Ryu’s eyes glowed with a deep blood lust that cried out to be appeased. A need so deep he wasn’t sure how he kept from jumping forwards and slicing his blade straight into the man’s heart at just the right angle to cause an extremely slow agonizing death. It was only the thinnest of loyalty. A blood debt no less, that kept him from giving into his need for human extermination. That tiny small shell of loyalty he owed to a man he would not, no could not, betray. That was all that held him back. All that stilled his blades. Had he not been following protocol he’d have licked the blood from his knife just to get the taste of it in his mouth. It always brought such a lovely feeling to feel the blood of another. That rich stick sap that was the very life essence of another. Yes, what a taste.<br/><br/>Ryu preferred the brute force of violence and pain as his motivators for loosening a tongue, but he had to admit the woman was brilliant at words. Something Ryu had little skill for. He’d never been one for much talking. In fact Ryu could go all day without so much as more then two or three words. Sometimes not even a single word. He wasn’t very educated and he knew it. His language wasn’t very ‘extensive’ and he knew that too. He didn’t really care, it’s not like it embarrassed him, but it did piss him off a lot. It always had. Then again a lot of things piss him off. Including being indoors and off the streets. That was always something that got right under his skin like a parasite and began to chew on him.<br/><br/>He watched as Yutaka lost control and grinned wryly, even though no one could see it. His smile was dangerous and it was filled with a deep desire to spill the mans blood some more. He watched with delight as Yutaka threw him around and at the pain it inflicted on the man. Watched as Yutaka broke him. It was so sweet to watch the man break. That moment when he spilled his guts. It seemed to easy. His boss was right to doubt. It was too simple. There was no way a man who’d held on so long and so fiercely protective and defiant for his empress, that w***e of a woman. He hated all aristos equally, they were all scum who had no reason to be alive. They were worthless, useless, disgusting slim rats. He hated the lot of them. Hated them with so much passion it set his blood on fire. His eyes narrowed to slits.<br/><br/>Not telling lies. All aristos told lies. It would be fun to unbury his lies. Ryu stepped forwards and knelt down slowly in front of the man on the ground. Slowly drawing his knife down the man’s cheek slicing into the soft tissue. “You lying scum?” he asked, breaking his own silence. His eyes were focused onto the man’s. He’d loved the man’s screams and cries, begging. He’d loved it and he was ready to cut again. Ready to draw more blood. He did it again, not giving the man a reprieve to speak. Pain and fear were powerful motivators. Slicing his knife down the man’s shattered arm, slow shallow cuts, not deep, not permanent, only painful. “you don’t lie, you lie, you bleed.”<br/><br/>With that Ryu rose slowly to give C a chance. She was good with words. He was certain they’d get the truth soon. Yutaka was the one to fear. Always fear him. Always. Never let your guard down and never show them your true fear. Never give him a reason to get angry at you. Ryu may not be educated, he may not be stable, and he may be defiant, but he wasn’t stupid. This man on the floor was. He’d pissed off the boss. It wasn’t smart to piss off the boss. It was stupid. And he called them all idiots. Yah right. The only idiot was the aristo lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Stupid f**ker. If he was lying he’d be more then just bleeding. He’d be more then just hurting. He’d be dead.