In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19& Stormwyrm)
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				Title: <strong>In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>02-09-2014, 03:20:46</strong>
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				Light filtered in through the window dressings and to wake her gently, the maids slowly drew them back until her room was bathed in sunlight. The delicately carved posts of her bed bathed in&nbsp; a warm glow,&nbsp; curtains, that during the day were drawn back, currently shrouded the bed in shadow. As she sat up the maids pulled them back, two&nbsp; guiding her over to the vanity where they brushed her hair and&nbsp; coaxed her soft waist length curls into&nbsp; a sleek&nbsp; bun. <br><br>St Augustines uniform had been hung and pressed, pristine in a way that it had even been tailored to her form. Every button shining in actual silver , the leather on her shoes polished&nbsp; free of scuffs that showed and sort of wear and tear.&nbsp; The St Augustine Private University For Girls was where she typically spent her days, only the woman of elite&nbsp; families were in attendance, thus allowing families that were rich and powerful to make connections with other families of the rich and powerful. Many of the students were appeased.&nbsp; The lunch hall served&nbsp; exquisite meals on fine china&nbsp; that would cost the average worker a days wages. The gym contained top of the line facilities and a full spa. The classes were all of the highest quality, with workbooks and new texts printed yearly , technology updated as soon as it is available. <br><br>It wasn’t a shock to these girls though, they had all been raised in these schools, save for the occasional scholarship student which was usually&nbsp; accepted&nbsp; in the feeder schools at an early age.<br><br>Without even seeing her parents, which she only ever really did when something big was about to happen. So she was a bit on edge because her father and mother wanted to have dinner&nbsp; with her tomorrow night. The last time she had had dinner with her parents was when her Nanny had been traded in for her Handler. It hadn’t really been a big deal but it had changed her life a bit.<br><br>So she couldn’t help but wonder what they were going to do now.<br><br>“ Miss Rei (<em>spelled lovely</em>), the car.” The steward announced and she rose with a start, had she really been staring for so long? She rose and&nbsp; followed the Steward to start&nbsp; her day.<br><br>Every part of her day was planned, after school she was supposed to go home, change, work out , change again, go to&nbsp; one of the local, and by local&nbsp; was meant a mile away, off her family’s property. So when she was asked by one of her fellow classmates to go for a night of shopping and relaxing she had been almost a little too receptive to the idea.<br><br>So here she was , in a pair of heels, that&nbsp; glittered in the light and although they&nbsp; brought her small frame to a modest height of 5’2 with their added four inches, cost more then most people paid in rent monthly, but to her it was just a matter of swiping&nbsp; a gold card. The dress, a one of a kind was the same, her friends were probably in the same boat.<br>Where they weren’t in the same boat was that her idea of a little recreational fun was the shopping and the dancing. Her friends however were looking for a little more. <br>Kirina&nbsp; sighed as one pulled her&nbsp; over to someone she was convinced was selling. Under the pretense of not wanting to go alone. Kiri found herself shocked as she looked over the guy. He couldn’t be much older then her own nineteen&nbsp; years , and he was attractive, so much so that she was taken aback and&nbsp; even after her friend had&nbsp; made her purchase, and a few drinks of liquid courage&nbsp; she asked the boy to dance. Once they had danced for a while another shot of that courage she reached up, feeling almost compelled to&nbsp; kiss him, his lips looked almost deliciously edible.<br><br>“Kiri(<em>spelled 'Mist'</em>)!” Her friend screeched and&nbsp; a tug on her arm pulled her away from the boy and out of the club. “ I can’t believe you would just kiss him, I mean, I’m all for dangerous guys, but the kind that ride motorcycles and wear leather, not the ones that actually deal drugs!”<br><br>It was then that her memory failed her.<br><br>Waking the next morning&nbsp; she was once again awoke by the same maids, this time however she was still garbed in the clothing she wore the night before , the maids working extra hard. They couldn’t quite get her hair the way it normally was, so they left it loose on her shoulders, and when they went to gloss her lips, in a lovely clear gloss, she stopped them. The memory of her first kiss still fresh on them.<br><br>“ Miss, your license is missing, should I order a new one?” Kiri nodded. She’d probably dropped it while out last night, though she couldn’t quite remember what had happened after she had been so rudely pulled from the bar the night before. “ And these?” Her clothes were held up&nbsp; from where they had fallen&nbsp; on the ground. <br><br>“ Have them cleaned and put away.” Then she was off to school again, what she did remember was&nbsp; her dinner with her parents tonight and the dread she felt at the thought of it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>02-09-2014, 18:24:42</strong>
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				Ryuunosuke Kurohara (黒原龍之助) made his way back home that afternoon from school. "I'm home, mother," he said, as the door creaked open. He heard a fit of coughing from somewhere inside the tiny flat he shared with his mother as he locked the door behind him.<br><br>"Welcome home, son," his mother greeted him in return in between fits of coughing. She sat on the couch, watching television. "I made some stir-fried vegetables for dinner," she said, as she turned off the television, and joined her son at the dinner table. She was a single mother, and had never been in good health, and the demanding work she had to do after being abandoned by his father and disowned by her family for the disgrace taxed that still further. Officious public servants were niggardly in paying out social welfare to them especially as he grew older, so Ryuunosuke was forced pretty much from middle school to begin finding ways to supplement what meagre income their little family got by doing all sorts of odd part-time jobs, just as his mother had. Around the time he entered high school his mother's more and more frequent hospitalisations brought him to increasing desperation, and it was then he met Mr. Ishikawa.<br><br>He had a quiet dinner with his mother, a simple meal of mixed stir-fried vegetables with only the barest hint of meat added for flavour. It was a poor meal, but he never complained. He was never one to complain. He had actually saved up enough money so they could both eat better but he was saving his secret stash for a rainy day that he hoped would never come. And he hoped then that he wouldn't have to explain to his mother where all that money came from.<br><br>After washing the dishes and putting his mother to bed, Ryuunosuke did his homework and got some studying done: despite his family condition and his "profession", he did get good grades over at university, where he was, ironically, a chemical engineering student (needless to say no one there knew what he did by night). And then it was off to his "part-time job". Mr. Ishikawa was a little disappointed at his sales last week, so he had to get a bit more aggressive. "You really need to make that shit move faster Kurohara. The longer it stays with you the hotter the eyes of the cops will be on us. ..There's another one of those underground club gigs going on near the port on Friday, and you'll probably have good pickings there," his <em>oyabun</em> said over the phone the other day.<br><br>He combed his spiky ruff of bleached blond hair into place and changed into his clubbing attire, which that day consisted of a black leather jacket, a button down shirt underneath and ripped blue jeans, in a clear approximation of American fashions. He was not wrong in considering himself handsome as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, as he gave his hair a final check.&nbsp; He went to the toilet, and making sure that his mother was already fast asleep, surreptitiously opened the toilet tank and fished out a plastic bag that contained about a dozen small packets of heroin, some marijuana joints inside a couple of of ordinary cigarette boxes, and several crystals of methamphetamine. These went into the secret pockets of his jacket.<br><br><br>At these clubs he was well known, as his drugs seemed to be more pure than those the others around. He didn't cut his drugs the way other pushers who plied the underground club circuit did. Ryuunosuke was much too afraid of Ishikawa to even think of doing that, and he couldn't risk getting caught by his mother mixing flour into a batch of heroin late at night. He was also one of the few pushers who didn't use himself, so he was far more careful than most. He was thus much sought after by the addicts of the underground club scene, as he charged the usual prices for drugs that were clearly more potent than what the others sold.<br><br>The club today was at an old, disused warehouse in the port area of town, probably done without the permission of the owner. He found a shadowy corner of the club where those who knew to look for him would find him, and where he could ply his trade in secret. While the people running the club tonight knew what he was doing, they clearly didn't want him doing it so openly.<br><br>As the night wore on, and a few bottles of beer later, a group of young girls of about his age came by, and one of them wanted some smack. "I really shouldn't be selling this to you," he said, rolling his eyes.<br><br>"Oh shut up. You know my money's just as good as anyone's," the girl said, counting out a few ten-thousand yen banknotes. <em>Bunch of rich spoiled brats who count on their parents to pull them out of any shit they get themselves into,</em> he thought to himself contemptuously. <em>OD on this shit though, no way your parents gonna pull you out of that!</em> One of the girls in the group however, a pretty little thing who seemed far more innocent than her jaded companions caught his eye. For a brief moment, their eyes met, and he thought he felt some kind of spark pass between them that he never felt before with anyone. He couldn't really explain it, and tried to shrug it off.<br><br>"Well?" the other girl said impatiently.<br><br>He handed her a plastic bag of brown heroin. "Whatever you do, don't share needles with anyone if you use this." The girl just rolled her eyes at this warning. <em>Not my problem if you get AIDS or hepatitis or some other nasty infection,</em> he thought. She handed him a few more banknotes and he produced a few meth crystals.<br><br>The night passed and with it a few more beers and a few more clients, and then all of a sudden that innocent little thing suddenly came up to him and asked him to dance. The better part of him knew it was probably not a bright thing to accept, but those innocent eyes proved irresistible and he took her hand out into the middle of the dance floor.<br><br>And so there they were, dancing in the pulsating lights of the club, to a soft song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqEzt-JaB-8). She was clearly drunk, but it was just as clear to Ryuunosuke that she had seen the same spark pass between them. Halfway through the song, the spark was there again, and somehow Ryuunosuke knew that he was to lean forward towards her, and she kissed him.<br><br>Just as their lips touched the girl was pulled away by her friend, the same one who had bought his heroin, and she was screaming at her. He felt the girl, whom her friend called 'Kiri', push a plastic card into her hands, just as they pulled away, and she and her friends hastily exited the club.<br><br>Returning to his seat, he saw it was an ID card for some preppy finishing school for elite girls. Her name was Kirina, something, he couldn't read the characters of her surname right in the dim club.<sup>1</sup> It had all her contact information, including her cellular phone, cellular phone email, and address (in a swanky neighbourhood of course). Nice. It was probably a foolish thing to even try, but for the rest of the night, he was imagining what the best way was to try to contact her, until the last of his smack was sold, and he had to go home as quickly as possible. Even though most everyone knew he was under Ishikawa's protection, and hence the powerful Suzaku Group's protection, there were still some foolish punks out there who would try to nick him for all the cash he was carrying, and he didn't need that. It would do his mother no good to know that his death had been ruthlessly avenged.<br><br>A taxi, apparently from a company with ties to the Suzaku, picked him up, and brought him home without further incident. As he lay down in his futon during the small hours of Saturday, he examined the ID card he had been given under a small lamp. She truly was beautiful. <em>This is bad,</em> he thought. <em>This Kirina girl is turning into a dangerous obsession.</em><br><br><br>Kazumi Akamatsu (赤松一美) was brought to her town-house by the driver after dropping off Kirina at her place. As expected, her elder brother Torai (虎居) waited for her at the entrance. He was 21, a graduating business school student being groomed to take the reins of the Akamatsu Concern, one of the largest industrial conglomerates in the country. She gave her brother a deep, open-mouth kiss that any onlooker would say was totally inappropriate between siblings. But that was probably only the beginning.<br><br>"You found the guy I was talking about?" Torai asked.<br><br>"Yes, <em>onii-sama</em>," Kazumi answered, using a rather honorific form of address for her elder brother. "The handsome guy with the bleached and spiky hair. But you're meeting with Kirina and her parents tomorrow. Are you sure using the smack now's a good idea?"<br><br>"I don't know. And I don't really care. Let's go down and get this over with. I've gotten a few new things to try tonight too." Torai gave his sister a diabolical smile, and she looked at him with delighted anticipation.<br><br><hr><sup>1</sup> OOC: I'll leave her surname up to you.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>06-09-2014, 04:33:20</strong>
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				The library at the school found her occupied for most of the day, although she was an average student at best, she tried harder then most other girls she knew. She had no real love for the political sciences. But when she got a chance&nbsp; to incorporate historical events into her work you could almost smell her enthusiasm leap off the page. She was currently working on a paper that outlined the flaws in&nbsp; the political strategies of some of the once great leaders. For just a moment she could close her eyes and imagine that she would be remembered like them. <br><br>On top of political sciences she was minoring in business. Her parents had decided this path for and she had never really questioned it. They provided her with a good life after all, why she could have just as easily been born to a family like the pusher she'd met the night before. Chewing her bottom lip she&nbsp; recalled how she'd just&nbsp; kissed him, right in the middle of that warehouse, right in front of everyone, that certainly wasn't what she imagined her first kiss like. <br><br>Then again. It was a little more realistic, her imaginations as a young girl were all filled with flowers and chocolates. The warm, comfortable, yet on&nbsp; edge and anticipating way she had&nbsp; felt was completely new and unique to . It was a powerful feeling. Not only the kiss but the urge to want to do it again.<br><br>It was unlikely. She'd probably never see the guy again, she didn't even know his name, still though as green eyes closed out of tiredness, or residual hang over, and her soft&nbsp; curls fell across the book pages, she could picture him, feel hands she had never felt before pulling her near.it was a delicious fantasy that she couldn't quite get enough of. Awakened by a disgruntled librarian she realized he was going to be late for dinner with her parents if she didn't leave right now. Dismayed slightly that she couldn't take the book she'd drooled all over out, because of a lack of a student card, she called for a car. <br><br>The maids practically attacked her once she got through the door, slipping her into a grey dress, belted just below her bust with an emerald green,&nbsp; fixing her curls so they didn't look quite so frazzled, every detail was perfect and pristine, right down to the matching kitten heels, that did little to help her height but pulled the whole outfit together, with the emeralds that dangled from the fastener on each shoe. While on the way to the restaurant she pandered what could have happened to her student ID, while that was also quite easy to replace, it was a hassle. Tucking a small mirror back into her purse, she stepped out of the car's open door. At least , if she was late, she would look presentable.<br><br>Kirina got her height from her father, and everything else from her mother. The woman was frightfully cold, as a girl she could never even remember her so much as being held by the woman. Even now the two woman greeted each other with soft pecks on the cheek and mumbled hellos. Her father was very warm, so long as you fell within his stern rule. Did what he asked and you'd receive bright smiles and cheery hugs from the short rounding man.&nbsp; He held his daughter briefly and commented on how she was late.<br>It was then that Kiri noticed the fourth setting at the table. In this establishment only the wealthiest of people dined, reservations for anyone not related to business or political powerhouses went back years. She'd even spotted a few celebrities making a fuss at the door when they were not allowed in. The point was, there was never an extra setting on accident. Someone was joining them?”<br><br>“Seems, I'm not the only one WHO's tardy. Oto-san? Who else is joining us?” If her mother was upset by not being the one addressed , she didn't show it. The woman only showed the appropriate emotions in public, never the one to berate her child or husband in public. Seeing as&nbsp; the woman rarely came home, it was much the same then as well.<br><br>Would it be one of her teachers? It wouldn't be the first time her parents had tried to con them into giving her extra study sessions or private tutoring? Or maybe one of her friends? Though non had really mentioned anything. As her chair was pulled out and she sat down. Settling a napkin over her lap&nbsp; politely as she was pushed towards the table. Her mind went through all possible options&nbsp; as she took in the sight of her parents. They were sitting close to each other, closer then she could recall them having done before. She knew her parents were not the loving couple they were portrayed as. She'd known for a long time. But she had com to terms with that fact as a young teen and accepted that there were all types of loves out there, and though her parents may&nbsp; not share a bed, and may hardly see each other, she knew they respected one another. She knew they valued each others opinions, it wasn't conventional love and certainly wasn't what she wanted for herself, but at least her parents didn't fight like those of other families. She followed their gaze as the two of them seemed to almost turn towards the door and she twisted in her seat to try and see who they were looking at.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>10-09-2014, 07:10:13</strong>
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				Torai Akamatsu entered the rather swanky restaurant impeccably dressed in a formal white tie suit as befitted the occasion. His short, black hair was neatly styled and combed back, revealing a widow's peak above hard eyes black as ebony. He was lightly tanned the way someone who had the leisure time to travel to beaches in exotic parts of the world during summer would, and was well-built and muscular. A more experienced woman would have recognised him as a dangerously narcissistic playboy at the very least, but Kirina would be dangerously naïve and would likely never herself have been able to pick up the subtle cues his demeanour exuded as he strode confidently to the table where she sat with her parents. His own parents would be arriving shortly as well for this dinner, which he was told was something of an informal <em>omiai</em>, or matchmaking meeting.<br><br>There was no sign in his face of the wild night he had with his sister, when he had Kazumi suspended from a ceiling harness with her legs spread apart, speedballs of heroin and methamphetamine in their veins, and a vibrator up her ass while he pounded her pussy mercilessly. He had broken Kazumi thoroughly over the years, so much so that it seemed that she actually looked forward to these sessions of debauchery (not that he honestly cared what his sister, or anyone else for that matter felt), which they had at least once a week, sometimes with other company. It would have lasted all night were it not for this meeting he had today with a classmate of Kazumi's he had heard a lot about but never met personally before. He needed most of the day to recover. Kazumi had told him a little about this Kirina Rei girl last night, about how she was supposedly sheltered, naïve, and innocent, most probably even still a virgin, and that was the sort of thing that whetted his appetite. It had been a long time since he'd had a new girl like that, and he salivated at the prospect, though like many people such as himself he was skilled at the art of dissimulation and showed no overt sign.<br><br>"Ah, welcome, Torai-kun," Kirina's father greeted him. He was a somewhat short middle-aged, and somewhat rotund man in his late forties. It was a little hard for Torai to believe that this little man was Matabei Rei, the majority shareholder of the Hinomaru Transport Corporation, and he was being described by the press as the greatest shipping magnate since Aristotle Onassis. In person he seemed far less impressive. "Please, be seated," he said, effusively. "This is my wife, Yukiri." The middle-aged woman next to her daughter was Yukiri Rei, but unlike her husband she was every bit as impressive in person as the press made her out to be. A generation ago she had once been a famous singer and idol, and Torai could see where Kirina had gotten most of her looks. She had somehow managed to gain control of the talent agency that once employed her, and under her management Paragon Entertainment had grown to become one of the most important talent agencies in Japan. It was evident however, that Mrs. Rei could tell what sort of person Torai was, and her cold eye never left him though she said nothing. <em>It seems a mother-daughter ménage is quite unlikely,</em> he thought.<br><br>"And Kirina, this is Torai Akamatsu," Mr. Rei said, finally. "I believe his younger sister Kazumi is a friend of yours?"<br><br>Torai smiled warmly at Kirina, and extended his hand to her, which he would kiss formally if it were offered to him. "How do you do, my name is Torai Akamatsu. I have heard a lot about you from my little sister, and you are indeed as pretty as she has said."<br><br>Another waiter came, and announced the arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Akamatsu, his parents, and they took their seats next to their son. "Oh, Matabei-san, it is so good to see you again!" Torai's father said, as they shook hands as they exchanged further pleasantries. There were similar greetings and pleasantries exchanged between the wives, although they were more subdued. Apéritifs were served, a fine champagne for everyone except for Kirina, who was still below the drinking age, but she would be permitted to partake of the various canapés that were served as well prior to dinner.<br><br>While their parents had their own conversations, Torai tried to make some conversation with Kirina <em>sotto voce</em>, starting off with some pleasantries. "You know, I don't really like this kind of formal gathering of sorts. It's rather stifling, and I'd really like to get to know you better," he said. "Perhaps we can arrange a date later on? Just a simple sort of thing, maybe a less-formal dinner, and perhaps a movie?" Torai then asked Kirina for her contact information so he could arrange this sort of date more easily. He was also listening to his father talk to Kirina's father, and it seemed that they were brokering some sort of deal that would no doubt be smoothed if they got married. Indeed, rumours of the planned wedding between himself and Kirina had made their way into both the business and society pages, and they were talking about it as though it were a dynastic wedding between two great noble houses. Which in some ways it was, he thought. But Torai didn't really care about that. The only thing he truly cared about was his own self-gratification, and jaded as he was he knew that he needed to play with this Kirina Rei girl a bit, make her feel like her naïve fantasies about love and romance were true, before he began to exploit her as he did his sister and the others. Besides, this game of dissimulation and deception was beginning to become enjoyable in its own right. He had early on learned how to simulate kindness and concern for others when he knew that it would get him what he wanted.<br><br>Soon enough, the main course was served, a grand one with beautifully seared steaks of the finest <em>wagyu</em> beef from Kobe, along with organic vegetables in freshly churned butter and cream, along with a rich pumpkin soup.<br><br><hr><br>Saturday was a fairly ordinary day for Ryuunosuke, where he worked a part-time job as a manual labourer at a small neighbourhood greengrocer to earn a little more extra cash, one of his many legitimate side-jobs that he also engaged in. He was, however, distracted from hauling produce from the delivery trucks which came at regular intervals throughout the day and cataloguing the inventory by thoughts of how best to contact Kirina, who was becoming a kind of crazy obsession to the part-time drug dealer.<br><br>When he finally got home and had dinner with his mother, which had some actual fried pork cutlets in curry for a change, he had a look at the messages in his phone. There was one from Ishikawa, commending him on the good job of finally selling all of the merchandise last night, and giving details for the next meeting where he'd get his next consignment of merchandise for sale, and he'd remit the proceeds from his last sales, keeping his share of the profits. He replied to this with an acknowledgement.<br><br>Fishing out Kirina's identification card, he found her phone email address, and sent her a text message:<br><br><em>Hello, Kirina. Do you remember me? We danced together last night in the dark. You left your ID card with me. I'd like to see you again somehow, if only to return it to you.</em><br><br>Kirina would receive the text message on her phone while she was in the car, being brought back to her town-house after the meeting with Torai and his family.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>15-09-2014, 04:08:42</strong>
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				Kirina’s eyes widened when she realized just what was going on. She’d heard of this still happening, her own parents were an example of that. She had never even expressed interest in being married. She’d certainly didn’t like that her parents thought she would even be mildly interested in an arrangement like this. There were people talking all around her. Torai to her left and her parents on her right, his across from her. She&nbsp; stared down at her plate, the food, the rich delicious&nbsp; flavors that she was used to felt heavy on her tongue. Her thoughts drowned out by the chatter that surrounded her. Curls blocked moistening green eyes&nbsp; as they watched as her fork shifted the food about on her plate. She’d never even met the man next to her. <br><br>Kazumi rarely spoke about him now, she remembered some mutterings about him being annoying when they were younger, but actually, since they’d grown older, Kirin could almost say that&nbsp; her friend avoided talking about the man. His compliments were well practiced and just what&nbsp; she expected from someone in his position, but they were not what she wanted to hear . Pushing&nbsp; back the tears that threatened to fall and the angry comments that&nbsp; gathered at the back of her throat just waiting to come out.<br><br>“A movie would be&nbsp; lovely, Akamatsu-san and it would be nice to have company for dinner. I’ll have to get back to you. She used the excuse of her steak being too well done, to have it sent back and subsequently blamed that for the unwell feeling that she used to excuse herself. She was careful, insisting that she would return when she was feeling better, so that the chef and kitchen staff kept their jobs. Wishing her company a good evening, she made her escape. As soon as she sat in the car to text Kazumi , intent on asking why her friend hadn’t warned her, when she pulled out her cell. With one freshly added number she intended to send a quick message to the girl.It was then that she saw the message and sent one in return.<br><br>“Hiroshi&nbsp; turn the car around and&nbsp; heard to the Port please.” The&nbsp; driver&nbsp; looked at her with a questioning eye through the rearview mirror. She eyed him back with a determined glance. She wanted to go as much as she needed too. The simple message was enough to make her whole body warm. A goofy grin.<br><em>I remember, perhaps you would like to meet where we danced? Now?</em><br><br>She knew it probably wasn’t the safest part of town to be dallying in and about but she didn’t know where else to meet him, and she didn’t think, especially what happened this evening, she should be inviting him home.. She stepped out of the car, the silver chain of her purse cool against her arm as&nbsp; the gentle clicks of each heel as if scrapped against the concrete. The whole place was abandoned, empty drink cups littering the ground, accompanied by faded glow sticks. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what else.<br><br>been thriving with a beat of it’s own. Recollection of the&nbsp; dance she had shared and the kiss heated her cheeks and caused her to shiver in the chilled air. She had left her coat in the car she had sent away. She could always call for it to go home. Though that was the last place she wanted to be right now.<br><br>The wind picked up&nbsp; and brushed loose soft curls across her&nbsp; cheeks and a sound brought her spinning around to peer into the dark space, maybe waiting outside would have been wiser. <br><br>While she was gone, her parents made excuses for their daughter. She had always been a delicate child, just like her mother, it was, after all, very important to keep up appearances. They promised to see thief guests again soon and even walked from the restaurant holding hands. Neither of them would return home, each having&nbsp; their respective suites in&nbsp; establishments close to their work. Neither would know that their daughter had not yet even returned home, not that they needed to worry. She had always been a behaved child.<br><br>Her mother did decide to call her in the morning, as she crawled into bed, her hair in curlers and a mud mask on her face. Her daughter would understand the importance of this agreement between these two families, and then, Mother, Daughter, Mother in law and Sister in law would put together a spectacular wedding, to rock the societal pages for years to come.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>16-09-2014, 10:47:54</strong>
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				Soon after bathing for the night Ryuunosuke heard his phone beep, and saw that it was a message from Kirina, and its content rather surprised him that he nearly dropped his phone. <em>I remember, perhaps you would like to meet where we danced? Now?</em> He knew this girl would be trouble, but he now felt positively compelled to respond, and so he changed out of his pyjamas into jeans and a hoodie jacket over a flannel shirt. He sent a quick reply: <em>I'm on my way there.</em><br><br>"Son, where are you going?" his mother asked suddenly, as she noticed him dressing. "I thought you were going to bed?"<br><br>"Ma, an emergency has come up. I need to take care of something. I might be a little late, so please don't stay up waiting for me. You could get more sick."<br><br>"Please don't be too late though dear! It's dangerous out there these days!"<br><br>"I'll be fine, mum," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek, as he put on his shoes, and walked out the door.<br><br>He had a small motorcycle that he used from time to time, usually when meeting with Ishikawa, but it seemed like a good idea to use it now. His mother didn't know he had it, as it would be difficult to explain how he could afford to buy such a thing on the meagre salaries of his various part-time jobs. This late at night though, he couldn't rely on the trains still running, and he couldn't wait for a taxi.<br><br>A few minutes later, Kirina would hear the sound of his motorbike's engine as it idled to a stop just outside the old warehouse. "H-hello again, Rei-san," he said, not yet daring to call her by her first name, when he saw her standing just past the doors to the warehouse. She seemed to be wearing a rather elegant grey dress, as if she had just come from some kind of fancy party.<br><br>"I don't think we were ever properly introduced Rei-san," he said, a little apologetically, as he took off his jacket. "Here, put this on," he said, offering it to her. She would find that her school ID was inside one of the pockets. "You look cold in just that dress. My name is Ryuunosuke by the way, Ryuunosuke Kurohara, but you can call me Ryu for short if you like. Can I call you Kirina?" He could see that she had been crying, and had responded to him so suddenly on a whim, but why she'd look for comfort from a drug pusher like him at a time like that escaped him completely.<br><br>Of course Ryuunosuke had known a few women in his time, and there were more than a few girls who expressed an interest in him, as he was handsome and intelligent, but he cultivated an aloof coldness there and he avoided more than casual acquaintances. He couldn't let anyone from there know that he was a drug dealer by night, even though perhaps some of his schoolmates might have been more than happy to buy his merchandise. Don't shit where you eat was the phrase he lived by. He did have a few casual flings here and there but nothing serious, at least nothing as serious as he suddenly felt for Kirina.<br><br>"Let's get out of here for now... This isn't the safest place to be around this time of night." He offered her a seat at the back of his motorcycle, an extra helmet in hand.&nbsp; He'd then bring her to a small karaoke place nearby which he'd been to a few times with his college friends, and got a bucket of beer. Though Kirina was not quite the legal age to drink Ryuunosuke would do nothing to stop her from taking a beer or two if she wanted one. He then punched a song into the karaoke machine, an English song, which he hoped would help cheer her up. He then began to sing a reasonable rendition of the song, albeit with some of the common mispronunciations that the Japanese were given to making. Kirina, probably being better at English, would probably at the least smile at Ryuunosuke's butchering of the song.<br><br><em>You don't know how you met me<br>You don't know why<br>You can't turn around and say goodbye<br>All you know is when I'm with you<br>I make you free<br>And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea<br>I'm singin'<br><br>Follow me, everything is all right<br>I'll be the one to tuck you in at night<br>And if you<br>Wanna leave, I can guarantee<br>You won't find nobody else like me.<br><br>I'm not worried 'bout the ring you wear<br>Just as long as no one knows<br>Then nobody will&nbsp; will care<br>You're feelin' guilty, but I'm well aware<br>That you don't look ashamed<br>And&nbsp; baby I'm not scared.<br><br>Follow me, everything is all right<br>I'll be the one to tuck you in at night<br>And if you<br>Wanna leave, I can guarantee<br>You won't find nobody else like me.<br><br>Won't give you money<br>I can't give you the sky<br>You're better off if you don't ask why<br>I'm not the reason that you go astray<br>We'll be alright if you don't ask me to stay...<br><br>You don't know how you met me<br>You don't know why<br>You can't turn around and say goodbye<br>All you know is when I'm with you<br>I make you free<br>And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea<br>I'm singin'<br><br>Follow me, everything is all right<br>I'll be the one to tuck you in at night<br>And if you<br>Wanna leave, I can guarantee<br>You won't find nobody else like me.</em><br><br>As the song ended&nbsp; he had another drink of beer, and&nbsp; gave Kirina a big, silly smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>29-09-2014, 05:01:46</strong>
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				Kirina felt wild as she sat on the back of that bike, his jacket wrapped around her. Even as he sang to her in the karaoke place she was quiet, just watching him. Some part of her was wondering about his career choice&nbsp; but that didn’t matter because he had come, and that alone told her he felt it too. It was too soon to name the way she was feeling but as she&nbsp; wanted to revel in it. So&nbsp; when he sat back down she&nbsp; moved closer to him. She didn’t know what to say, she just wanted to be with him. At the same time though she knew she shouldn’t be here.&nbsp; And those words itched to fall off her tongue. Instead she reached for the same Karaoke book that listed the available&nbsp; songs, she flipped through it butv decided against actually singing for the boy. Her mother had always told her she couldn’t sing. She could play the violin but even that wasn’t good enough for the older woman.<br><br>She wanted to sit there&nbsp; forever, even though the beer had a thick frothy&nbsp; taste that made her dizzy&nbsp; she sipped at it quietly before asking him about himself, avoiding what he did in his spare time, she shared bits about herself, school, her friends, her parents. How sometimes it was just, all too much. As she listened to him though she felt as if her own words were all, so petty.<br><br>She realized she didn’t want to talk anymore suddenly, that was when she turned to him, saying his name, softly and for the first time.<br><br>“Ryu” Her mouth formed the name naturally and it tasted like honey on her tongue. She kissed him , again without any sort of permission on his part, She’d already giving him her first kiss without a thought and here she was giving him her second. She didn’t realize that her kiss promised so much&nbsp; more and that shifting into his lap probably wasn’t the best idea, but his hands resting on her hips when she did so, fanned that tiny spark into a raging flame, it wasn’t long before she neared that point where she wouldn’t want to stop. She already didn’t want too and here she was , pulling back enough, her eyes searching for his. Doing just that. “ I should be going home, we both should, it’s late and I’m not the sort to just…” Oh how she wanted to though. “ I’ll see you again though.”<br><br>She sounded sure as she pulled herself off of him. Almost mourning the loss of the light weight his hands had as they held her. Much more certain then she felt. There was no way of knowing though. She shrugged off his jacket , her ID sliding out of the pocket and into her hand as she did so. Would he come see her if not for the excuse of having to return something of her’s?<br><br>&nbsp;She gave him his jacket back as the car she called came to pick her up. She would have let him take her home but she wasn’t quite sure how that would look should her parents ever find out.<br><br>“You’ll call right?” she asked quietly as she opened the door, stepping back up onto the curb to kiss him softly. “ I want to see you again.”<br>Pleased with his answer she got in the car. When she finally slid into bed she her body was still buzzing with a distracting warmth that coursed through her, what would it be like too loose herself in him? She’d never felt so close to loosing herself in someone.<br><br><br>Days later her mother called to remind her of her engagement, subjecting that she perhaps take her fiancée up on his offer of a movie. The woman would have had a fit had she see her daughter’s phone, filled with the saved emails she had sent to Ryu. Some had been sent late in the night, while lying in her bed in a nightgown of lace. Wanting so much for him to come to her&nbsp; and touch her.<br><br>She stood outside the theater, in a white sundress that hugged her petite form to the waist then flared lightly before tumbling to mid thigh. Her kitten heels matched and so did the headband of sparkling diamond accented flowers that pulled her soft curls back away from&nbsp; her green eyes as they searched the crowd for a figure she was sure would stand out. The business men that bustled past, bikes sliding around in haste all of them going about their days. She wished she got to this end of town more often. There was so much more life in these crowded streets then there&nbsp; was in any of the places her mother had suggested she go. Much less civil here, in fact she could see males propositioning a girl who was all on her own and she could see&nbsp; couples lipping into love hotels just up the street. All stuff she didn’t quite understand but watched none the less.<br>She shifted slightly on the spot. Waiting for her ‘date’.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>31-10-2014, 05:51:00</strong>
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				After Ryuunosuke finished his song, it seemed evident to him that while Kirina was leafing through the book of songs she didn't actually seem to want to sing. So he took a bottle of beer from the bucket and poured them drinks, and they talked, as he punched in some music in the background. He told her about his life, his mother's illness, and how he had been forced by circumstance into the dangerous line of work he was in. "I did what I had to do so we could come through. Desperate people have few options, but all in all, it's not that bad. Mr. Ishikawa is usually able to get me out of scrapes with the police," he said, remembering the time when he was arrested a few years ago and how the gangster with dead eyes walked into the police station and somehow 'convinced' the police to let him go, "and rival gangs know whose man I am, and won't touch me. It's a bit scary some days though, but at least it's just me that's taking all the risk."<br><br>He listened to Kirina as she told him her story, and it initially confirmed many of his surface impressions of her. However, he was surprised at how it seemed that her parents had given her almost no freedom whatsoever, the trajectory of her life up to that point planned down to the smallest detail, even to her coming marriage to a man she had never even met before. Ryuunosuke thought that it was almost like she was in prison, a prison with golden bars and locks to be sure, but a prison all the same. Her parents had given her anything she might have wanted, except only her freedom.<br><br>"When is your birthday, Kirina?" he asked abruptly, using her name for the first time. "You turn twenty then, right? That means you will no longer be a minor under the eyes of the law, and your parents will not be able to stop you from living the life you choose to live." Looking at her green eyes, he thought of what sort of life they would have if they were together, and it bothered him that he would never be able to give her anything like the life she was accustomed to. It was something that would always be at the back of his mind whenever he thought of her from then on.<br><br>Then she once again kissed him as she had before, as natural as breathing, There was no need for her to ask. The touch of her lips on his chased away all thoughts of the future and what might be. Nothing else mattered in that moment, as they came closer in their kiss, his arms wrapping around her hips. It felt so right, so natural, and soon enough they were where they would not be able to stop. But for some reason, perhaps because of his own uncertainties or her own or both, they pulled apart. He let it go as he knew that it was best not to rush it, especially not when their hearts were still so unsettled. He was certain as ever that he loved her, but <em>because</em> he loved her he had doubts whether he would be what was best for her, not just for the moment, but for always.<br><br>She said she should be going home, and he nodded, offering to bring her home, but she just shook her head, thinking of what it would look to have a guy like him bring her home on his motorcycle. "I promise, I'll call," he said, "and we'll definitely see each other again soon."<br><br><hr><br>The following days were ordinary enough, except that they called and messaged each other whenever it was possible to do so.<br><br>Back at school, in between classes his friends remarked at his change in demeanour. "Ryu-kun, you seem, different, today," his best friend Nomura said, as he seemed to be spacing out in the classroom while waiting for their professor to arrive. "Something good happen to you?" he asked, with a mischievous smirk. Ryuunosuke of course shook his head.<br><br>"Of course something has," Nomura pressed. "Perhaps... Ryu-kun has a girlfriend?"<br><br>This observation naturally caused Ryuunosuke to flush deeply, even as he made still more feeble denials. "Be sure to introduce her to us later!" another one of his friends, a girl named Kawada, added. He was fortunately saved from further prying questions by the arrival of their professor.<br><br><hr><br>He met up with Ishikawa again that night, and he sold Ryuunosuke another batch of drugs in a dark alleyway. He had some reasonable profit margins, higher than average, as the people who bought from him regularly knew that he didn't cut his drugs the way other pushers did. As he turned to leave, Ishikawa stopped him. "Ryu-kun, wait. I've got something to tell you. Let me buy you a drink."<br><br>They made their way to a shady <em>izakaya</em> a short distance away. Most of the patrons of that establishment were dangerous-looking, but they all seemed to know who Ishikawa was and that he was not to be trifled with, and none of them even dared look him in the eye.<br><br>"You might have heard of that fire over at Edogawa the other day on the news," the gangster said, after they had settled into a private booth and a waiter had served them a <em>tokkuri</em> of heated sake and two small cups. Ryuunosuke nodded. "There was an accident at one of our labs and the guy we had there basically bought it after a batch of methamphetamine he was cooking exploded in his face. He was a good <em>kobun</em>, but a careless <em>bakayaro</em>. I take it you're studying chemistry over at school and I imagine you'd be able to do a far better job at it than these amateurs we've got who don't really know what they're doing."<br><br>Ryuunosuke's face troubled at the prospect. "The Group can pay you good money for every batch of meth or heroin you can cook up. We can provide you with the raw materials, including raw opium and other chemicals, and whatever equipment you need. You won't have to work on the streets the way you do now. You can go there in the early evenings after school, and be home by around eight or nine the way you usually are." He named a figure which seemed decent enough, probably rather more than a typical entry-level salaryman position, and certainly much more than what he made pushing drugs on the street.<br><br>"I'll think about it," he said, as the gangster poured him another cup of heated sake. In truth it didn't seem like such a bad deal to him, but he knew that meant that the Group would have a stronger hold on him and he didn't really want to live the rest of his life as a yakuza gangster, so he temporised. He downed the cup of sake and the warm liquor soothed his throat.<br><br>"I'll leave the offer open to you for a little while then," the gangster said, pouring him another cup and pouring himself another as well. This was a little unsettling for Ryuunosuke, as he knew how Ishikawa didn't like hearing 'no' for an answer. The boy had the feeling he would be pressured into accepting sooner or later.<br><br><hr><br>Torai had made arrangements to meet with Kirina late Friday afternoon. He hated this sort of thing, being forced to restrain his natural impulses to gratify himself and pretend to be a "normal" person. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't just trick her into going into the secret room and having his way there as he did with other women he picked up on the street from time to time. If he did that to Kirina now, his family would likely side with her and there would be a huge scandal as his exploits became known. Best to wait until after they got married, which was supposed to happen soon. In fact their families were making preparations for it behind the scenes so it could happen in two months' time, perhaps even less. In any event he already had his butler, the ever-efficient Mr. Ikeda, procure some girl who would be waiting for him when he came back after this date, to make up for this sacrifice.<br><br>He could see her waiting in front of the theatre as the car drove past. "Ikeda, drop me off a little bit away from the theatre," he said. Getting off the car he began running towards where Kirina waited for him.<br><br>A little exaggeratedly out of breath, he said: "Oh there you are, Kirina-san! I've been looking all over for you. There is another theatre in this shopping district and I was waiting for you there... I thought I'd clearly said that that was where we were supposed to meet... No matter, the movie I wanted to see is playing here too."<br><br>The movie was a melodramatic romantic comedy full of all the time-worn clichés of the genre, which he chose mostly because it seemed like the sort of movie one watched on such dates, not that he enjoyed movies like it one bit. It was a cliché storyline, with a rich girl who winds up falling in love with a good-hearted but unlucky guy who wound up millions of yen into loan shark debt, and her subsequent struggles with family and their preferred fiancé for her, a handsome but arrogant and narcissistic man from a well-to-do family. Perhaps his annoyance at was to him a ridiculous movie might have been noticed by Kirina, but that was probably unlikely. Like most predators he was adept at the art of camouflage, and he smiled and laughed at the appropriate points in the film.<br><br>The similarity of the movie to their situation was of course lost on Torai, who didn't know that he was even inside a similar love triangle of sorts. But it might not have been lost on Kirina.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 07:05:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;The date had been a moot point from the beginning, she didn’t like the film one big but the irony of it all was not lost on her. Perhaps the plot of the movie was&nbsp; a good omen.&nbsp; She made her escape quickly afterwards amidst her hurry she’d even kissed the young man on the cheek. The awkwardness she felt during their’ Date’&nbsp; had only cemented her feelings of&nbsp; discontent with the decision her parents had made on her behalf. Torai seemed a nice boy, a normal boy from what she had seen anyhow. Still. She knew little about him. She supposed now was the best time to try to get to know him. If she didn’t wish to love him, she could still be friendly right?<br><br><br>“T-torai?” She asked quietly on the trip back home, his car was much like her own, and provided enough space in the back that they could be familiar without sharing an overwhelming closeness. Still her words came out nervous. “ Do you share in your parents ambitions for your future?” <br><br><br>She thought she was cleverly trying to see if he wished for this union , like their parents did. The question would also allow her to get a feel for him, maybe open a channel of honesty between the two of them. Then she could&nbsp; tell him that this was not what she wanted. There was&nbsp; a chance that she could&nbsp; get out of this unscathed and even having made a new friend.<br><br><br>As soon as the car came to a stop she was ready to leap out, her phone had been buzzing in her purse&nbsp; for the whole date&nbsp; and she wanted to&nbsp; answer it, to read&nbsp; whatever it was that Ryu&nbsp; had sent her. Yet she lingered. Wished Torai a goodbye, even leaned in to kiss his cheek before&nbsp; making her exit. As soon as she was inside. As soon as the maids turned away, she&nbsp; pulled out the device and sunk to the floor. The words on the screen made her heart dance , even the smallest thing. The plainest word. As the black letters marred the pure white of the screen. She quickly typed a response and ran up the grand stairs to change, and look the way she wanted too to the man she was quickly loosing her heart to.<br><br><em>I Need You</em><br><br><br>Those three words she typed so bravely, even though her mind questioned why she was doing it. On one hand she could have typed those words to preserve her choice. So that the feeling of being so close to another person wasn’t wasted. Then there&nbsp; &nbsp;was the feeling she got whenever she was around the boy, that complete loss of control that was delicious but dangerous at the same time. . The last option was the one she chose to believe. It was that she loved the boy.<br><br><br>&nbsp;She’d wait to tell him of course , but for right now she just wanted to be with him, using her credit card she booked a room. If he could meet her, in the early hours of the&nbsp; morning&nbsp; she&nbsp; made her own way to the hotel&nbsp; checked in, leaving his name at the desk so he would be sent up. The reality of&nbsp; what she was doing&nbsp; hit her when she walked into the room and the first thing she saw was the bed. Daylight filtered in through the slightly open curtains and lit up the room, she turned on the television&nbsp; and&nbsp; removed her coat. The sleek dark green dress fluttered in the slight breeze and a few tendrils escaped the&nbsp; quick up do. She searched the ground for a moment, as if she might be able&nbsp; to see him, even though she was far too high up.&nbsp; She’d brought some school books, on the slight chance that he may have to do the same. That was if he came. Of course, time was valuable. His especially, an ill mother, school and part time drug dealing&nbsp; probably took up a lot of his time, would he even have the time to&nbsp; spend a day with&nbsp; a girlfriend? Was she a girlfriend?<br><br><br>&nbsp;She shook her head slowly. She was really the last person to worry about labels, especially right&nbsp; now, when technically she was someone else’s fiancée.<br><br><br>&nbsp;Settling down on the floor, books spread around her she studied in silence while she waited. She found it difficult, partially due to the tingling anticipation that had her looking up at the door at the slightest&nbsp; sound. When he came. If he came. She would run to him,&nbsp; and kiss him soundly as a greeting. <br><br><br>Whenever they were apart her lips longed to be against his. She wondered silently, If Torai could make her feel like that, if maybe she would put more consideration into the match her parents had made for her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>04-12-2014, 13:26:01</strong>
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				While his master was off on a date with the young Ms. Rei, Mr. Ikeda was hard at work. He had already made arrangements to have some poor girl to be sent to the town-house in the evening, probably a girl trafficked from the Yakuza knew where who didn't speak a word of Japanese. He only hoped that his master didn't treat the girl too badly, as her procurer would take physical injury as an extra fee. Not that his master didn't have money, but it would complicate hiding such expenditures from his master's father. Master's parents were ignorant of their son's sordid deeds, such as the drugs, the prostitutes, and how he abused his sister Kazumi, and while he would be forced to tell them if they ever asked, they never did. Ikeda, amoral as he was, stuck to the letter of his contract with the Akamatsu family, doing only what he was told to do, no more, and no less.<br><br>The second part was laying surveillance on Ms. Kirina Rei. He hired a hacker to break into the security system of her house, and in that way had a complete live feed of all the security cameras. He made arrangements to have more cameras surreptitiously installed in what should be ostensibly private areas, such as the lavatories, bathrooms, and bedrooms. He had a tracking device installed on her car. The only thing that he hadn't managed to get hold of yet was her cellular phone, but he had plans to get that done soon.<br><br><hr><br>Throughout most of their date, Kirina had been rather listless, saying little on her own and answering simply when spoken to. They had a light dinner at a somewhat more casual Italian restaurant in the shopping district (it was actually a rather expensive place, one of the most in the whole district, but to someone like Torai that was nothing). Torai did not try to push Kirina into talking, which she might have interpreted as his being respectful of her feelings but was really because he didn't really care one way or the other. When they were finished, Mr. Ikeda came to pick them up, and it was there Kirina had asked a serious question, about whether or not he shared his parents' ambitions for his future.<br><br>To this he shook his head. "If it seems that I follow the path my parents chose to me, it is only because I have considered my own path in life and my plans for myself just so happen to align with their plans for me. I know that they are trying to arrange a marriage between us, but if we do get married as they want, I want it to be because it is what <em>we</em> want to happen."<br><br>Once they had gotten to her town-house, she left without undue haste, though judging from the buzzing of her cellphone someone was trying to reach her through most of the time they were on their date. He would give a pretty penny to find out who that was, and it was unfortunate that Mr. Ikeda hadn't yet had an opportunity to tap into her phone. He was, however, successful in breaking into the security cameras in Kirina's house and had a tracker installed on her car. Perhaps that would be enough.<br><br>As soon as the door closed, Torai got his own cellphone at a nod from Ikeda, and could on its screen see how Kirina rushed up to her room, cellphone in hand. He hummed an old song to himself as he watched, grinning. It's too bad that he couldn't find out who it was she was in contact with, perhaps one of her friends, but the way she seemed to be hiding her use of the phone from the household help made him think otherwise.<br><br>"<em>Every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take, I'll be watching you...</em>"<br><br><hr><br>Friday for Ryuunosuke was a pretty much ordinary day at school, and he had as usual sent Kirina text messages asking how she had been, but was a little worried that she hadn't responded as promptly as she normally did. However, something had come up when he got home that afternoon that temporarily drove most thoughts of his girlfriend (<em>was she his girlfriend?</em>) out of his mind.<br><br>As they sat at the table for dinner, he saw that his mother's face was more drawn and worried than usual. He knew she had been to the hospital earlier that day for further tests, and her expression told him that the results had not been favourable. She explained how the medicines she had been taking to treat her illness were not working as well as the doctors had hoped, and a new set of medicines had been prescribed, far more expensive than the last set. While government health insurance would be able to absorb most of the costs, she feared that it would still not be enough given their meagre family income.<br><br>"Don't worry, mother, I'll think of something," he said, the food turning to ashes in his mouth. It looked like he would have to accept Mr. Ishikawa's proposal whether he wanted to or not after all. "I have a little money saved up so we can buy the first doses, and I have a few offers for new work."<br><br>"But son..." she said, but Ryuunosuke cut her off.<br><br>"Please, mother, don't ask any more questions. I'll just do what I have to do. That's all you need to know." At that, his mother just wordlessly nodded, though she still seemed troubled.<br><br>After washing the dishes he rested in his room while his mother watched a television drama, and he sent a reply to Mr. Ishikawa, saying that he would do as he asked. A reply promptly came up, saying that he would start on Monday, and gave instructions on where and when to meet.<br><br>And then there was a message from Kirina. Just three simple words: <em>I Need You</em>. He could feel the girl's desperation behind the characters that glowed on the little screen of his phone, and he promptly replied: <em>Just say the word, and I'll be there</em>. She needed to consider carefully what to do without alerting her minders who would alert her parents, and she would find a way to see him tomorrow.<br><br>Early the next morning he received instructions on where to go, and took the train there as soon as he was able. He left a note for his mother telling her that he needed to go somewhere. It was with some trepidation that he entered the rather high-class hotel where he stuck out like a sore thumb with his clothes that clearly marked him out as a commoner, but when he went to the front desk and telling them his name as he was instructed to do, the faces of the hotel attendants brightened, and they immediately motioned him up the elevators, giving him a room number.<br><br>"Kirina, it's me," he said, as he knocked on the door.<br><br><hr><br>The next morning, Mr. Ikeda came into his master's secret room. The room stank of sweat, bodily fluids, alcohol, and drugs of various sorts. The girl he had gotten for him was still there, naked and bruised and tied to a wooden horse, but she didn't seem too badly injured. She looked up blearily at him as he checked her pulse. Master Torai had hurt many other women far worse in the past, almost killing one even, and it had taken all of Mr. Ikeda's skill to finesse out of that one. When he was first hired he didn't immediately realise that it was actually his job to keep his master's mask of sanity from slipping off.<br><br>Torai himself lay sprawled on the bed. He looked up blearily as Ikeda turned on a lamp. "What is it?" he asked.<br><br>"It's Miss Rei, Master. She has left the house. She didn't take the car, so we lost track of her and don't know where she is."<br><br>"What!" Torai shouted, as he got unsteadily to his feet, a riding crop in hand. He struck Ikeda, none too hard as most of his strength was spent by the night's exertions. The butler took the blow with equanimity. He had, after all, failed his master.<br><br>"We did not expect that she would attempt to walk out of her house and go somewhere just like that. The group of people we have asked to watch her comings and goings at the house will be in place by tomorrow. This will not happen again."<br><br>"It had better not!" Torai snarled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 09:40:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;Her fingertips&nbsp; brushed absentmindedly over the written words in the text as she waited for Ryu. She&nbsp; shifted occasionally but&nbsp; for the most part she remained where she was, her mind only partially able to focus, and she doubted she’d recall anything she was reviewing later but for now, it was a decent enough distraction while she waited for the boy. She’d dressed herself. Something she hadn’t done in a while , none the less, the sheer layer of the dress fluttered about her like the emerald green leaves of a Brugmansia flower as they hugged&nbsp; the white petals of the bloom. The same was with her dress. Her mother had told her, when gifting her the&nbsp; garb, a year before that the designer had based the&nbsp; gown on the flower.<br><br>She’d matched the dress with a&nbsp; small heeled&nbsp; pair of white gold shoes that, accented with tiny emeralds here and there as the straps traced in a criss cross pattern up to her knees. Her hair, left down , bounced in soft curls as it was gently pulled away from her face with&nbsp; a pair of matching pearl barrettes. Makeup was simple and elegant, accenting her eyes and&nbsp; cheekbones without overpowering her natural beauty.<br><br>&nbsp;With the television on, she couldn’t hear the other patrons, probably a good thing, considering a good many wealthy men used this hotel to house their younger mistresses and trysts. They were probably doing things that would bring a bright blush to her cheeks and give her that breathless embarrassment that was like getting the wind knocked out of her. It was similar to the way she&nbsp; felt when she kissed Ryu, like her heart would jump out of her throat it was dancing so much in her chest, event thinking about him&nbsp; got her all worked up. She shook her head slowly to ease her mind and smiled when a love song by Daichi Muira played over the music video station. The smile growing, and then disappearing quickly when she heard the knock and her name called ever so softly. <br><br>&nbsp;She meant the words when she sent them, but as she rose, brushing herself off and straitening the dress slightly, she found the reality of what she had said diking in. Was she really ready for this? She could always stop it if she wasn’t sure, tell him she’d changed her mind. It would probably be safer, leave things uncomplicated, or at least less complicated then&nbsp; everything had become.<br><br>She could remain the dutiful daughter she had been up until now, could&nbsp; marry the man she&nbsp; got along with but perhaps could never&nbsp; love, just so&nbsp; their parents were pleased. She could pretend that she and Ryu had never met and go on with her life, it would all be much easier, much less work, less of a fight. It was all&nbsp; up to her and the decision would be made on that lovely white painted double doors.<br><br>&nbsp;To open the door to Ryuunosuke, would be giving herself to him, to all the possibilities and dangers of difference that came with it, because if he were to ask for her body, her heart, she doubted there would be any way she could say no, she didn’t want to say no to him. So opening that door would be the&nbsp; decision to go along with whatever came of their actions here today. Keeping it closed, a decision to avoid those events.<br>She paused briefly, with her hand on the latch, and took a breath. A soft smile, nervous, but lovely still, etched it’s way across her features. The door opened.<br><br>&nbsp;She leaned forward. Closing the gap between them with her lips finding his. Yes this was what she wanted, the taste of him, the warmth that spread through her, just knowing he was close. Her mind taunted her with the notion, if a kiss, and one that she initiated, had this much of an effect on her, what would happen if it was taken just a step further.<br><br>That was what she wanted right? To invite the man to steal&nbsp; away that innocence about her. It was what she thought of while selecting her clothing, their room, wasn’t it?<br><br>When their kiss parted she said hello to him,&nbsp; but there was something different, he looked as if the weight of all his troubles had increased tenfold and&nbsp; pushed upon his shoulders.&nbsp; Once they were both in the room and the door closed she&nbsp; pushed back the urge to tell the boy just how much she’d missed him and instead asked for him to tell her what had happened. What had changed since the last time they had met. Her own mind drawing conclusions, from him being targeted by the police, to finding out about, and being upset about her,’ cheating.’ Even touching on the possibility that his Mother…. No that couldn’t be it, he wouldn’t be here if that happened.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>17-01-2015, 13:59:06</strong>
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				Ryuunosuke felt a moment's hesitation behind the door, as if Kirina were rethinking the kind of step that they were just about to take. He knew just as well as she did what this place was sometimes used for, and what men and women staying together like they were often did, and perhaps the gravity of the step which they were about to take was just then hitting home. Oddly enough, though perhaps not so, he had never done it before himself, as he had never before had a true girlfriend, his life to that point being dominated by the struggle of living from day to day. Part of him even wished that she would keep the door shut and tell him to leave, that this was all a big mistake, as part of him indeed felt it to be. He felt like a coward, not wanting to make the difficult choice himself, which would be a heartbreak beyond his endurance.<br><br>The door opened and there she was, and without a word she leaned forward into him, kissing him, as naturally as they did the first time. There was no denying the rightness of it, being with her, was like suddenly being made whole. When the kiss finally ended and they were inside, she asked him what had happened. Was he really so transparent, that she could tell so easily he was deeply troubled? Taking a seat on a couch in the suite, which, he noted, was rather larger than the little flat he shared with his mother, he said: "My mother went to the doctor again yesterday for her regular check up, and she was prescribed a new, and substantially more expensive set of medicines. I've had to use some of the secret savings I have from my <em>other</em> job, and I've been forced to accept the offer that Mr. Ishikawa, well, he's the guy who's been supplying me with the junk, gave me."<br><br>He paused for a moment. "He wants me to run one of his labs. I suppose it's a better deal than what I'm doing now. It's less risky of course, since I don't have to work on the street any more, but it also means that I'm that much closer to becoming a real gangster like Mr. Ishikawa, and I don't think I really want to become one. But I don't see that I have a whole lot of options."<br><br>Ryuunosuke embraced Kirina tenderly then, and kissed her behind the ear. "I know it's so selfish of me to ask you to stay with me in my situation. But I don't know why being with you feels so right... Like all my life I've been waiting for you." He kissed her again along her neckline, down to her collarbone, the dress she was wearing was ridiculously provocative, far more so than anything she had ever worn before, the flower-like tube of the dress displaying a moderate cleavage.<br><br>"Do you want me, Kirina? Even if it's just for a short while?" he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>20-01-2015, 09:15:32</strong>
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				Did she?&nbsp; Did she want to be with him? She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t.&nbsp; Then there it was again, that innocence in her. Like a flash of lightning as&nbsp; quick and brief as that doubt before, that had caused her to hesitate at the door. However she gave into the soft kisses and&nbsp; answered him. Her eyes sought out his as her hands&nbsp; pulled his&nbsp; gaze to hers by gently caressing&nbsp; the sides of his face thumb brushing over his temple as if the action would&nbsp; erase all the worries he had. A brief smile&nbsp; and a nod as her voice trickled out.<br>“Ryu,I’ve never wanted anything, or anyone like I want you .” The honesty of her words was striking. Clear in such a way that it even shocked a gasp from her.&nbsp; The way his arms wrapped about her lulled her eyes closed as she allowed her hands to slid back and play with his hair. Tousling the locks as&nbsp; fingertips raked through the&nbsp; to play softly down his back. <br><br>&nbsp; She wanted to help him, his mother and she probably could, a few strings pulled here and there and she could at least have a better doctor , one that wouldn’t&nbsp; push her around by prescribing a bunch of medication that probably wasn’t helping, and costing him a fortune.<br>Should she though? Should she offer to help him? No, she didn’t think he was the sort to take&nbsp; offence to that, but he didn’t seem the sort to take charity either. She pushed the thoughts of helping him from her mind for now.&nbsp; As much as the sadness of his mother’s illness was a part of him. It was a grim topic of discussion for their first planned rendezvous. <br>&nbsp;<br>She didn’t recognize the make of his clothing, there were no brands where she could see, it didn’t matter though, because&nbsp; she wasn’t interested in the clothes.&nbsp; She could barely muster up an interest in her own clothing, unless she was dressing for him, that became an entirely different story.&nbsp; It was the person under the scraps of cloth, who’s embrace warmed her from deep within. She was sure that they would litter the floor of the lovely room in due course. As she pressed into the boy, well aware they were still on the couch as she timidly allowed her kisses to wander. The words were there. The one’s young lovers&nbsp; were said to whisper to each other in moments like this. They sat there on the tip of her tongue, afraid to fall in case they were not returned.<br><br>&nbsp;She had no clue what she was doing as she looked over&nbsp; &nbsp;the man who’s lap she was suddenly sitting in, fingertips numbly pulled&nbsp; down the zipper to his sweater&nbsp; and pushed the fabric off his shoulders. Letting it fall behind him on the couch. She&nbsp; grinned playfully and lifted a brow, almost relishing the new task , the new challenge of having to undress her male partner. Turning his question back on him.<br><br>“ Do you want me?” Surprising herself as she pressed her lips against his, not realizing that she had made it&nbsp; nearly impossible for him to answer verbally. Not that it mattered. She wanted him to show her the answer, to prove it.&nbsp; The gentle&nbsp; tug of her fingers at his shirt and the tease of her fingers beneath it as she lifted it slowly. Parting her lips from his, just to pull the cloth over his head. Surly as his arms left their embrace around her , the warm, the heat within her would fade? Instead as her fingers touched his bare skin the flam burst into a raging inferno and she drank in the sight of him. She was forced to admit that he wasn’t to blame for that feeling but she herself. She traced with her fingers, each contour of the boy before letting her own lips wander, tasting the hollow between his collar and his neck. Did all of him taste like that?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>21-01-2015, 06:46:32</strong>
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				"I want you like nothing else in the world," Ryuunosuke answered, as he felt Kirina's kisses all over his body, a frisson passing through him like an electric current. His hands found some sort of drawstring at the back of her dress, and once he managed to untie it, the top fell away like the petals of a flower opening. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and her small but shapely breasts came free. He found that they fitted nicely in the palm of his hand. Though he could feel his blood beginning to boil at her scent and the smooth touch of her skin on his, he forced himself to be gentle, to savour the moment. It would both be their first times. As he had never before been as close to a girl as this, he wasn't quite sure exactly what to do, but he did know that he loved her, and he let that guide him.<br><br>With their clothes half-undone, he embraced her, and drew her up so they were face to face. The television shifted to playing a gentle ballad by Kiroro, which set the mood as they swayed together in the sunlight shining through the French doors to the balcony. He kissed her then, this time a deep, open-mouth kiss, their tongues entwining within their mouths. He could feel her heart beating, growing faster in time with his own, a shudder going up her spine. He found the clasp that held her skirts and undid it, so it fell away behind them, and unbuttoned his trousers, so they fell away as well. He lay her down gently on the bed, and pulled off her panties. She lay there naked, probably rather shy, but that would only enhance his arousal. This was the first time he had ever seen a girl naked with his own eyes before, and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Removing his underpants he found he was harder than he could ever remember being.<br><br>Ryuunosuke, being almost just as inexperienced in all of this as Kirina, did, however know that this would probably hurt for her at first, and he needed to be patient and gentle, to make her wet enough as to minimise the pain when he entered. And so he tried to be as patient as he could be, kissing her on the mouth as before, his tongue moving down her neck to the valley between her breasts. His hand held one of her breasts, fondling it gently, teasing her nipple until it grew hard under his touch. He dared not go further than that yet, to that secret place between her legs, as he could feel that she wasn't yet ready for that, but it would not be much longer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>07-02-2015, 09:31:26</strong>
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				Kirina let him touch her, because she wanted it, even though her body shivered as he pulled her near, and as her clothing fell. A blush dusted across her cheeks when the last&nbsp; scrap of cloth&nbsp; shielding her from his view fell from his hands and off to the side. When you constantly had other’s dressing you, helping you in and out of baths, handing you towels, like the servants in her home, you got used to being nude in front of others, but something was different about&nbsp; Ryuunosuke seeing her like this. Perhaps because the way he looked at her. That look in his eyes made&nbsp; her nakedness a much more intimate affair. She’d always been told she had a wonderful body, but she’d never really believed it, or rather she did but compliments paid by people who&nbsp; rely on you for a pay check or people that have learned to use their behaviors to further their own purpose. <br>The way he touched her, she could have been one&nbsp; &nbsp;of the most misshapen , stained critters in the world and she’d still believe she was beautiful. His fingertips felt like silk, silk being slowly dragged over her skin. Strange she thought, what with him having to work for everything, be so strong and yet his touch could be so gentle. Thinking about his kisses while he touched her made her feel even more embarrassed. Her eyes closed&nbsp; slowly and a soft sigh&nbsp; slipped from between her lips, a surprising sound, she didn’t know she could make. Half a sigh and&nbsp; half a purr. <br><br>She liked what he was doing,&nbsp; but she wanted more. She wanted him to touch all of her.&nbsp; SO dirty! She’d be called a pervert if she even mentioned wanting to make love this much.&nbsp; She couldn’t Imagine who she would confide something like this to though. Perhaps Kazumi…. Probably not she doubted her friend could relate to feeling such an arousal. It was the truth of it though, she smoothed her thighs together, trying desperately to remove that itch that was inside her. The itch that was begging for him.<br><br>Kirina wasn’t an idiot. She knew that the first time, him being inside her, would hurt. She knew that and yet she wasn’t afraid.&nbsp; He was so gentle with her, like he was worried about breaking her.&nbsp; She didn’t care though if being broken meant more of that warmth, more of him looking at her with those&nbsp; eyes, that made her feel like she was the only woman on earth, that he’d never seen a girl before. Eyes that just drank her in like water, like a dehydrated man, who’s thirst could not be quenched. She knew because that was how she felt.&nbsp; Like she could have all of him and never get enough of&nbsp; him.<br><br>“Ryu, that’s…..” She bit her bottom lip, not quite sure&nbsp; if she could find the words to describe what she was feeling.&nbsp; At the same time her mind urged her to be quiet. To just allow her body to indulge in the way she felt, in the way he made her feel. <br><br>Her own embrace shifted, to holding him to her&nbsp; to allowing her fingers to slip between them tentatively touching sensitive flesh, wondering if she could perhaps elicit a similar response in him that he had in her.&nbsp; Did she? Could she if she tried? Pulling her fingertips upward slowly she memorized every inch of him. It seemed impossible that this part of him, so hard and soft at the same time, was used for what it was used for, it was strange in appearance but beautiful at the same&nbsp; time. Just like him.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>08-02-2015, 23:46:54</strong>
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				Ryuunosuke could feel that he was doing <em>something</em> right, from the way Kirina's body was reacting to his touch. He let his lips close around one of her nipples, suckling on it, even as he fondled the other breast with his hand. Her breasts were rather small, and perhaps she might have been conscious of their size when compared to others, but to Ryuunosuke they were perfect. He never was one who obsessed on size, and he cared more about their form, and the gentle curves she had there were what he considered the epitome of perfection.<br><br>His tongue continued its exploration of her body, down the smooth, flat plain of her belly, and lingered briefly on her navel, before finally proceeding to the terra incognita between her legs, that mysterious cavern that was the fountain of all life and all pleasure. He had never seen one up close before, though it was possible to obtain uncensored pictures nowadays, seeing it with his own eyes was something else. The scent of it, of pure, clean womanhood, brought him to such a peak of arousal that he could almost not resist it. Experimentally, he ran his tongue across the most, pink folds of flesh there, savouring its taste, which was indescribably intoxicating, like the drugs he sold, but a hundred million times more potent. He knew about the rush of heroin in the blood: he had foolishly experimented with it once and its potency terrified him, and this was the same. He would be forever hooked on it as much as his customers were on his product, and withdrawal from it was a frightful prospect. His tongue explored further yet, running across the nub of her clitoris, and hearing her gasp at the unaccustomed sensation, licked it further, more vigorously, until she stiffened and arched her back at the first orgasm. His gentleness balanced itself against his desperation, and used his tongue and fingers to explore every petal of that sacred and secret flower that he had the privilege to be the first to ever touch, and he saw how her hands gripped the bedsheets as her body entered the throes of yet another orgasm.<br><br>Though every instinct of Ryuunosuke's told him that Kirina was now ready, her body itself already begging for him to enter her as much as his own craved to be inside her, he slid up again, and kissed her as he had before, embraced her tenderly, his member a hot, hard thing against her sex, so close yet so far. "I love you, Kirina," he whispered simply. "I want to be with you always."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>13-05-2015, 05:57:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;She whispered the words back to him. They were honest, pure raw emotion after all, and in this room, no one could touch them. They were a secret whispered&nbsp; between the two of them as she stole away the&nbsp; last vestiges of her innocent in the situation.His arousal was so close, lingering on the edge of the act itself, lifting her hips when the angle was just right, and a terrifying guttural sound forced itself from between her lips. She hadn't been expecting that.<br><br>But it didn't hurt. At least not like she'd been told it would. It felt strange, new, but she suspected his care before had been the reason for her relative comfort at the moment. Actually, comfort wasn't the right word, what she was feeling now, was far from comfort, in fact it was one of the most uncomfortable feelings ever and as her hands moved to wrap about his forearms&nbsp; bracing herself to move against&nbsp; him. Because this was what she wanted, to loose herself in him, as a part of him, even for the short time that they had.<br><br>"Ryu." Left her lips&nbsp; breathlessly , accompanied by a sound that echoed of the lewd ones that had escaped her before, except now she had much less control, shed never be able to hold them back now. It was happening again, he was sliding inside of her, her body brushing against his . <br><br>&nbsp;This was bliss, with nothing&nbsp; else muttering as&nbsp; she lifted her hips slowly,concentraiting on&nbsp; the action seemed harder and harder as she moved against him. Playfully and experimenting with the action, all of this new to her, she&nbsp; moved until he was sheathed as far inside her as she could push him and then rolled her hips against him. The action, sent shockwaves of pleasure through her in such a drastic manor&nbsp; that she called his name again, louder this time. Something was building again&nbsp; and like a hum, it buzzed through her.&nbsp; She held it back though, because something told her, something within her&nbsp; told her that if she waited for him, waited until he fell, and tumbled down together with him. It would be beautiful, so she held it back.<br><br>It became harder and harder to do and in desperate attempts to encourage him she whispered about her love for him, shuddering she kissed his lips, her kiss desperate, begging for him to let go as she had.<br><br>It felt like an eternity, and she could have stayed in that bliss forever, but after the tumble, after the fall she settled on the bed under him. She was his now. No matter what happened now, they would have this. Even though she should be happy. She wasn't. She wanted to cry. In fact she was crying, hot tears&nbsp; slipped down her cheeks and she tried to hide them by&nbsp; burying her face&nbsp; in his bare chest. She was sure this was the last reaction a man wanted after making love to a woman. Now she'd surly have to explain, but how, how would she explain that she loved him and wanted to stay here in his arms, forever.<br><br>After explaining, that she wished they could be together for longer. But she knew that he had things to do as much as she, though his reasons were purer then hers, after lingering in his arms for what seemed like ages. Comfortable in his arms and their nakedness. <br><br>Dressing after a time and promising to see him soon, she left.<br><br><br>" Did you enjoy your spa day dear?" Her mother asked as&nbsp; she sat down to a meal with the older woman. " I must say it seems to have done you well, you positively glow."<br><br>" Thank you mother. It was nice." Kirina grinned&nbsp; as she dipped her gaze, she surely felt wonderful, and was already planning her next tryst with her love. <br><br>" I'm glad to see you are taking your responsibility seriously, trying to look lovely for your future husband? As a mother, I'm glad to see you are pleased." Kirina's grin faltered briefly as her thoughts deterred from her mother's happy praise. She wanted to inform her mother tartly that she was not pleased with the arrangement, even less so that she was expected to sit next to her future husband today and&nbsp; select a ring, a ring that he would give to her, too represent the promise between the two of them. The promise to bring together their families. She didn't want a ring, so she had every intention to stall as best a she could. They couldn't fault her. After all, isn't it a girls right to be picky about such things? " There he is."<br><br>Her mother stood and waved the boy forward.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>20-05-2015, 13:05:14</strong>
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				They moved together then, Ryuunosuke pushing down even as Kirina moved her hips upwards to meet him, and at that they were joined. She was tight, very tight, but also very wet, and she made a sound that was matched by his own. He saw that there was some small blood as he had taken her maidenhead, but it didn't seem that she was in a great deal of pain. Her insides were warm, even as she breathlessly called out his name, which he took as a cue to move. He did this slowly, gently at first, the sense of his member sliding through her sending a wave of sensation rippling through his body with every stroke, which made him gasp even as she did. His heart was racing within him so hard that he felt it must burst, and he felt something coming from deep within him that was straining to get out, getting stronger as they did this.<br><br>He held her in his arms tightly then, his mouth seeking hers, kissing her deeply even as he moved, accelerating his pace as he could feel her passion for him rising even as his own did, feeling her sex grip his own with a throbbing rhythm in time with the beating of their hearts. He had to hold back and wait for her, so that they would reach the peak together until they fell, until he felt her body stiffen beneath him and he could hold it back no longer, and he pulled out just in the nick of time, his seed shooting out of his member in spasm after spasm, covering her smooth belly, as he fell next to her, spent. He knew that if he let that go inside her she might get pregnant, and that was something that they definitely weren't ready for yet.<br><br>On the side table next to Ryuunosuke was a box of tissue paper, which he used to wipe away his seed, and for a long moment, they held each other then, and she wept softly in his arms. He said nothing, merely stroking her hair as they lay in that intimate embrace, knowing that she would tell him what troubled her when she was ready to do so.<br><br>Later on, they got dressed and went their separate ways, with a promise to see each other soon.<br><br><hr><br>Torai, after he had calmed himself and had Mr. Ikeda see to the girl, called Kirina's home, and was informed that she had gone to a day spa for some relaxation. A likely story, he thought, given the unusual way she had departed, not using her car and chauffeur, but instead taking the trains like some plebeian. She evidently didn't want her doings that morning noted by her servants and hence by her parents, and Torai was inclined to assume the worst. He snarled at the phone after the call, and on a lark decided to have a look at the cameras in her house. Hmm, interesting, he thought, as he saw Mrs. Yukiri Rei there, which was unusual. Then he remembered that they were all supposed to go together to some jewellery shops or something to choose an engagement ring.<br><br>After getting himself clean and removing the last traces of the previous night's debauchery, Mr. Ikeda assisted him in putting on one of the fine if somewhat conservative suits bespoke tailored from Savile Row, and fine custom-made leather shoes that were polished to a dazzling shine. A striped silk tie completed his attire. Checking his phone he checked the video feed from Kirina's house and saw that she still wasn't home, but he decided to move along anyway. She could be late if she wished but a man could never be late, such a faux pas was unforgivable, most especially as he was trying to make a good impression on her mother as well.<br><br>A few minutes later he arrived, and was ushered into a sitting room where Yukiri met with him briefly.<br><br>"Mrs. Rei, I could not help but notice that Kirina's car was still in the driveway. I would have expected that she would use her car to go to the spa," he asked her.<br><br>For the most part, Yukiri's face was impassive, but he detected a trace of annoyance. "You know that sometimes she wishes to see the city in a way impossible when travelling that way, and we cannot <em>completely</em> shelter her." She said this in a way that made Torai think that she wished that such a thing were possible. He heard a beeping noise and Yukiri took her phone out of her bag, and looking at it, she said: "She just sent me a message: she should be here in about fifteen minutes or so. Now if you will excuse me, Torai, I will make some final preparations."<br><br>Gesticulating to a maid, she said: "Uh, you there, what is your name?"<br><br>"Fumiko, mistress," she replied.<br><br>"You must be the new one here. Fumiko, please see to it that Mr. Akamatsu here wants for nothing as he waits for my daughter."<br><br>"Yes, mistress," Fumiko replied. Torai gave her a sidelong wink, and she looked at him with an apprehensive gasp, but Yukiri did not notice as she was already halfway to the door out of the sitting room. She was one of the new servants that Mr. Ikeda planted in Kirina's household, and hopefully she would not be as stupid as that. He handed the maid a small gadget that she was supposed to plug into Kirina's phone, which would install a back door into it that would let him listen in on all her conversations after it was plugged in briefly.<br><br>She returned about half an hour later, saying that Kirina had arrived and was now ready, and she led him into the main hall, where mother and daughter waited. She also whispered to him that she had done what was asked.<br><br>"Well, Kirina, Mrs. Rei, shall we get going? I know just the place and I have several beautiful rings already lined up for us to choose."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>04-06-2015, 05:46:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;Kirina smiled softly. She’d done a bit of research&nbsp; in order to be able to stall in a much less obvious manor, she’d looked up lovely gems that would&nbsp; be particularly costly and particularly difficult to obtain. The one she had settled on, as accents to what she was sure would be a lovely diamond, were&nbsp; Grandidierite.&nbsp; She could argue that the bluish green gem would compliment her eyes, and could count as the ‘ something blue’ required for traditional western nuptials. The stones were fairly as well as rare, and she knew that even the best of the best jewelers would likely not have it readily on hand. Though she was sure special orders allowed for the gem to be included.<br><br>He was looking at her strangely as they were ushered in and out of the car. Like he was trying to figure out some sort of secret about her. She was sure she didn’t look any different, she’d spent enough time staring at her reflection to ensure that.&nbsp; She’d expected to feel older, more mature, but her reflection had been the same as ever. Of that she was sure. As maids had nearly attacked her as soon as she had entered the home. The dress she had worn especially for&nbsp; Ryuunosuke had been discarded. Dressed in a smart combination of form fitting high waist pants, black as they slid over her hips and in identical buttons on each side&nbsp; and a white blouse, her hair lifted elegantly away from her face.<br><br>&nbsp;She looked at the gems with a discerning eye as her mother, getting quite excited over the whole thing&nbsp; swooned,&nbsp; lifting one of the designs to&nbsp; bring it too her attention.&nbsp; She explained her plan, asking the jeweler if it would be possible with any of these designs. She&nbsp; looked at the jeweler, doing her best to look like a young woman very much in love and excited for her nuptials.&nbsp; To convince him that it would all be well worth the trouble. That and the sizable commission on such a product , probably did her talking for her. The feelings of bliss that her&nbsp; brief times with Ryu brought her, aiding in that charade. Her mother had fallen in love with her idea, picking out a ring that would allow for shards of the&nbsp; rare blue/green&nbsp; stone as accents to the larger gemstone. <br><br>Her mother was talking about an articule and a magazine feature that would&nbsp; show the&nbsp; ring once completed, naming the jeweler and flaunting the extravagance of the purchase. Kirina&nbsp; lifted her phone, sending a quick mail to Ryu.&nbsp; The message was simple, and stated merely that she missed him. A little heart ending the&nbsp; phrase before she continued in asking when she could see him again.<br><br>&nbsp;As she hit send, she felt strange. Like she was being watched. She glanced about and upon finding that she was just being paranoid. Settled. <br><br>“ Mother?” She asked softly as the elder woman finalized the preparations, She should have the ring on her finger before the end of the week. “ Exams are coming up, do you think I could have Kazumi come and stay with us for a few days? To study?” Normally she wouldn’t bother asking, but she had a feeling that inviting the sister of her future husband over would earn her brownie points somewhere along the lines. And perhaps make it easier when she eventually told her parents she did not want to go through with the Marriage.<br><br>She could also ask the girl about her brother, perhaps find some way to convince him that she wasn’t the sort of girl he wanted to wed.<br><br>--- <br><br>A couple nights later she was in her bed, her friend next to her, but far enough away&nbsp; for it to still be decent. They’d studied, and planned a shopping trip for the weekend&nbsp; that would include picking up the finished ring. She was nervous. A part of her knew that she would have to tell her parents soon, come clean to them about not wanting the wedding to take place, and her developing relationship with Ryu.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;The screen to her phone lit up next to her on the pillow and she lifted it firing off a quick, amorous message to Ryu. Words she wished she could whisper in his ear. She slid from her bed. Careful not to disturb her friend and slid into the closet for some clothes. Quickly dressing in a simple pair of soft&nbsp; yoga pants and patterned t shirt. <br><br>“ I need to see you. Anywhere. Please” She sent as she left the room.&nbsp; She was quite as she slipped out into the cool&nbsp; night air.&nbsp; &nbsp;She’d get a cab once far enough away from her&nbsp; home. There was a little voice in the back of her mind that told her that he may be busy, that he might be spending time with his mother, though it was getting late.&nbsp; She needed him. The longing of wanting him to touch her, in the same intimate manner as before, was completely new to her and she was certain he felt it too. She stepped out of the cab half a block from where he had agreed to meet her. Once again, not exactly the safest end of town. Pulling him close&nbsp; in a kiss the second she saw him,&nbsp; pressing his back against the side of the nearby&nbsp; building.&nbsp; A tattoo parlor, with a side alley, between it and a set of rundown apartments. That side alley was&nbsp; where&nbsp; she undid the front of his pants, between the two of them. Not a word uttered as she continued to kiss him. Each kiss hastily expressing the need she felt.<br><br>It never occurred to her that she was being watched. Never occurred to her that each message she&nbsp; sent was being seen by eyes other them her own. So she allowed herself to get lost in the thrilling beat of her heart as she touched him, in the darkened corner of this little side alley<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>20-06-2015, 05:54:16</strong>
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				On Monday afternoon after school, Ryuunosuke received a text message on his phone from Mr. Ishikawa, telling him where they should meet that evening. It was in yet another apparently unused industrial warehouse similar to where the illicit party where he had met Kirina took place. Mr. Ishikawa was waiting for him at the front entrance, which was locked by a heavy, rusted chain. "This way, <em>kobun</em>," he said, moving down the side alley. The fact that Ishikawa had called him that disturbed him somewhat, but he let it pass without comment, as the big man fished out a set of keys from his pocket and opened a side door hidden in the corrugated walls of the building.<br><br>The Yakuza man led him up a flight of sheet metal stairs to a loft above the warehouse floor, where he turned on a light switch. There were rows of laboratory equipment, pretty much the same as the chemistry laboratory at school, all the equipment he would need. Ishikawa handed him a ring of keys. "You can come in here whenever you need. We'll expect you to produce a certain quota of heroin and methamphetamine every day from the batch of chemical precursors in the storage bins over there. Someone will be over in three to four hours to collect the synthesised product for distribution, and you'll be paid as well."<br><br>"What happens if I'm not able to finish synthesis by then?"<br><br>"Well, we'll wait a bit if it's not too long. Let's not get into what happens if you're <em>consistently</em> under quota. But there's something more important that you also need to do." He came to a desk and pulled out a sheaf of papers, handing them to Ryuunosuke.<br><br>"What's this? Piperidine derivatives; 1,3-dialkyl-4-aryl-4-acyloxypiperidines by A. Ziering and J. Lee." It was evidently a scientific paper from a journal on organic chemistry.<br><br>"It's an article from one of those scientific journals. It basically details the process for synthesizing a drug called desmethylprodine or MPPP that is sort of an analogue to heroin. You might have noticed that heroin's been getting more expensive these days. I don't know exactly why, but I've heard the Americans are doing some kind of major push out in Afghanistan and there's some mess going on in the Golden Triangle or something, but in any case there's some sort of complication in the deliveries of opium of late. Like all good businessmen my superiors want to be ahead of the game, and they realised that the designer drug described there might be just the ticket."<br><br>As Ryuunosuke thumbed through the papers, he found that it was not one but two papers. The other one was titled&nbsp; "Assessment of the opiate properties of two constituents of a toxic illicit drug mixture" by Johannesen and Markey.<br><br>"Oh, but do be careful when doing the synthesis. If you do it wrong, you'll wind up producing stuff that will cause Parkinson's disease. Naturally, we'll test it before sending it out into the street." He did not need to add <em>on you</em>. The prospect chilled Ryuunosuke, but he had little choice.<br><br><hr><br>A few days into his work synthesising drugs for the Suzaku Group Ryuunosuke was in the middle of the final steps for the synthesis of a batch of methamphetamine. This was a ticklish process and he needed to control the temperature carefully by making adjustments to release pressure to keep the still-volatile chemicals from exploding or releasing toxic fumes. Mistakes in this process led to the explosions and fires of late, but Ryuunosuke knew what he was doing better from his schooling in chemical engineering. Just as the process finished, and he was decanting the chemical waste into a receptacle, the door buzzed open and one of the Group's men came inside.<br><br>"Are you done?" the man asked.<br><br>"Just about," he replied, as he decanted the crystals of methamphetamine onto a metal plate. It was about a quarter of a kilogram's worth. "The heroin's over there," he said, indicating a plastic container of the stuff, which the man then sat about on a workbench and measured with a small balance. It was at this time that he received a message from Kirina, asking him to meet with her anywhere. He texted her back, telling her to meet him at a place a few blocks from the laboratory in about twenty minutes once he was done with passing the junk onto the Group's man. It was not a good part of town, but he didn't have his motorcycle with him and it was the only place where he could meet with her easily on such short notice. In any case, the gangs in the area knew who he was and who he worked for and that would deter them from hassling him.<br><br>He waited for her near a tattoo parlour a few blocks away from the lab, and soon enough she arrived, dressed in a simple patterned shirt and yoga pants as if she were going out for a little exercise. Without a word, she pulled him into a side alley and began kissing him with a desperate need that he felt as well. In the dark of the alley she pressed him against the wall and undid his pants even as she reached under her shirt to find with a delicious shock that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. His hand found her nipple and began to play with it, feeling it harden like little a ripe strawberry beneath his fingers.<br><br>"Let's get inside. I know the guy who owns the tattoo parlour."<br><br><hr><br>Torai sat in his secret room, rather impatiently waiting for Mr. Ikeda to get back from procuring him another girl for the night. He really wanted to fuck Kazumi again tonight instead, but she was with Kirina, and wouldn't be back for a little while. She could join this other girl he had Mr. Ishikawa get when she got back. He was wondering at the rather strange messages Kirina had been sending to an unknown person since he gained access to her phone. She never referred to him by name, but she always sent and received amorous messages from him, whoever he was. She had just received a message from him naming some sort of warehouse district where they were supposed to meet. Turning on the GPS receiver on her phone remotely he saw that she was still supposed to be home, so he called up Kazumi.<br><br>"Onii-sama?" she replied, a little sleepily.<br><br>"Are you still with Kirina?" he asked.<br><br>"I'm still in her house, must have dozed off. She's not here right now in her room."<br><br>"Where is she?" he asked. Kazumi came out, a little blearily, and learned from a maid that Kirina had gone out briefly for some exercise. Evidently she left her phone at home when she went to meet with her strange visitor.<br><br>After he had received Kazumi's response, he told her to just stay there and wait for Kirina to return before going home. "Ask her some teasing questions, about whether she's been out meeting someone."<br><br>Then he called Mr. Ikeda: "Master, I am almost back."<br><br>He mentioned the location Kirina had received in her text message and told Ikeda to meet him there.<br><br><hr><br>"Quick, get inside one of the booths and hide," Ryuunosuke said, as bells on the entryway rang, and he shoved Kirina into a curtained booth with a couple of chairs where tattoos were done. She would see Torai enter the parlour, much to her surprise.<br><br>"Well, look who we have here," Torai said, as he faced Ryuunosuke. "I know you, don't I?"<br><br>"Maybe," Ryuunosuke said. "What do you want?"<br><br>"Oh, nothing. I didn't know you hung around here. I was looking to have some tattoos done is all. You have anything with you for sale?" He fished the plastic bag containing desmethylprodine he had lately synthesised, and it looked pretty much like pure heroin, and if he did it reasonably correctly, it would feel just like it when it was used. He was reasonably confident it didn't contain the dangerous impurities warned of in the second paper, but he had no way of checking just yet. There was a way to test it for impurities he learned about out yesterday but it needed some equipment the underground lab didn't have, so he planned to try doing it secretly at the university laboratory tomorrow. If he got caught he would probably be expelled and imprisoned, but it was better than taking his chances with the drug he thought.<br><br>"How much do you want for this?" Torai asked.<br><br>"Today it's free."<br><br>"How generous. I'll be seeing you then." Torai left the shop. There seemed to be no sign of Kirina anywhere in the area, so she had likely gone elsewhere after meeting with her mysterious paramour and just missed her. He would need to get someone in her house to follow Kirina whenever she made these kinds of unscheduled trips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>21-06-2015, 07:40:59</strong>
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				" What was he doing here?" Kirina asked out loud&nbsp; to herself without realizing it, before peeking trough the curtain to make sure that he had gone.&nbsp; She had heard the conversation and&nbsp; had been shocked to find that&nbsp; Torai had actually purchased&nbsp; from Ryuunosuke.&nbsp; Though the real shock was when she realized that&nbsp; he was in the area because of her. This realization lead her to wonder how he knew where she was. She patted herself down, realizing that the only thing on her was the black card, tucked into her waistband,&nbsp; she didn't have her phone.<br><br>Could he have followed her from her home? If so, how had he known she was going out? Her mind worked out&nbsp; some of the details silently and she found herself clinging to Ryu.&nbsp; Hands reaching to pull him into the curtained area, sliding her fingers once again , into intimate spots. fingers&nbsp; much surer then they had been the first time they were together, urgent. she sat on the&nbsp; edge of a tattooing chair, her thighs on either side on his hips&nbsp; as she&nbsp; slid her hand&nbsp; to the back of his neck, silencing him with her own lips. <br><br>&nbsp;First she needed him, sliding inside of her, easier then the first time. It&nbsp; didn't hurt. Quite the opposite actually. It hurt more when he wasn't there, she had slid her pants off slowly, and tucked her panties too the side. It was best to stay as clothed as possible. In case they were interrupted.<br><br>&nbsp; Her mouth opened in a silent moan, wishing she could loose herself full in the blissful way he felt. One hand leaving him, palm lying flat against the chair using it to aid in lifting her hips. Rolling them in a slow upward motion&nbsp; each time he slid all the way inside. She&nbsp; grinned mischievously as their&nbsp; lips parted&nbsp; but the grin faded into another moan. this one, drowned out in his shirt.<br><br>She didn't last long, and came hard,&nbsp; unlike the slow build up to her orgasm that had happened&nbsp; the first time . Instead it crashed down suddenly in a way she certainly wasn't used to.<br><br>As she was pulling her Yoga pant's back on, knowing her time with him would have to be short. he was a busy man, and she had classes in the morning, she asked.<br><br>" Torai, he buys from you a lot doesn't he? His sister was buying for him, from you, the night we met." She muttered as she smoothed her hands over her bottom, pushing the fabric along with it. " Has he bought from you a lot?"<br><br>&nbsp;She told him that he was her fiancee, at least as far as the public was concerned and hinted at&nbsp; that she thought he was following her.<br><br>" Don't&nbsp; send me any mail&nbsp; for a bit, concentrate on your work, I'll get a burner and call you from it so you have the number. Meanwhile, I need to talk with my parents." She laughed darkly, thinking about how that conversation was going to go, pausing&nbsp; in her mirth, eyes sincere she&nbsp; took his hand. " Speaking of parents....."<br><br>She knew this was forward.<br><br>" I'd like to meet your mother."<br><br>---<br><br>She hadn't explained&nbsp; the reason she wanted to meet his mother. Because she wanted&nbsp; to seem eager, when in all truth&nbsp; she just wanted to see the woman that had made him the kind of man who had her wrapped around his little finger. she jogged back, her black card biting into her waist.<br><br>Arriving back she managed to pull off the sort of appearance a long run would dictate, somehow, she wasn't surprised to find her friend awake.<br><br>" Sorry Kazumi." She muttered as she slipped into pj's that were&nbsp; more comfortable then attractive and&nbsp; slipped back into the bed she was sharing with the girl. " I just had to&nbsp; work off some of the pre test gitters."<br><br>A lie but a good enough one that she guessed Kazumi would buy it. When the girl turned over and began asking questions though. she guessed it wasn't as&nbsp; good as she thought.<br><br>" I don't love your brother Kazumi, he knows that, I won't marry him, but if i do, it'll be just a marriage in name."&nbsp; Her friend pushed more, enough so that when her friend grinned at her , asking about her innocence she&nbsp; blushed prettily and rolled so her back was facing her friend. That blush could be seen as one of innocence, or it could be what it really was, her anger at&nbsp; her friend. The friend she was pretty sure, was digging, for her brother's benefit.<br><br>---<br><br>Her curls were pulled back into two curling pigtails. each pigtail styled into a single curl. Her school uniform accessorized with a deep burgundy red clutch and a single silver chain, a small catshaped charm&nbsp; sitting snugly between her breasts as she left the test room. Her hand hurt.&nbsp; And she had a light pounding in her temples. The kind that made her wince just a&nbsp; bit. Following soon after her was Kazumi. Bustling out of the testing&nbsp; room as loud as she possibly could have.&nbsp; Kirina spun around and grinned at her clearly pleased friend.<br><br>" Come on Kiri. Let's celebrate tonight. You me, dancing?"<br><br>Kirina nodded, The pre celebration shopping trip would be a good chance to get that burner phone, all she would need was one moment of her friend being distracted by a&nbsp; pretty bauble. <br><br>---<br>The&nbsp; plastic&nbsp; sealed phone was tucked amongst&nbsp; the cheaper, mass produced outfit her friend had picked out.&nbsp; It wasn't quite her usual style. Where she usually dressed in a modest, ladylike clothing, that accentuated her natural beauty and flaunted it in a demure fashion. This outfit though could not have been more opposite as it just screamed,'look at me'. <br><br>&nbsp;White lace layers lifted her breasts and pushed them together as thousands of soft curling white strands dangled&nbsp; down,&nbsp; grazing just above her belly button a feather, here and there accompanied by&nbsp; fake silver charms. The shorts were much the same, low cut,high hemmed. with matching white, curling tassels and the same feathers, reaching&nbsp; down to make the shorts appear a bit like a skirt, a very short skirt. She'd left her&nbsp; curls loose and&nbsp; barely&nbsp; put any makeup on.&nbsp; Just enough white smeared over her eyes to match the outfit. Lovely green eyes stared out from under thick lashes at her reflection. Kazumi had made her look like a whore.<br><br>She barely recognized the&nbsp; girl in the reflection as she&nbsp; bent over to&nbsp; slide on&nbsp; silvery heels. The straps crisscrossing all the way up her legs, ending in a silver feather-lined strap, just above the knee.<br><br>---<br>Before heading out she unpacked the burner phone and&nbsp; hid the packaging in her bed, just under the several decorative throws. Taking special care to ensure it looked pristine so it wouldn't be discovered before she had a chance to hide it. She called Ryu he didn't answer but she left a message anyhow. Wanting to invite him out as well, but considering Kazumi would be there. She thought better of it. Instead she kept it short and sweet.<br><br>" I miss you."<br><br>&nbsp;Tucking both phones into a pocket designed for that in the waist of her shorts accompanied by her I'd and almost 500$ in cash. She left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>30-06-2015, 10:54:43</strong>
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				In the dark confines of the tattoo parlour booth Kirina pulled Ryuunosuke inside and kissed him. He watched as she slid her trousers off with her panties, leaving those on one leg. Her sex glistened wetly in the dim, ambient light through the curtains of the booth, and he was quite hard already. The thrill perhaps of being in a place like this, with the danger of imminent discovery, adding a spice to his arousal. He entered her then, and it was a lot easier this time, and she would feel his own sex inside her hard as iron and as sure. He had never felt so complete as at that moment. He was a little worried as he didn't have any protection this time, but the raw feeling of himself inside her was so much better. She would probably assure him that the day was a safe one based upon her cycles, but still, he was never one to take unnecessary chances, and managed to pull out right on time, his cum spurting onto her smooth belly, just shortly after she had orgasmed herself. There was a box of tissue papers on a shelf on the wall, probably used to wipe away blood during tattoo making, but it was convenient for cleaning her up.<br><br>After they had gotten dressed again, she asked him about Torai. "That's his name then? Yes, he does buy a lot from me, but he doesn't usually buy from me directly like that. There's this guy he sends to me every now and then, a tough-looking fellow, who usually buys for him. That friend of yours who bought from me that time, she was his sister? Be very careful with her then..."<br><br>And then she said that she wanted to meet his mother. This left him temporarily speechless. "All right. Just let me know when you'd like to meet her, and I'll make arrangements."<br><br><hr><br>Kazumi returned to their house where Torai was waiting for her. They went down to the secret room where the prostitute was waiting. She appraised the girl a bit, and said: "It looks like Mr. Ikeda's getting better at choosing girls, Onii-sama."<br><br>As she stripped off her own clothes, Torai asked: "Well, what did Kirina tell you?"<br><br>She made a face, just as she pulled off her panties. "She is <em>so</em> not into you. She says that she doesn't want to marry you, but if she does it will be in name only. I really get the feeling that she's seeing someone."<br><br>Meanwhile, Torai had also taken off his clothes and took out the little plastic bag of MPPP that he got off Ryuunosuke. "You'll never guess who I ran into today," he said. "That handsome drug dealer whom I told you to look for at the rave party."<br><br>"Oh really? What sort of smack has he got for us today?"<br><br>After the drug haze wore off the next day he Torai would likely make the connection, but with the rush of desmethylprodine in his veins he didn't care, as their debauchery began.<br><br>Luckily for him Ryuunosuke was a competent chemist, and the sample he received and injected into himself, Kazumi, and the prostitute did not have any dangerous impurities.<br><br><hr><br>Ryuunosuke had received the text message from what he suspected was Kirina's new phone just as he was nearly home from the drug lab. He had some of the new desmethylprodine he had produced and would analyse the next day at school. He was by now reasonably confident that he had gotten the synthesis procedure correctly, and had obtained a bit of money from the Group for his daily synthesis of heroin and methamphetamine. He replied: "I miss you too. I've told my mother about you and she wants to see you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>17-07-2015, 09:33:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;Kazumi showed up late, even though she too was dressed to the hilt in designer finery suitable only for&nbsp; a high class stripper or call girl. She laughed&nbsp; as she&nbsp; convinced Kirina to pose for pictures while they waited in the line outside of a popular joint downtown. Kirina,&nbsp; getting in the mood had even handed her burner phone over so that a picture could be snapped to send to Ryuunosuke. After it was handed back, she realized her mistake. Luckily they were let in at about the same time so as she be-lined for the dance floor, Kazumi didn't ask about it.<br><br>It wasn't until she got home early that morning that&nbsp; she responded too the text. “ I've lunch with my parents... Dinner tomorrow perhaps?” She attached the picture&nbsp; as she closed her eyes&nbsp; and fell asleep.<br><br>She woke up groggy to her alarm later that morning, Ushered out of bed and into a scented bath by maids&nbsp; and dressed, before heading downstairs, to the grand dining hall. Apparently her parents had decided to finally put to use the first class chef and kitchen staff they kept on retainer . Somehow as she moved in the soft&nbsp; blue sundress a matching ribbon holding back otherwise loose curls, she felt heavy. Sitting opposite her mother, as they sat in a triangular shape around the end closest to the kitchen doors. Her father, sitting in the grand high backed chair at the end. He looked dwarfed by it, but she wouldn't dare say anything about it,&nbsp; she saved the image in her mind though, hoping it would provide her with a chuckle when she was alone.<br><br>“Tou-san, Kaa-san... If I may speak to you for a moment?” Her parent's both digging slowly into thier appetizers as she pushed hers slowly about the plate with the smallest fork, she avoided her parent's gazes as they both looked at her concerned, her mother had a somewhat hopeful look on her face, while her father's expression barely changed as he put a morsel in his mouth.<br><br>“ Does it have to do with you and The Torai boy?” She watched her mother's hopeful expression and suddenly felt so bad. She had an inkling about what it is her mother was hoping for and&nbsp; knew that&nbsp; not only would she be disappointing her but further disappointing her of the hope that was building in the older woman.<br><br>Of course, a grandchild would be yet another thing to raise her&nbsp; position in polite society. Kirina decided to just get it over with.<br><br>“ It is, I do not&nbsp; wish to marry him.”<br><br>There was a long pause, so drawn out&nbsp; that in her nervousness she had eaten her entire appetizer. She glanced at her father, just after she dropped the bomb, he had paused in his eating, opened his eyes wider, to look at her, and then continued. His reaction could not have been more opposite of her mother's. As the clattering of her fork suddenly dropping and hitting the plate caused a rush of maids to move forth and clear away their appetizers.<br><br>“Kirina, He is a good boy, and his family is reputable, and they do good business with your father, he is an excellent choice for your future...” She interrupted her mother.<br><br>“ But I don't love him Kaa-san. I can't marry someone I don't love. What if someone had&nbsp; forced Tou-san to marry someone other then you?”&nbsp; &nbsp;Her mother had been from a good family, but her choice in career certainly would have repelled her paternal grandparents from considering her as a match, and she knew for a fact that her father had married her mother in both scandal and secret.<br><br>“ You will marry the boy.” <br>The sound shocked her as, coming from the man to her left who was now sipping at his soup. Still. His expression hadn't changed and her mother's look of silent agreeing was almost&nbsp; a sneer. <br><br>“ Otou....san?” She asked&nbsp; quietly. She hadn't even picked up her spoon.&nbsp; How could she? Even now as her father's face reddened,it was still the only sign of his sudden anger. Kirina lost her temper at his quiet ignorance as he finished his soup and motioned for the next course to be brought. Even snapping at the staff when they did not deliver the main course fast enough. He had work to return too after all.<br><br>“ You cannot make me say yes at the alter, or sign my name. I'll do neither willingly.” She crossed her arms over her chest looking all the part of a petulant child as the woman across her was about to speak. Instead there&nbsp; was a loud thump and her mother once again dropped her utensil as Kirina&nbsp; stared at her father, who had stood. <br><br>“ You will marry him, or you will leave this house, this instant, and never return.” She was shocked, so shocked that even as her father stormed out, her mother muttering” Now look what you have done.” As she followed her husband. Kirina sat there, as the main courses went cold, and until they were cleared and well after she heard the large front door slam closed that signified her parent's leaving.&nbsp; Bottom lip quivering, she&nbsp; toyed with the idea&nbsp; of&nbsp; messaging Ryuu and escaping into his arms until she could&nbsp; forget about her troubles for a time. Instead though she steeled her resolve, tears of frustration threatening to fall as she got into the back of her car. Instructing her driver where she wanted to go. She knocked on the large door&nbsp; urgently, though there was little need, as they knew she was here , when she passed through the gate. <br><br>She was let inside, and left to wait in a room off to the side of the foyer. As son as the boy entered she threw herself at him.<br><br>“Torai, please!” She wailed, tears finally falling as she wrapped her arms around him, her hand clutching his shirt in small fists at his back as she&nbsp; trailed her watery, makeup smudged eyes on him. “ Please tell them you don't want me! Insist , they will listen if both of us refuse. Please make them stop this!”<br><br>She was inconsolable, and continued her sobs into his chests , her body shaking with each&nbsp; sob. She was sure he would agree, after all, he didn't really care for her that much did he? If he did, then surly making her happy would be better then trapping her like this, yes?
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 02:29:20</strong>
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				Ryuunosuke smiled at the picture Kirina had sent him, as he waited, and then the door to the secret lab buzzed open and the usual Group flunky came in, behind him Mr. Ishikawa. He gestured to the containers where his yield of the day was, and the flunky got to work measuring how much was produced for the day, which was as usual of the best quality and highest purity of any of the other secret facilities the Group operated. Having a chemist who actually knew what he was doing made a very big difference. This was the first time Mr. Ishikawa had come by since first showing him into the facility, and Ryuunosuke had a guess as to why. The senior yakuza invited him over to a small office adjoining the lab, and closed the door behind them.<br><br>"Well, I must say that my superiors are very pleased with your work, <em>kobun</em>," Ishikawa began. At this, Ryuunosuke inclined his head in a slight bow. "They want you to come by next week to one of the other labs in order to demonstrate the new technique for cooking up meth that you're using, which is more efficient and safer than the techniques currently in use elsewhere. Your notes on this have been very helpful but it would be best if you could give a live demonstration."<br><br>"Just say the word, sir, and let me know where I have to go."<br><br>"I'll come by to pick you up here after you're done next week and bring you to the other labs. How goes progress with desmethylprodine?"<br><br>"Well enough, sir. I've secretly used the mass spectrometer at the University to analyse the last batch and I'm pretty much certain that I've gotten the procedure exactly right. If other people are going to be doing this they'll need to be much more careful that the process is <em>strictly</em> followed. Deviations from procedure will usually result in contaminated product that will cause Parkinson's disease in whoever uses it."<br><br>The yakuza nodded at this. "As usual, we'll let those people give it a shot beforehand."<br><br><hr><br>This next step made Mr. Ikeda somewhat apprehensive. The boy was Torai's usual dealer, and he knew that he had pretty solid affiliations with the Suzaku Group, one of the most powerful yakuza syndicates in Japan, so he needed to be very careful that his abduction would not be traced to him or his master. He had thus hired at great expense for such a simple job this woman with odd-coloured eyes, one blue and one brownish-red, who unnerved even him. She was called Chihara and worked for the Genbu Group, one of the Suzaku's main rivals, so if they were discovered it might result in a war between the two gangs. But he doubted that would happen, given the air of cold competence the woman radiated.<br><br>She nodded as she stepped out of the car, and like some sort of feline predator she flitted into the shadows, trailing the boy as he made his way across the neighbourhood near that old disused warehouse where he spent most early evenings. Ryuunosuke never knew what hit him as a cloth soaked in chloroform was suddenly placed over his mouth and nose.<br><br><hr><br>"I'm afraid I can't do that, Kirina. You might not be aware of it, but our family fortunes are entwined in the alliance between us. My family's business holdings and yours have been struck by the slump in the economy and we will soon enough wind up as poor as that guy you've been seeing." This would probably make Kirina start in alarm, but Torai would have her wrist in his hands, gripping her like iron. "Come this way," he would say, gently, but with a gleam in his eye as he led her into the secret room underneath his house.<br><br>She would see in the dim light of Torai's secret dungeon Ryuunosuke, chained to a saltire cross, stripped, blindfolded, and with a ball gag in his mouth, but he seemed otherwise unhurt so far. Hearing Kirina's voice he would start, his head turning to where she stood.<br><br>Kazumi stepped out of the shadows, wearing nothing but a leather collar around her neck. "I can see why you like him, Kirina," she said, as she caressed his member, which grew involuntarily hard at her touch. "He's got a nice big one."<br><br>"I'll even let you have him if you like, but you <em>will</em> marry me," Torai said, his voice as smooth and cold as ice. "So what will it be?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>16-08-2015, 10:30:45</strong>
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				She breathed in, her breath sharp. Against the silence that hung in the air after her supposed best friend, now in front of her completely nude, spoke. Her mind was filled with so many questions, all of which seemed urgent and pressed against the for front of her mind.&nbsp; Coupled with panic over the sight of the man she loved bound in such a way that even she did not know how to describe what she saw made her feel. She finally voiced one of her questions Her voice soft as she tugged at her wrist still tightly bound and her fiancee’s grip.&nbsp; <br><br>“W-what? T-Torai-san, Kazumi…. What is all of this?” When Kazumi spoke, touching Ryu,&nbsp; Kirina felt her whole body move on impulse to stop it,&nbsp; the man’s grip biting into her wrist the only thing holding her back, green eyes, red, and burning slightly with the sudden drying of her tears.&nbsp; She was upset upon coming here, depressed and sad,&nbsp; but now she was angry,&nbsp; angrier then she’d been when her father had turned her request down, the fury that stirred within her was palpable in the air around her. They really were messing with the wrong girl. <br><br>As soon as it was there&nbsp; it was gone,&nbsp; her lovely features regulating to a look of cool indifference, she took a breath,&nbsp; wondering for a moment if she’d forgotten to all this time. The scent of this room, enough to spur her on. She twisted her arm in such a way that he had to release her,&nbsp; the pain of such a manoeuvre not even registering on her face as she approached Kazumi slowly.&nbsp; She knocked the girl’s hand away. Swallowing the bile that rose in her throat at the thought of what she was going to agree to. She leaned close to Ryu,&nbsp; her breath soft on his ear,&nbsp; the voice sounding as if she was fighting tears.&nbsp; Though outwardly there wasn’t the slightest sign. <br><br>“ I would have liked to meet her,&nbsp; your mother. I can never repay you for what you’ve given me. I hope you can forgive me for this. “ She lifted a hand,&nbsp; touching his face softly, her fingertip rolling the ends of his hair between a finger and thumb, that action,&nbsp; probably the most honest and vulnerable in appearance since her initial&nbsp; reaction. She dropped her hand to her side. Turned to her Fiancée,&nbsp; slipping her hand into his. “ I’ll do whatever you want, I have a few conditions of course,&nbsp; the first is you let him go, unharmed, right this moment.&nbsp; The second. “Karina paused, her eyes looking around the room,&nbsp; she couldn’t begin to imagine what half the things in this room were for.&nbsp; “ We should speak somewhere else….&nbsp; Unaccompanied. “<br><br>Kirina doubted she would ever look at her friend the same way again.&nbsp; The friendship she thought she had shared with Kazumi&nbsp; died at that moment. <br><br>Her heart was breaking as she turned and left the room.&nbsp; From a room she assumed was one of the siblings,&nbsp; she watched as the man she loved was ushered into a car,&nbsp; she guessed to be taken home.&nbsp; She watched trough the curtain,&nbsp; afraid if their eyes met she’d loose her nerve. <br><br>When Torai entered the room,&nbsp; she didn’t&nbsp; turn to face him right away. Watching he vehicle pull away. Once it was out of sight she sighed and turned her attention away from&nbsp; the widow.&nbsp; <br><br>She started slowing pulling off her clothes.&nbsp; Speaking at the same time,&nbsp; her eyes trained on the floor. <br><br>“ I’ll speak to my father in the morning,&nbsp; it has occurred&nbsp; to me I should seek part time employment at his company,&nbsp; to learn more about what ‘s going on.&nbsp; If it really is as bad as you say,&nbsp; I may be able to help. “it was then she lifted her eyes to meet his. “ You’ll ask our parents to secure a separate,&nbsp; temporary living situation until up to the wedding, a place I can attend classes from and work from without the hassles of the comings and going help. “It was a reasonable request, as she stood there now in only her undergarments,&nbsp; bright pink lace rose patterns lifting her breasts and covering the soft curve of her rear.&nbsp; Her Mother would be delighted with such a request,&nbsp; and the large purchase would cause the sizable cost of Ryu’s Mother’s treatment and medication to be ignored.&nbsp; Her arms crossed over her chest as she slowly stepped out of the pile of fabric that had pooled about her feet. Now that she had stipulated&nbsp; her terms,&nbsp; she was terrified. <br><br>It wasn’t the same fear that loosing her innocence&nbsp; had been,&nbsp; that fear had been easily quelled by Ryu’s gentle reassurance.&nbsp; This fear,&nbsp; was because after the sight of such a room,&nbsp; the reality of submitting to this man,&nbsp; and what it would mean,&nbsp; was a terrifying prospect.&nbsp; She swallowed in silence,&nbsp; unsure of what to do next. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>27-08-2015, 08:58:28</strong>
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				"Very well," Torai said, as walked in front of Kirina. She was indeed as exquisite as he had imagined her to be, and it was a shame that he hadn't been her first, and it was that damned drug dealer. The thought of it made him angry, and he twisted her arms behind her back in a hammerlock, and locked her wrists behind her with a pair of handcuffs. While he affixed a bar against her legs so they were slightly spread apart, Kazumi placed the same ball gag Ryuunosuke previously had on her, and a collar around her neck, similar to what she wore, but one had a chain dangling from it. He hooked her handcuffs to a chain dangling from the ceiling.<br><br>"Go get it," he told Kazumi, who returned with two candles, and a glass apparatus with a crystal of methamphetamine inside it. She handed one candle to Torai, and put the other under the apparatus, which stood before Kirina. "Now, have a whiff of this, it's a bit of your boyfriend's product," he said, as he yanked on the chain, which he ran under the bar at her legs and forced her to bend down. If she refused to obey, some hot wax would fall on the middle of her back between the shoulder blades from the other candle. Kazumi herself squatted before the apparatus and began to play with herself, and inhaled a bit of the fumes. She very quickly grew visibly wet.<br><br><hr><br>Ryuunosuke stood there, blindfolded and gagged, his arms and legs restrained. He could hear the conversation between Kirina and that strange guy, and he wanted to scream and shout and stop her from making a deal with that monster, but the restraints on him prevented it. He felt a cloth soaked with chloroform against his nose, and his mind went black.<br><br>When he woke again he was in a dark alley somewhere, a pile of his clothes around him. The only sign that he had been abducted were the marks on his wrists and ankles where he had been chained. He got himself dressed again and found he was a short distance from the laboratory. What could he do now? He didn't know who that Torai fellow was, other than he was supposedly Kirina's fiancé. There was no sign that he had been abducted apart from some small bruising around his wrists and ankles.<br><br>It was getting late, and he made his way home on the last train of the night, wondering how he would be able to save Kirina. What she was doing with that monster right now didn't bear thinking about, but he would pay, one way or another, he told himself. He did not like having to take the next step he was planning to take, but he would never be able to hunt that rapacious tiger unless he had some weapons of his own.<br><br>He sent a brief text message to Mr. Ishikawa. <em>I am ready to go all in.</em> And he was surprised to see him respond so promptly despite the late hour. <em>Where are you?</em> came the reply.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>30-08-2015, 05:01:26</strong>
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				Somehow,&nbsp; she had imagined that he'd want her in a more traditional manner first. Though upon seeing the room she guessed she should have been expecting this.&nbsp; She was silent as she did as she was told.&nbsp; Even allowed the drugs into her system. She knew about Ryu’s involvement in the world of drugs and debauchery but Torai's&nbsp; and even Kazumi's&nbsp; had been a surprise.&nbsp; She guessed she didn't move quickly enough,&nbsp; or perhaps it was intentional but the sharp sting of hot wax falling on her skin&nbsp; mad her hiss quietly at the pain.&nbsp; She closed her eyes,&nbsp; not wanting to see what Kazumi was doing and inhaled some more.&nbsp; Hoping she could disappear into the drugs and pull herself away from the terrors that were about to occur.&nbsp; It helped to know that Ryu was safe and that next time he went to pay for his mother's medication and treatments,&nbsp; he would find that all of them had been paid. <br><br>Even if she was trapped in this world,&nbsp; for the time being, she had something dangerous to the siblings and to their hold on her.&nbsp; <br><br>Hope. <br><br>She shivered involuntarily every time Torai's touched her and was disgusted with herself as she too moistened.&nbsp; Blaming it on the drugs,&nbsp; her in Expirience and how utterly exposed she felt.&nbsp; It was akin to the time she and Ryu had shared in the tattoo parlour.&nbsp; That was it! That was all she needed,&nbsp; that memory allowed her to open her eyes and smile around the gag, that tasted like Ryu.&nbsp; She glared defiantly at Kazumi and almost laughed out loud at the look of surprise on her friend's&nbsp; face.&nbsp; <br><br>If he took the gag off she would remind him.&nbsp; How she and Ryu had been mid Fuck when he had run into them at the tattoo parlour and how Nothing he could do to her would give him what she had willingly given another man. He could try to break her,&nbsp; but probably wouldn't succeed. At least she hoped,&nbsp; as the slightest movement caused her to arch her back sharply at the sting of wax dripping on her back again.&nbsp; Thus spilling more there. <br><br>Dirty trick,&nbsp; her reflexive reaction to the pain,&nbsp; caused more wax to drip on her,&nbsp; causing more pain,&nbsp; did Kazumi enjoy this? <br><br>The thought of his sister participating in this with him,&nbsp; made her gag, and her former friend seemed so,&nbsp; at home touching herself in front of them.&nbsp; She wondered for a moment how long this had been going on,&nbsp; how many times had this happened to Kazumi before she became so comfortable and complacent with it,&nbsp; so much so that she...&nbsp; Kirina closed her eyes again and inhaled deeply.&nbsp; No more thinking. She let the swirling tendrils of the drug,&nbsp; take her away. <br><br>As a complete novice,&nbsp; even the small dose,&nbsp; hit her hard. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>12-09-2015, 04:29:23</strong>
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				Torai undid his pants and tossed them to the side. He was, as expected rock-hard due to the excitement of the moment and the effects off the drugs, and could see that Kirina was already glistening wet. He had no trouble entering her from behind, and got little satisfaction from violating her thus, which made him angrier. <em>That damn drug-dealing gangster...</em> he thought. He would not have hesitated to break his promises to Kirina but Ikeda would not have obeyed even if he ordered it: that guy was associated with the mob and there would be retaliation if he were harmed. Nevertheless, he felt himself about to come rapidly as he did her from behind, in a strappado position, and soon enough pulled out of her, his seed mixing with the wax on her back. He did derive some satisfaction from the fact that he was screwing that drug dealer's girl. He took the meth pipe from Kazumi and inhaled deeply, the drug hitting him and reviving his flagging member, and he was getting ready to violate her anally but Kazumi stopped him.<br><br>"You can't do that onii-sama... If you do that, everyone will know... Do it to me instead." He suddenly remembered that if he left any actual physical evidence of harm on her then she would be able to show that, and that might cause complications. Kazumi undid the chains pulling her arms back and laid her down on a bed, face up. She was about to do the spreader bar on Kirina's legs but Torai stopped her.<br><br>"Eat her while I do you," he said.<br><br>"I've always wanted to do this, Kirina," she said, as she nestled herself between Kirina's legs. "It's as beautiful as I always imagined it would be." She ran her tongue across the pink folds. And behind, Torai entered her.<br><br>And so the night of debauchery continued.<br><br><hr><br>Meanwhile, Ishikawa brought Ryuunosuke to a large, Japanese-style mansion in a rather wealthy part of town. "You're in luck, <em>kobun</em>. As it turns out, there's a ceremony tonight where you can actually meet the Suzaku <em>kumichō</em>. So now you will formally be my <em>kobun</em>. What made you change your mind?"<br><br>"I, uh..."<br><br>"Never mind, it's not important." Ishikawa had the driver stop the car at the front entrance to the mansion and brought Ryuunosuke inside. He was led to a room and told to change into a yukata made available for him. They were brought to a ceremonial hall where an old man sat at the head of a low table on his knees in the traditional <em>seiza</em> style, with several men, including Ishikawa, seated alternately with some men roughly his age. He was brought to Ishikawa's side and made to sit in the same way.<br><br>"Welcome to all of you, who have been chosen," the <em>kumichō</em> said. He was <em>the</em> Suzaku, the godfather of the Group, and all of the <em>oyabun</em> looked to him worshipfully. Servants brought cups to the table, one each per pair of <em>oyabun-kobun</em>. He then asked each of the <em>oyabun</em> about their new <em>kobun</em> in their turn.<br><br>"And you, Ishikawa, who is it that you have brought to the Group tonight?" the old man said.<br><br>"His name, <em>kumichō</em>, is Ryuunosuke Kurohara."<br><br>"And what strength does he bring to the Group?"<br><br>"He is the best chemist I have ever seen. He has already been a great asset to our narcotics operations for some time." The <em>kumichō</em> nodded, and Ishikawa took a drink from the cup before them, draining half of it. He laid it before Ryuunosuke, who had hesitated briefly before taking it and drinking the last of the sake in it. Now there was no turning back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>19-09-2015, 02:18:08</strong>
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				Kirina tried to loose herself, but the sensation of him&nbsp; thrusting in and out of her&nbsp; made bile rise in her throat,&nbsp; the guttural sounds she&nbsp; emitted were nothing like the pleasured moans that Ryu had coaxed from her. Kazumi's tongue on the other hand, wax and seed&nbsp; sticking to the bedsheets, as the girl she had once considered a friend, bathed her&nbsp; delicate, sensitive folds in soft, skilled ministrations. The kind words, amidst all this&nbsp; awfulness may have had something to do with it. Green eyes opened&nbsp; in surprise at the sudden, gentle wave of pleasure and then closed in despair. A sudden erratic twitching of her inner walls sent a gush of natural fluid from within her.<br><br>Even if she did get out of this, she would never be the same. Her back arching slowly,&nbsp; pushing her&nbsp; pussy into her friends mouth. She dreaded. Each time the pleasure forced her eyes open, each time she had to watch while her friend was violated by her fiancée's rock hard member. Kazumi's own pleasure dripping onto her face.<br><br>--- <br><br>The next day, she awoke bleary eyed in a puddle of bodies, sweat, and fluid. Her head hurt, in a way it had never hurt before, and her entire body ached. She could have gotten up, she probably could have run from there, maybe, even with Kazumi laying across her stomach , two vibrating plastic toys still pulsing in the girl. She could probably get up without alerting them, the restraints had been taken off some time later in the evening. She could will her legs to move, find her clothes....Instead, she just rolled over, buried her face in the foul smelling sheets, and cried.<br><br>When she finally did arrive home, she be lined for the bathroom, and vomited. Weather an effect of the drug, or her own disgust at what had happened. For days, she locked herself in her room. Refusing to leave, dress, eat. A phantom of the girl she once was. Though, her own plan for some independence,&nbsp; pulled her from this hiding in the form of a rather luxurious, penthouse apartment.<br><br>Hardly the type of home you would expect from a couple their age. With a grand main bedroom and a study for each of them.&nbsp; A grand sitting room and dining room, off of the main entrance&nbsp; and looking out on a lovely rooftop garden view. Including a large swimming pool. She had just finished a swim, wearing a tasteful one piece. When her burner phone buzzed, the doctor letting her know that the funds had been moved into the account to cover, Ryuunosuke's mother's expenses. She smiled at the phone, happy that at least&nbsp; something good had come out of all this. Missing Ryu terribly.<br><br>&nbsp;She set the phone back down deleting the message and tucking it away so it wouldn't be noticed. The water sloshing smoothly around her, causing her light&nbsp; hair, to flutter in the liquid about herself as she turned away from the elaborate French doors, that lead out to the rooftop space. Her back sett ling against the lining of the pool. Her thoughts drifting to&nbsp; him. She hadn't&nbsp; seen&nbsp; him since the night she had agreed to all of this, and thankfully their conflicting schedules, had meant that she and Torai hadn't had another encounter of that kind.<br><br>Before she knew it her hand was wandering, fingers&nbsp; moving as if with a mind of their own. Her eyes closed as she let her&nbsp; thoughts&nbsp; carry her away. <br><br>“Oh Ryu.” She gasped out loud after&nbsp; a short time.&nbsp; Collapsing against the wall of the pool and letting her hands fall to her&nbsp; sides. How she missed him.<br><br>She'd fought all urges to find him, o contact him and meet him somewhere. Afraid that if Torai found out, he would be dragged into all of this again. A knock on their door and her mother calling pulled her from her thoughts and she turned. Pulling herself from the pool.<br><br>“Kirina, darling, you look flush, are you alright? The woman said as she watched her daughter wrap a towel around her swimsuit and begin patting her hair with another. “ Thin too... have you been eating? You know dear, usually woman put on weight at this point, wedding jitters, and such...” She didn't&nbsp; say anything, knowing her mother was desperate for a child to come of all this. Glad at least, that Torai, had&nbsp; Had the good sense to pull out each time.<br><br>“ I'm fine Mother, just tired.”<br><br>“ Ah, Torai- san, keeping you up?&nbsp; I know that feeling, why when your father and I first started seeing each other... I didn't sleep for weeks, when I wasn't exhausted, I was sore.” Kirina was then subject to a dozen tales she rather wouldn't hear about her Mother's&nbsp; early sex life as she prepared them a simple salad, watching her mother delight in the domestic way her daughter was behaving.” You could always hire help dear, discreet help that would still allow you time alone and undisturbed with your fiancée.”<br><br>Kiri almost gagged on the bit of kale she had&nbsp; put in her mouth a moment before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>10-10-2015, 19:10:13</strong>
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				After Ryuunosuke had taken his ceremonial drink with his now-formal <em>oyabun</em>, Ishikawa had removed the top of his yukata, revealing a riot of colours as his entire upper body was covered by tattoos. The <em>kumichō</em> declared: "And now all you who have been accepted, it is time for the sign of your loyalty to be inscribed upon your flesh." Ishikawa led him into a side room where a man with the wood and steel instruments of the traditional <em>irezumi</em> tattoo artist. He lay under the artist's care for most of the night as Ishikawa watched, and the outline of the Vermilion Bird that was the sign of the Suzaku was tattooed onto his back. The <em>irezumi</em> way was not intended to minimise pain, and it was only by concentrating on it that he could distract himself from thoughts of what he knew was being done to Kirina then, and his humiliation at being powerless to save her. That bastard Akamatsu would pay, one way or the other, and this was all he had to sustain himself.<br><br>It was nearly dawn by the time the work was done, and Ishikawa commended him for his fortitude. He was to return to see the artist three times a week after his duties were done; he would be present at that same tattoo parlour where he had last made love to Kirina. Ishikawa brought him back to his neighbourhood just a little before dawn, and as he got out of the car he handed Ryuunosuke a small gun. "Keep this, and hopefully you won't have to use it. We'll also conduct some training on how to use that thing at least once a week just in case."<br><br>He spent the next several days trying to think of a way to contact Kirina safely. He dared not call her on the phone, as he suspected that would get her caught and possibly worse things could happen to her then. He still went to school as always, in between cooking methamphetamine and heroin in the Group's laboratory, getting his tattoos done, and minding his mother. He was rather surprised to see a large sum of money in their account that the bank told them was a donation given by some large charitable foundation of some sort, enough to get his mother the operation she badly needed. He was sure though that the money must have come from that Akamatsu guy, probably this was part of the deal Kirina had struck with him. A deal with the devil that certainly was, he thought, but he could not afford the luxury of pride in this case. Her doctors told them that she needed the operation soon, and if he waited for his own drug-related income to reach it, it might already be too late.<br><br>One day, Ishikawa came by the laboratory to check up on him, and said: "Well, my <em>kobun</em>, your work is excellent as always. The product you churn out at your lab around here is of consistently higher quality than those of those other amateurs we have working for us, and I think you've earned a bit of relaxation time." He handed Ryuunosuke a pair of tickets to the Phoenix, which was a very exclusive nightclub that he knew was very selective in its patronage.<br><br>"What's this <em>oyabun</em>?" he asked.<br><br>"Go there, bring your woman, and have a night out whenever you like. It's one of the Group's front businesses, of course, so you'll be safe there. Have a day off, you've earned it. Word on the street is that blue-tinged crystal you've been churning out here is purer and of greater potency than anything else out there, so much so that it's gotten the street name 'sapphire ice' and it's been very good for business. Strange that no one else can do it the way you do, even after you train them." Ryuunosuke of course had his secrets even from his <em>oyabun</em>, and he'd keep those closely guarded as his own trump card. While he knew he could trust Ishikawa, the same was not true of his peers in the Group's hierarchy, and there was a lot of internecine warfare among various factions and he needed such a trump card for his own protection.<br><br>And so he put his plans into motion. He had one of the Group's men tail Kirina when she went out to go shopping, and had him drop the ticket marked with a seal imprint of the character for 'dragon' (龍) and numbers signifying a calendar date into her bag. Kirina would understand and respond, he hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 09:43:31</strong>
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				Kirina didn't go out any more, unless she needed to. Instead she stayed in that clutch of rooms, wandering about in her almost complete solitude like a ghost. Today however, was one of those days when she had to leave.<br><br>She left for her classes early in the morning. Even though she had changed her major, and these classes would do little to help her in the business world, she&nbsp; wanted to do well in them. Though they had never been a passion of her's.&nbsp; After her classes she zipped home to change, in and out. Her long hair pulled back into a tight bun at the base of the neck. A pair of black rimmed glasses resting on her nose, and a cream coloured blouse, buttoned up and tucked into a high waisted pencil skirt. A knee length black suede jacket , belted at the waist. Comfortable shoes on her feet as she left the car and&nbsp; entered the front doors of her father's building.<br><br>It wasn't glamourous, and she found she kind of liked that. It was simple filing, paperwork, but mostly fetching things, coffees, lunches, delivering something to one office to get it signed then back to another. All grunt work, that got her foot in the business world. She was only paid part time wages, though she kept every penny hidden. Though her parents probably wouldn't have much interest, but she feared what would happen if Torai saw that she was saving to run away.<br><br>The work was tiring, but it kept her mind from wandering to the man she loved. The man she couldn't be with&nbsp; even though it was&nbsp; her greatest wish. She stumbled out the door shortly after night fall and walked the few blocks to the&nbsp; Gown shop her mother had insisted they go to to select her wedding dress. It was beautiful. All white marble and soft white furniture against black carpeted floor, dresses displayed everywhere, and attendants with glasses of sparkling beverages, decorated with glittering black beads. Her mother met her at the door and dragged her tired form past her&nbsp; soon to be sister in law and into a little change room where an employee was waiting to help her into some of the selected dresses. As her mother wandered off to the&nbsp; racks to select more. The girl, whom she hadn't spoken too in weeks, made a comment.<br><br>“ Do you think you should wear white?”<br><br>Kirina closed the curtain with a small look of&nbsp; hate, her green eyes narrowing slightly, as she was helped into gown after gown, and paraded in front of her mother and her maid of honour to be. She halfheartedly acted excited and&nbsp; fought every gown, though many may have been suitable, she&nbsp; said no, and that was partially because&nbsp; she had no desire to be married, and partially because she couldn't see herself, wearing any of them. After two hours, her mother's patience was fading and&nbsp; the employees looked tired when she asked to speak to the in house designers. Two men were brought forward.&nbsp; The dress she was wearing had a lovely heart shaped neck line and a corseted back of criss crossed ribbon before it fell down&nbsp; the princess skirt. The dress she held, was one she'd tried on recently, a&nbsp; strait neckline strapless number but the skirt was like a torn leaf like layered number with a sort front, sweeping into a lon train. She asked if either could be combined and was told no. So she grinned slyly.<br><br>“ You'll just have to make me one. Get me a pen and paper. “ her mother was silent but watched her daughter&nbsp; as she commanded the situation, as she sketched what she had in mind. Even the&nbsp; designers were pleased with the design, combining the skirt of the one dress with the bodice of the other, replacing the lacing with an emerald green and&nbsp; adding a cluster of emeralds onto the front near the waist, the gems bursting&nbsp; forth in a&nbsp; thinning pattern across&nbsp; diagonally to the left. Accompanied&nbsp; by little gems hidden in the layers and folds of the leaf-like skirt, revealing themselves only when&nbsp; the skirt moved.<br><br>The men were excited by the prospect of creating something like that. Something that would bring out her eyes. The dress though, would&nbsp; take months and would push back any further&nbsp; plans, but&nbsp; the older woman would delight at the prospect of the press, her daughter wearing a one of a kind dress would produce. The business that the originality would drum up alone. The elder woman's wedding buzz was sated&nbsp; as she was dropped off first, and then Kazumi's not so subtle warning that her brother would be seeing Kirina at home this evening before she too left, and Kiri was left alone. She sauntered slowly into the building and&nbsp; up t the top floor.<br>&nbsp;She shuffled out of her shoes at the door and tossed her bag on the coffee table before throwing herself haphazardly on the couch. It was then&nbsp; staring off, about to fall asleep in her spot, she noticed the piece of paper.<br><br>With a grumble she sat up and pulled it from the bag, looking it over curiously and reading it.<br><br>It couldn't be.<br><br>Ryu?<br><br>&nbsp;Just then she heard the door and quickly&nbsp; stuffed the&nbsp; paper back into her purse. Retreating to the farthest part of the couch she could , but she knew it wouldn't be far enough.<br><br>- - -<br><br>The date came around&nbsp; and Kirina was glad she was alone that night, sore, with finger sized bruises on her waist her hair straitened with a hot iron and a&nbsp; dark red dress with long sleeves, though it looked lovely on her.&nbsp; She was guided quietly to the back, the dark corner, of the VIP area, the place was busy, but this small sectioned off area was empty, and out of sight of the busier sections of the business. She&nbsp; accepted a drink when it was brought to her and waited. Hoping she was right in thinking it was Ryu, and not another of Torai's dirty tricks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>01-11-2015, 03:10:19</strong>
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				Ishikawa came one day to the secret laboratory to see Ryuunosuke to collect the batch of heroin and meth that he had produced. "I have some news, <em>kobun</em>," Ishikawa began, taking him aside as one of his underlings began measuring the drugs he had synthesised for the day. "Unfortunately, it seems that our supply of opium has dried up. You may have heard on the news about how the Burmese have begun cracking down on the illegal opium plantations their side of the Golden Triangle, and it has affected the Group's supplier, as well as most of the suppliers for our rival groups. So heroin is like to cost dear these days, but I did have you work on the MPPP synthesis. How go your experiments with that?"<br><br>"I think they have been successful," Ryuunosuke replied. He opened a locked cabinet and took out a plastic bag of white powder, nearly pure 1-methyl-4-phenyl-4-propionoxypiperidine, the best batch of MPPP he had made so far, and handed it to Ishikawa, who nodded. "We were originally supposed to test this on you, but after your excellent work with making Sapphire Ice the Group has decided you are much too valuable. We'll find another way to test it. Some people will be here over the next few days for you to train in MPPP synthesis." What Ryuunosuke didn't know was that Ishikawa had made a number of enemies who were envious of his success and foresight who did not like how he had so defended his protégé. He was the best "cook" the Group had and there were other <em>shateigashira</em> who had their eye on him.<br><br>The days passed, and his tattoo gradually began to take shape, and he met some of the other "cooks" that the Group employed, and he warned them to be extremely careful in the synthesis procedure. The synthesis process took a fairly long time, several hours, and they needed to be careful with maintaining the temperatures, warning them that any deviation from procedure would have dire consequences. He gave Ishikawa a rather conservative estimate for how much MPPP each team would be able to synthesise in a day and he was rather dismayed to hear that his recommendations were pushed somewhat more aggressively than he was comfortable, given the skill levels of the people involved, and he wondered just how many frozen addicts they'd wind up with before the raw opium supply was restored to what it used to be.<br><br><hr><br>He was gratified to hear from the messenger he had hired to drop the message in Kirina's bag had succeeded, and he could hardly wait until the day came. He was a little late from the training session he had conducted that time and drove to Phoenix as quickly as he could, running several red lights and taking a number of illegal turns along the way but there was no one else on the road. Eventually, he arrived at the club, and ran straight to the cubicle he had reserved for them. The club was beginning to pick up, and he saw her there. She looked rather different, with her luxuriant curls straightened, and shadowed eyes behind glasses, but she was definitely still Kirina, no question about it. He took off his helmet, and embraced her.<br><br>"Oh, Kirina, I've missed you so much," he said, kissing her tenderly. "How have you been? I was so worried... Please don't do that again. I'll do something to get back at that guy I swear..." How Kirina might have changed in the time since that fatal night he did not know. A small packet of Sapphire Ice left over from the day's cooking fell out of his pocket as he straightened up from their embrace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>09-12-2015, 08:13:30</strong>
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				&nbsp;Seeing him was like a knife to her heart and each kiss was a twist of that knife&nbsp; and&nbsp; she kept letting it twist, again and again ,&nbsp; until she had to push him away the lump in her throat too much to bear and she was certain that she could no longer breath. She really was an awful woman,&nbsp; sharing the bed of another man when the one she loved was so good , so adoring. So ready to accept her even though he must know what had happened, after what he had experienced himself , how could he not, how could he not know what her fiancee and his sisterly&nbsp; companion had done to her, and what her fiancee continued to do to her every chance he got. The guilt she felt though wasn't from&nbsp; what he did to her though.<br><br>Instead it was&nbsp; because, even though she fought it. He too had made her come. She'd fought that admission to herself&nbsp; on a daily basis.<br><br>“ I missed you too... I don't want you to feel bad about it. Don't even think about it.” She bent slightly forward. To pick up the bag. The reality of what she was holding, less of a shock now then it would have been, had she never been her fiancees little plaything, she would probably be more upset about the&nbsp; drug. Instead though&nbsp; she handed it back to him, her hand&nbsp; lingering on his. <br><br>She wished the world would just disappear, and they could be alone, and she could touch him without the guilt of letting Torai touch her, tearing her up inside. Wished she could&nbsp; just melt into him and stay there forever. That's just what she did. She&nbsp; slid as&nbsp; close to him as she could&nbsp; and continued. “ It was my choice... I could have just&nbsp; left you there... Let them destroy you... I c-couldn't let her keep touching you.” She didn't know how more plainly&nbsp; she could put it. That feeling she felt then, she&nbsp; partially hopped Ryu felt a portion of that possessiveness when he thought of her with another man. How she had come to her decision, would make it a little&nbsp; easier for him to understand how she had felt at that moment or show how desperately she wanted him now, even if it was the last time.&nbsp; That's what it felt like to her, that this moment would be the last time that&nbsp; she could have with him. If that&nbsp; was&nbsp; then she needed to&nbsp; remember every inch of him and memorize it with every inch of her. Ingrain his taste, his scent, the feel of his skin against hers. If this was the last time then she&nbsp; was going to make it last.<br><br>&nbsp;Her hand slid under his shirt as she slid into his lap The act was probably common place here&nbsp; and her hair, in silky swaths of peppermint hiding her face and his own&nbsp; when she lifted herself&nbsp; up and angled herself&nbsp; &nbsp;so that in between kisses, her big green eyes gazed&nbsp; down at him.<br><br>“ I love you.” She said. Firm in her resolve as she took his lips against her's again and again. That resolve&nbsp; was what spurred her further , and what&nbsp; refused to allow him to turn her away.&nbsp; That resolve would continue until they spilled&nbsp; into a bed&nbsp; hurriedly she&nbsp; undressed him. His skin against her's the only goal in her mind. Never mind that her own dress falling away reviled the full extent of what her fiancee had done to&nbsp; her. She had to find some way to make him understand that no matter what was done to her, no matter where she was, she belonged to him,&nbsp; completely, not only in this moment&nbsp; but as long as she had breath in her. How else but moving her body closely against his, could she convince him that she was fighting.&nbsp; Bending forward, eyes wide as she moved her hips in slow circles while she bathed his neck and chest in kisses.&nbsp; She'd taken control in their sex life before, the tattoo shop was evidence of that, though running her hands slowly&nbsp; down his chest to where his pelvis and her thighs met. She chose how deep he sunk into her, how fast they moved. And she got to watch him. How much of a turn on&nbsp; was it to see him loosing himself in pleasure. <br><br>She found she enjoyed being with him,sexually, she was free to be herself in the bedroom with him. She&nbsp; came a lot&nbsp; more easily, naturally , with Ryu, her attraction to him was really and her body's reaction to him was intense.&nbsp; Where with Torai she felt forced, cajoled, it made the whole thing no fun at all, he innocent way that&nbsp; she was able to try new things with Ryu. The way they moved together as a team. Instead of the way Torai dragged her after him down his sick and twisted hole of debauchery.<br><br>&nbsp;That's why once again, long after the two of them had come and round two was over and it was time for her to leave. She did, but this time promising that she'd call him the moment she had a chance. Which she knew would probably be a lot sooner then either of them could safety afford. She should wait. She knew though that she wouldn't not be able to go weeks without seeing him again. In fact, she wasn't even sure she would be able to&nbsp; go a full day.<br><br><br><br>She slipped in her home, a lot later then she expected to be grinning as she moved through the kitchen in the same dress she wore the night before. She was so lost in that blissful feeling that she didn't realize she was alone, at least not until she'd already decided on eating ice&nbsp; cream for breakfast and had&nbsp; the spoon in her mouth.&nbsp; She turned to face the living room and slowly took the spoon from her mouth and swallowed setting the&nbsp; tub of ice cream down&nbsp; and letting her now free hand&nbsp; run through her messed up hair.<br><br>“I-I didn't think you'd be home. “ In an instant that bliss that she had felt earlier, that hope she had been working towards was turned into fear. It all left her. And she felt empty again. Not to mention worried about what she would say if he asked questions. Ones like where was she? Who was she with? Where did she stay the night? All of these valid questions for a fiancee to ask. Then again there was if he decided to undress her , Ryu&nbsp; didn't leave marks like Torai did, but she could still smell Ryu all around her, in her hair, on her dress, her&nbsp; skin.<br><br>It didn't take long though. For that fear to slip into anger, as her mind questioned&nbsp; why she was so afraid of this man. After all, he had unwittingly handed her his very undoing, If she were to pass the information of his incestuous relationship with his sister and his use of drugs, coupled with his... interesting bedroom habits... She could ruin him. Kirina wouldn't though. She wasn't that kind of person, but the knowledge of what she could do was enough to&nbsp; give her that&nbsp; boost of bravery she needed to&nbsp; stand up to him, at least for now. Lips pursed together in a disapproving frown. Like&nbsp; she wasn't just the one who had waltzed in at the crack of dawn in the same clothing she had worn the night before.<br><br>&nbsp;She stopped fiddling with her hair and gathered up the&nbsp; tub of ice cream, taking another spoonful&nbsp; of that ice cream into her moth before walking away. Fine. If she didn't want to&nbsp; be with him, he should just let her go&nbsp; to do what she wanted.&nbsp; That way they could both do as they pleased. It was too bad he was so deplorable. If he'd let her explore her feelings for Ryu in a more&nbsp; outward manner, then perhaps she and Torai could be friends, then pretending that she was going to go through with this marriage would be easier on her. <br><br>“ Has mother informed you that my gown will need a few extra weeks? I'm afraid our wedding date will have to be pushed back.&nbsp; I suppose it's a good thing the invitations haven't gone out yet.” She muttered around the spoon as she made her way to their bedroom, turning a television on as she&nbsp; sat with the&nbsp; tub of ice cream in her&nbsp; lap she crossed one leg over the other. Pulling out he&nbsp; burner phone and texting Ryu. This time, she was determined to see the man weather or not&nbsp; Torai wanted her too. Ryu had&nbsp; changed... he was stronger somehow, so&nbsp; she was less afraid that&nbsp; Torai would get to him. She'd noticed his tattoo, and though she was worried about what that meant, she knew it meant he now had the protection of&nbsp; those he worked for.&nbsp; That didn't mean she didn't go out of her way to hid that phone though, where she was sure Torai, wouldn't find it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>12-12-2015, 17:28:47</strong>
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				"You couldn't watch while I was getting violated... What made you think that I could any more endure the thought of that bastard and his sister violating you?" Ryuunosuke said to Kirina, with a trace of bitterness. "I will endure any sacrifice, go to any length, if it is to keep you safe." He kissed her then, harder, deeper, his tongue entering her and entwining with hers. They needed each other then, madly, desperately.<br><br>"You are mine Kirina," he said. "Mine and no one else's. And I belong to you, all of me." He began to lift the blouse off Kirina and she flinched a little and he saw the bruises and welts that marred her soft, smooth skin. "That bastard will die for this. I swear it. He will die the most painful, lingering death," he said under his breath. And he knew just the chemicals to do it. If only he could get past that Ikeda fellow. He too flinched as she undid his shirt, revealing the partially completed tattoo on his back, the outlines of the wings of the Vermilion Bird enfolding his torso like a protective deity, the tattoo still fresh and raw.<br><br>He was hard as steel when he entered her then, his love for her and his resolve to protect her running like fire through his veins, driving into her with the paradoxical blend of gentleness and force as he watched her reach the throes of ecstasy even as he himself did, filling her up as she drew his seed out with the rhythm of her movements in time with his own. They went for two rounds that time, each time she drew out of him a shuddering orgasm that felt like it would never end, marking her as his own as irrevocably and permanently as the tattoo on his back.<br><br>At the end of it all they needed to part. "We must make plans for what to do. We are in a dangerous situation, my love, and have to be careful." He made sure to have a group of <em>chimpira</em> follow Kirina's car as it brought her back to her house.<br><br><hr><br>Torai waited in Kirina's house, welcomed by the servants as an honoured guest, for how else could it be otherwise. He knew, of course, where Kirina had gone, to that gangster drug pusher boyfriend of hers, too bad that he sold the best smack of all the dealers in the city. He couldn't really touch that son of a bitch now, as he had the backing of the Yakuza and they were not to be trifled with, and there would be similar repercussions if he tried to get to him through his mother. They look after their own, those sons of bitches did. He couldn't even gain admittance to that club that she went to.<br><br>Soon enough Kirina returned, and he did not bother asking the usual trite questions whose answers he already knew. "I know what you're thinking. You know what it is I do now, and perhaps you think to use that against me. But you know, that is a sword with two edges. But unlike you, I have <em>proof</em>." He pulled out his phone, and played a video on it, showing her being violated from behind even as she inhaled methamphetamine from a pipe. "You didn't truly think that there were no eyes watching, did you? They are everywhere. And there are many videos just like this, just waiting to be publicised! I don't imagine any other respectable, moneyed family is going to want to touch you if this becomes somewhat known, a great scandal this, a young and beautiful high society girl involved in such insane debauchery! And your family has no choice then.<br><br>"You may not be aware of this, but your father has put the family fortunes into a string of bad investments in a misguided attempt to diversify has put your family conglomerate deep into debt. So much so that if something is not done soon the creditors will soon come calling and you will find yourself ruined and even poorer than that gangster boyfriend of yours! If I decide," and now it became clear that the pornographic video in which she now starred did not also star Torai but someone else, Kirina perhaps had not noticed in her drug-induced haze that he had surreptitiously gotten someone else to do her, "in the wake of this scandal that I cannot marry into your family and Akamatsu Industries decides not to bail you out, well, what is going to happen then? Think carefully on what you will do, Kirina. The fate of your family depends on the choices you make!" At that, he left the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>07-01-2016, 06:54:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;She was all trussed up, the night before the big day, sat next to her fiancee&nbsp; while their two families and the wedding party ate, they had already gone through the ceremony. Her fork slid across the plate, pushing the&nbsp; food around. She didn't have an appetite. Not because of what was going on, but because of the discussion she and her mother had had recently, a discussion that weighed&nbsp; heavy on her mind.<br><br>She and Ryu had&nbsp; been pursuing their amorous affections even further. She had met with him, under her fiancee's nose,&nbsp; on many occasions, had even gone so far as to&nbsp; have her lover in her childhood room. Delighting in the electric thrill of them potentially getting caught. She'd considered having him there tonight, but her mother had put a stop to that by inviting her maid of&nbsp; &nbsp;honour and brides maids to stay with them this evening, she and the other three girls would be sharing her bed like some sort of slumber party. She still couldn't bring herself to look Kazumi in the eye., ever since... She wondered, even now, as she let Torai hold her hand&nbsp; for a show, how often he'd indulged in his sister , while she'd been off dallying with her lover.<br><br>The discussion though, had been with her Mother, after the woman had walked in on the sight of her, bent over a bathroom toilet. Emptying the contents of her stomach. The older woman had delighted. Whispering that it was one of the first signs. Kirina's eyes widened, she'd been ill for a while now... Hadn't even considered...<br><br>As she thought on it, her hand moved to her stomach. She'd done some quick math in her head. Easy enough seeing as she hadn't allowed Torai to touch her since she and Ryu had&nbsp; started up again. But she had to be certain. There was no chance it belonged to the man who's hand she was holding. Though it allowed her to excuse herself earlier then would have been expected, made her mother smile apologetically to their guests instead of arguing for her to stay. She almost laughed in delight as she settled in her bed, alone for now, with her dreams of her love as her only company. She closed her eyes, the brilliant green dancing behind closed lids as she recalled&nbsp; the last time she had been with him. <br><br>She'd been so terrified about that tape. So worried that he'd find out without her worried confession, so afraid that he'd accused her of crying to sway his opinion of what had happened. Instead she recalled him holding her, touching her, and somehow, making her body forget the shame she felt.<br><br>He'd held her, and she'd held him, feeling a bit as though her holding him was keeping&nbsp; his arms around her, his hands touching her, instead of exacting some sort of revenge on the man who had defiled her so.<br><br>She woke briefly when the other girls came to join her, and spoke quietly to Kazumi while the other girls drifted off.<br><br>“Why?” she asked the other girl in the dark silence. It was just the two of them, she&nbsp; thought that perhaps, at least here, the&nbsp; girl who she'd once called a friend, would be honest.<br><br><br>The next morning, she came awake&nbsp; with a wild start. Her room already alive with preparations.&nbsp; As soon as she awoke, her's&nbsp; started as well, which left her waiting,&nbsp; hair pulled back and off to the side&nbsp; cascading over ger bare shoulder in&nbsp; curls adorned by&nbsp; sparkling white flowers and polished&nbsp; green leaves, a&nbsp; veil, pulled down, just over her eyes and cascading&nbsp; down her back&nbsp; along with the rest of the&nbsp; gown. She was assured again and again how lovely she was, and even when she had stepped into the venue, and been stashed in that little room, to wait until all the guests had settled, she couldn't stop her hands from shaking. In the corner, a land line, with an ancient rotary dialler phone. She dialled Ryu's number and lifted her trembling hand, with the&nbsp; receiver in it, to her ear. <br><br>“ Lets run away, you and me.” She said, in the same manor she whispered in the bedroom, the same way she&nbsp; lured him into touching her, just one more time. She told him where she was, and excusing herself for some air, she and a small silver letter opener, slipped int a space outside, surrounded by shrubs, right next to the drive. She&nbsp; lifted her hand, steadier now that she'd made the decision to run, and lowered it with the letter opener in it, in a sharp attack to her gown. Her lashes were coated in mascara and her eyes lined in black, a dusting of white powdered over her lids and&nbsp; sprinkled over the dark lashes, like snow. Her dress. Also like snow, as&nbsp; the shards littered about the&nbsp; yard&nbsp; like piles of white snow. Her legs now bare and free, she wondered as she heard his bike approach , if she had cut it too short. She pulled off the&nbsp; veil and&nbsp; touched her hand over the envelop of money&nbsp; tucked under the upper part of her dress. She hadn't really planned on it, but&nbsp; she was glad she thought to hide her savings, just in case.<br><br>&nbsp;She&nbsp; ran to him and even with the motor still running, she kissed him, lucky that no one saw as she swung her leg over the&nbsp; back behind him&nbsp; and wrapped her arms around him tightly.&nbsp; A black belted coat covering the remainder of her gown. A smile making it's way to her lips&nbsp; as she thought of the media spectacle this would all create. Fortunately the media was occupied with the frond drive, where the guests were arriving, she wondered what excuse they would&nbsp; make for her not being there.. And then, she just didn’t care.<br><br>They were in the country,&nbsp; &nbsp;had stopped in a little inn&nbsp; after driving all evening, they had all day ahead of them tomorrow too, to decide what to do next. But for now she just wanted to be with him, the heavy burden of life outside the door and inside her, she wanted to forget it and loose herself in him again.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp;They were stopped by the sea, and she was toying with the idea of settling there, the two of them just living by the sea, maybe. While&nbsp; she thought about it, she was leaning against the railing od a dock, or lookout of sorts, she heard someone say her name, and she turned, not recognizing the voice as Ryu's, where&nbsp; had he gone anyway? Oh right, ice cream. The man, she recognized him she couldn't remember where... of right.. Torai's servant.<br><br>Torai's.... She panicked and looked about for an escape as he grabbed her arm. Struggled. Screamed.<br><br>Then there was water, lots of wet, cold water and she tried to swim, but something pulled her deeeper, the undertow maybe, the weight of her coat and dress. His hand was still on her arm, she tired to&nbsp; get him off. Fought,&nbsp; kicked, she heard a sickening crack, even in the water among the rushing of the waves as&nbsp; her foot, made contact with&nbsp; something, she opened her eyes and saw it. The man, his head at such an odd angle,and he wasn't holding her anymore. She tried to swim, but again, she was pulled down, eventually she had to inhale, water filling her lungs where air&nbsp; should be, just as she felt her hand crack the surface of the water. It was chilly, goosebumps, and she could feel every touch of wind and air, each ripple of water around her wrist as it swallowed her hand, last time she felt like that, was the first yome Ryu touched her.&nbsp; Then, everything went black. <br><br><br>Everything was so, empty, was this death?<br><br>Lights, bright lights and a beeping. Where was she? Opening her eyes she looked around. Hospital?How long had she been here? The lights hurt her eyes, she squinted as she lift her wrist. <br><br>'Lovely Mist?'<br><br>“ Kirina!”&nbsp; An older woman, a lovely woman called out from across the room. Her mother... It must be. Then she was Kirina? She had to know for sure, her eyes adjusting to the light, as they were joined by an older gentleman and a rather good looking young man... A father and... brother perhaps... Though the light curls around her face seemed a contrast to his dark brown hair... She had to know for certain as she looked at each of these people... “Who are you? What happened?” The looks of shock on all their faces as doctors rushed forth, she watched , as grim faced&nbsp; doctors explained to her family that she didn't remember anything.<br><br><br>The older woman explained,&nbsp; she had cold feet before her wedding an almost drowned, she was handed&nbsp; a magazine, one that explained the whole thing. She was upset about the big ceremony and fuss, wanting something smaller and low key, a little ashamed that she had gotten pregnant before her wedding, she was returning, after throwing a bit of a fit and she was attacked by an admirer... and almost died.... she set down the magazine and looked at the younger man suddenly filled with guilt.... Had she really been so foolish and almost cost her life and the life of her child. Her hands moved to her stomach, the&nbsp; iv in her arm moving with her as she did so.&nbsp; She burst into tears, whimpering about how sorry she was.<br><br>“ The baby...?” Her voice cracked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>13-01-2016, 01:59:18</strong>
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				Those days he spent with Kirina were some of the happiest he could remember, though everything teetered on a knife's edge. For those days leading up to her wedding with that bastard Torai, they tried to be together as much as possible, and made love as much as they could, as though the world were coming to its end and nothing else mattered. They even made love in places that should have been out of bounds like Kirina's parents' house, where they surreptitiously entered her old room, and made love with animal intensity surrounded by her old toys. The risk of possibly getting caught added a spice to their lovemaking, and Ryuunosuke wondered with all the insane risks they were taking that this didn't happen. His mother had been operated on, and was recovering nicely. He hadn't known, as she hadn't let on, that at some point in their trysts he managed to get her pregnant. Even then he still didn't know that she had his baby.<br><br>He wanted to take her away from there, and they considered many possible plans to do so, but could not decide on anything definite until the day itself came. And then Kirina called him suddenly, and then he rode as fast as his motorcycle could take him.<br><br><hr><br>On the night before Kirina's wedding, her mother, perhaps suspecting something, had made her bridesmaids and her maid of honour Kazumi sleep over. And when the other girls had fallen asleep, Kirina asked Kazumi: "Why?"<br><br>"Why?" Kazumi repeated. "Do you think I had much of a choice in the matter? Oh, I knew what he was doing to me was bad, but no... Our parents basically idolised onii-sama from the day he was born, and they never believed me when I tried to tell them about it. Oh, no, your onii-sama would never do such an outrageous thing! Why are you inventing stories? That's actually what they said! They wilfully blinded themselves to those terrible things that he was doing. Onii-sama... He should be oni-sama!" Kirina would recognise the subtly different word <em>oni</em> (鬼), meaning ogre or evil spirit in her pronunciation. Kazumi was by then openly crying, the tears suddenly falling in a rush, embracing Kirina, her body racking in sobs. "It used to hurt so bad, you know, what he was doing, but eventually... I actually began to <em>like</em> it. It's insane, I know. But I don't want to do this any more... But I could never see a way out... Don't marry him, Kirina. If you can find a way out, don't do it."<br><br>Perhaps Kirina could ask Kazumi to help her? How much could Kirina safely tell her? Could she be trusted, or was her brother's hold on her too strong?<br><br><hr><br>Ryuunosuke wasn't sure exactly what had happened. They drove to the west as swiftly as his bike's engine would take them, and when night had fallen they found a convenient little seaside hotel that took cash and asked no awkward questions. Kirina waited just outside, staring at the sea while he tried to get their accommodations sorted out, until he saw a group of policemen suddenly enter. He tried to be as nonchalant as possible, until one of them accosted him.<br><br>"Ryuunosuke Kurohara, you are under arrest. Place your hands on your head and do not make any sudden moves." He did as he was told, knowing that to attempt to evade arrest was futile. Mr. Ishikawa warned him that if something like this ever happened he needed to exercise his right to remain silent and then call one of the lawyers that the Group had available. He had the card of a Mr. Matsuda in his wallet for such an eventuality. <em>Do <strong>not</strong> say anything until you have one of our lawyers with you!</em> he could hear the older man's voice say. He suspected that this was about Kirina, and he hoped that she would be able to get away.<br><br><hr><br>Kirina had been found at the coast about half a kilometre away, but there was no trace of Mr. Ikeda. The disappearance of that man was somewhat worrying. He had that gangster boyfriend of hers arrested on a drug related charge since if it came out that she had been "abducted" by a drug dealer the scandal would be even bigger, and would perhaps hit him as well. Torai had almost no details about what came down since he did not receive any updates from Ikeda after being told that he was following them, such communication being impossible after being forced to attempt to placate the guests after his bride had inexplicably gone missing. Eventually Mrs. Rei and his mother had come up with excuses that placated everyone, but it was still after midnight before he could get away. He could not reach Ikeda by then. Given the state in which Kirina was found he suspected that that incompetent prick was feeding sharks in the Pacific by now. No matter.<br><br>He made his way up the hospital elevators to the floor where Kirina's room was. As he approached the room he could hear the doctors saying something: "...it seems that the baby is fine. She seems to have experienced a concussion, perhaps from a rock in the water, perhaps from her assailant, it doesn't matter, which is why she seems to be experiencing retrograde amnesia and remains somewhat aphasic. The x-rays and MRI scans show no permanent damage, but we will keep her here for a few more days. The aphasic episodes should pass within a few days with our treatments, but the amnesia, that is difficult to say."<br><br>"Hello Kirina," Torai said as he entered. "How are you feeling? Do you recognise me?"<br><br><hr><br>Ryuunosuke had spent the night in a jail cell after he had been taken back to the city, the other inmates giving him a wide berth once they knew who he was and what group he belonged to. The next morning, the lawyer Matsuda came in and explained how he had been charged with drug-related offences, but given how they had no real evidence to stand on, they would be forced to release him within a few days after a court hearing.<br><br>"I'm not being charged with kidnapping?" Ryuunosuke asked, a little confused.<br><br>"No. Why would you think that?" the lawyer said, a little confusedly. "The Group has posted bail for you, because they expect you to come into the lab in the evening and make some product. The proceeds from the sale of the products from one of your cooking sessions rakes in more cash for them than the bail bond. And by the way, there's new management around. You'll be meeting your new boss tonight."<br><br>"What happened to Mr. Ishikawa?" This made Ryuunosuke somewhat worried.<br><br>Matsuda just shook his head "I only know what I have been told. Now, you're free to go, but do not skip out on the hearings the day after tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you at the courthouse. Your bike is in the parking lot."<br><br>After leaving the police station, he drove his motorcycle over to the hospital to see his mother. She was recovering nicely from the surgery, and they would let her go home in about a week's time. As he was heading out of the hospital, he saw a familiar face in the lobby. It was that bastard! What was he doing here? After he left the hospital, he came up to the reception desk and asked if there was a Kirina Rei, and the receptionist was only too happy to give her room number.<br><br>He came up there to see her, but it was unlikely that she would recognise him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>28-01-2016, 07:52:51</strong>
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				<br>Strange. A peculiar feeling, not knowing anything, having your story told to you by other people. People that seemed to hope she remebered them, and looked disapointed when she said she didn't. She shook her head once and was told that the woman who left with the shorter man was her mother and the man was her father. How strange that she wouldn't remember them, but that taste. On her lips. Seemed so failiar...&nbsp; The girl smiled and said she was glad her best friend was okay. Best friend?&nbsp; Another thing she should recall but didn't.<br><br>&nbsp;Then the girl left too and she was alone with her thoughts for a brief moment, it was just her and the vast&nbsp; blank space that was her mind. How lonely it&nbsp; all seemed.<br><br>But she couldn't be lonely, her hand moving to her stomach&nbsp; and pulling at the iv in her arm. She was pregnant. So there had to be someone. But who? Her mother had mentioned a fiancee, so when a man&nbsp; came in. the same one that was in the room when she woke.&nbsp; So it must be him, he must be her fiancee, and the father of her child.<br><br>“No.”&nbsp; She answered&nbsp; honestly already tired of the blankness that was her mind.&nbsp; She had a hunch that it wouldn't go away for a while. Atleast she could fill her time with him and what she thought she knew until she remembered. “ Y-you must be my fiancee though, the one I.....” She inhaled slowly before continuing. She didn't remember doing it. But it probably was awful. She couldn't imagine&nbsp; how that felt. That betrayal. “ Left at the alter. I'm sorry, I literally don't remember what got into me.”<br><br>The guilt she felt for that was combined with the thought that her rash behavoir had also almost cost them their child too. Tears welled in the corner of her eyes as she looked up at him. “I-i won't do it again.” She forced a smile&nbsp; and shifted stiffly&nbsp; pushing&nbsp; aside the blankets&nbsp; that covered her and&nbsp; lifting herself off the pillows that propped her up, tucking her legs underneath herself. “ In fact, if you get me out of here tonight I'll do whatever you want.”<br><br>Lifting an arm&nbsp; her hand caressing his face, like she imagined a lover would she moved her lips to his kissing him. Strange, it didn't feel like love. She blamed it on&nbsp; her memory loss, but he didn't taste like she remembered. The taste that lingered on her tongue. Wait, remembered? Was this what&nbsp; his kisses used to taste like?<br><br>Then why did he taste different? She opened her eyes and pulled away. <br><br>&nbsp;He lft and she was suddenly alone again. Discovering that even though she didn't remember them, she would have much rathered to be surrounded by people then to be in the company of her empty mind. <br><br>She slept and in sleeping. She deamt. Of snow, or at least what looked like snow and&nbsp; music, hard thrumming music which's base shook you to the core, and a body moving against hers, skillful, mindful of the way she wanted to be touched, Pain,&nbsp; she remembered pain, wanting it to stop, a woman's voice echoing in her ears.<br><br><em><br>“ I could never see a way out.”</em><br><br>way out? Way out of what? She&nbsp; questioned in her dreams running after the&nbsp; sound of the voice.&nbsp; She couldn't catch it and the music just got louder and louder until&nbsp; it woke her, sweating and terrified, as half awake, her hand moved, knocking the glass of water next to her bed. Onto the floor. Where it shattered and surprised the other occupant in the room no doubt<br><br>She wasn't alone when she woke, breathing through the panic that the dream had caused. Looking at this man&nbsp; made her chest hurt. And a lump rise in her throat, making her feel kind of like if she opened her mouth, her heart would come tumbling out. Suffice to say it didn't take long for her to decide she didn't like the feeling and she tore her gaze away from him, her hands moving over her midriff in&nbsp; a protective manner. Like the visitor could see right through the blankets, the hospital&nbsp; gown, the blankets and through her skin.&nbsp; She got the distinct feeling that&nbsp; she'd felt see through and vulnerable like this before. “ I'm tired... I think visitor hours are over anyhow, the doctor said I need rest.... For the baby.”<br><br>she didn't know she had just informed the father of her child that he would be a father, as far as she knew Torai was the father, because that was what she had been told. Her family wouldn't have any reason to lie to her....Would they?<br><br><br><br>&nbsp;Days later she was at home, though she hadn't mentioned it, she could tell her mother was anxious to see her married, though, after the tabloid scandal of her running away, the woman&nbsp; probably&nbsp; didn't have something big in mind, she wondered momentarily if the people around her were as frustrated with her memory loss as she was, she tried&nbsp; and tried but for some reason she couldn't remember... It felt like every bit of her life until now was missing. She was even more tired of doctors, on top of the ones she had to visit because of the baby, there were also the ones&nbsp; for her memory loss. Probing questions leading no where. If she had to listen to one more assurance that her memory would return....<br><br>&nbsp;she'd done a lot of wandering... hoping that something, some part of the city would trigger a memory. But there was nothing. That was, until she was watching the maids go through her closet.&nbsp; And she came across a scrap of&nbsp; cloth,&nbsp; a dress, fashioned to look like flower petals( the dress she wore the first time she and Ryu made love). She recognized it, she knew she did, attached to one memory but the memory eluded her. Still though she took the dress, holding it close to&nbsp; her chest. It was comforting&nbsp; somehow. Then she wondered what she needed to be comforted for. Tossing the dress in the discard pile deciding suddenly that she needed a cup of tea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>11-02-2016, 06:53:15</strong>
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				<em>A baby?</em> Torai thought. He couldn't possibly be the father, he knew, as he had given her levonorgestrel pills just as they had finished, just as he always had with Kazumi. It was quite probably that drug dealer... He wondered idly how she managed to slip past his surveillance of her, but he was never one to dwell on such things. However, it worked in his favour for the time being, he had to admit, and he knew of other abortifacient drugs at his disposal that he could use on Kirina. There was a time a few years before when he had actually gotten Kazumi pregnant, but Mr. Ikeda had as usual taken care of it quietly with those pills he managed to get. No one else knew or suspected anything: everyone else, including their parents, just thought that Kazumi had an exceptionally bad period that month.<br><br>"I-i won't do it again. In fact, if you get me out of here tonight I'll do whatever you want," he heard her say.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Kirina my dear, but I'm afraid you still need to rest and recover. The doctors still need to treat your injuries. They say you can leave in a few days, and we can go home then." He gave her a small kiss on the forehead.<br><br>As they left and he got into the car with Kazumi, he said: "You have to go get some more smack. All of this mess is giving me a headache. Mr. Ikeda is gone so you'll have to go do it."<br><br>Kazumi replied: "But there isn't any more heroin, I hear."<br><br>"Nah, I hear that the Suzaku have some sort of new stuff making the rounds that's just as good." She nodded at this.<br><br><hr><br>"I'm tired... I think visitor hours are over anyhow, the doctor said I need rest.... For the baby.”<br><br>The words struck Ryuunosuke like a thunderbolt. Baby? Whose? On some reflection, he soon felt certain it was his own. He trusted Kirina enough to tell him if she had ever been forced to see Torai again since that awful night, and that she hadn't meant that it was his. <em>Kirina had his child!</em> This filled him with indescribable happiness and also fear.<br><br>"Don't you recognise me?" he asked. Judging from the bandages on her head and the lack of recognition in the blank stare she gave him, he had a sinking feeling that the answer would be something like "who are you?" And in that case, he would apologise profusely, telling her that he had gotten the wrong room.<br><br><hr><br>Later that evening, Ryuunosuke came to the lab again as usual, and found that there was someone already there. "Oh hello there, Kurohara-kun," he heard an unfamiliar voice say. Along with the usual henchmen in dark glasses that usually accompanied high-ranking members of the Group, he saw a young man, not much older than himself, seated at one of the couches, dressed in an elegant <em>yukata</em>. From what he could see of the man's arms under the sleeves, he could tell that he was heavily tattooed, as only the highest-ranking people in the Group were. The man stood up, and bowed. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Takeo Suzaku. And before you ask, yes, the old man Suzaku is my grandfather. As of today, I am your new <em>oyabun</em>."<br><br>He was expecting this, but also expecting Ishikawa to be around to be the one to introduce the new boss, and that was a bad sign. He bowed perfunctorily. "Pleased to meet you, Suzaku-<em>sama</em>. I am in your care." he said, with grave formality. "If I may ask, sir, what has happened to Mr. Ishikawa."<br><br>"He has been relieved of his duties to you," Takeo replied, and that gave Ryuunosuke a chill of foreboding. "I see that you have gotten yourself in a little trouble with the law, but it will soon pass. You will, however, have to work to earn back what your little spill has cost us, both for your bail bond and for the lawyer who managed to spring you loose." Ryuunosuke just nodded. "Just keep making more of that MPPP, as it looks like there's still a bit of a shortage of opium on the market these days, and if you can make more meth on the side, so much the better."<br><br>"Yes, sir," was all he could say.<br><br>"You know how much you need to produce for today. I do so hate chopping off fingers, you know. So messy. I'll leave you to your work then," Takeo replied, as he stood up, and motioned for his henchmen to leave.<br><br>When Takeo and his men were gone, he found the day's quota pinned on a bulletin board near the door, and frowned. To make this much would take almost all night. At this rate he would have to start taking methamphetamine himself just to keep awake long enough to do what had to be done. He began to brew coffee at the small side office. It would be a long night.<br><br><hr><br>Around 1am, as he was in the middle of a batch of cooking, he received a call on his usual phone. He feared it was from the hospital, telling him of bad news about his mother, but on looking at it, he saw that it was from a number he didn't recognise. Picking it up, a little blearily, he said: "Who is this?"<br><br>"You know me," he heard a female voice say. "I'm Kazumi, Kirina's best friend. We have to talk."<br><br>"Very well, I can meet you in one hour," he said. He then gave directions to the tattoo parlour near the laboratory.<br><br><br>He met with Kazumi after an hour, during a period of the synthesis that he could just leave. He saw Kazumi waiting for him at the shuttered entrance to the tattoo parlour. "Ryuunosuke-san," she said, greeting him. "I take it you know what has happened to Kirina?"<br><br>"Yes... She seems to have lost her memories."<br><br>"I see. And you do know that she is pregnant. With what can only be your child."<br><br>"I guessed as much."<br><br>"We gave Kirina a bunch of drugs after that night that would have prevented her from getting pregnant no matter what Torai or those other guys he had did to her. She had to have gotten pregnant after that, and who else has she been with but you?"<br><br>"I know. She has my baby. But I don't think we can tell her that, now that she doesn't have her memories."<br><br>Kazumi shook her head. "No, that will probably trigger a psychotic episode, as the doctors warned us. We can't tell her anything like that yet. But I'm here for another reason too. I want to be free of Torai. You can't know what it was like to suffer under him as I have... You only saw that one night... that was my life for the past three years. It got to the point that I was actually <em>enjoying</em> all of that debauchery... Kirina is my friend, I love her and I don't want to see her that way any more. She's a gentle soul and doesn't deserve any of this."<br><br>"Neither do you," Ryuunosuke said. "I have a plan, actually, but you have to be very careful."<br><br>"I'll do it. If we don't do anything, once it is politic to do it, Torai will probably kill your baby when he has the chance, the way he did mine, give her some drugs to make it look like Kirina miscarried."<br><br>He shook his head. "Here." He handed her a packet of MPPP made by one of the other cooks in the group. It was, he found after doing mass spectrometry on a portion of it, heavily contaminated with an impurity known as 1-methyl-4-phenyl-1,2,3,6-tetrahydropyridine due to incorrect synthesis procedure. "That's some of the new designer drug that the Group has been selling lately. Only thing is, it was synthesised improperly and has impurities that cause Parkinson's disease. Be sure not to take any yourself." He handed her a second packet. "This is a clean one. If you have to take any, use that." She nodded, and handed him a few ten thousand yen bank notes.<br><br>"I don't need it," he said.<br><br>"Take it anyway. Torai will be suspicious if I go back and still have his money."<br><br>He nodded. "He'll probably begin experiencing symptoms after two to three days after taking that, and from then on, the process will be irreversible."<br><br>It would, however, be some time before Kazumi would have an opportunity to give the contaminated drug to Torai.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>15-02-2016, 10:47:44</strong>
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				Kirina felt as if she was going insane. Her head was betraying her, again, and again, and again, each time she remembered something it inturupted her day to day life, like a movie that only she could see, a movie that was disjointed, out of order, and without a word of explanation. Somehow the&nbsp; most disturbing images were the ones of him. The man who had&nbsp; visited her in the hospital. Every time a memory of him emerged she felt the sick emptiness inside her. Why she kept seeing him in her memories she didn't know, some came with, rather intimate feelings. She recalled a taste in her mouth, a taste that reminded her of the surprise in the lack of feeling she had had when kissing&nbsp; Torai.<br><br>She had a feeling she had forgotten something important, something that involved him, and that feeling pushed her to find out why he had visited her in the hospital, and who he was in her life. So she broke down, and amidst all her confusion, she asked the only person who ever seemed to be around.&nbsp; <br><br>“ Kazumi.... Did I ever date someone, before your brother?” She looked at the girl, her own eyes searching for any knowledge that may be hidden there. In the way the girl reacted. The gorl had to be honest with her right? She was her best friend after all. Kiri sighed and averted her gaze her hands moving from where they&nbsp; sat in her lap to her temples. She was thinking too hard about this, and because of it her head had begun to hurt. She was trying to hard to recall&nbsp; what&nbsp; she was missing. “ I-I keep recalling this man, who visited me in the hospital, He- he seemed so wounded when I didn't remember him. I thought that I must have known him.... He must be important... but how?” Surely her best friend would know right? That's what friends shared wasn't it?<br><br><br><br>The confusion she felt wasn't eased much by her conversation with her friend, that and the morning sickness that seemed to get worse as the weeks wore on turned her into a homebody. Even though her Mother seemed insistent that she and Torai be seen out and about. Together, a couple, a united front against the scandal that was her running off after the wedding.&nbsp; All of this wasn't easily accomplished by her fiancee, who seemed to be avoiding her. Something she didn't quite understand, that had to have been intimate at some point, correct? She was carrying his child after all. Wasn't she? <br><br>They were together tonight though. In the grand ball room of a recently completed new hotel. One that her family and his had been invited, and she'd dressed for the occasion, all her curls pulled back into a messy chignon&nbsp; allowing a few loose curls&nbsp; to&nbsp; tumble out here and there one, just off to the left side at the back of her neck,drawing attention to the&nbsp; slender&nbsp; part of her neck and the smooth&nbsp; curves of her back and shoulders The dress, was lovely. A floor length number that dragged just a bit on the floor , even with her&nbsp; heels. The soft black silk left the entirety of her back bare and&nbsp; clung to the rest of her&nbsp; subtle curves like a second skin, to just after her bottom where it tumbled to the&nbsp; ground&nbsp; in swathes of inky black cloth. The dress was so delicate that it didn't allow for undergarments of any sort. She had just accepted a glass of orange juice and tonic water, served in a champagne glass, usually for those too young to drink, because that would normally be over looked for someone so close to being legal like herself, she had other reasons to obstain. She was in the middle of being congratulated and asked about when the wedding would be rescheduled for, and was about to take a sip, when she&nbsp; haired the sound of shattering glass.and turned, to see her fiancee had dropped his own glass.<br><br>She didn't need to rush over, glad no one else seemed to notice in the crowd of busily&nbsp; chattering people. But she did, surprised by her actions, wondering if it had been impulse. His hands were trembling, and her eyes sought his own worried. <br><br>“ A-are you okay?” she asked, unsure of what to do, she didn't understand. Was he ill? When even as she took his hads, they didn't stop trembling. She decided that they needed to leave. Luckily, her parents had obtained rooms in the building for the evening they hadn't been planning to use them. In fact, she had been planing to go home early and rest. But she thought that now, was certainly a good time to put those rooms, to use. Paying no mind that this would likely be the first time they were alone since her accident&nbsp; she&nbsp; took one of his trembling hands and hurriedly lead him away. <br><br>Once in the room. She sat down him down silently on the&nbsp; large bed,&nbsp; one hand lifting&nbsp; the one side of her dress, to avoid stepping on it as she got him a glass of water.<br><br>“ I guess,&nbsp; after my incident at the wedding, and this... we must really be making a splash on the gossip rags, Mother won't let me see them, but apparently, the press has been good for business, at least father is happy.” She talked, just to fill the silence. Wondering if this awkwardness really was just the effects of her memory loss, her mind echoing back to the conversation she had had days before with his sister.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>23-02-2016, 08:13:37</strong>
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				Kazumi paid Kirina a visit at her home a day after she had yet another one of those sessions with her brother, and she hoped it would be the last, after giving him the contaminated drugs. He didn't seem to care: it gave him just as big a high as the usual heroin, and she herself used the untainted packet that Ryuunosuke had provided her with, her own addiction just as irresistible. There would be no way to prove that she deliberately poisoned Torai. She heard from him that there was already one known case of a "frozen addict", a member of the Group who had screwed up the synthesis procedure and had been forced to inject his own product into himself, though there were as yet none among the junkies who bought their product so far.<br><br>Kirina then asked her: "Kazumi... Did I ever date someone, before your brother?" Kazumi looked at her with perplexity. She wasn't sure how to respond. She had been warned by the doctors that attempting to reveal certain facts she had forgotten might result in a psychotic episode, and she had to be careful what she said.<br><br>"I-I keep recalling this man, who visited me in the hospital, He- he seemed so wounded when I didn't remember him. I thought that I must have known him.... He must be important... but how?"<br><br>Kazumi turned on the television, and there was the music video of that same song that Kirina had danced with Ryuunosuke that first night at the underground club. "I think you'll soon enough already remember that much, Kirina. You don't need me to tell you who the love of your life really is..."<br><br><div align="center"><em>You stay the way you are, and never change,<br>Even as time crosses into the future<br>The two of us are one<br>Even if we don't have a promise,<br>I've got a feeling I can believe you<br>The reason I became so kind is thanks to you...</em></div><br>The song continued to play, and it would perhaps bring back confused memories of that night to Kirina, though she would probably still be bewildered by all the gaps in her memory.<br><br><hr><br>As Torai got dressed he wasn't sure what was happening to him. His hands wouldn't stop shaking, and it got so bad that he had to order one of the house's butlers to help him dress. This should have been Mr. Ikeda's job, but he had been missing for well over two weeks by now, and still there was no sign of the man. It had been milder yesterday, and he had to consciously will himself to even walk straight. He managed to get himself to the car and to the hotel where they were having the party, but as he sat next to Kirina, he tried to stand up and propose a toast, but couldn't, and he dropped his wine goblet to the floor with a crash, even as he lost his balance, but managed to catch himself on the seat of his <br><br>"A-are you okay?" Kirina asked. It was all he could do to shake his head, and with her help he managed to get into the elevator and into the rooms that had been prepared for them.<br><br>"I-I'm not sure what's h-h-happenning-g to m-me..." he stammered, as he drank from the glass of water and lay down. Soon enough, he couldn't even move, not even to blink, and all he could do was move his eyes to look around. This would perhaps cause Kirina to panic, and then he would be taken to the hospital, where the doctors would find that he'd developed something akin to Parkinson's disease, but the true cause behind it would remain unclear for almost a year, when his drug usage became known despite his parents' denials, and the doctors would conclude that he was, like a handful of others, one of only six unfortunate victims of an improperly synthesised batch of a synthetic heroin analogue that had been making rounds on the street since opium came in short supply after some sort of crackdown at the source. This would obviously lead to the wedding being called off, but merger talks between companies in the Rei and Akamatsu conglomerates would proceed, and the crisis that had affected the Hinomaru Transport Corporation owned by Kirina's father would pass.<br><br><hr><br>Ryuunosuke meanwhile had his hands full, attempting to continue cooking drugs for the Group. Takeo Suzaku was far more ruthless than Mr. Ishikawa had ever been, and gave brutal daily quotas that he could only barely meet within a day's work. He received an email on his burner phone. It was from Kazumi. <em>It is done.</em> That at least was a bit of good news that he needed. Even if Kirina never got her memories back, and the possibility was a painful one to even contemplate, he could at least tell himself that he had saved her from getting married to that vicious, hateful man.<br><br>Accounting for production at his secret laboratory used to be done completely by hand, but several months ago they had switched to using a supposedly secure remote database server to do that. Mr. Ishikawa had been suspicious of this new system, which he later learned had been introduced at the initiative Takeo Suzaku, and insisted that Ryuunosuke's and the other labs he had under his control continue to use the paper ledgers in addition to logging production at the database. This had been a mindless task Ryuunosuke used to do by rote, but that night he suddenly noticed that there was a systematic discrepancy in the figures reported by the database and those in his ledger. He wasn't sure what this meant but he had on a whim printed a report covering the same period of time that the ledger book he still had in his possession.<br><br>What he didn't know was that he was about to uncover the secret that cost Mr. Ishikawa his life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 22:22:59</strong>
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				It had been two weeks since the incident. Two weeks since she watched her fiancé being lead out of the hotel on a stretcher. It had also been two weeks since the Paparazzi waiting outside the hotel saw the same thing.&nbsp; Of course it was all one giant scandal, published in all the gossip rags. To which both familys responded as was expected of them with dignity and grace. They were of course, shocked and baffled and hoping for a speedy recovery. Four weeks she sat beside his hospital bed watching as his eyes darted about. <br><br>The only things that were still able to move of their own free will. Watching him terrified her, though she imagined he was more terrified, what could he possibly be thinking? He seemed trapped in his own body much like she had felt trapped for the past few months without her memories however now that she was being left alone both by Family shocked by this recent development and by her recently incapacitated significant other, the flashes of memory returned more frequently. She was almost certain that the man she had watched for weeks and felt concern for as doctors planed test, after test, after test was not the man that she is originally thought he was when she woke from her accident. His face seemed attached to some of her most dreadful memorys and feelings while somewhere deep inside of her parts of her remembered another face. The face she had seen before, a face that seemed attached to such bliss and happiness. It would be weeks till after she had stopped visiting the hospital before she found herself wandering into a tattoo parlor, in a less than reputable part of town. This place seemed special to her somehow and so carefully she selected a design out of a book, and sat down in the chair. Her eyes closed as a swab of rubbing alcohol was brushed over the smooth skin. She inhaled deeply and then the needles went to work the chair was unique in which it allowed her to turn around as the design followed her collar around back to her shoulder blade. She was stubborn work like this was generally done in multiple appointments but she had time and she had the money to convince the artist to finish the entire work in one sitting as a result she was quite sore as she left much later that evening. Small string of her purse on the opposite shoulder and her jacket just draped over the shoulder where the work has been done bandages loosely&nbsp; covered the work. She wondered what had prompted her to select the design the colors reminiscent of the first memory she could recall, a hotel room a dress, soft like petals, long gone. She recalled the gentle touch but one that got firmer as two bodies got to know one another in a way they only could in this sort of activity. She felt certain that the face and body she recalled. Was not the face of the man who lay still in a hospital bed claiming, through his silence to be the father of her child.<br><br>&nbsp;A day later the bandages came off the skin still raw needed to be treated with the specialized lotion and she was careful to cover her shoulder and collar up with a light breezy white blouse. She picked up an old bag, one that she hadn’t gone through in quite some time. Having been alone since her fiancé’s incident, she didn’t have much else to do. It was unusually heavy, normally the only thing she ever carried with her was a cell phone and a credit card with no limit. Occasionally when an event called for it she’d carry a bit of cash. On investigating the bag she found a cell phone. She couldn’t help but think this strange considering the phone she usually carried was sitting there on the coffee table as she pulled this one from the bag. It seemed there was only one contact on this cell and a brief scroll through the messages told her that whomever she was communicating with on this phone was someone with whom she was amorously involved. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat, so there was a possibility the child she carried was not her fiancés? So confused and sick too her stomach, she wrote a brief message reaching out to this person unsure of what the result of this communication might be.<br><br>&nbsp;Though somehow sure that she needed to find out, especially since no one seemed inclined to tell. She felt as if her time was quickly passing by each day she spent alone. Until one day on the same day she planed to meet with the person whom she had been communicating with on that second phone, her mother stopped by. Quite inconveniently, mere moments before she was expecting the other visitor.<br><br>The older woman’s words words were brisk though not without a touch&nbsp; of kindness,sincerity and worry as she looked at her daughter.<br>“ It’s not too late to take care of it.” Kirina looked at her mother as her fingers laced over her stomach and rested there were slight bump had begun to form signifying the life that they lived and grew inside of her.<br>&nbsp;“What do you mean mother?”Kirina asked looking at her mother as the woman got a look of disgust on her face as if she couldn’t quite imagine what the younger woman was not understanding or was it that her daughter would dare question her with such an innocent and confused expression. Her mother cleared her throat and then said again.<br>“ It’s not too late for us to deal with it.” Clarifying this time. “The baby, you could still make a good marriage if that child was not tying you to Torai.” The room was silent. Not even the sound of the two woman breathing could be heard, it was like death hung over the both of them. The mere thought terminating the pregnancy had Karina feeling ill once again. Her mother couldn’t be serious, this had to be a joke. Marriage more important than the life that grew inside her? For the first time she could remember, what with the lapses in her memory Kirina narrowed her eyes at her mother and in a sharp almost growl ordered the woman to leave her alone. <br><br>The maids that bustles about the house all stopped what they were doing as if they too were surprised by the girl’s behavior. Her mother stood mitering expletives about how her daughter was ungrateful and ruining her self for no good reason and left&nbsp; the room. Apparently she said that all she needed to say and was not going to listen to the lecture that her daughter was about to give. No lecture came Kirina rose slowly and breathed deeply closing her eyes remembering a face ,a touch, a feeling, one she had never felt from her mother,her father,or Torai, one that filled the emptiness somehow. She found herself hoping that that feeling was somehow related to the life that stirred within <br>The phone was next to her and it vibrated to let her know he was on his way. She walked briskly to the front door of her family home.Past her mother,past all the servants. Determined&nbsp; she opened the door to greet him on her own when she heard the bell in fact she wasn’t quite sure what she had heard that made her open that door but she opened it and found herself suddenly face-to-face with a man who she been communicating with. The young man who visited her in the hospital. The man who she could not remember then but was now quite certain was the father of her child. The man she loved. <br>She could not remember his situation but at this very moment she didn’t quite care,as, in full view of her mother and the servants&nbsp; she reached out for the man. Grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulled him close. Only to kiss him. The instant their lips met she remembered more than she could have imagined. More than she had in weeks. She recalled his touch and his kiss, the way he tasted and the way each of these things worked together to drive her wild. To bring out a side of her she never knew existed before him.<br>&nbsp;Longing for him to take her away from here and get started on catching up, as it had been so long ago that she had seen him. Even now as her mother pushed briskly past her, stomping her way to the car and she smiled at the man his name falling from her lips like the lyrics to a long forgotten song. <br><br>“Ryu.” She lead him to her bedroom where she sat in a plush chair by the window sunlight streaming in and bouncing off of her light curls and porcelain like skin. She wanted to hear all of it everything that she had forgotten that she couldn’t remember. The good and the bad. She recalled all the good. But somehow the bad was still missing. She needed the blanks filled in... To understand<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 16:08:50</strong>
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				In the weeks that followed, Ryuunosuke was being made to teach the MPTP synthesis procedure to the other chemists employed by the Group. This was something that he was loath to do now that Ishikawa was gone, and he deeply distrusted Takeo Suzaku. Once one of his trusted favourites could perform the synthesis procedure as well as he could he would become all but expendable. Suzaku had been discouraged only by the Group's code of honour from making threats to Ryuunosuke's mother, but it was hard to say how easy those rules would be to break the longer Ryuunosuke's monopoly on clean MPTP synthesis lasted. In the meantime he was working almost until dawn most days, and the strain was such that he had needed to file a leave of absence at the university, using his mother's health as an excuse. In reality, she was recovering just fine, but he needed to sleep, and there seemed to be no way that he could balance both his schoolwork and the crushing quotas he was now needing to fill.<br><br>He wondered every day how Kirina was doing. It had been nearly a month since he saw her at the hospital, and he could think of no easy way to contact her. There was Kazumi, but she had been in a drug rehab clinic since she connived with him to poison her sadistic elder brother and her drug use became known to their family. Her last communication to him also mentioned how her brother was being treated for the Parkinsonism that they caused him, but he never had full function return, and as such it looked more and more like Kazumi would become the sole heiress of the Akamatsu fortune, despite their parents' reluctance.<br><br>One afternoon, he was awakened by the sound of his phone beeping. And he was surprised to see that it was not his normal phone but the burner phone whose phone number and email address only Kirina and Kazumi knew. He flipped it open expecting to see a message from Kazumi, but no... It was Kirina! He was jolted awake by this and he immediately got up.<br><br>"Son, you're awake awfully early today?" his mother was saying as he suddenly got up and changed out of his pyjamas into street clothes.<br><br>"No time mum!" he said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "<em>Ittekimasu!</em>"<br><br>"<em>Itte-irasshai</em>," his mother responded automatically, bewildered.<br><br>He drove as quickly as it was legal to do so, taking all the shortcuts he knew to make his way to the house where Kirina lived. He sometimes quietly went that way in the early mornings just after cooking more drugs for the Group just to see how the house was, and hopefully he might have caught a glimpse of Kirina, so he knew all the shortcuts. Without even thinking he ran up to the front door of the house and rang the bell. Kirina was there, waiting for him. She grabbed him by the collar and suddenly, in full view of all the servants and an elegantly dressed woman who was evidently her mother, kissed him. He could tell from the way her mouth met his that she remembered, oh she remembered, for her kiss was the way it always was. Gone in that moment were all of his worries and doubts, as she led him inside, past the glare of her mother who was angrily making her way outside to her car.<br><br>"Oh Kirina, Kirina," he said, tears filling his eyes that wouldn't stop. "I thought I had lost you forever..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>22-04-2016, 02:50:34</strong>
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				Kiri smiled and held him as he cried, or rather, let herself be held by him.&nbsp; She felt awful about everything but how he had come running when she called, it gave her such hope. She parted from him momentarily.&nbsp; Then kissed him. She missed this, him, the feeling of being whole when she was with him. Her eyes watering as she kissed him, feeling such guilt, how could she have told him about the baby like she did, how could she let him worry like this? Those tears. She kissed then on his cheeks and then went back too his mouth pulling him over to the bed. The same bed where it was likely their child had been conceived. <br><br>Light in her room made it so that she could see every inch of him as her fingers and mouth worshiped him. Though it also meant he could see all of her. She&nbsp; blushed brilliant red. Even though she still had a&nbsp; lovely figure&nbsp; the baby rounding out her stomach just a bit, it has also rounded out her hips slightly. She was a big self conscious about that as well as how wet just the&nbsp; thought&nbsp; of being with him had her. Their coupling was frantic and hungry and they came together. She laid with him. The light filtering in the window leaving nothing to the imagination.<br><br>It felt like just a moment but was likely hours. She asked him about his work. What he had done to free herself and Kazumi from Torai.She didn’t want to let him go. But they couldn’t stay in bed all day, at least not today, so she stood and started dressing. A purple sundress that hugged her breasts and hung loose over the rest of her to her knees. Matching flats on her feet. She could feel his eyes on her and grinned&nbsp; kissing his cheek. <br><br>“ I think is about time you introduced me to your mother don’t you?”&nbsp; She knew they had so much to talk about and as her hand hovered over her belly. The baby was healthy according to the doctor. And she had an ultrasound coming up. But she wanted to do something normal. At least for today.<br><br>They had done things in such a disjointed manner. And she was well aware that what he did for a living… To say that she worried for the future was an understatement. Though she was self conscious about meeting his mother… She should have done it before now. Now she was…<br><br>“Maybe we should bring flowers or….” There it was, nervousness about meeting his mother, worry about what she would think of her. That was normal. That was how things were supposed to be… Kind of. “ Chocolate?”<br><br>They had never even been on an actual date. How would she answer if his mother asked about how they had met? How did she even start to tell this woman she had never met that she would be the mother of her grandchild. She looked to Ryu for strength.<br><br>Why, after everything they had been through, did this make her scared?&nbsp; Still she waited as the door opened.<br><br>She smiled at the woman. Touched by how much Ryuunosuke cared for her. She looked around her trying not to feel sad about the condition that they lived in. While trying to decide if she should tell her about the baby or if Ryu would. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>04-05-2016, 09:09:20</strong>
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				Reunited at last Kirina and Ryuunosuke wasted no time. In the midday light streaming through the windows they removed their clothes, and he reflected that this was probably the first time that they were doing this in the full light of day. He could see all of her then, her figure still shapely and her belly only slightly rounded by the life that was growing within her, the life that they were creating together. They made love there with the intensity born of long separation and the prospect that they very nearly lost each other, and he knew that he would not let anything ever tear them apart again.<br><br>It was a time beyond reckoning and yet very brief when they finally finished, which Ryuunosuke could only estimate based on how at some point a maid had left lunch for them just outside the door. Taking the food, which was a slab of very tender roast beef in a demi-glace sauce with mashed potatoes and a salad with a vinaigrette, with bottles of fruit juice, he set them up on the table and they had a little lunch.<br><br>"You do know what happened with that bastard. I assume Kazumi told you the truth. She had suffered so much under him, and she didn't want you to experience more of that than you already had. We should visit her at the rehabilitation clinic when there's time.<br><br>"I'm in a bit of an awful mess at the moment at work though," he said. "I have a new <em>oyabun</em>, and he seems far more ruthless than my previous boss. There's a shortage of opium at the source and so they've got me making a designer opium analogue that's floating around. The only trouble is that synthesising it is fairly tricky, and if you get it wrong you get stuff that will make you look like Torai. Kazumi and I used a batch of such improperly synthesised drugs to poison him. Right now, though, I'm the only one who can do it, which is why I took a leave of absence from university. The new boss has me on a punishing quota in order to force me into teaching the technique to someone else, but once I do that I become expendable, and I doubt that he would let me live much longer than that... The only thing that's keeping him from threatening my mother is the Group's code of honour, but I don't know how much longer that will stand.<br><br>"He has been skimming money for his own ends, and I think I can prove it, but I need to reach someone above him to get him out of the way, and to assure my safety when I leave the Group. I never really wanted to be a gangster... it's just that it was my only option. If only I could get hold of the old man Suzaku..." This name would be vaguely familiar to Kirina in relation to her father. The Suzaku Group had a significant portion of the unions of stevedores at various ports under their control, and through them ran a protection racket against the Hinomaru Transport Corporation, but Matabei Rei eventually wound up using the Suzaku Group's union influence to his own advantage, after working out mutually beneficial arrangements with the old <em>kumichō</em> Hideyoshi Suzaku that made his competitors flounder. She would learn some interesting things if she mentioned the name to her father.<br><br>"Yeah, I do think you and my mother are long overdue an introduction," he said, smiling. "Please don't tell her about what I do at night, and if she asks about how we met, just tell her that it was through a friend of a friend. Honestly, I don't know yet if we should tell her that she'll soon be a grandmother. Unless you have another idea? Sounds like a good idea to get her something, maybe chocolates sound good."<br><br>They left Kirina's house and rode off to the little flat where he lived with his mother, after passing by one of those rather expensive shops that sold chocolate from Hokkaido. "I'm home, mother," he said.<br><br>"Oh, you're back already, son?" they heard her say. "Who's that you've got with you? She's beautiful."<br><br>"This is my girlfriend, Kirina," he said. "Kirina, this is my mother, Miwako."<br><br>"Pleased to meet you, Kirina," Miwako said with a slight bow. "Please, come in and have a seat!" she said, indicating the dinner table. "Our home is very humble as you can see, but please, make yourself comfortable!" She put some water into a small electric kettle and began boiling it to make them some green tea.<br><br>They had a little small talk after the tea was brewed, and they gave the box of chocolates to Miwako, who thanked them profusely for the gift. "I think I might have seen you somewhere before, Kirina," Miwako said. "Were you on television?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>05-06-2016, 05:26:49</strong>
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				“ No Miwako-san.” Kirina. Said bowing her head slightly nerves getting the better of her. They needed to get her out of here. She saw that now… Perhaps she should speak to her father. After all. Her hand moved unconsciously and hovered over her tummy a moment. They would be family. “ My mother was quite a bit when she was my age. Im told I look an awful lot like her.”<br>What good would come from her knowing what they had been through. She wanted to stay. Talking with the woman was easy effortless. The same way it was with Ryu. She wanted to tell her about the baby and as the woman tittered on even showed her pictures of Ryu as a baby. She hopped that the little one in her looked just like him. It almost. Slipped from her lips. Instead she smiled and cooed. <br><br>When it was time to go she kissed him, promising so much more with her kiss.<br>“ When you're done your work tomorrow....Come see me?” The car pulled up and the driver stepped out. She was going to help him. First though she needed to speak to her father.<br><br>The next day she was seated at the table alone with her father. Her latest ultrasound armed as a weapon.<br><br>“ Daddy. I need your help.” Her mother wasn’t here so as she explained to him that his grandchild was not Torai's child and that she needed to ensure that the real father's family was safe he listened to her.&nbsp; She rose and got out of her chair and sunk to her knees bowing as she asked.<br><br>And he agreed.<br><br>Though he had a condition for her.<br><br>“That baby. If it’s a boy. You will hand him over to your mother and me. To raise. And then you will go and join that woman and never show your face. We will tell people you died in childbirth. You will be well taken care of. You will never see the child. Understand?”<br><br>Kirina inhaled slowly and folded the ultrasound in her lap. She swallowed. If she agreed. Her father would give her the money so they could get Ryu's mother safetly out of the country. But that meant….<br><br>“Ill think on it.” She knew that would test her fathers patience but. She would not say yes without speaking too the father of her child first.” If you can Daddy I want you too put me in touch with someone else as well.I remember meeting him at a function years ago…I need to speak to him again. I think you know him… Mr Suzaku?”<br><br>Her father had quite a bit to say about it. She listened. Her knowledge of business changing as her father tried to convince her out of speaking to him. Still she insisted and with a look of abject fear he agreed.<br><br>When she was with Ryu again. This time in a cheaper love hotel, not that she minded but with Torai's condition and Kazumi being in rehab… it was best they weren’t seen in public together just yet though they met after he finished his work and she could tell he was tired. She lay awake ,his arms were around her. Holding her to his chest as he slept. Knowing though that he needed his rest she let him sleep. While her mind mulled over how to best breach the topic and then tell him everything her father had told her.<br><br>Instead. Just as she closed her eyes, the sun streaming in through the part in the curtains. She was kissed awake. And it fell from her lips. In a waterfall of information and worry. She couldn’t say yes to her father. But if Ryu continued to stall and look into the money going missing. His mothers life would be in danger. She couldn’t agree to give up their child for it though. She finished with the information her father had given her about Mr Suzaku and that he would be able to meet with him later in the week. She closed her mouth and searched his face hoping to find some clue of what he was thinking<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>03-07-2016, 17:30:18</strong>
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				As they lay together in the bed, Ryuunosuke listened in silence as Kirina explained the terms of her father's deal with her. "No, I cannot let that happen," he said, with some vehemence. "That life inside you does not belong to them, but to you and me." He looked at her then, deeply troubled, and paused for a long moment before continuing.<br><br>"You know, Kirina, that even though they are engaged in illegal activity the Suzaku in general actually adhere to a strict code of honour, most especially the older members of the Group like the <em>kumichō</em> Hideyoshi Suzaku. The younger generation, however, like his grandson Takeo Suzaku, take a dim view of these codes and would violate them if they thought they could get away with it. I think that's the only reason why he hasn't threatened my mother. Among other things, the code of honour prohibits the deliberate harming of innocents, and my mother qualifies as one. The penalties for violating the codes are harsh, and he would at the very least lose fingers if he tried it and was caught... He may, however, gather enough firm supporters that he would be able to violate the rule with plausible deniability, so I have to be able to move before that happens."<br><br>He listened to Kirina tell him about her father's relationship with Hideyoshi Suzaku, which was a rather astonishing tale. "If you can, through your father, arrange a meeting with the <em>kumichō</em>, I can probably present a case against Takeo Suzaku that will cause his downfall. With his removal, I may be able to leave the Group cleanly, and I can stop being a gangster for good. But first I need to develop an airtight case against Suzaku."<br><br>He stepped out of the bed, and opened his bag, a large rucksack, which contained a laptop and several large ledger books. These were the accounting records from five of the clandestine drug labs operated by the Suzaku Group, which were all previously run by the late Mr. Ishikawa. "Frankly, I'm not quite sure how to analyse all of this data." Kirina would, however, realise that these were just the standard accounting and inventory tracking records just about the identical to those used by any business in the world, the only difference being the products were things like "heroin", "methamphetamine", "desmethylprodine", and so forth, and she would, with some time and Ryuunosuke's help, be able to analyse them and compare them to the computer records that he managed to retrieve. There was a missing link to make the case against Takeo completely airtight, as the records were incomplete.<br><br>"That last ledger book I wasn't able to get. It is kept by one of the few women in the Group, Yekaterina Umehara. Her mother was a Russian, who wound up marrying one of the Suzaku <em>saikō komon</em>, hence her strange name. She is considering an alliance with Takeo so it will be dangerous to talk to her overtly. She runs a strip club and brothel in Shinjuku where she keeps all of her records, and her ledger book is likely there. I can't get in there without attracting attention, but you could, perhaps, pose as a girl looking to work in her establishment and sneak in there that way. Since she supposedly treats her girls better than most there are many who would rather work for her..." He trailed off, and then shook his head, realising the insanity of the idea. "No, it's much too risky. You have a baby on the way. I'll find another way to get that last ledger somehow." But how he would do that was hard to imagine. Ryuunosuke however, was handsome in a way that could be more accurately described as beautiful, and perhaps if Kirina worked on him he might even pass for a woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>19-10-2016, 09:06:08</strong>
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				Her hands. Soft and fragile slid over his shoulder as she made herself comfortable behind him. They slide over his chest as she leaned forward pressing her chest against his back as she rested her chin on his shoulder. Her hair flowed loose around her mostly naked form the light strands brushing against his skin with each slight movement she made. Her eyes studied the paperwork . She had seen similar mock ups every day while in school and simplified versions when&nbsp; working for her father. The deductions, additions and various account were a lot less like what you would see for a business and more like what you would expect to see in politics.<br><br>Corrupt politics. She could spot several issues and wondered for what purposes certain deductions where made.<br><br>She would need a lot more information from him as well. Costs of materials and quantities so that she could eliminate those from the records. As well as any other&nbsp; information he may have about personal accounts and…. His cut. She told him this.<br><br>What she didn’t tell him was that the real information wasn’t in the numbers in the statements. But the information was in the statements themselves. For an organization as large as they were they were sloppy with hiding sensitive information. She had too assume that the reason for that wasn’t that they thought all under their employees were daft… They had been around longer then she was alive… since ancient times in fact… It was unlikely they were that sloppy but if she could recognize the pattern…Get ahead of them….<br><br>After a long moment she reached for a piece of paper.&nbsp; Setting it&nbsp; aside. It muddied the other information though it made her smile.<br><br>I’m guessing this has to do with that brothel…” she&nbsp; pointed out several deductions on the page. One for childcare and the other for medical. She wondered though… how young those children were when they were forced into work and felt more sympathetic towards her lovers plight.<br><br>She would need to study the paperwork more but even on a cursory glance the evidence that half of the information was missing was blatantly obvious.<br><br>“Call Kazumi. I don’t want you going alone. Even if you’d probably make a prettier girl then me…” she kissed his cheek and took one of the booklets and settling in next too&nbsp; him. As she read over the numbers and ledgers her free hand absent-minded drawing designs over whatever skin of his she could reach a small smile playing on her lips as she wondered what he would look like all trussed up. She kind of was jealous of her imagination. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>25-10-2016, 05:14:40</strong>
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				The next day, Kirina, Ryuunosuke and Kazumi sat together in Kirina's room. Ryuunosuke reflected that this was probably the first time the three of them had been together in one place since that terrible night with Torai. Kazumi left her rehabilitation clinic, though she had not yet completed the program and there was still good chance that she could relapse into drug use, though she would likely check back in again if that happened.<br><br>"I have been trying to reach Yekaterina Umehara for some weeks already through some back channels but she isn't talking to me," Ryuunosuke began. "She thinks of me as just a low-level cook and believes me to be beneath her. I need to find some way to reach her and convince her to give me her records. I can perhaps make a deal with her by showing her people how to cook the sapphire ice methamphetamine that commands much higher prices on the street." Kazumi would know of this of course, it was her and Torai's favourite type of meth. Ryuunosuke had somehow found a way to increase the concentration of the dextromethamphetamine in his own synthesis procedure, which made it a more powerful stimulant, without requiring a complex process and expensive equipment. It was the sort of discovery that might have merited a paper in a scientific journal and a drug patent were it academic research or for a pharmaceutical company, but as it was his discovery would be relegated to the lore of the clandestine chemists of Japanese organised crime. The same could be said of his method of producing MPPP, but that was a trump card that he would use only when making a deal with the Suzaku <em>kumichō</em> himself.<br><br>"Maybe we should first try to go in her club by the front, as though we were customers," Ryuunosuke said. "Maybe we can hire a girl who can tell us a bit about the place so we can know the ins and outs of the club and Ms. Umehara's movements on a typical day. And then we can try coming there on another day, posing as girls looking to work there, and that's when we strike. What do you two think?" he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>26-10-2016, 06:59:07</strong>
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				“ I’ll reach out.” Kazumi said shortly. Eager to help her friend, in hopes to repair the friendship she had not only taken for granted but had also almost irrevocably destroyed. Though she was a bit frightened about what it would mean. She was doing so well to get away from this world and&nbsp; here she was, willingly walking back in…. She&nbsp; was worried that she might get sucked back in. like she wanted their target to think.” After all…. I’m just the sort of girl Yekatarina is looking to employ. It wouldn’t be any worse then the men I slept with under Nee-san’s thumb. It’ll&nbsp; give us a person on the inside and some insight on the ins and outs.”<br><br>She could easily blend in for a few days though accessing&nbsp; the paperwork would be difficult. <br><br>“Ryuunosuke…. You could pose as a customer, certainly even a low level cook, when paying enough, could rent one of her girls? Or Kiri?” She paused and looked over at Kirina, who was silent, still looking over the paperwork that Ryu had shared. Kazumi wondered if the expecting mother had slept at all. She moved though and touched her stomach a look of worry on her face as she&nbsp; jotted something down with her other hand.<br><br>“ She’d likely be more receptive to Kiri as a client… What with her parent’s wealth and recent success. I don’t even think her condition would phase her, it also provides the perfect distraction…. If she could fake a complication?”<br><br>&nbsp;Kirina finally looked up from the paperwork, nodding, Kazumi smiled and took her hand, pleased her friend did not pull away this time.&nbsp; Kirina , though wrapped up in making sense of the paperwork that was deceptively simple, looked very happy, happier then she every remembered her looking. Even before the mess with her brother. She ran her free hand through her own dark hair. Seemed the right man had such an effect on woman, and she wondered perhaps if she would ever find that&nbsp; sort of feeling, she looked at Ryuunosuke like the sun rose and set upon him.Though she still needed a lot of work to undo what her brother had done to her before she could even dream of falling in that kind of love. She had a feeling they would need to finish this before she even had a shot.<br><br>Kazumi didn’t have to be here. She didn’t have to do this, but she didn’t want to risk Kirina getting hurt again, and knew if she was there it was less likely to happen. And her own loss of a child, made her all the more determined that her only friend’s child would thrive.<br><br>“&nbsp; I think Kazumi and I should go in alone.” Kirina piped up and&nbsp; directed the attention&nbsp; to her. “ Low level cook or not she knows you, and if she saw you… We want to get this paperwork , copy it and put it back before they notice….. Or we could get Kazumi to replace it with a mock up that I prepare ahead of time…”<br>&nbsp;Kazumi watched as Kirina pushed aside the&nbsp; paperwork and excused herself mumbling about needing a rest she swooped down&nbsp; and kissed Ryu’s temple before withdrawing to the bed. She waited until&nbsp; the sound of her breathing changed before addressing the man sitting across from her. <br><br>“ What is your exit plan if this goes belly up?” Her real concern here wasn’t herself.&nbsp; She had a few bouts of suicidal tendancies while in treatment, after years of needing&nbsp; &nbsp;hard drugs to get through the day, after years of needing that haze to escape, it had been difficult coming down from that. “ Even still… If her parents get ahold of that child…. After this is over and done with, the two of you need to run again…. That much is clear.”<br><br>That was the only way she could see this turning out well. Kazumi had seen it before. He and Kirina would run and Kirina’s parents would make excuses to the press. Their daughter will have gone abroad to study or to work&nbsp; for a foreign conglomerate. They would&nbsp; act proud and hide their personal embarrassment in silence.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>29-10-2016, 12:51:46</strong>
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				Ryuunosuke shook his head. "No, Kirina, I don't think it's a good idea that you come. It's too dangerous. Kazumi and I can handle this." The thought of her even going into clouds of second-hand smoke or taking shots of liquor while she was pregnant bothered him, and it was likely that they might have to run if things went badly.<br><br>"I think we can at the very least meet Yekaterina Umehara personally. She sees groups of new girls who apply for her brothel every week, and if we can get an interview with her we may be able to convince her to give us copies of her ledger in exchange for the formula for Sapphire Ice. I don't know if she'll agree to it, but I don't think the other possibilities are such a good idea."<br><br>The two girls would between them might actually manage to make a rather pretty girl out of Ryuunosuke and would probably be able to train him reasonably well in how to act like a girl in the few days that remained until Umehara began interviewing new applicants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>18-11-2016, 09:15:36</strong>
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				Kiri nodded and went back to sorting through paperwork, she was onto something but wasn't ready to share what it was just yet. Not until ever piece of the puzzle was put into place. <br><br>Kazumi however was delighted at the idea of getting to dress Ryuu up. He'd make such a pretty girl.<br><br>"Though, you'll have too find yourself some clothing. Slim, and... Well constructed as you are, nothing of mine, or Karina's will fit you."&nbsp; It was true, Karina was so little that even pregnant and moving along, she could probably still shop and wear regular clothes. Kazumi wondered how many woman were envious of the girl as she&nbsp; decided where they would get what they needed.<br><br>- -<br>&nbsp;Kazumi grinned pulling back and surveyed their work. A natural hair wig, some makeup, a lot of makeup and some girls clothes and he actually looked pretty enough.<br><br>"Kirina actually got you to shave everything did she? I don't remember much hair but, you know it grows back thicker?" Images of him nude and at her and her brother's mercy flashing in her mind as she shook her head. "I don't suppose the lighting is too bright in places like that, but I should&nbsp; get ready myself." Kazumi then left, some teasing and a light layer of makeup herself. Leaving her masterpiece alone with Karina.<br><br>&nbsp;Kirina took a moment while cleaning makeup brushes and the mess to tug lightly on one of the curls of the wig.<br><br>" You make a rather pretty girl, I don't really swing that way, but someone as lovely as you?I may be persuaded. " her tone light, trying to dissipate some of the tension. She kissed his temple while passing by, and Kazumi rejoined them.<br><br>"Now now you two, no need to get carried away and ruin all my hard work." Kazumi interrupted just as Kirina pulled away, she hiked her skirt, hanging low on her hips but&nbsp; still barely covering her bottom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>06-12-2016, 15:27:03</strong>
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				That evening Ryuunosuke had Kirina’s chauffeur drive himself and Kazumi only as far as the neighbourhood of the laboratory.<br><br>“But sir, the mistress—” the chauffeur began to object.<br><br>“It would look very suspicious for the two of us to suddenly appear at Yekaterina Umehara’s bar being chauffeured in a Bentley, I think. We’ll get a taxi to take us the rest of the way.” The chauffeur nodded, and let them down in front of an empty street a short distance from Ryuunosuke’s drug laboratory. He had Kazumi walk a short distance before they hailed a taxi, which took them the rest of the way. It might have been even more unobtrusive to take the trains the way almost everyone else there probably did, but he didn’t know if Kazumi would be able to handle it. Like Kirina she probably might have never done that before, and he was terrified of taking the trains dressed as he was.<br><br>Club Mystique was a rather large bar by Japanese standards, taking as it did two whole floors of a building, with upper storeys only reachable from the other side. They took a side entrance, where a group of other women waiting for their chance to try to gain employment at the club. A woman, who seemed to be in her middle thirties but still beautiful in the way only older women could be, led them inside the waiting room.<br><br>Other women were called, left, and thirty minutes later she returned, and Ryuunosuke overheard her telling the woman sitting beside him that she was told she’d be contacted later. Soon enough the woman told him he could enter.<br><br>“I would like to enter with my friend here, as we’re a pair act,” he said.<br><br>“Oh? Well, suit yourselves. Right this way then.”<br><br>They were led to a kind of private theatre that had chairs for perhaps a dozen spectators and they stood on a stage, which had BDSM torture equipment that reminded Ryuunosuke disquietingly of Torai’s torture chamber. Only one person sat in the stands. She was perhaps thirty years old or so, and with long, blond hair. “Katya,” the other woman said, “these two call themselves Ryuuko and Kazumi.”<br><br>“I see…” the woman, evidently Yekaterina Umehara herself. She stood up and walked around the two of them appraisingly, nodding. “Not bad I think. Not bad at all.” Ryuunosuke was of course terrified and dared not move, lest his shaking become evident. “Go on, Kaneko, leave us. I believe your set is up next at the main stage.”<br><br>“Yes, Katya,” she said. Bowing, Kaneko excused herself.<br><br>“Now, take off all your clothes. Let’s see how the two of you look underneath all that.” Ryuunosuke obeyed, and soon enough, the tattoos on his back became evident.<br><br>“I am sorry for the subterfuge Umehara-<em>san</em>,” Ryuunosuke said, as her eyes widened in shock at the complex Suzaku Vermilion Bird tattoo on his back, “but I couldn’t find any other way to reach you.”<br><br>“You… You’re that cook of Ishikawa’s,” she said in a mixture of amusement and shock. Ryuunosuke at this point still wore the stuffed bra that Kirina helped him put on, and he still looked fairly androgynous. Suddenly she laughed. “For a moment there you had me fooled, you rascal! Now, what do you want?”<br><br>“I need to see your paper ledger, Umehara-<em>san</em>. I know you still keep it, at Ishikawa’s urging.”<br><br>“Why do you want it?”<br><br>“I think you can guess.”<br><br>“Ah yes. You must have noticed what Takeo has been doing too. Do you really think that you can reach the Old Kumichō Hideyoshi himself? He is the only one who has the clout to be able to censure someone like Takeo.”<br><br>“Let’s just say that I have a way to reach him.”<br><br>“One that I suppose doesn’t require you to dress in that terrifyingly convincing drag costume you’ve got on!” Umehara laughed.<br><br>“I have a more reliable method.”<br><br>“Still, you are asking me to take an awful risk. Do you even know what Takeo is doing with all that money he is skimming from the drug labs he controls?” Ryuunosuke shook his head. “He’s planning a coup. He may be young but he is very ambitious. He does not seem to be very far off along yet but in a few more months he will be able to depose his grandfather and take over the whole Group himself. Won’t have too much of an effect on us low-level operators I think, so I don’t know why you’re bothering.”<br><br>“I want to leave the Group.”<br><br>“I see,” Umehara nodded. “Well, you’ll have to give me something in return as well. I’ll need something for my troubles as well.”<br><br>At this, Ryuunosuke reached into one of the pockets of his skirts, and tossed a bag of blue crystals at Umehara’s feet. “I can show your cooks how to make that. Isn’t as much of it nowadays since Takeo doesn’t see it being as profitable as MPPP, which is another thing only I know how to make properly.”<br><br>“Now that would be a prize indeed,” Umehara said.<br><br>“I’m only trading that to the <em>kumichō</em> for my freedom. But after all this is done yours will be the only cooks in the world who will know how to make Sapphire Ice, which has become something of a brand in the underground.”<br><br>“You make an interesting deal.” She suddenly turned to Kazumi. “And you… Well, I think I’d like to hire you anyway. You have the kind of young, fresh face I feel we need more of around here. Heck, I’d even hire Ryuunosuke if he wasn’t a guy, and maybe even if he was!” She laughed again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 00:19:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;Kazumi smiled, because it was moments like this that showed, perhaps the expensive rehab program her parent’s paid for was working. There was a glimmer of temptation&nbsp; to stay. It would be so easy. Sex, drugs. She wouldn’t have to think, to face the reality of what she had done with her brother.<br><br>But no. She would leave with Ryu. Declining as politely as she could and thanking her for the chance. Though she agreed that if&nbsp; Madam, so wished, she would remain in touch. Addicts relapsed, they always did, somehow she felt that this would be a safe place if she found herself in that situation. The girls here looked cared for enough. “ I believe, my brother had some toys, that you would find pleasant additions to your collection, the swing in particular.” She shivered thinking of her time spent in that thing, perhaps it wouldn’t have been so bad if it was with a man she loved. “I don’t think, myself or my brother will have much use for them.” She smiled but still, kept herself in the background this was Ryu’s show after all.<br><br>As for Kirina, she collided with him the moment she spotted him, and it didn’t matter that he still made a convincing woman, she pulled his lips down to her own and Kazumi grinned. She had a feeling that this child, would be one of many. Though she delighted in the bit of knowledge that even the young father didn’t have yet. After all Kirina had not gone to every appointment on her own.” Well, as much as it may have been entertaining in the past, watching you two,’Ladies’ go at it does not sound like my kind of fun anymore. If you need me.” She excused herself.&nbsp; Wiping the makeup off her face and glancing at her reflection in the mirror.<br><br>A reflection she had not been truly able to look at for some time, now, she was able to chance a short glance. Perhaps in helping her friend, she had also helped herself.<br><br><br>“ I have something for you.” Kirina whispered as she sat astride his lap&nbsp; as he sat up in bed carefully extracting the extensions in his hair one by&nbsp; one.&nbsp; The last removed&nbsp; she set it aside and places the folded photo in his hand. The image, the answer to why she had started to show as quickly as she had. She slid from his lap and&nbsp; turned the dim lights up just enough so he could see, the two shapes, blurry in the black and white frame. Her parents had gone back too&nbsp; the old way of each spending the night in their separate apartments and&nbsp; with their separate lovers. Thus she was able to spend her time with ryuu, alone in her family home. The maids and cook&nbsp; and driver, if they had any objections to his preasence. They said nothing. <br><br>&nbsp;They still had much to do, but for tonight. They could be a family. She sat back down, next to him this time the soft silk of her nightgown&nbsp; riding up on her thighs, hugging each&nbsp; curve of her normally slim frame.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In This Day And Age? ( MissKitty19&amp; Stormwyrm)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormwyrm</strong> on <strong>25-12-2016, 03:41:01</strong>
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				“Very well then. I agree,” Ekaterina said. “Here is how we will do it. Come by again tomorrow night, you two, and your friend Kazumi over here can have my logbook. She can leave. But, you are going to have to stay behind and show my cooks how to do it.”<br><br>This of course made Ryuunosuke extremely uncomfortable. “I don’t think so. I don’t trust you any more than you trust me, and I don’t think you would let me walk alive out of your labs if I went down there, at least not until I told them how to synthesise MPPP as well, and perhaps not even then.”<br><br>Ekaterina laughed. “I see old Ishikawa taught you well. So what is it you propose?”<br><br>“We do this at <em>my laboratory</em>. I’ll meet one of your cooks and bring them there. I will have him perform the Sapphire Ice synthesis process. I presume you have someone who has some actual knowledge of chemistry. When they are satisfied that they can do it, I will bring your cook back to this bar, and then you can give me the logbook.”<br><br>“Yes, of course. Fair enough. But I’m certain that Takeo Suzaku will have your lab wired up like a pinball machine. If anyone unauthorised goes in there he would know.”<br><br>Ryuunosuke shook his head. “He’s a heavy handed idiot when it comes to those things and I very quickly figured out where all of his cameras were and can tamper with the video feed easily enough. It’s the main reason he’s still not able to properly synthesise MPPP. He’s using those cheap cameras that are child’s play to hack.”<br><br>“Fair enough. But if Suzaku catches you conspiring against him in this way, I’m going to deny everything. Your ass will hang.”<br><br>“I can live with that risk.”<br><br>“And Kazumi-san, I thank you for the offer. Do send me any girls you might know who might have been your brother’s toys. I’ll take good care of them. I may be running a brothel here but I make sure the customers treat my girls right.”<br><br><hr><br>Ryuunosuke returned to Kirina’s house via the same circuitous route, taking a taxi back to the neighbourhood of his laboratory, but parted ways with Kazumi there, who called her own chauffeur to pick her up and bring her back to her own house. She would have wanted to give quiet time for the two. Ryuunosuke had Kirina’s chauffeur to bring him back to her.<br><br>When he returned, the two of them spent a quiet moment together as Kirina took out the latest ultrasounds. “Twins?” Ryuunosuke asked, astounded. He embraced her then, and gave her a deep and tender kiss. For that moment, the enormity of what he was trying to accomplish, that of dealing with the underworld and bringing down an ambitious Yakuza boss fled before these new lives that were growing inside this woman he loved with all his heart.<br><br>He kissed her neck, his breath hot against her skin, as he pulled free of the clothing he had been wearing, appearing as though a man emerging from a woman’s shell. “I want you tonight, Kirina…” he whispered. “More than ever…”
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