twenty-one guns [asuka]

[✤AKIRA HORO]

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"Note to self: do not come by here after this trip." Admist the guarded chaos that lurked behind the velvet curtains of each house, people were flooding all over the streets, preparing for the big day when they are going to sell their drugs to unsuspecting people that don't know what they do to your body. Hey, he wasn't the one to talk. He smoked cigarettes everyday, but his body's strong enough to back away the fifteen years shortage of life. He knew that he was going to die sometime soon, so why just enjoy life when there's someone out there, plotting your death? The outside's so innocent; the pretty houses, the men with their expensive clothing, and the people that wore long cloaks thinking that they aren't suspicious. The blonde male has been through this area thousands of times, either going to the koi pond or the headquarters -- he only went there three times in his life, and that was it. He gave information to another member of the Kawazu mafia then they relay it to the higher ups, then so on. He didn't mind that he wasn't going to fight alongside the others. Who would want a person that's younger than you, yet they are stronger? Not in his book, but at least his mind is one of the greatest of all.

Throwing his cigarette onto the sidewalk, he crunched it with his feet, leaving it in it's own solitude as the flame on the bud began to dimish, sending off little partitcles of ash that only the keenest of noses could smell. It was getting to the point where the sun was shining, and people were already filing out of their pretty houses. "Early bird catches the worm..." He quoted in a flat voice, yawning some as he remembered that he didn't get a lot of sleep last night. He took a mental note that he needed to go to bed earlier today and then start his daily routine of doing so. He made sure that no one was going to try and wound him or sell him drugs, because by just walking slowly on the sidewalk gave others a sign that he shouldn't be messed around with. Oh yes, he was the informant for the Kawazu family, so no one wanted to mess around with him, especially what they would experience if they did. Stopping in his tracks, he left his bartender-like clothing become free, the black absorbing the heat while the white reflected it off. He didn't really wear any other suit except for this one, because what's the point when you work at the bar twenty four seven? None.

"Aki-Aki~!" Great, whores were already coming out of their houses, and they know Akira through other Kawazu mafia members that request them only for good sex. He didn't like them at all, but he knew not to judge someone by their cover; they could be some top spy for the government disguised as a whore, but that's very unlikely. The females like him just because of his clothing, his short blonde hair, and that gaze that was always narrowed, making him look like a person that just got beat up and needed revenge badly. Of course, his body was trained through martial arts ever since he was six years old. He believed that you can kill someone even with your own body, not just those lame weapons that everyone needs to use so blood doesn't get on their hands. Ignoring the people that called out to him, he continued to walk further down the street, now passing by the cafe's that also had the same system as the pretty houses: sex behind the sheets. "Go away." He spoke emotionlessly, not turning around to look at one of the whores that was following him this whole time. Huh; he hasn't even heard someone following behind him. He knew that those are the shy types, the people that are social deprived. Good thing that he was exposed to this stuff at a young age.

He pushed his light purpled tinted glasses up his noise, preparing for a huge lecture to himself about why it's a bad idea to come here. "It's a bad idea to come here because you aren't the type of person that walks into a whore house and says, I want good sex please! It's for those people that can't get laid themselves, and they need someone else to help them. This world is not as nice as I thought it was, but it's something that I can relish while we slowly die. Another reason that someone should't come here is because of the drugs here, the type that can infect you and make you die easier. Someone like me, with immense knowledge, shouldn't do drugs like that, but why am I smoking then?" Letting a sigh roll out of his neck, he continued to walk, further away from the whore that just stood there behind him, and he knew in his heart: she was going to remember getting rejected, despite her good looks.

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TAGGED: asuka.
LYRICS: made up by me.
WORDS: 848.
OUTFIT: here. look at the sexy men, but keep your focus on the blonde man, mind you.

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[♦ NATSUME ASUKA]

Ugh. What the fuck was Asuka doing here? She was in the North West; not only was it completely out of the way and in the opposite direction from Mika's in the South East, but it was also "enemy" territory - Kawazu prowling grounds. This was no place for one of Matsumoto Mika's finest and she knew this well enough even as she proceeded to walk through the district. A disgruntled scowl curled her lips as she tried to make her way back out down a road she could recognize. She needed to get back to familiar territory. No, not because she was afraid, but because she knew where she could get a decent drink around the South East. Here, though, everything was more foreign and she didn't like feeling like a fish out of water. In fact, she hated that feeling, and it was obvious her mood was turning more and more sour as she progressed into an area that was, quite obviously, not as it appeared. She hated this. She hated these masks and this false facade. Though she herself often put on an act for her clients, she wasn't fond of it; of hiding behind a smile or a laugh. She wanted to peel apart these layers to find the real grit and grime just beneath the surface. But, as usual, the woman was too lazy and indifferent to make much of a fuss. Honestly, all she wanted was some whiskey and a nap. It didn't seem as though she'd get to have either of those if she kept wandering aimlessly around this district, though. It was only a matter of time until the ginger-blonde got pissed.

She paused, hands on her hips as she tried to gather her bearings. Asuka, what happened to your street-savvy sense of direction? Your natural instincts and resourcefulness? She couldn't remember at the moment. She must have misplaced these crucial pieces of her personality when she got out of bed this morning. Well, she had been at an apartment nearby. A "house call," so to speak. She'd taken a wrong turn and, now, here she was. She blamed the rough evening. Bastard had locked away all the alcohol so she hadn't been able to steal a swig before heading out. Now she was lost, grumpy, and clearly in need of a bar and maybe a backrub. If she could find her way back to Mika's, maybe she'd try and persuade boss to give her one. With those nice, talented hands... No, even thinking about her hot superior wasn't doing it for Asuka right now. She really must've needed a drink bad, then. She crossed her arms along her ample bosom and sighed, not at all in the mood to put this much effort into getting anxious or concerned over her predicament. Sure, a Kawazu gangster could jump out of one of these precious little "cafes" and knife her in the gut, but she really couldn't be bothered caring. Perhaps she should have. But, despite Asuka's intelligence, she was as lazy as ever.

With a slender eyebrow raised as she watched a few working girls rustle past her, the whore took note of an unimpressed voice lacing through the idle chitter-chatter of the area. Her blue eyes caught the man easily enough, seeing as he'd snagged the attention of the young prostitutes eager for his attention. Poor things. They were clearly less experienced. It was almost pathetic to watch. No, wait, it was pathetic. Asuka felt spoiled, to have lived in the company of such accomplished women at Mika's, particularly when she watched these flimsy young females trying to lure their catch into bed with them. They were probably cheap whores, too. Tsk, tsk. What a shame. Some of them did have potential. But Asuka wasn't here to analyze the Kawazu whorehouses. She was here for no reason at all and she needed to find her way back to the South East and soon. This place was really starting to get on her nerves. Where was some vodka to dull her senses? Where was the whiskey to keep her composure? Her jaw clenched slightly in frustration and she was sorely tempted to walk into one of the cafes just for the purpose of demanding a quick pick-me-up. No. She wasn't that desperate. Asuka was never desperate. But, wait... didn't that man look as though he could very well work at a bar with that sort of outfit? Possibly. So maybe he knew where she could get herself some booze? She wasn't desperate, but she might as well ask. It was better than wandering around like an idiot.

Rolling her eyes, unimpressed with her own behavior, she followed after him. She tugged at her black tank-top, fixing it enough because she couldn't be fucked being mistaken for another whore right now. Well, not one these skanks, anyway. She was way out of their league. She hooked some of her fingers through the beltloops in her jeans as she reached out her other hand to grip the man's shoulder in the hopes of getting his attention. She wasn't going to even try being shy or tentative. She was just going to be straightforward, blunt-as-always Asuka. "Hey, bud. Where's the nearest bar? Just point me in the direction and I'm gone." Might as well let it be known that she wasn't here to try and get in his pants. Yeah, no. She may have been a professional whore, but she wasn't on the job right now. Besides, she'd need a few more drinks in her before she even so much as considered getting laid. "I'm not from around here and it's starting to piss me off." She didn't want to sound like she was begging for his assistance, which she certainly wasn't, but she also wanted to just get out of this place. Find a nice, dark pub to lurk in so she could get her bearings and head home. Really, was that so much to ask for?

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tags:[/color] akira.
lyrics:[/color] she had the world - panic! at the disco.
listening to:[/color] closer by NIN.
words:[/color] 1001
notes:[/color] meh. not my best. sorry, june. :/ better posts are sure to come.
credit:[/color] heatherrenee at caution 2.0[/size]