than a Kitty ( @hatesdogs ) for example but Yamazaki is brutal, raw, every punch he delivers is heavy. The man barely dodges, he loves to take the hits, grunting and laughing whenever his face takes one, putting his jaw back opening his mouth wide like a hyena. He kicks his enemy in the face, knee, elbow. His eyes wander during the fight, making sure the two others are doing fine. He does not worry so much for Kitty - not that he does not care, but Dai perfectly knows Kitty alwas is in his right mind. The agile cat is not drunk, nor drugged, he moves well and smartly, Dai likes that. As for Taiyang ( @velvetineblue ) , well, that's another story, the Black Fang King's body heavily crashes into the nail-artists' table causing even more mess than there already is. Yamazaki plans on giving a hand but right now, there are two men for each, its a three against six situation, he gotta at least lay one down completely to go help Tseng. The girls have escaped from the back door a long time ago now, joining the back streets and not coming back to this hell of a mess. Dai is dodging one, hitting another, the first grabbing him by the shoulders, he takes the hit, he throws his elbow into some ribs, jumps two steps back, docks, kicks harder. Obviously a laughter escapes as soon as Taiyang justifies being drunk out of his mind, there is a smile on Tseng's face too : isn't he finally having fun? "YEAH YOU ARE YOU BEAUTIFUL MOTHERFUCKER. YOU SHINE LIKE A DIAMOND." Screams Yamazaki, encouraging Taiyang to terminate his enemies no matter his state, joining him as support to make sure they end it. If it fair to say the outcome of this fight isn't surprising : they win. The three of them kicked these asses clean, a yakuza, a dancer and a drunk panting out, exhausted and dripping in sweat, while the members of the enemy organization are laying down the floor, dead or half dead in a pool of mess and blood. The grin on Yamazaki couldn't get wider as he wipes his bruised blooding bottom lip with the back of his hand while taking the steps through the broken glass and wood to join the two others. "Yeaaaah that's what I'm talking about fellas. None of you shat their pants yeah? Would have been embarassing, these bozos were so weak I almost got bored. " States Yamazaki on his usual joyful tone, his arms wrapping around Kitty's neck from one side and Taiyang's from the other. Like a proud dirty father he kisses the top of their heads. "You fight with style Pumpkin." That's for Kitty. "You too you little sad piece of garbage." And that was is for Taiyang. "The girls fucking left so this whole oopsie kinda screwed the mani pedi plans sorry, I know your ugly toes needed it. Nachos yeah? On me lads. Let's get out of here."

Dai speaks giving a tap to their temple simultaneously before letting them go. A fight is a rush of adrenaline and dopamine for the leader, he feels amazing. He doesn't care about picking up his clothes, his steps only heading towards the phone of one of the dead guys. It's almost a kink to use his victims uber eats account for the celebratory meal. "Man I'm craving some quesadillas too huh what do you say?" He adresses to the both of them, as he's squatting. One of his hands hold the dead guy's face up, the other riight in front of the phone to unlock it with facial recognition. As soon as it's done, he lets the guy's head fall back onto the ground in a loud sound as he puts himself back up, walking towards the exit. Huh. A moment of contemplation however, his steps slow down right before opening the door. On the screen there is the last application that dead guy was on. Messages. It immediatly catches Yamzaki's eye, the last one sent, and the one before, he's scrolling fast, realizing the same message has been sent over and over... The syndicate they just beat, they're not big in fact, half of them were already dead due to Yamazaki's doing, only was left these 6 ding dongs showing up tonight.

[ > 거미 ] 66-8 Chungmuro 2(i)-ga, Jung-gu. Black Fang's head's here. Isolated and fucked up. Send all your men.

[ > 준자 가족 ] 66-8 Chungmuro 2(i)-ga, Jung-gu. Black Fang's head's here. Isolated and fucked up. Send all your men.

[ > 안갱 ] 66-8 Chungmuro 2(i)-ga, Jung-gu. Black Fang's head's here. Isolated and fucked up. Send all your men.

The same messages to ... Six different gangs. Fuck. Here in Korea, the yakuza has worked quite well to spread his web. His domain of activity centers around clubs, small businesses, crappy salons and bars to clean the money. His strategy is to increase a high number of establishments to secure a territory for lowkey business, the mothership of all remaining the Octogon Club. Yamazaki has a clear thought out plan in 3 years, only 12 months before he goes back to Japan after setting some roots here for international trafficking. Japan is his land, that's where his clan owns the most and shall remain regal. Taiyang Tseng... it's different. Black Fang has a strategy that has nothing to do with Yakuza scum. The gang is one of the most feared, watched, looked at here in Seoul, and with that comes a different type of pressure. Yamazaki's eyes travel to Taiyang as he scratches the back of his head. Indeed this is the lowest point of Tseng's life, it must have been spread through the underground scene like a fire that Black Fang is on a verge. When a monarch falls, the masses are waiting right outside of his castle to behead him. Tonight is the perfect occasion for all these smaller gangs and syndicates Black Fang has pushed to the edge to unite and that's exactly what that dead man piece of shit did, sending the tip to over a his friends to come and grab him. The Fangs aren't here, Yamazaki's clan isn't here either : even though the Yakuza could take 10 men alone, he could never take 50. The three of them could never take 50. Goddamn. "Alright. Bad news Handsomes." He speaks, cracking his head from one side to another, sniffing at his line. " We're still gonna get these nachons but we gotta get out of here fast. This place's about to get raided, " He says, to get the attention of the two. Yamazaki simply flashes the text on the screen. "Pace it up, let''s go girls!" Dai adds for them to hurry to the door, and go back to the Octogon. He opens the door.

"Well... shit."

The words escape from Dai's words as soon as they step outside. Too bad for his sneaky escape plan : right in front of them, a pool of man awaiting for them. 50? 60? It is mayhem, the cars, the leaders, their mens, staring. "You got a lot of enemies in here Taiyang Tseng, I'm almost jealous." are the last words Yamazaki speak. It all goes fast, the men charging, running to seize all of them. Yamazaki's first reflex is to punch back, kick back, fight, screaming like the hyena he is, knocking one. "COME AT ME YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKERS, YOU WANNA SUCK OUR DICKS SO BAD YOU ANSWERED OUR BOOTY CALL HUH??" One man down. Two, Three. Four. Five. It's too much. Quickly enough, Dai is seized, they are all seized, immobilized and chloroformed. Fabrics over their noses, bags on their heads, held from left and right, thrown into a van, that's it.

The rest of the events are a complete black out for the yakuza. As if the light inside his mind has been switched off, it suddenly switches back on. His eyes open again. Red and teary. Fuck. Alcohol + drugs + chloroform is a bad bad mix, he's waking up to a serious coming down. To gain conscious back is hard, his head is spinning, slowly and fast, and fast and slow. The lights around is dimmed, dulled. And that smell... of metal, of rotting water, of garbage is all around. His head oscillates from one side to the other, his sweaty hair swaying slowly as finally he manages to look around. By his side : Kitty on a chair. The other one : Taiyang. Tied, all of them, hands and feet tied to the wood. The two are still unconscious, he hopes they wake up soon. "Ughhh." Yamazaki grunts, spitting down the ground as he got a bitter taste in the mouth. He restrains himself from making too much noise, the warehouse they're being kept in in empty but they all are in the room right next to this one, debating, yelling, deciding what they're going to do with their preys. Fifty men might be in there, they got no chance. Yamazaki focuses, he listens from afar in the silence.

Man 1 : Let's kill them all.

Crowd : YEAAAH !

Man 2 : Fuck you all. We can negotiate. We got Tseng. And a Yamazaki. We keep them alive, who chop one hand off each, we sell them to the highest bidder.

There is a limited amount of time in which they can at least try to escape or else, they are dead. Or you know, sold. Still the corner of Yamazaki's lips rises into a discreet smile. The salon fight was just a warm up then, time for some bigger fun.

"Fuck mates. Best sleepover ever."

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It is Sen's self tradition on a night after a long day. He didn't like public transportation so much, walking in the city is soothing, it's inspiring. It always ends to the konbini, where he grabs a magazine and spend the rest of his time there, reading, eating, buying more food and go home. Lonesome could be the word to describe the artist, sometimes even when offered company he wouldn't accept it, pretending he already have plans he cannot cancel on. Funny. Years back he would look from from afar, wondering how it would feel to be part of something, to get invited, to get looked at, to get considered. Now that it finally happens, getting invited to get togethers, cocktails parties and even getting asked on dates by gorgeous models - due to his little popularity as a photographer - most of the time, he would just decline. Silence is less annoying than some shallow people's constant yapping. It is near midnight now when he decides he might swing by Kazu's bar before heading home , a cigarette burning in fingers, the other carrying a plastic bag while he passively scrolls down his phone while walking. Sen would never yell at someone for being bumping into him, quite honestly he's most of the time not looking himself. "Shit." His phone hits the ground. Thank god it's an old piece of crap with many cracks on it already. He bends and picks it up before looking at who ever collapsed against him. Chinese huh. Sen does understand a few words, thankfully the other switches. "It's cool." He replies before his brow slightly raises, realizing how bad of a state the other seems to be in. "Oh shit." Unlike many would believe, Mishima Sen is far from being insensitive even though that's the vibe he might give. "You alright mate, what happened to you? You need help or something?" His words come with hands around the other's arms, not that he particularly loves touching strangers at first sight but the other seems to have limited balance and ready to collapse any minute. "My friend's bar is near, we can go put antiseptic on it. Or you know .. vodka." That should do it. Kazu does Not have antiseptic in that old den that's for sure.

               @xinxiins has sent :

the worst part of all this isn't that lí chényǔ's head is throbbing and the world seems to be gently tilting and whirling off-axis --- no, the worst part about all this is that he's going to have to either hide a split lip and black eye from wendy and michael, or come up with a better explanation than, i tripped over a piece of broken sidewalk. they didn't buy it the last time he fought off a junkie who thought he looked like a soft target; they definitely won't buy it this time. ( at least he got his money back. at least he got his money back, and they won't try that shit again, not on him. ) still --- it's damn hard to think of something better when his thoughts feel like they're made of hot, sticky tar, all sluggish and congealed.

his eyes are half-closed ( one from swelling, the other from pain ) as he stumbles from the drugstore back into the night, holding a wad of gauze against his still-bleeding lip. if only he'd been paying attention --- it's too late for this shit, for bumping into a stranger.

as soon as he realizes it, lí chényǔ steps back. it's instinctive, the apologetic half-bow that follows ( the world spins dangerously, and he swallows bile. ) "duìbuqǐ," he stammers, "duìbuqǐ, wǒ ... wǒ bùshì gùyì de. sorry ... not ... not on purpose, very sorry --- "

[ for sen ! ]

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  sen, blues.

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The Zen Diary (2022) ‘土を喰らう十二ヵ月’ dir. Yuji Nakae

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Reading Tai and Akina

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There is this liminal space where Sen and Dog see the other's colors quite clearly. Dog is right, Sen's fantasies, twisted, gets him locked in endless obsessions that spin inside his head, delusions and dreams he hides in the lens of his cameras. Could it be that Dog is just the same? Could it be these two can smell the dirt out of each from miles away? Like, well, dogs. Perhaps. Sen believes they are of different breeds still. He sees Dog as one who bites and should be put in a cage despite his old age. Everything about this man, from his horse face to the way he gets into Yuna's head, Sen dislikes it. To Sen, Yuna is unique, Yuna is real, he wouldn't lay on her the same eyes he lays on the ones he traps in his frames and dysfunctionnal art. He cares for Yuna. He worries for Yuna - when he is allowed to, when Dog isn't around. Deep down, even though her memories have been taken away in the times they spent away from each other, deep down, Sen knows that she knows he would keep her safe, if she ever needs to.

"A gift?" Nobody ever gives gifts to Sen but her - ah yes, perhaps Kazu does, when he got some old stuff at the garage, some stuff Sen knows he can use for art - it isn't much of gifts though, right? More like garbage. Yuna's gifts are precious. A tender smile is drawn on his lips as he raises his head, his chin planted in the palm of his hand, his long hair, a little messy around his face. His smiles are always a bit demure, a bit sheepish in a way. "What did you get me? Something for the time machine we're gonna build? I almost finished drawing the blueprints by the way, I want to show you - And you have to show me what you got for our outfits for there, we can't arrive in the 70s dressed like losers from the future. Or ... mmm, wait, is it grilled cheese?" Sen questions, having fun with the guessing. A time machine to get out of here and have fun in past. Ah yes and grilled cheese, they have spent hours debating on the perfect recipe for the crush to be crusty enough and the cheese to be cheesy enough, Yuna won. "As for what dog says, well... " Sen's eyes don't leave Yuna's features. It's a delicate position for him to have, how much he would want to tell her how he feels about this man but how can he do that, Dog is her whole life, some sort of father figure right. His hands move to grab the paper bow wrapped the brown fabrics. "What do you think. Maybe he's just a little jealous because you and I have fun, no? Aaand you got me a gift, you know what, I would be jealous too." He adds, corner of his lips turning into a smirk, indeed no matter what Dog says, she's here isn't she. He unwraps his gift, curious to what he's going to find.

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A low raspy laughter escapes from Dai's throat. The type of half mocking half amused laughter as Taiyang states his love for them is the reason why he's staying, clearly seeing the man couldn't make more than two steps and oh well, the dramatics of it all are entertainement. "Alrightttt fucking mani pedi it is! That's what real men do on a saturday night." Exclaims Dai clapping once as a manifestation of joy yet also as a code. The door opens immediatly by one of maids, ready to answer to his requests, holding his kimono to hurry and place around his shoulders. The yakuza firmly believes tonight can be fun if everyone tries a little harder. "What's a break up baby? No relationship, no emotional attachment distress birthing some crave for self destruction like you got now. I like my dissociative spirals to come from narcotics, it's healthier. Tell me when you're on to try, I got a delivery of sweet sweet acid, purer than a baby's ass." His words are followed by his kimono getting tied as a light arch of the brow. Steps are made as Dai opens the doors of his room wide, looking above his shoulder. "COME ON BOYS! FUN TIME!" The way to the salon such a long one. They enter a dirty street that isn't so far from the Octogon. The frontdoor wears a rusty neon sign with the name of the place in korean, curtains of black preventing one to see whatever goes inside, for, you know, customers privacy. The door is pushed and an old bell rings when it does . The atmosphere of the salon is filled with smoke and that strong rose and patchouli smell. The hostesses in work uniforms of black and red welcome Dai, Taiyang ( @velvetineblue ) and Kitty ( @hatesdogs ) like Kings, their arms liking to each of them arms to lead them furthur inside, offering them to take care of them. Right, perhaps Dai hasn't been fully honest on the activities of this salon.

"What you got for me sugar?" Questions Dai who now stands by the counter where the cashier is. The receptionnist bows her head quietly in respect, getting a briefcase from under the counter to place it in front of the yakuza, opening it wide with freshly laundered bills. "Huh." Disappointment. "That's it?" Questions Yamazaki quite displeased by how small the pile actually is. It is between his hands as he now counts the bills, addressing the boys above his shoulder. "Take place boys, that's the best place in town. What do you want? Cuticle cut? Massages? Their fairy little fingers will do wonders to your toes gentlemen." He announces as he keeps on counting while the hostesses are bringing more alcohol, down trays to serve Taiyang and Kitty and inviting them to sit down. As for Dai, a certain feeling is running through him from the displeasure of not getting enough money back from it. It takes a little more than give minutes before the door gets open again. Customers entering? A group of 6 men who didn't come to play around it seems. "Yamazaki!!" Calls one of them which causes the entire salon to silence, the hostesses looking to the door, some of them taking a few steps back as the koreans walk in. Another gang, one that apparently seems to have quite the beef with the yakuza. "Well, well, weeelll," Starts Yamazaki which his usual theatrics. "I knew it smelled like old balls and swiper no swiping in here. Where my money dick sucker? Thought what I did to your men was clear enough, huh?" Dai speaks, his razor killer smile showing. "We were here first japanese boy, this is our territory. This is Our money." Answers the korean man standing right in front of Dai, visibly challenging him and oh, Dai loves a challenge. "Oh yeah?" Questions the yakuza angling his head to one side and then to the other, his eyes widening in his usual manic way. The tension is palpable as the rest of the room does not move yet, following the interaction however, the japanese fuse is too short to last more than that. It doesn't take more than 30 seconds before Dai jumps and slams his own head against the korean's, his hands remaining in his pockets, causing a loud sound of their bones colliding to break the silence. The korean man screams in pain, his hands covering his nose, broken by Dai's skull as Dai forehead is now covered with the stains of blood spiled, dripping down his face and lips. With one hanfd, the other still in his pocket, he grabs the korean to bang it down the counter which ends up breaking half of it, causing the hostesses in the salon to scream and start running to hide, the one behind the counter covering her head and ducking to hide under. "I SAID. IT'S. MY. FUCKING. MONEY. THIS IS MY FUCKING MANI PEDI FUCKFACE. "The other men hurry to seize Kitty and Taiyang, to throw themselves into a salon fist fight while Dai is repetivitely slamming this man's head against the wood while still screaming about his Shining Nails belong to him. So much for cuticle cut.

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Thinking about what Dai and Sen's Tinder profiles would be and that is just so funny in my head should I make these

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It might be unexpected of Yamazaki Dai to invite someone over to help them heal from their sorrows : for a yakuza with the emotional capacity of a machete, anybody would expect less. It should be noted however that the Yamazaki son has always been a leader in a way, to care for his members comes with the package of his excentricities. Even though Taiyang Tseng ( @velvetineblue ) isn't one under his protection, in a way, he did become a friend. This man couldn't be in any more pathetic position, Dai would think : the Grand Black Fang Boss, drunk, sinking down this leopard couch like a sad boy. But well, a leader losing the mere reason why he would lead crusades - Dai understands that, besides not truly believing in the wonders of monogamy he does believe in passion and the combats it fuels, : the same way Taiyang fights for his lady, Dai fights for his clan and his father's name. His quarters are usually a place for pleasure and celebration. Kitty ( @hatesdogs ) is sitting down his lap as usual, behind the large desk down his leather chair, while Dai had to stop kissing the other in the neck to address drunk Taiyang, his eyes directed to him. "Jeez you don't like nachos? No wonder she dumped your ass." Yamazaki comments in his usual mocking tone, now standing up to pay a little more attention to Taiyang who seems this close from jumping off a roof. "Nevermind. You're the one who dumped her ass and is now crying on my couch when you could just... You know, take her back. I will never understand you monogamous heterosexuals. Plus, I haven't invited you to watch us Yet, it's an honor that should be earned, in this house, we fuck like Art. Don't we ?" His killer smile is spread all over his mouth as he addresses Kitty on the last line, his steps leading him to a box of cigars in a closet entirely dedicated to that. Never count on Dai not to be a complete asshole while teasing you but oh well, he is teasing. "I had en entire night planned for us on doing coke, eating nachos and well, fuck but alright, new plans." He starts, taking a hit on his cigar once lighten up. "What do you wanna do? Torture someone as therapy for our anger issues? Stalk your lady to make sure she's not starting over with some hot american dude she found at the club? Mani Pedi?"

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Disturbing. If one thing Dai usually isn't, it's : disturbed. Akina however, she does disturb him. There is this gap in their lives together, a gap of years he hasn't been by her side, a gap of years she hasn't been by his . The eyes he places on Akina are the same eyes as he did twenty years ago and yet he couldn't accept the woman standing in front of him wouldn't behave the way he would expect her to. Not that he would disregard her feelings, emotions and actions, but : he knows there is this fire, under her skin, one that would burn hard in their youth, harder and yet, he can't feel it anymore, how? Is the Akina he knows and cares for the one accepting such disrespect from his younger brother? As if, her flame has been smuthered for so long, it couldn't ignite anymore. And so he watches her, almost in disbelief, as she brushes off her previous investigation on Goro's infidelity. She speaks these words Dai couldn't bare to hear. Is Goro cheating? Dai is convinced he isn't : Goro walks straight, even though he does have many flaws, he wouldn't risk to lose this marriage, at least not this early - sadly, Goro wasn't that good at making it work either. As a leader figure, who should wish nothing but happiness to his family clan and members, he should have no intention and no reason in stopping this "union' for his dear brother. However, the maniac in him does want to savour every single step the said brother takes to sabotage it by his own carelessness. Yes. That's what Dai desires the most, convinced Goro wishes execute this sordid little plan of a rise to the throne by getting a wife and an heir. There is no reward in doing the dirty job himself, in being the asshole who would just prevent little brother to do anything out of authority no, that's not how this game works. It's the same contemplation he has whenever watching the bodies of his victims hanged in his slaughterhouse, still alive, decaying by themselves after he's done playing with them, and so he sits down and stares, for hours, days, licking his chop knife, waiting for nature do to its wonders, waiting for their livers to liquify so beautifully, his victims end up digesting themselves.

Where Goro was smart enough though : it was to pick Akina, Dai's only weakness and so, despite this chase, this game the brothers had : Akina was the one trapped in the middle, and that he didn't like so much. Or what if, Dai is a deranged man wrapped in Oh so many paranoias of his Traitors Must Suffer rule, so much that he creates scenarios in his head? What if Goro has never planned anything to begin with? He watches her chop the vegetables, ponytail and apron on, speaking of her duties as a wife and it drives him insane. Insane to the point he could slam his fist down the counter, yell at her for her to stop pretending, isn't she playing... too? 'A man can have an affair outside of his marriage'. Does she truly believe that? Would she truly stand by Goro's side no matter what? He cracks his neck back and forth, he rolls his shoulders. Dai is jittery, always has been. The countless substances he inhales, snorts and drinks on the daily basis helps him keep it down, this energy that's restless, the one he can't truly control. He walks then, hands down his pocket, his eyes darkening as he invites himself in the kitchen, observing the coffee tradition they have. Memories of the night him and Akina spent at the club is playing in his head, the Masked One, one where she decided not to be Akina Mori anymore. Could it be it, she became so good at wearing different masks, he can't tell the difference anymore? He narrows one eye, silent. Akina is nothing but Naive, she's nothing but Submissive, not in her core, he refuses to believ the layers of the years took that away from her. He stands behind her then, towering her as he places the palms of his hands down the counter. His torso is pressed against her back, trapping her. He needs to feel her, to feel the heat, to feel the emotions, to feel the rage, to feel the pain : something, that proves she's not dead inside, that is it all an act. When is it too close? When the feeling of her body against his awakens countless desires that shouldn't be named. "Any man who doesn't fuck his wife like he's the luckiest motherfucker on this damn earth and justifies the need to slide into side whores for fun, is not a man. " He speaks on a tone that's a little rough. He means it. If Dai never practices monogamy himself, it doesn't mean he doesn't value the oath one takes when committing to Something and if that Something is a relationship, then, there is no excuse. "Your fingers are shaking. Are you lying to me?" His voice is tinted with this curiousity he has about her since the day she walked back into the Yamazakis life. "I want to believe you're not going to let this slide, that you're going to make him suffer, that you wouldn"t let no man disrespect you the way he believes he can. I just can't tell what it's gonna be yet. You're not gonna tell me, will you?" He speaks, his fingertip pushing to chin up for her to look at him, her eyes into hers. "Is this pain, is this rage, is this something else?" He angles his head, thinking. "The Akina I know, she wouldn't want me to save her even though she tells me my piece of shit of a brother is cheating on her. The Akina I know, fuck, I wouldn't even use the word Save, it's an insult, she's not a victim, she's not in situations she wouldn't want to be, even trapped in the nets of Yamazakis for some debt I told her I can cancel, and yet, she wouldn't ask me to." He narrows his eyes. He wonders. It's fascinating to him. Her presence here, what she does, playing wife, accepting, or pretending to, selling herself for a debt... It all started with her father and his, years, many years ago. Osamu did owe a lot to Tetsuro even though they started as friends. But friends sound like a big word then, if the legacy these two dead men left behind is the Moris indebted beyond repair. His face couldn't be closer to hers, can he see something in her eyes if her words never sound the way they are supposed to. "I wonder what it is."

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