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  1. A Knee

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    Althea had been following a tip for a few weeks now, leading her to a large mansion outside the city limits. Her taxi driver would only take her so far, so the next mile was on foot. When she arrived at the large gates, her eyes narrowed. She circled the property, dodging guards and wandering eyes. She searched for a few minutes before finding a hole large enough to slide her slender body through. She crept along the property, glancing in windows and taking as many pictures as she could.
    She worked in silence, considering entering the establishment. She peaked her head through an empty window, pleased to see the room was empty. She gently raised the window a bit more, wide enough for her to get through. She started to squeeze her way into the mansion before a pair of hands wrapped around her hips. "Shit." She gulped before being yanked out.
    Three guards surrounded her, guns pointing and teeth baring. "Well what do we have here?" One of the men spat.
    Althea gulped, being yanked to her feet. The men spoke rapid japanese to eachother, too fast for Althea to understand. They wrapped their hands tightly around her hands, one man leading in the front. A burlap sack was tossed over her head, a tight rope fastened her arms behind her back. She was lifted and was brought blindly into the mansion. After a series of twists and turns, ones Althea couldn't memorize she was tossed on the ground. She yelped, trying to stand up. She was forced to her knees, a gun pointed at her head. The sack provided little visibility, but that was the point, right?
    "We found this rat snoopin' around," The man spoke in japanese, yanking the sack off of her head.
    Althea's eyes slowly adjusted to the light, they frantically shot around as she tried to identify her surroundings.
     
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    Lucien M. Durand Even angels have their wicked schemes.... Member

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    Hideyori was in the training hall that had been built on to the homestead, dedicated to his family line's 'Ryu' or school. It was a traditional term that denoted areas of practice that allowed for the warrior spirit to live on even as the samurai were being forced to give up their entire belief systems and codes of ethics that had been passed down for generations. Much as Hideyori's sword style or Kenjutsu or Kobudō (Old Martial Art) or a style of swordsmanship that predates the Meiji Era was the samurai abolished, and swords were outlawed. But, the spirit of the warrior never wavered even as the dead and dying lay on the battlefields and in their castles that had been besieged with modern cannons.

    It was often a common misconception that the samurai and those who supported the Tokugawa Shogunate, either didn't use firearms or felt they were dishonorable to use at all. Dishonor was not the case; by the waning days of the Bakumatsu, both sides implemented modern guns, training, and other advances. But, the Shogunate was as a ship sinking under the tides of inadequacy. The era of the samurai was coming to an end, but it would not go peacefully into the night. No, much blood was shed. Ironically, the traditionalists that wanted to keep Japan the way it was, wanted nothing to do with the outside world or its machinations--traded their beliefs for the keys to victory. And thus, modern Japan was born.

    Not overnight, mind you--no. The Boshin War and the battles for Ezo and Satsuma Rebellion took years, and many lives were lost. So, what does all this have to do with the Yakuza? First of all, Yakuza isn't one organization--its a conglomerate of many clans and affiliates. But some of these clans have existed for hundreds of years, started by ronin, samurai with no master to speak of to lead them, or vagabonds that wanted no part of the struggle between the Emperor's claim and the Shogunate's authority. Hideyori's ancestor was a ronin that had started the clan Shingitokaze-kai.

    Today, Shingitokaze-kai was one of the larger 'families' or clans. They had over 500 members. Hideyori was a shatei gashira. A high-ranking member of the Yakuza, who made sure that the kyodai, other high-ranking chapters of the group did their duties correctly. The flunkies outside, the new blood were called 'wakashu.' They were typically adolescent males, usual delinquents from schools that were hired on as 'soldiers.' They were there just as a show of force, not anyone important though if they did prove useful or skilled, they were given other positions--nothing too high up the proverbial food chain.

    Hideyori sat in the middle of the training hall, dressed in a black jacket made of thick silk that was tucked down beneath his pleated pants called 'hakama.' On his left hip was a shinken, a 'live';, a practical-use sword with a honed razor edge that was used to cut tatami mats as practice in the place of cutting through human flesh and bone. Yet swordsmanship transcended merely cutting an object or person; it was the acceptance of death and the preservation of life all at the same moment. It was a spiritual endeavor as much as a physical one.

    As Hidenori cleared his mind of all unnecessary distractions, his senses sharpened. He could hear the rustling of the shrubbery on the otherwise of the large stone wall that formed the inner courtyard. Someone was trying to sneak in...

    "Shit." He heard the word slip from his intruder's lips, unbeknownst to him it was a reporter who'd gone snooping for a scoop on of the largest clans that controlled most of eastern Kyoto.

    He then heard his men taunting her. They seemed eager to play with the mouse they caught. their voices were derisive, mocking, and ridiculing their more than likely hapless suspect. While on one hand, they were doing their duty--they were making sure that no intruders made it on to the grounds--they were doing so in a shameful manner. Even to an enemy, utmost respect must be praised and viewed. It would only serve to make you appear stronger. So with that, Hideyori rose to one knee then hoisted himself at his center of gravity to a full standing position.

    His sword was tucked through the girdle of his pleated pants and fastened with a red and gold cord called a 'saego' around and through the layers of knotted and neatly tied to what one could assume to be his beltline. Pivoting his feet stepped across the tatami matting that covered a richly colored dark walnut. He slid the Shoji door open partway, turned back around, and bowed respectfully before continuing on out of the expansive room. Hideyori would meet the collective group of wakashu outside with the girl positioned on her hands and knees upon one of the large square-shaped stepping stones.

    "We found this rat snoopin' around," One man said, pointing a gun at the woman's head.

    "And what is that?" Hideyori questioned, his deep voice was very authoritative, dominant, and imposing.


    The man looked at Hideyori, then the group around him who hadn't drawn their weapons as they knew better. He then looked the gun over.

    "It's a gun, sir?" There was confusion in the young man's voice.

    "I see that--are we at war with this 'rat'? Are you so afraid of a reporter you feel need to substantiate yourself by pulling a gun on an unarmed woman who probably couldn't beat you in a fistfight? Is that it? It must be, why else would you so foolishly draw your gun when there could be police walking around? Put it away." Hideyori commanded, his voice strict and firm, the lesser affiliate holstering his sidearm as ordered.

    "If I have to treat you like a child, I'll take it away the next time I see you necessarily use it. Killing an unarmed reporter bring bad press, and know what that means? I get yelled at and if I get yelled at--you're going to learn your place the hard way--really quick. Do I make myself clear?" Hideyori questioned eying the man before kneeling down and taking the cloth off Althea's head.

    "Hello there miss reporter, I'm guessing? No one else tries to get through security unless they either really want to fight--or they are hungry for a story. You don't look like much of a fighter, so I'm just going to take it you wanted an exclusive scoop and tried to climb through the small opening in the far wall? Yeah, I put that there on purpose. You see, if you make it seem like you can get through--you'll try to and when that happens--well, you get 10 security personnel to pull you from where you get stuck."
     
  3. A Knee

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    When the cloth was pulled from her face, a sneer presented itself. It was clear she was not happy. Then again, most wouldn't be after getting caught and harrassed. "I didn't get stuck. I got through just fine. Just got caught." She answered with a frown, her eyes narrowing. Though the fact that the hole was intentional did explain a bit- it had been shoddily cut and a little obvious. Althea scolded herself for not noticing the sign so quickly. "You're right, I'm just a reporter looking for a story. Now it's clear my idea has failed and you've all proved I'm no threat. So if you could just set me free, I'll be on my way." Althea hissed, her eyes flashing with anger.

    The guards had clearly learned their place and had immediately gone silent, taking a step back from the boss, embarassment and shame trailing over their faces.
     
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    "I didn't get stuck. I got through just fine. Just got caught." The woman said under her breath, she was berating herself for not realizing that he had intentionally made it seem easy to get inside.

    "Oh? If you didn't get stuck, then how come my men caught you, drug you out, and brought you all the way over here?" Hideyori questioned, tilting his head letting his long dark hair fall along his handsome features.

    He had ruggedly attractive facial characteristics. His dark brown eyes staring at her as he was crouched to her level, dressed like a modern-day samurai complete with a sword at his waist. his face was lightly bearded, not too thick or clean-shaven. It made him look and appear dignified. He was regal looking; his clothing was hand made and tailored to fit exactly as it needed to. And his voice, although snide in some regards was calming and disarmingly entrancing.

    "You're right, I'm just a reporter looking for a story. Now it's clear my idea has failed and you've all proved I'm no threat. So if you could just set me free, I'll be on my way." The reporter's voice spoke with a great deal of embarrassment for being so careless and falling for something that was too easy.

    "Now, now--we haven't even had tea yet--besides I am curious as to what makes a reporter bold enough to try and sneak into my estate in the middle of the night. So come on then--unless you'd rather hang out with these fine gentlemen some more." Hideyori gave Althea a questioning glance, knowing the answer was that he was preferable to them even if only by a small margin.
     
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    She had noticed the man's looks, but it really didn't distract her. She frowned at the mans inquiry, but accepted her newfound fate. Hey- it was better then suffering at the hands of the guards. She shooed them away from herself, giving her a bit more room. She pushed herself to her feet, brushing off her pants with a mutter. "So be it." She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing accusingly.

    She had waited for him to walk before beginning to follow, the guards kept an eye on her. Her hands snuck behind her back and she offered the guards her middle finger. She glanced over her shoulder with a smirk and continued onwards. If nothing else good would come of this, at least she could write on hell of a story. She could already imagine the headlines. Young reporter kidnapped and questioned by a gang? No it would have to be better then that.
     
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    The 45-year old Hideyori sauntered leisurely towards the sliding front door, he stepped aside allowing Althea to enter the fine establishment first, was just inside, was a lower level floor This was called genkan and it was a place considered 'unclean' as it was the place where one would remove their shoes--or in Hideyori's case, his straw sandals. He did so without hesitation or issue and made sure to point for Althea to let her know to take her shoes off before entering any further. After she had taken her shoes off and he had made sure she did, she would step up and into the rest of the highly ornately designed homestead.

    As she would follow in his wake like a lost child in a strange new place, her eyes would absorb the richness of the cultural aesthetic of the house. The craftsmanship was remarkable. Traditional Japanese carpenters had, through the years, developed advanced joinery techniques without using nails. Complex wooden joints tied with rope were seen as was the traditional frames called 'wagoya' which had a post-and-lintel design. Hideyori's estate was 'layered' with sliding panels made of thick, opaque rice paper that was, for wealthier individuals, highly decorated with ink murals and portraits of classical Japanese art called Yamato-e, whereas for the regular or common individual very plain often just white with a black frame. The stylistic motifs on these panels could vary; seasonal changes, depictions of heroic battles, and legendary creatures. They were works of art
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    Fusuma acted as paneled 'walls' and 'doors' to rooms. The layout of a Japanese home built to the standards of the old conventional ways was that the sliding fusuma acted as partitions, separating the different chambers. Yet, when needed, the panels could be pulled back and a room could be quite exponentially expanded upon as Japanese homes were quite small and regulated space, often in very creative ways such as hidden or built-in storage compartments or closets. Hideyori, walking softly over the dark stained wooden floor with his tabi socks with the reporter behind him, led the young woman to the living room or what was considered to be the living room. He slid the panel open for her to take a step inside. It was very immaculate; everything seeming to be placed 'just so' in a way that gave off a cultured and educated vibe.


    It was a well-lit room, warmly illuminated by several lamps along the walls and the lights in the ceiling. The walls were sparsely populated with objects; pictures, works of art, and other such items that perhaps would catch Althea's eye, but not hold or captivate her attention for long. There was an enclosed walkway, an engawa, at the far side of the room that overlooked one of the expansive home's zen rock gardens. It would look like a window until you got closer and realized it too would slide back and allow her to venture into the enclosed veranda.
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    "Please, make yourself comfortable. I will go prepare something to drink." Hideyori spoke politely, showing that despite his demeanor and position in the Yakuza clan--he carried himself with aloofness and humility to his character as well as taking responsibility for a guest's enjoyment--even if they were uninvited.

    Upon leaving the room, Hideyori would cover but a small distance before he would enter the kitchen. While he did have modern appliances, whenever he could Hideyori lived a very simplistic life. As such, he had his home built in such a way that it actually had two kitchens. One was more modern and one was more old-fashioned. He turned into the one that was less modern and housed an iroi; a traditional Japanese sunken hearth.

    However, despite his usual approach to making tea, Hideyori decided against using the iroi and opted instead to simply fills tea kettle full of water and waited for it to just about boil before taking it off the stove and turning the stove off. He sifted the matcha tea powder into two ceramic cups and carefully poured the tea into them. He placed the cups onto a small tray and carried it back to the room which he'd left Althea to wait in--hoping she had stayed put. Although, with a reporter as brave and gutsy as she was or seemed to be--he wouldn't be surprised too much to find her wandering around looking for evidence of any kind.

    When he approached the door, he took to his knees, set the tray down, and slid the door open. "I have brought some green tea, I hope that is alright--I don't much drink a whole lot else this late in the evening." He told Althea as he grabbed the tray, stood up, and carried it to the small, short-legged table setting one cup down for her first before setting his down second.

    Everything Hideyori did seemed...deliberate. It seemed calculated and methodical yet had a simplistic grace and dignity to it.

    Hideyori seated himself in an upright posture, with his back straight and on his knees. He sat across from Althea, showing her again, his respect towards her despite her venturing onto his property without so much as an invitation.

    "I would like to get to know more about you--" Hideyori spoke up, his tone calm and deep. "For example, does my admirer have a name--or would she like me to call her Ms. Reporter for the duration of her stay?" He took a sip of the steaming hot tea. "I'd also like to know what she would risk getting shot over, wandering on to privately own property--surely there are more sensible ways of asking questions, right?"
     
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    Althea flat out thought she was going to be shot on site, but surprisingly they had kept her alive. Well all follow their leader's orders. She was pretty surprised herself that he hadn't flat out ordered her execution, but then again the only things she really knew about the Yakuza came from the fast and furious movies. So she doubted those were reliable sources. Thea wasn't sure how she felt about the leader either. His surprising kindness and respect shook her to say the least. She entered the beautiful building, trying to hide her amazment. She forced a scowl over her excitment.

    She watched as he removed his shoes, looking towards her, signaling what her task was. She was used to this, most of her friends had rules like that, she assumed it was all apart of the culture, a culture she obviously didn't know a lot about. She was well versed in her own culture, so removing her shoes before enter a Thai home or temple, was usual. But you only did so if you truly respected the place or the person. It was a sign of honor and value, and at the particular moment, she wasn't really feeling any form of respect towards her captor, but then again she did want to live. Althea sighed as she untied her boots, carefully slipping her feet out of them, and placing them neatly by the door.


    She followed him farther inside the house and became more and more mesmorized with the art and culture that was packed neatly into the home. It was immaculate, not even a hint of dust lingered on the shelves. She was impressed, as much as she refused to admit it. She followed him silently, stopping every once and a while to admire the beautiful artwork covering the walls. Japanese art had really always amazed her. It was always so detailed and beautiful.

    Althea entered the living room when her motioned towards it. There she let out a breath she had been holding back. She walked towards the wide windows and gazed out the window at a beautiful garden. She had always had a spot soft for nature. She admired the beautiful flowers, imagining the fragrant scents. She didn't dare leave the area, not yet at least. She wasn't sure what kind of security or what kind of people were monitoring her every move.

    She tensed as he spoke before relaxing a bit, knowing she would be given a moment alone to process all of her thoughts. She tore herself away from the garden and looked around the room silently, jotting down mental notes. Her hand reached to her back pocket, her hand instinctively reaching for her phone. She stopped as she remembered all that had been taken from her. Althea let out a quiet sigh, running her hands through her short black hair before letting them fall to her sides.

    Althea carefully made her way towards the small sitting area. She sat down at an empty spot, biting down on her tongue, anxiety coursing through her veins. Her head turned as he reentered holding the drinks. She watched as she sat down and analyzed his demeanor, which was surprisingly relaxed in contrast to her own. She was on high alert, ready to try and fight for her life if she had to.

    She let out a snort as he referred to her as an 'admirer', hell she was far from it. She was trying to spread the word so she could get them all prosectued and put in prison where they belonged. She sighed, knowing revealing her name would place her as a target, but damn she already was one. "Althea Xuno," Althea responded simply, taking a small sip of the tea, "Apologies, but it's not like it's easy to set up an interview with a leader of organized crime. And I simply wanted to get some insider information. It's clear I made a mistake and I learned my lesson, now if you were to just let me go you wouldn't hear from me again."
     
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    "Althea, Althea Xuno." The reporter responded having scoffed at his comment about her being an admirer of sorts. It came out as a sort of snort like she was looking down her long slender nose at him. Either way, he found it endearing and personally her confidence as conceited as it might have been; booming voice and terrible manners a sort of a breath of fresh air. The well dressed, ruggedly handsome Japanese man smile as he mixed the matcha with the boiling hot water after grinding the green leaves up into a fine powder. He grabbed the cup and set it before Althea. The exchange seemed natural and she watched him make it so it wasn't spiked with any narcotics.

    Making himself a cup, he set the tray down next to himself. "Althea Xuno," Hideyori repeated. He placed his vascular, rough hands around the heated porcelain mug. He was still smiling.

    "Not every day you get a beautiful Thai reporter stalking you. Although, to me, you don't look Thai; they usually have dark skin. But whatever, I'm not gonna complain!" He watched as Althea swallowed hard, surprised, and taken aback by the flattery.

    "Apologies, but it's not like it's easy to set up an interview with a leader of organized crime. And I simply wanted to get some insider information. It's clear I made a mistake and I learned my lesson, now if you were to just let me go you wouldn't hear from me again." Althea stated firmly.

    "If I were to just let you go? Now, why would I do a thing like that? You're like a moth that's crawled it's way into my fine web here. Come now, don't be scared--" Hideyori pulled his back by the collar. There wasn't a single firearm on the man, let alone a knife. "--See? No weapons I'm not going to dispatch you like a rabid dog or something." Hideyori straightened out his haori, his dark kimono was flush with his athletic, wiry physique which showed years of dedication to martial traditions. Which they were Althea would have no real idea only what she had seen in movies. Karate? Probably. Kendo? More than likely. Kyudo or archery was another past time for those who dedicate themselves to martial arts. It was not a requirement though it was definitely a skill to be appreciated.

    "Well, Altha, Xuno--I am Hideyori Sanada. Ian 45-years old." Hideyori stared down at the moss green liquid. "All my life I was treated...differently. My mother was Chinese and South Korean--my father, the Oyabun, or in the West's terms the Godfather. The Yakuza..what can I say? Where do I start?" Hideyori smiled, a facade he wore to make things seem okay and everything was according to plan...

    "The Yakuza, or gokudō or the "extreme path" though the police would insist on labeling us all bōryokudan or "violent gangs." Hideyori laughed amused by the derogatory term to such a degree despite it being true--yet not as much as one would think. "Many Yakuza, especially men of my age or older don't see ourselves as wantonly violent. Violent we can certainly be; but there are times and places for that action to be taken and its not a decision made lightly--even by the head of the Clan. So tell me, Althea, why should I let you go? I've had to maim, dismember, disembowel and kill others for less. Tell me your story--maybe I'll let you walk right out of here..."

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    She watched carefully as he presented his lack of weapons. That made her relax a little, but she still had to be precautious. Her eyes trailed down his body, his muscles were rather prominent and Althea believed if he wanted to kill her, he wouldn't need a weapon. She gulped down her fears before taking another drink of the tea. The fact that he told her flat out he wasn't interested in letting her go sent a pang of fear through her chest. She listened to his words, taking note of his name. Hideyori. She let herself release a half smile. Her mind lingered on the compliment, even though she tried to push it from her mind. And yet it still remained. Heat dared to travel onto her cheeks. She forced the feeling from her body before beginnning her own story.

    "If you must hear, so be it. You are correct, I am Thai. I was born in Thailand and lived there until I was ten. Then we moved to America. I spent the rest of my life there. I became a journalist and traveled the world... Got a job here, moved, hired as an investigative reporter. I was following a sting of several murders- which brought me here." She replied simply. "Gotta say, I wasn't expecting this... At least you. I expected a man who would've had me killed on site, not treat me to tea." She chuckled, rising to her feet.

    Althea ran her fingers through her hair and she slowly walked around the room with a smile. "Like I said, not what I was expecting. Didn't think a mob boss would be living in a temple. I thought you'd be living in like a mansion or an underground lair, not a place so easy to get into." She smirked as she continued to admire the beautiful artwork lining the walls.
     
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    "If you must hear, so be it," Althea said confidently enough even as her cheeks were if only briefly illuminated by a slight tinge of pink.

    "You are correct, I am Thai. I was born in Thailand and lived there until I was ten. Then we moved to America. I spent the rest of my life there." She told Hideyori who seemed almost entranced by her words, bewitched by them.

    "I became a journalist and traveled the world... Got a job here, moved, hired as an investigative reporter. I was following a string of several murders- which brought me here." She confessed, embarrassment becoming all the more apparent the sound of her own words.

    Was it all just a hoax, a dead end to make the Yakuza look like ruthless, cold-blooded killers? There had to be more to it. Hideyori watched carefully as Althea stood up and began investigating the marvels of traditional Japanese art. Everything about Hidyori screamed for the old ways; a bygone era that came to a bloody conclusion when the Samurai were subdued. One portrait, in particular, had caught her interest and her focus zoned out anything else.

    Like I said, not what I was expecting. Didn't think a mob boss would be living in a temple. I thought you'd be living in like a mansion or an underground lair, not a place so easy to get into." Althea spoke in earnest.

    It wasn't until Althea felt a very solid, undulating chest and stomach press squarely into the small of her spine. It fit perfectly like he was a missing puzzle piece. A rugged, face that was a mixture of Korean, Chinese, and Japanese features. He had the narrow jawline of a Chinese man, the long luxurious tresses of a Korean, and the staunch dignified appearance of a Japanese native. Hideyori brandished a somewhat patriarchal dark and rugged beard with a somewhat thick black mustache. His eyes too were more open to viewing rather than narrow or slanted.

    "Hmm, that ones 1903 I believe--you can tell by the art style at the time." A velvety smooth voice spoke quietly to Althea who turned, backing away suddenly. She back paced until she was flush a rich laden wooden wall with pristine glass that allowed one to view the outside Zen garden. Hideyori smiled


    "This isn't a temple, silly. Mansions are overrated--though I suppose you could say this is the equivalent to a mansion." Hideyori conceded. " I can show you the temple if you'd like. It's not far--and it's much safer with me around than wandering around with no id or phone--So what's it going to be?" Hideyori leaned towards Althea with a soft grin.

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    Her whole body tensed as she felt him against her. Althea had never felt anything quite like it. His body just fit on her own. Her throat felt tight and her mouth went dry. His soft warm breath seemed to tingle as it touched her skin, her body almost wanting more. Which of course was against all mental wishes.

    She gulped and slowly turned, backing up, her mouth stuttered words, her face was the color of roses and she didn't know what to do. He began to approach again, so she continued back before she was stopped. Her hand found the glass wall that she had once peered out of. Now she was trapped in between him and the wall. Her heart raced, her knees felt weak. Her mouth went dry while other parts dared not to follow suit. A feeling was waging war against her logic. A feeling she had never felt before. She gulped down a cold breath of air before letting out a small breath. She managed only a small nod in response to his question, her body unable to create any other form of response. God she felt stupid. Yet weirdly alive. Something had been started inside of her, a flame that has never been lit before. Well whatever it was, she wasn't a fan of what it was doing to her. She felt excited yet terrified, happy yet angry. She couldn't explain it even if she tried.
     
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    Hideyori smiled generously, his face once holding a discernable scowl as he leaned closer, and closer getting nearer to Althea's lips. She would almost faintly feel his lips skim over hers--not a true kiss of any kind but the subtle games he played, the 4D chess he was scheming with--it would no doubt make her heart flutter with frightening anticipation and yet--a part of her still wanted to withdraw. What was she doing? He was a gokudō, a Yakuza--whatever you wanted to call him he had blood on his hands, more than the likes she had ever seen in her young life. Thailand was a country rife with exploitation.

    The closer he leaned the more his intoxicating scent filled Althea's sense of smell, clouding her mind; a hazy, foggy place with billowing white cotton clouds. The initial aroma was a woodsy cedar scent, followed by a leathery fragrance, and topping it off was a bit of spiciness from honey-flavored whiskey. It was a knock-out combination that sought to overwhelm her thoughts, control them as the scent lingered as he leaned back. Still smiling kindly, his hand lightly held behind his back; taut forearms bore the lines of musculature from his technique he'd honed over nearly two decades.

    "Great, if you will follow me Althea-san, we will head through the back entrance!" He said gleefully turning, his tabi socks gliding across the tatami matting that covered the hardwood floors just beneath.

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    He led her, room by spacious room through the estate; the fusuma doors one depicting in colorful traditional Japanese art pine, fir, and bamboo. The estate was...expansive to say the least. But they came to another entry where two pairs of sandals awaited them. Hideyori easily slipped into the sandals and continued forwards until he slid the Shoji open for Althea. He took a slight bow as he waited for her to slip the sandals on and move through the threshold and out into the wide-open space covered in vermilion leaves from Japanese maple trees that dotted the courtyard.

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    He then led her to the stairs, lit by numerous candles on both sides. Hideyori lent his arm out. "Wouldn't want you to slip and falls down the steps," He jokingly said to her.
     
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    As she felt him near, her body tried to shrink into the wall, but there was no where else to go. Her heart pounded, her breathing was hasty and shallow. Despite how terrified she was, her eyes slowly closed. She felt his lips gently gloss over her own. She wasn't sure if this was a kiss or not, but it rattled her bones.

    His scent curled around her like a soft blanket, the scents pulled her from her world and off into a realm of new experience. She found herself pausing to simply identify all that her nose craved. The smell was intoxicating to say the least. Her mind was still in a haze as he pulled back, his scent slowly leaving with him.


    Althea allowed her eyes to open as she took in a shaky breath of air, gulping it down as soon as it reached her lips. She blindly nodded and began to follow him, trying to make sense of the situation. He kissed her? No. That couldn't have been a kiss. Oh god what was she doing? Althea forced the thoughts from her mind, regaining her logic.

    She followed him into the room with the sandals. He was quick to slide them onto his feet, the other pair was obviously left for her, so she followed suit. Althea slowly put on the sandals, that were a tad larger then her feet, leaving for quite and awkward fit. Althea forced herself to her feet and walked out into the courtyard. She let out a quiet gasp, her eyes filled with wonder. It was beautiful. The trees loomed overhead seeming to direct them towards the steps of the temple. The candles flickered with life, guiding therm up.

    When Hideyori offered out his arm, she took it without even thinking, her eyes still scanning the beautiful forest.
     
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    With every step they took, walking along with large flat stones and leaving the Zen gardens relatively undisturbed, and by relatively that meant every five minutes or few steps she was walking off the path the view the expansive ponds with large koi fish, large silvery-white fishe which darted to and fro in the clear waters of the pond which the temples grand structure was built in. Across the way of the large pond that was several feet deep at the very least and 20-feet across, was a lit-up small shack where the kancō or abbot stayed in modesty and humility. Eventually though, Hideyori cajoled the young reporter back toward the temple. She was so awestruck, it was difficult not to find her amazement enedearing.

    Hideyori had finally gotten Althea to the top of the large flight of stone steps; their way illuminated by candles. Their arms joined together as though heading to the temple for the nuptials like their matrimony was just at the tops of the steps. Hideyori was staring straight forwards almost vacantly, while Althea remained mesmerized and captivated by the large lavender colored wisteria trees which had long, low hung stalks with numerous blossoms. However, one misstep and Althea lost her footing, only lifting her foot high enough to catch the edge of the the higher step.

    In the fraction of a second the thai woman began to drift backwards, falling freely. Her heart surely palpitating, adrenaline bracing her ffor what was to be an inevitably painful impact before her right wrist was caught by a firm, unyeilding and coarse hand. He'd spun and caught her thankfully. He pull ed her up to the ledge, one hand came to press solidly to her firm buttocks yet he, her chest was pushed against his and her modest bust could feel how hard his chest was; how it undulated as it slimmed down his obliques and abs. Even through the thick robes, she could feel his staunch build; honed and taut tightened from years of rigorous training--and no doubt a few fights and sparring sessions.

    "Be more careful," He chided her softl, brushing stray hair from her face and tucking it behind her left ear.

    "Come, we are almost there." Hideyori coaxed Althea, when they reached the pinnacle of the stair way, they were above those same maple trees that inspired so much awe in her before.

    Before stepping into the polished wooden walkway, Hide slipp of his sandals once more and stepped up to the well swept and washed deck turned and lent his hand out for Aletha who'd learned her lesson about paying attentiomn. She slipped her feet free of the straw sandals and took Hideyori's hand nd was promptly lifted to the deck as well. From where they stood they could practically see the surrounding mountains including a water fall, as well as the expanse and breadth of the compound.

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    He led her down the rampart, the maples and sakura trees swaying in the gentle breeze. There was a natural calmness here, a state of total peace. The floors were so waxed and polished Althea could see why Hide had not treaded on to it with his sandals. He admired the monks and abbot's dedicartion. He then slid a fusuma door open, the thick, decorative gateway pened to a candle lit room of worship. Hideyorri, a crime bros knelt toboth knees nowing steeply to the before the beautiful statuette of the Buddah. It would surprise her for sure for a man of his stature to be so...humble.
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    Sitting back on the balls of his feet he rose once more and placed his hand mistakenly on Althea's ass. It was a momentary lapse, a split second reaction as she turned to slap Hide onlly to have her wrist ensared, his Aikdo technique was a marvel to behold. he then took her other arm and walked her backwards unto her back was flush with a large wooden beam. His eyes looked into hers questioningly, then they trailed down...down to her lips and bounced to her eyes. He leaned in seemingly impervious to embaressment, and pressed his smooth lips to Thea's releasing aa rush of endorphins, adrenaline making her feeling surpringly...elated...
     
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    She was captivated by the sheer beauty of the temple that by the time she had lost her footing, reality hit her like a pound of bricks. She felt her foot slide over the step, she tried to flail forward , but it was too late she began to fall. Her body prepared itself, but was ultimately quite confused when she was caught. She felt his hand pull her towards him, his hand in a rather uncomfortable spot. Her body was pressed against his own, causing her to gulp down a breath for no discernable reason. The feeling of his hand brushing against her face cause her heart to skip a beat. Damn maybe Chisuke was right.... I do need a boyfriend. She thought to herself.

    When he pulled away she allowed herself to breathe normally, her heart returning to it's gentle and soft beat. She followed him deeper into the temple, removing her shoes when it appeared she was supposed to. Althea gasped softly as she looked over the mountains, the beauty caused words to leave her mouth and thoughts to vanish from her mind. She closed her eyes as she took in a breath of cool air, allowing them to open once she was done.

    Althea followed him into the next room, smiling at the humility of the statue of Buddha. She gave a small bow of respect to the statue, murmuring a soft prayer before arising. It was incredibly peaceful. Well until she felt Hideyori's hand rest against her lower. In a moment of anger she raised her hand to slap him, freezing as her hand was caught. "Shit," She said quickly.

    She began to panic as she was pushed back, thinking she was going to die. But oh god was she wrong. How could've anyone been ready for that. When her back hit the post, her heart pounded, her eyes locked on his. She wanted to run but felt frozen. And when he started to lean in... A mental rug was just ripped out from under her feet, allowing her to fall down into a dark realm of excitement and lust. His touch was passionate and gentle. Her body craved for it while her mind begged her to stop. She felt alive, yet dead. Scared, yet elated. Terrified, yet wanting more.
     
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    Hide felt the girl tense up as he put a leg forwards firmly, his toes meeting the beam, his knee which pressed up against Thea's groin, but pushed against the structural support and had parted her thighs just far enough apart. There was a myriad of things he could do--some of things Hide fully was aware that the reporter believed he just may be capable of. Hide had leaned ever closer to Thea, his hands took her unruly, unwilling wrists and bound both above the toned figured woman’s dark-haired head.

    Despite her resistance, however much it was, as Hide leaned in, long flowing black hair that rolled down past his lean, wiry and veiny shoulders, and arms. His limbs, though, obscured by long flowing sleeves of his colorful kimono did flash glimpses of his staunch, sturdy limbs musculature. He was not built too muscular, too big. He was a bit more broadly built than even some of his subordinates. He was still only 5’11 but his arms, hardened hands which pressed palm first to her firm, well-defined abdomen in a very sensual, very tender manner.

    Hideyori’s touch was almost artistic, it had a certain emotional expression to its method as his hand rose from Thea’s navel, to the pillowy valley of her breasts. Of course, he would dare now slip his hand under a woman’s shirt despite hers being somewhat of a tank top. No, his hand followed the trail over top her clothing, showing he respected and was considerate enough not to violate that boundry even if he was pushing the envelope as much as he was already.

    The Shimada clansman’s rough hand slid up over the exposed area of Thea’s chest near the tops of her well-proportioned breasts near the small, thin shoulder straps that lay over the subtle curves of the Thai woman’s visible collar bone. His warm hand ran up her long, limber neck to her cheek as his face neared hers as his head tilted and Hide took her lips into his in a sensual, provocative manner. The kiss was sweet like chocolate melting on the tongue, yet, it was spicy and every bit teasing before released her, stepping back with a sly grin knowing very well how he had gotten under the reporter’s skin.
    “You are free to go, Althea Xuno-san,” Hideyori stated calmly and deliberately with a deeper baritone timbre.

    Stepping back, his hands once again folded behind him as he nodded back towards where they had come from. He had decided she was not a threat, not a true one any ways. Hide led Althea all the way back to the house where they swapped one pair of footwear for their originals at the front door. Hide walked her out the front door where they were at once joined by several guards, all dressed alike in three-piece suits with dark blazers, white button ups, and black slacks and black leather shoes that were well-polished.

    “She’s no threat, and more so understands the implications if she were to...” Hide looked over at Thea, he had changed back to the crime leader, the Wakagashira then looked back at the collective group. “...step out of line.” He averred. “Give her back her belongings—make sure she makes it home.” Hideyori ordered the coterie of clansmen.

    “I’m not so sure, Sanada-sama—she's a reporter. A snitch! We should just kill the bitch.” One member said brazenly stepping up to Althea. He was a younger member, in his early twenties. “I’m going to have fun with you.” He’d threaten.

    “Kenji,” Hide held out his hand. “Give me your gun.” Hideyori ordered, and immediately a pistol was placed in the Wakagashira’s hand. Hide, without warning pulled the slide of the 9mm back cocking the gun, lifted and open fired. Three rounds struck the chest of the clansman who dropped to his knees in befuddlement and confusion. Hideyori walked calmly up to the mortally wounded man and drew the gun to point the barrel at his forehead.

    Fear grew visibly in the man’s eyes as it dawned on him—too little too late. “Yes,” Hide seemed to answer the man’s vexation. “This IS happening.” Hide slowly squeezed the trigger, the round erupting from the barrel with an explosive crack and plunged into the forehead of the once fellow criminal whose head jerked back violently. The hollow point mushroomed, bulging as it perforated the brain and exploded out the back leaving a much larger wound.

    The man’s head bobbed; his eyes rolled back in their sockets before his body slowly leaned back until it just collapsed in a heap. Four rounds. Three for three discrepancies—a fourth for mercy. Hideyori walked back to Kenji and handed him the gun back.

    “Make sure she gets home safely—and in one piece.” Hideyori ordered, his voice calm and collected as if nothing happened then headed on back to the estate while four men lifted the body of a former member. Three others, gently persuaded Thea to follow them to a black car, handing her back her belongings.

    Althea Xuno got her answer that night...
     
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    She gasped as he parted her legs, forcing his body against her own. Her first instinct was to push him away, but once her wrists were forced against the pole. As he leaned in, her breathing became more rapid, her heart pounding against her ribcage. And yet she craved his kiss. His hand traveled around her body, his touch gentle and passionate. Even after his hand left one spot the feeling lingered.

    Once his lips hit her own, a small sigh of relief that she hadn't intended on releasing left her body. His touch was like magic. Her body felt warm, leaning into his touch. As soon as it had started, the kiss had ended and he began to pull away. A buried part of her wished he would've continued, but she kept that below. When he spoke to her, a look of confusion crossed her face. He was letting her go?

    She followed him once again, pushing up the strap of her tank top that had dared to venture off her shoulder. She gentle wiped her lips with her finger, running her hands through her hair, trying to rebuild herself. Althea was really just trying to make it look like she wasn't... well... You know.

    When he looked back at her, her heart dared to skip a beat or two, blush traveling over her face. Though his guard's suggestive words and wandering eyes sunk fear deep into her heart. Thea subconsciously took a step towards Hideyori, ready to reach out to him if she had to. He'd help her right? God she had a lot of questions.

    What she wasn't expecting was the gun. The three shots caused Thea to gasp and stumble away from the man she thought she kind of trusted. The blasts sunk into the air like a deep sickness. Althea felt tears dart her cheeks, her hands trembling. As the gun was placed to the man's head she wanted to scream but couldn't. Althea just watched in horror as the man's life was brutally ended.

    She stared at Hideyori in disbelief. How could the same gentle and loving touch cause such destruction. She was scared and yet... She still wanted to be around him. Althea gripped her belongings close to her chest as she slid into the car, taking one last look at the strange man.

    She didn't remember giving the men her address but before she knew it, she stood inside her apartment building. The first thing she did was take a shower, trying to wash the memories off, yet the feeling of his touch still dared to linger. The sound of the gunshots rang through her mind. She wanted him and yet wanted to stay as far away from him as possible.

    Althea decided on writing the story in the morning and chose that getting some sleep might be the best option. She laid down in her bed and stared at the ceiling, her mind still trailing back to Hideyori as much as she wished they wouldn't. She forced her eyes closed and allowed herself to drift into a dreamless sleep.
     
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    One week later...

    Hideyori Sanada of the Shimabata-kai organization in the region of Japan's main island, Honshū was sitting in his office at his estate located in the Kamigyō-ku ward of the Kyoto prefecture in Kyoto. Around himself were his underlings, his juniors--the men under his direct control. There were two main groups within the clan, and indeed, with most traditionalist yakuza clans: the Waka gashira and the shatei gashira--then there was the saiko-komon who was the chief advisor to the Oyabun's secretaries, lawyers, and accountants. Hideyori was the Oyabun's right hand man, however, being that he was the waka gashira and was the most doggedly loyal of the nearly 25 men throughout the estate.

    Standing by the Kummicho his hands neatly folded over his elegant and well-balanced classic fit with inspiration drawn from the end of the 1940s to the beginning of the 1950s. Made with sharkskin a worsted two-tone it as a lightweight and wrinkle free material that was ofted ued in worsted suits. His charcoal color suit had peak lapel; hand-finished, double-stitched silk button hole. Structured shoulders., two-button front with horn buttons. Front flap pockets, ticket pocket, and hand-cut chest welt pocket.

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    A fellow member of the clan, the Shategashira a slightly older man than Hideyori was, but dressed as equally impressive but was missing both his right pinky and ring finger. Hideyori still had all his well mannicured yet calloused fingers. Daimicho Arata or "Dai" as he was referred to by everyone who held high positions and knew him. Hideyori was informed that a black Nissan Accura was parked outside the gate and there was a woman on the intercom asking for him. Hideyor turned to his Kummoichi and knelt placing his hand forged sword on the ground in front of him; if the Oyabun had so wished his Kummoichi could behead him for this indescretion yet he was allowed to attend to the affair. Bowing further to the floor Hideyori then took his ancestral tachi with a lion and headed outside waving the gatekeeper to open the gate as Hideyori stood complacently, his sword in one hand as Althea drove up into the compound.

    "You couldn't stay away, could you Ms. Xuno." Hideyori siled softly, his deep almond-shaped hazel eyes watched the woman exit.


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    It had been a split second decision. She had hopped into her car and drive without stopping to the beautiful estate, her mind racing as she neared his home. When she pulled up to the gate a few guards had stopped her but after realizing who she was, they allowed her through. Althea was then instructed to wait for Hideyori to arrive. Anxiety piled in her chest as she saw him approach. She slowly stepped from the car, her hands shaking slightly as she clasped them tightly in front of her. She gulped down a breath, unsure whether to be frightened or ecstatic. This is what she wanted, right?

    Though the fact he was carrying a sword was a bit frightening, she didn't believe he had any intention to hark her. If what she believed was true, he also cared for her. At least that's what she hoped. If not then she was going to look like a damn fool for showing up. "Clearly." She joked with a smirk, motioning to her car behind her.


    She had somewhat dressed up for the event, opting for a simple black skirt and a white button up. It was an outfit she occasionally wore for work, but seeing what he was in made her feel rather underdressed.
     
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    As Thea drew closer to Hideyori his cologne, while not overpowering was breathtaking: The composition was a sharp, crisp, and mysterious fragrance. Top notes included zesty citruses of bergamot and grapefruit. These aromas were paired with herbaceous lavender and spicy nutmeg. Lily of the valley, Bulgarian rose, jasmine, and iris, made up the heart notes, lending a full body of floral balm. The heart of the mysterious trail of leather accords was enhanced with spices, black pepper, woods, and vetiver. Cedar, moss, tonka beans, amber, and chocolate were the rich base notes. Both warm and earthy, it provided his scent with a savory heft.

    "Showing up unannounced yet again, tsks tsk tsk, are we going to be making a habit of this?" He mocked playfully teasing her. "I suppose I should be thankful you didn't try to fit your car through that hole--that'd havebeen awkward to say the least." He continued.

    Hide quietly eyed the woman's black, pleated skirt that hung just about mid thigh; dark pantyhose denied the appearence of her creamy silky skin but also made his imagination curious. She wore a white, ruffled blouse that was partially unbuttoned at the top exposing some cleavage. Her attire was obviouly meant to be easy on the eyes--which she was. She didn't need huge tits to make what she had enticing. In fact, it wasn't her chest that was provocative to him--it was her shapely hips they way they formed a v-shape with her lissome figure.

    "So what brings you back?," Hide inquired gently and set the sword on end, white gloved hands overlapping the pommel as it stood erect. " Dont suppose you have a change of clothes--my compatriots will be starting quite a bit at you in that--honestly, I'd rather it be my treat alone."
     

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