"Ah, you make it hard to go when you kiss me like that." Sasha teased as he returned Sayuri's pecks with several soft kisses of his own. He reluctantly pulled himself away, still smiling, and got up from the floor. "I better get down there to do our dishes then." He began towards the door, pausing to look over his shoulder at Sayuri with a playfully pointed look. "Not too long, you promised." _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
After Sasha exited, Sayuri took a moment to bask contentedly on the futon. She rolled around in the blanket and giggled to herself and sighed deeply. It was hard to feel worried about being a yakuza fugitive right now, her problems felt so far away. But she didn’t delay much longer, knowing she had made a promise to be quick. She put back on her uniform from yesterday, doing her best to pull the top down and secure it well with a belt to keep from revealing her lower back tattoo by mistake. She finger combed her hair roughly since she didn’t have a brush, and pulled her hair up into tightly wound buns, and tucked her overgrown bangs behind her ears.
Down stairs Botan was saying something indecipherable to Sasha, it was unclear if it was a lecture, and instruction or a well placed compliment. He was waving a cleaning rag around when there was a call from the front of house. A nondescript greeting, weather it was formal or casual was unclear, but regardless Botan snapped to attention and scurried out of the kitchen quickly. The investors had arrived.
Sasha was unsure if Botan was giving him a lecture, instruction, or a well placed compliment before the call interrupted him. What he did know, however, was how quickly Botan's demeanor changed after. Sasha would ask for a translation from Sayuri later, he would apologize or accept the compliment then, but for the moment, he settled for following after Botan as he hurriedly left the room and followed him out to the front of house, presumably to meet with the investors he'd spoke about the day before. Sasha straightened his back to appear more formal, prepared for a deep bow for Botan's business guests. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
When Botan and Sasha rounded the corner from the hall and entered the foyer, they were met by several men who looked exactly like who they were; yakuza. They met the stereotype, with gelled hair, black sunglasses and tattoos. There were a couple of men who were wearing black suits, but it appeared the ones in more casual dress were in charge as they led the troupe, the suits flanking their sides. Botan bowed deeply, proudly exclaiming an overly zealous greeting. He immediately reached to try and push Sasha’s head down into an equally deep bow; this was a difficult feat since Sasha was so much taller than Botan, but he made an effort to anyways. Botan had told Sayuri, who expressed to Sasha, how important this investor meeting was, it would make or break Botan’s livelihood, his dream.
About now Sayuri was skipping down the stairs and passing through the hallway to greet the investors with Botan and Sasha. She had heard Botan greeting them from the hall and wanted to hurry and be helpful however she could, but as she no sooner stepped out of the hall, she immediately retracted back from where she came. More than immediately recognizing the investors as yakuza, she literally knew those guys specifically. They weren’t apart of her sect specifically. But they were a part of a sister faction, while they didn’t have identifying marks outside of their branding, Sayuri recognized them by their numbers. They were three brothers, originally four; quadruplets. When their fourth brother died, the three never parted. Each brother made up a third of the position and shared the responsibilities. Sayuri remembered Joe and Mio going to the funeral service when the fourth brother died; it was a big deal at the time.
She managed to retreat without notice, but she was not sure what to do about Sasha who was already out there. Whether or not they would recognize her if they saw her, a big ass white guy sticks out like a sore thumb.
Sasha had, admittedly, not known much about Japanese culture before coming to Kobe for the arms negotiation, but he could tell with a quick glance with the way Botan's "investors" carried themselves and their overall look that these men were more than just your typical salarymen. They were almost for certain yakuza. His back automatically went rod-straight until Botan grasped him by the back of his head and forced him into a deep bow. He hoped that none of the men had gotten a good look at him. Of course, it was unlikely that all the yakuza was looking for him and Sayuri, but with all the rotten luck he and Sayuri were having they would recognize him.
He couldn't see Sayuri, but he could smell that she was nearby. He wanted to look up and see if she saw these men and if she didn't, he wanted to warn her somehow if he could, but he also didn't want to draw any more attention to himself or her if he could avoid it. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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