Clenching his teeth as much as he did, the pain was becoming unbearable. At first, the man, bare-handed, begun punching him. Despite the fact that the sheer force of the repetitive smacking was bruising and grazing his cheekbones and shearing his pale skin, he still had the strength to hold on. He wouldn't submit... His mouth was filling with blood, his brain overloaded with the sensations of its thick, metallic, earthy taste and smell. He swallowed it, forcing what was previously the content of his own veins to slide down his throat, and at least be able to draw a breath in. What was before just a few thin streams of red, flowing down from the corners of his mouth, became rivers, getting caught in and staining his hay-colored hair and in small drops rolling down his face and neck. The white shirt was dirty and stained.<br/><br/>But when the blades came out, lashing across his exposed forearms, between the sleeves of his shirt, rolled up, and the binding on his wrists, he screamed. Their sharp edges weren't skewing deep, but they were spilling rivers upon rivers of crimson, in a dance flashing across what was once white, now dyed a deep red. He screamed curses, tears rolling down from his eyes and mixing with the blood on his face. "Let me be! Just f**king let me be!" he shouted, voice already sounding rugged from all the shouting.<br/><br/>For a moment, he stopped, staring into the eyes of the mask before himself. But even though he was covered in blood, his eyes remained the same cool grey, without any hint of his dedication wavering. “<span style="font-style: italic">If your Empress is as, grand, as you say she is, then why haven’t people like us, the so-called ‘scum’ been stopped and driven out? Why are you in this very situation? I have your answer; the Empress just doesn't give a damn about you, nor her subjects. They are all peons to her, beneath her. You are nothing to her but some pawn on a chess board.”</span>was what she told him.<br/><br/>He drew a sharp breath in, but that was quickly smacked out of him, a kick landing somewhere in his soft kidney and liver tissues, followed by a series of punches. That wasn't as bad as the cuts... Till one landed straight on his nose, snapping it out of place. He howled, a torrent of blood streaming down onto his mouth, and his eyes instinctively shut tightly, pushing the tears back. He rolled over, raising his bloodied and almost numb hands to crack it back, smearing red all over... Everything. He wanted to throw up, all of his body was in immense pain, agonized. "You know nothing." he growled.<br/><br/>It created such a twisted, sick smile on Yutaka's lips. He remembered this sort of feeling, when he saw a man bathed in blood, eyes begging for mercy that he wasn't going to give. Standing in the corner, tapping the phone against his lips, he let his eyes feast on the sight of Suketsune, crawling on the floor... Those eyes, looking up to him, challenging him.<br/>Defying him.<br/>Defying his authority, his absolute rule!<br/><br/>That pissed him off, so much, so much... The smile disappeared, turning into a frown, and he barged between his subordinates, bending down and grabbing Suketsune by the collar of his shirt. "Stop staring at me like that..." he hissed at him. Right now, it was his turn to play.<br/>Play.<br/>Play!<br/><br/>Yutaka was a strong man, a very strong one at that... With a simple flick of his arm, he hurled Suketsune into the wall, leaving a stain of red on its surface, just to have him collapse and crumble onto the floor. The pair of heavy boots thudded on the floor as he stepped forth, and crashed the steel tip of one of them onto Suketsune's left arm. With a sickening, loud crunch, the bones cracked,  another scream making its way out of Suketsune's mouth. "Stop looking at me like you own this place! If I want it, I will slit your neck, and you're going to bleed out like the pig you are!" Yutaka proclaimed loudly.<br/>Suketsune cackled, running his tongue along his blood-covered lips, and his eyes narrowed. Actually...<br/><br/>He didn't need the Council.<br/>He only needed the Empress.<br/><br/>"If you cut my throat... You're never gonna find out that there's... A way to the residence of white Shimura from the roof... And the spare keys from the Council halls." he spoke up, spitting out the blood that has gathered in his mouth. Once more, Yutaka's hand clenched around his collar, dragging him up. Poisonous yellow eyes stared from above the frame of the sunglasses into dark grey, and he slowly smirked, though that was impossible to discern underneath the scarf. One of his hands, gloved, pulled a paper tissue out of his pocket, pretentiously softly soaking the blood up from Suketsune's face. "Oh, you finally see what's good for you... That's great. Come on, and tell us some more." he whispered.<br/><br/>"The Hi'an family has... Bad security systems. Tomoshi... Sleeps with any girl under thirty with a big butt... And he's stupid. The Council building also... Has several vents from the roof, and some... Lead even to the main rooms." Suketsune talked, but to Yutaka, it was suspicious he so suddenly begun spilling out information on important Council members. He scoffed, dropping him back down onto the floor.<br/>"R, C, make sure that he tells no lies. I don't need to be running into cops." he scoffed, letting Suketsune drop onto the floor like a rag doll.