crappy/incomplete
You know how a reluctant child will start to scream and cry and pout? Knocking things down, pushing people away, throwing their hands in a air as a sign of protest? Well, that was me. Ok, not literally, but mentally my brain was having a fit. Soujiro, the bastard, thought he could just loan me out to other people like I was a friggin DVD! He thought I wouldn't mind deviating from my main goal of revenge simply because well... it seemed to be a dead end at this point. I didn't care what these people wanted from me, or what Soujiro thought was best, or what seemed like a dead end to anyone. I was going to get my revenge for the death of my brother, and THIS was not apart of the plan.
After a good hour of moving through metal detectors, and having my weapons striped from me (which i didn't particularly like) and being questioned to make sure of my identity, let's just say my mood was lowering. significantly. I sat in the lobby of a suite on the 30th floor of an extravagent office building. The building had no official name, but was actually a government building filled with a miss match of suits and killers. This is where all the politicians got their protection when they felt threatened, and also where all the politicians got death handed out to them when they were *cough* behaving badly.
My patience was running thin as I glanced around the room for the hundreth time. White walls, a couple of potted plants, a bitchy lil secretary with horn rimmed glasses, sitting behind a metallic shiny desk, and dull grey carpeting that matched the dull grey chairs. When I thought about the extravagance of the gold and marble in the main lobby I got confused, but I tried not to care. Wasn't my building to decorate.
I had just about had enough, and was ready to walk the hell out, when a short man (5'6", my height) stepped out from the huge double door behind the secretary. The man was overly....round... and looked just about Jolly as a man in a red suite with a beard in the malls on Christmas day. His pink cheeks puffed out as he smiled at me.
"Ms. Kamiya! So glad to see you!" He stuck out a hand for me to shake. After hesitating for the breifest of moments, I took the hand. Well, no chance to bail now. "I'm Mr. Koaji, the vice president of this beautiful government establishment." He nodded at me, still shaking my hand.
"Thank you for the invite." I said quietly, staring at this man, Mr. Koaji. How the hell could anyone be so happy arranging the deaths of people he'd no doubt known personally. People he had no doubt gaurunteed the safety of at one point or the other.
"Please, come have a seat." He said, finally dropping my hand and leading me into his office. We waved a hand at one of the chairs infront of his desk, and I sat. I looked atound the room and noticed that it was just as ornately done as the lobby. His desk was a glass table top, held up by four plaster pillars, shaped like ionic columns. A very new computer sat on the glossy glass table top, along with a picture of a family, a complex looking phone, several stacks of paper, and the normal office supplies sitting in a neat little row. Behind his desk was a large floor to ceiling sheilf filled with random parafanilia. Loads of pictures of him with several politicians, some weren't even alive anymore. Most had been assasined. I was betting he was the one who arranged their deaths. Made me instantly dispise him.
"Ms. Kamiya, you're giving me a rather unfriendly look. May I ask why?" He said with with an almost Soujiro smile, empty and even a little dark.
"To be honest with you, I'm not sure why you want me."
"Why we want you? Because you're the best! I even not getting to you first, that Soujiro was lucky to have found you."
"Well, I'm sure you have more than enough talent here without me..."
"If we didn't need you, I would not have arranged for this meeting."
"Well, I'm sorry to burst your bubble Mr. Koaji, but I don't exactly see any incentive to help you.
After a good hour of moving through metal detectors, and having my weapons striped from me (which i didn't particularly like) and being questioned to make sure of my identity, let's just say my mood was lowering. significantly. I sat in the lobby of a suite on the 30th floor of an extravagent office building. The building had no official name, but was actually a government building filled with a miss match of suits and killers. This is where all the politicians got their protection when they felt threatened, and also where all the politicians got death handed out to them when they were *cough* behaving badly.
My patience was running thin as I glanced around the room for the hundreth time. White walls, a couple of potted plants, a bitchy lil secretary with horn rimmed glasses, sitting behind a metallic shiny desk, and dull grey carpeting that matched the dull grey chairs. When I thought about the extravagance of the gold and marble in the main lobby I got confused, but I tried not to care. Wasn't my building to decorate.
I had just about had enough, and was ready to walk the hell out, when a short man (5'6", my height) stepped out from the huge double door behind the secretary. The man was overly....round... and looked just about Jolly as a man in a red suite with a beard in the malls on Christmas day. His pink cheeks puffed out as he smiled at me.
"Ms. Kamiya! So glad to see you!" He stuck out a hand for me to shake. After hesitating for the breifest of moments, I took the hand. Well, no chance to bail now. "I'm Mr. Koaji, the vice president of this beautiful government establishment." He nodded at me, still shaking my hand.
"Thank you for the invite." I said quietly, staring at this man, Mr. Koaji. How the hell could anyone be so happy arranging the deaths of people he'd no doubt known personally. People he had no doubt gaurunteed the safety of at one point or the other.
"Please, come have a seat." He said, finally dropping my hand and leading me into his office. We waved a hand at one of the chairs infront of his desk, and I sat. I looked atound the room and noticed that it was just as ornately done as the lobby. His desk was a glass table top, held up by four plaster pillars, shaped like ionic columns. A very new computer sat on the glossy glass table top, along with a picture of a family, a complex looking phone, several stacks of paper, and the normal office supplies sitting in a neat little row. Behind his desk was a large floor to ceiling sheilf filled with random parafanilia. Loads of pictures of him with several politicians, some weren't even alive anymore. Most had been assasined. I was betting he was the one who arranged their deaths. Made me instantly dispise him.
"Ms. Kamiya, you're giving me a rather unfriendly look. May I ask why?" He said with with an almost Soujiro smile, empty and even a little dark.
"To be honest with you, I'm not sure why you want me."
"Why we want you? Because you're the best! I even not getting to you first, that Soujiro was lucky to have found you."
"Well, I'm sure you have more than enough talent here without me..."
"If we didn't need you, I would not have arranged for this meeting."
"Well, I'm sorry to burst your bubble Mr. Koaji, but I don't exactly see any incentive to help you.