At the Ichigo complex, 6:57 pm : December 25 - Sunday
It just wasn’t the same for Wakashi, he knew work would affect the holidays for him. After assuming the job as personal servant and security for the heir of the Ichigo family ‘business’ Wakashi was ensured his life would be different in many degrees, especially that which was associated with his personal life. It wasn’t like he cared much for the holidays he was just a tiny bit distraught that he couldn’t visit his mother in Nara and his little sister Sayoko, he missed Sayoko a lot. He never really got the chance to see her and mainly talked to her through letters. He had received her Christmas one just the other day, at least he had little Victoria to make him smile she was so cute in her beautiful red dress she was excited to dance at the party in it tonight.
Sucking it up Wakashi adjusted his suit jacket one more time before returning to the party. The Ichigo’s were throwing a very elegant party for their associates and while it was mainly higher ups and their women, there was the occasional scum. Wakashi made sure his ward was fit and prime for the reception of the evening. After assuring Shuichi was dressed the part he filled him in on some conversation starters and gave him key cards to practice that way his wit was on par for the evening. Wakashi then checked on the others helping with the party just to ensure it was ready to go flawlessly.
The preparations paid off the men showed off their lovely wives, the alcohol flowed, talk about the inner workings of their business was made, and there was the occasional dancing. If it wasn’t for the tattoos and hard faces you wouldn’t know these were members of the yakuza just higher ups of society enjoying a night of wonderful festivities. Wakashi watched Shuichi on alert for anything that posed a risk to his younger ward or the others that at the party. His eyes stayed on the lesser attendees of the party, lowly members that belonged more on the streets then to be invited to such a lavish party. What was the Ichigo’s thinking inviting scum like that. They were the ones making the most noise and were heavily intoxicated just shortly after arrival. Worse yet their ladies looked more like women of the night, whores they probably picked off the street that night and dragged them here probably with the promise of drugs and money.
Wakashi’s face crunched up as one of the girls came to close to him, he didn’t want that filth touching him. His attention quickly drawn when he saw one of the whores slip off to the living quarters of the building. She was probably just trying to find the bathroom but Wakashi didn’t trust her, he quickly followed suit. As he watched the whore walked unsteadily in her heels he wasn’t that surprised when she wobbled right past the bathroom and slipped into one of the bedrooms. He waited for a few minutes outside the door hand on the knob before opening it quietly. The whore was in the room next to the open dresser a jewelry box that was atop of it open and he was rustling through trying to pocket the goodies. Wakashi rolled his eyes she was obviously unrefined or she would have knew that those were just costume jewelry of course the Ichigo’s wouldn’t leave the real stuff laying around.
He walked the short distance to the whore in a matter of seconds and grasped her right hand firmly in his yanking it from the jewelry box and startling her. She tried to break his grip and pull her hand away but Wakashi held firm. “Are you lost?” he asked keeping a calm smile on his face. “You have to be; only an idiot desiring death would try and steal from my master’s family.” Wakashi began to twist his arm painfully twisting the whore’s wrist. “I wasn’t I swear!” She pleaded. “I was just looking I wouldn’t have taken any I promise.”
Wakashi sighed as he jerked his arm as hard as he could and heard the snap of her wrist she cried out and crumpled to the floor. Wakashi let go and hoped he didn’t disturb the party with the girls scream; he eyed her in disgust as she held her hand to her chest and cried from the pain. “I would say you can’t please your client with your arm like that, maybe you should call it a night and leave. I would gladly show you the door and give you some bus fare. That is if you need my help.” He reached for her again but she flinched back and jumped up. “You son of a..” She lunged at him but Wakashi was quick and she hit the floor before she reached him. “I ask you not taint the carpet by sitting on it seeing as you were classy enough not to wear panties.” Wakashi sneered in disgust. “If you prefer I can have your client bring you home but they usually don’t like being made a fool of in front of the boss, so one last time I will ask of you to leave the premises now or I will break more than your pretty little wrist.” The warning did its trick and the whore got up and about ran out of the room leaving the party. Wakashi cleaned up the mess she left in her looting and adjusted his jacket in the mirror once more before returning to the party. He had to keep an eye on Shuichi after all. It was going to be a long night for him.
Sucking it up Wakashi adjusted his suit jacket one more time before returning to the party. The Ichigo’s were throwing a very elegant party for their associates and while it was mainly higher ups and their women, there was the occasional scum. Wakashi made sure his ward was fit and prime for the reception of the evening. After assuring Shuichi was dressed the part he filled him in on some conversation starters and gave him key cards to practice that way his wit was on par for the evening. Wakashi then checked on the others helping with the party just to ensure it was ready to go flawlessly.
The preparations paid off the men showed off their lovely wives, the alcohol flowed, talk about the inner workings of their business was made, and there was the occasional dancing. If it wasn’t for the tattoos and hard faces you wouldn’t know these were members of the yakuza just higher ups of society enjoying a night of wonderful festivities. Wakashi watched Shuichi on alert for anything that posed a risk to his younger ward or the others that at the party. His eyes stayed on the lesser attendees of the party, lowly members that belonged more on the streets then to be invited to such a lavish party. What was the Ichigo’s thinking inviting scum like that. They were the ones making the most noise and were heavily intoxicated just shortly after arrival. Worse yet their ladies looked more like women of the night, whores they probably picked off the street that night and dragged them here probably with the promise of drugs and money.
Wakashi’s face crunched up as one of the girls came to close to him, he didn’t want that filth touching him. His attention quickly drawn when he saw one of the whores slip off to the living quarters of the building. She was probably just trying to find the bathroom but Wakashi didn’t trust her, he quickly followed suit. As he watched the whore walked unsteadily in her heels he wasn’t that surprised when she wobbled right past the bathroom and slipped into one of the bedrooms. He waited for a few minutes outside the door hand on the knob before opening it quietly. The whore was in the room next to the open dresser a jewelry box that was atop of it open and he was rustling through trying to pocket the goodies. Wakashi rolled his eyes she was obviously unrefined or she would have knew that those were just costume jewelry of course the Ichigo’s wouldn’t leave the real stuff laying around.
He walked the short distance to the whore in a matter of seconds and grasped her right hand firmly in his yanking it from the jewelry box and startling her. She tried to break his grip and pull her hand away but Wakashi held firm. “Are you lost?” he asked keeping a calm smile on his face. “You have to be; only an idiot desiring death would try and steal from my master’s family.” Wakashi began to twist his arm painfully twisting the whore’s wrist. “I wasn’t I swear!” She pleaded. “I was just looking I wouldn’t have taken any I promise.”
Wakashi sighed as he jerked his arm as hard as he could and heard the snap of her wrist she cried out and crumpled to the floor. Wakashi let go and hoped he didn’t disturb the party with the girls scream; he eyed her in disgust as she held her hand to her chest and cried from the pain. “I would say you can’t please your client with your arm like that, maybe you should call it a night and leave. I would gladly show you the door and give you some bus fare. That is if you need my help.” He reached for her again but she flinched back and jumped up. “You son of a..” She lunged at him but Wakashi was quick and she hit the floor before she reached him. “I ask you not taint the carpet by sitting on it seeing as you were classy enough not to wear panties.” Wakashi sneered in disgust. “If you prefer I can have your client bring you home but they usually don’t like being made a fool of in front of the boss, so one last time I will ask of you to leave the premises now or I will break more than your pretty little wrist.” The warning did its trick and the whore got up and about ran out of the room leaving the party. Wakashi cleaned up the mess she left in her looting and adjusted his jacket in the mirror once more before returning to the party. He had to keep an eye on Shuichi after all. It was going to be a long night for him.