Kitahara Yukari

Hanma had seen her around their base a few times now, her hips swinging as she walked around like she wasn’t surrounded by a bunch of dangerous criminals who wouldn’t jump at the opportunities she wafted. Either brain-damaged or severely gagging for it with those huge tits almost spilling out of the low-cut tops she wore, her extensive ink-work on display and her nipple piercings bevelling the fabric over her chest, she was asking for trouble. Begging for someone to do something, a lot of his gang-mates weren’t shy of saying.

He watched her, of course, he did; they all did but nobody but Kisaki had any idea of her true role there - He wasn’t even sure Izana knew of her purpose. She certainly wasn’t banging his leader by the expression she wore when he talked to her, that pointed look she showed when she towered over him by at least half a head even in flat boots. Hanma had almost given up on playing the guessing games when the other Executives brought up the purpose of the woman’s presence when she made for the exit with a high-brand leather duffel bag in her grasp, Kokonoi following in tow with a fed-up huff.

Lounging on the rounded couch, the space the Executives used for congregating before meetings, his forearms over the back of the sofa, Rindou’s head almost unscrewed when it twisted to watch the crease of the woman’s ass cheeks in her painted on pleather pants, the waft of her perfume causing him to shift when his own felt as if they were shrinking. “Damn, if Kisaki isn’t banging her, I’m gonna have a go.”

Grimacing at the squirming, Akashi grunted as he lay a playing card down on top of Ran’s, “you better not be getting a boner in a room full of guys.”

Still in the same construed position, Rindou slid his eyes to the older man, a sneer on his lips. “Like you wouldn’t bend her over.”

“Who said she’d let you?”

Noticing the man who’d kept his usual motor-mouth shut, Sanzu quirked his brow in suspicion. “What say you, Hanma?”

A small smile tugged at the corner of Ran’s lips, more for the dejected expression of loss Akashi was wearing than anything else. Rolling his neck to relieve the tension which had been building over the last few days, the older Haitani posed a challenge, “first one to hit it gets a grand?”
 
Twisting, the younger Haitani pulled a frown, “that’s if Kokonoi isn’t already riding her like a show-pony as we speak.”

“That fucker doesn’t count; he has enough money already.”

“He didn’t seem to be thrilled to be accompanying her, either.”

Sanzu’s head craned back as he popped two pills into his mouth, swallowing them without so much as a drink from experience. “Ya think he’s inta the shaft?”

“Well, instead of sulking, he could have asked to swap with me.”

Coming around the corner and catching the end of the conversation, Kisaki spoke without looking up from his phone. He spent his precious time assigning jobs, he didn’t need any bird-brains fucking up his plans - if he knew who would try tweaking tasks, he could keep an eye out for the idiot. “Could have swapped what?”

“Who’s the chick? She’s ‘round more often lately.” Rindou asked, his hand reaching out to refill the glasses on the table. “You hitting it?”

Looking up, appalled by the question, the man in charge of logistics pushed his glasses up his nose. “Certainly not. And neither will any of you if you have any sense; she’s doing some jobs for us.” Taking the crystal tumbler Rindou had just filled, Kisaki took two sips and placed it back down on the table. “Try to keep your hands to yourself.”

“Che, stingy.”

Sanzu’s trapezius muscle twitched, his head cocked with an open-mouth grin, “then what about just the end; bitches love the tip.”

Kakuchou’s face scrunched as if he’d been zapped. “No - No they don’t.”

“Shut up, Kaku-”

This was why Kisaki never socialized with the Executives; it was like sitting around a table with the hyena’s from The Lion King - if those hyena’s happened to drink way too much, took drugs and talked explicit nonsense pretty much their every waking hour. “-Speaking of her, you’ll be chaperoning her on Saturday-”

“-me?!” Rindou cut the bespectacled man off before he could finish only to get a sharp look. Kisaki turned to look at his right-hand man. “Hanma. Make sure you keep an eye on her and don’t let her run her mouth again; we narrowly avoided an incident last week. 7pm, you’ll meet her here so don’t dilly.” Without saying another word, he answered the phone beginning to buzz in his palm and turned away as he dealt with actual business.

Lighting the end of his cigarette, Hanma smirked as he exhaled a bloom of smoke, his eyes twinkling in the low lighting at the glares he was receiving. “Looks like that grand is mine.”

Watching Kakuchou shuffle the deck, Ran hummed in a way that could only be considered goading. “Your master just told you not to touch her.”

“Heh~ he never said anything about her touching me though ♡”

“You’re not gonna do it.” Sanzu rocked himself up onto his feet and stretched his arms behind his head, his voice trickling into a yawn as he began to walk away. “You won’t disobey four-eyes.”

“We’ll see.”

Becoming ratty, Rindou downed his drink and bit at the air between him and the man across from him. “You need to have proof, you lanky shit-head. Don’t come to me saying you got laid and expecting me to pay up off your good word because you don’t have a damn single one.”

 

[Saturday - 18:40]

One of the double doors of the almost empty nightclub creaked open and those already sitting around the dim space turned their heads to see who had arrived. Unlike the ripped jeans or leather pants and boots she was seen to dress in, the woman wore a mini dress, her curves stretching the seams, her bust and ass barely covered by the satin. Skyscraper heels made her easily six foot and her long hair was pinned to one side in soft curls, amber lighting making her tattoos appear to have a halation effect over them.

“Holy shit,” Kakuchou choked his drink back into his glass when his eyes landed on the buxom figure barely contained in the satin dress.

A man stood beside her at the bar, his hand on the small of her back but only for a split second before she shooed the unwanted limb away. “Please don’t touch me.” In no time at all, his fingers were attempting to grab at her again. She swatted at him and moved further down the bar but he was persistent in his pursuit. “If you put your hands on me again, you’re going to regret it.” He did put his hands on her. And he did regret it when her hand smacked against the back of his head, thrusting his face into the counter. The man crumpled to the floor, holding his face.

“You stuck up bitch!” He staggered to his feet, his torso lurching in threat when he felt a prick at his sternum.

Nothing behind her stare, her voice husky and even, she held a butterfly knife just below the centre of his ribcage. “Try it and I will gut you like a fucking pig, you cunt.”

Leaning to get a decent view of the bar area from their positions in the booth only they used, those of the Executives present watched the scene.

“That’s hot.”

“Don’t be so impressed by that,” Kokonoi spoke and went back to looking at his phone. “Last week she nearly fucked up an alliance when Suzuki said he’d only pay the fee we went to collect if she got down on her knees right then and there…”

“Did she?”

“No, she put him through a window and took the cash right off his desk. Then we left.”

Kakuchou hummed into his glass, his eyes still on the scene in wait to see if it would escalate. “How come she’s started doing jobs like that when there are plenty of mooks to do it?”

Wiping the evidence from his nostril, Sanzu cracked his neck from side to side with more force than was neccessary, his sniffling obnoxious even above the music playing at a tepid volume. “More importantly, why is it usually with you?”

Not even bothering to look up from his phone, Kokonoi grunted with a barely visible sneer, “because I can control how I look at women and she can turn her back to me without the thought she’s gonna get raped, probably.”

Sitting up sharply, Ran sniffled at the tingle he was now sharing with the pink-haired man beside him. “That’s just rude.”

Corners of his lips taut, Sanzu cackled at the explanation which was intended to be a dig at his rotten character. “Pa-pahahaha! Koko, you got friend-zoned without even being friends!”

“Shut the fuck up, Sanzu.” Kokonoi snipped, his eyes narrowed even further than usual if that was possible. It only made the pink-haired man laugh harder, the Haitani’s joining in on the joke.

Glancing over to where the woman was stood, Kakuchou spoke what was on his mind, “she’s here earlier than she should be.”

“Maybe she’s anxious for her date.”

“Call her over.”

“You call her over.”

“No, you.”

The conversation stopped abruptly and Kokonoi felt eyes on him. He knew exactly what was happening right now and he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of even looking up. If he paid them no mind, they’d eventually get the hint and give up. Or so he thought until Sanzu swapped his seat for the spot beside him, his shoulder nudging into him like an impetuous child.

“You call her, Koko.”

“What happened to all that confidence about bedding her when you can’t even speak to her? You scared she’ll snub you?”

“I’m not scared of anything.”

Fingers tapping at the screen of his phone, Kokonoi grit his teeth when he shoved the slightly younger male away from him, the drinks on the large glass table clattering in Sanzu’s flail onto his other side. “I’m not getting up,” he said, his eyes on the woman’s back, waiting for her to check her phone. When she turned around, her eyes scanning the dimly lit lounge area in search, he held his hand up and wagged it, gesturing for her to come over.

Mouth agape, the younger Haitani frowned, “you have her number?”

“Yes, we need to contact each other for work.”

“Yeah-fuckin’-right. Work, my ass.”

Stood at the opening of the plush velvet sofas, the female caught the back end of the snip. “Hehhh, ‘work your ass’; that’s a brave statement to say in front of so many depraved people.”

Head jilting at the raspy timbre, Sanzu looked the woman over, crystalline irises scanning every inch - and there were a lot of inches - not once, but twice. Expression slackening, he patted the couch beside him. “Come sit with us, darlin’.”

“Tempting offer, but I have a job to do as soon as my chaperone turns up.”

“It won’t take a moment.”

Fixing the strap of her purse onto her shoulder, she shifted from one foot to the other, a look of disinterest on her made-up face, “I guessed as much.”

“E-eh?”

Line of sight landing on the man stuck between the pink-haired junkie and the Boss’s right-hand man, she sipped her drink, licking the excess off her lower glossed lip. “Did you need something, Koko?”

“They wanted to meet you,” he threw the others under the bus without a second thought, his line of sight analysing the behaviour of his fellow executives.

“I guess I haven’t introduced myself.” Hands poised neatly over her lower stomach, the woman inclined her head just enough to make sure her breasts wouldn’t spill out of the front of her dress and onto the glass she was holding. “I’m Kitahara Yukari, it’s good to finally make your acquaintance. Please guide me well.”

Clicking his tongue off his teeth for the facetious behaviour he was becoming familiar with, Kokonoi scowled. “Don’t word it so ambiguously.”

“What are you, her big brother?”

“She’s older than me.”

Tilting his chin up, Ran hummed, “eh~ no way. What year were you born, Yuka Chan?”

“Kitahara.” Taking a brave chug of the lethal alcohol measure, the woman answered, “and April ‘89.”

“What’s this now~” Shadowing the woman from behind, Hanma cooed over her shoulder. Smirk on his lips, his gaze grazed the tattoos spreading from her back and over her right shoulder, the fine-lined floral ink-work spreading from behind her ear and over that rack, disappearing to who knew where.

Craning her head back to see the man standing a little too close, Kitahara’s brows furrowed. “You’re late.”

Smirk stretching his lips, Hanma pointed to his non-existent watch. “I’m on time. It’s exactly seven.”

She wasn’t having any of his nonsense. He was the type you’d allow an inch and he’d run a mile. Or ride…on that ugly-ass creature she’d seen him on; and she wasn’t even talking about some of the girls he’d been seen with. “Early is on-time - ‘on time’ is late. Please don’t make me wait again.”

Putting his face closer to hers close enough to feel her body heat without actually touching her, he was expecting her to step on her back-foot, or at least wince. However, she kept his gaze without a change in expression, her musky oriental perfume tickling his nose and provoking him. “But you looked like you were having such a good time.”

“I wanted a drink before we set off,” she told, tapping a long black stiletto nail against the crystal tumbler in her left hand.

Pinching the corners of his lips, he straightened up with a feigned pout. “Well, you’ve had it now, so let’s go before Kisaki catches us loitering.”

“Speak for yourself. I don’t loiter.”

Lecherous gaze travelling over shapely thighs, delicate filigree peeking past the snug hem, Hanma didn’t even make an effort not to stare. “Are you even going to be able to get your leg over my bike in such a daring dress?”

“Bike?” she almost spat at the thought, “I’m not riding on a bike with you even if I was in pants.” Finishing her drink in three gulps, she jutted her head to the door of the main exit. “We’ll take my car.”

“A woman with means; jus’ my type ♡” He slung his arm over her shoulder and the other Executives waited - hoped - for a replay of what had happened when she had arrived.

“That’s unfortunate for you. Please don’t touch me.” Swatting the hand lulling around her neck, Kitahara turned her attention to the men in front of her. “Again, it was good to meet you. Good night.” Inclining her head again in farewell, she turned her back on the group and made for the door, her round, child-bearing hips swaying to give a show before placing her glass on the edge of the bar with a nod of appreciation to the man who had served her.

Watching the woman leave, Hanma glanced back to his colleagues, that devious, shit-eating grin twisting his features, “don’t wait up~” Spring in his usually heavy-footed step, the Shinigami flounced out of the door with his hands behind his head.

Rindou gnashed at the air, the music beginning to get louder as the establishment started to fill up for the night. “I really hate that prick. If he does manage to screw her, I hope she gives him The Clap and his dick falls off.”

“That’s not how that works…” Kakuchou was at the point where he was beginning to think even interacting with these morons would lower his IQ.

Leaning back in his seat, Sanzu chewed his jaw, the newest round of drugs kicking in. “Not what I was expecting.”

“Yeah, well, she did infer you finished quickly...” Kokonoi wanted to go home.

Crystalline irises shook, Sanzu’s heart worked overtime, “that should be a compliment.”

“On a scale of Friday to Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas, how high are you right now? No women want a two-pump-chump for a partner.”

Sanzu’s head almost came off when he flopped around to speak to Rindou. “Shut the fuck up, brother number two. You didn’t even say a word to her.”

Kakuchou looked to who seemed to be the only sane man - and for Kokonoi to be considered sane - well, that was just really fucking sad. “For such a pretty face and demure aura despite how she looks, it seems like she has an intentionally sharp tongue.”

“You have no idea the kinds of things that come out of her mouth with such a placid expression.” Kokonoi exhaled a long sigh as if some of his life-force was snatched away with his breath. “The boss has given Kisaki the go-ahead to bring in anyone he sees fit to get work done. It just so happens that Kisaki seems to find her an asset.”

Waving his arm at the bar staff, Ran gestured for them to bring over refills. “I’m sure he does. I bet he’s waiting to get his dick wet.”

“How much do you reckon her wage is at least double ours just ‘cause she’s got a slit he’s after?”

“She gets a small cut, plus commission just like the rest of us.”

“Commission for suckin’ coc-”

“Don’t be so crude, Sanzu.”

“What’s she actually doing, Koko?”

“Hm, she’s going to the Orchid House.”

“Told ya, whorin’-”

“She’s playing poker, you idiot,” Kokonoi said.

“If the boss wanted money from Tanaka, he could have just sent a bunch of guys over,” Kakuchou mused, unsure of why a woman was being sent with a single guard when Bonten was in the habit of just taking what they wanted regardless of who it was from.

The money-maker quirked his brow. He really wasn’t privy to whatever went through Kisaki’s head, but he had to give it to the man that he knew how to get what he wanted. “It’s about making a point without coming across as breaking alliances.”

“Is she any good?”

“Do you think Kisaki would push to send her over anyone else if he thought she wasn’t capable of winning? That guy isn’t in the habit of losing.”

Ran looked to the side to inspect the collection of pills in Sanzu’s palm; they might have well have been a pick’n’mix. “Then why bother sending Hanma with her? Surely he’d only end up causing trouble. ‘Prick’s always looking for a scrap.”

“That’s rich, coming from you.”

“It’s not like she could go by herself. If-when-she wins, do you think Tanaka’s men are just gonna hand over the money?” Dealing with the last bit of the night’s business on his phone, the white-haired man shrugged his left shoulder. “Word hasn’t got out yet that she’s working exclusively for us, so it seems impartial if someone who isn’t a member of a gang wins.”

Rindou’s nose crinkled at the way the other men’s minds worked. “D’ya know, I hate guys like you and Kisaki. You’re always so sly and conniving, looking for a way to twist the system.”

“And you can thank us for that, or else you wouldn’t be paid so well.”

Eyes on the pink-haired man beside him, Ran grimaced at the intake of pills he was popping into his mouth; the guy really was like a kid on Halloween. “But you said that she’s fiery. Sending someone like Hanma along with her is like pouring fuel on the fire.”

“That’s not my problem as long as she wins.”

“But it will be if shit hits the fan because you oversee the accountants. Whatcha gonna do if you have to fork out for damages - or compensation for the shit they caused?”

Head jerking, Kokonoi was on the verge of snarling. “Don’t jinx it, tomorrow is the first day I’ve had off in over a month. I don’t want to have to deal with anything, anything tomorrow besides what I’m going to eat for my meals.”

“The money-man actually has human needs? I thought you were bionic.” Downing two shooters in a row, Sanzu hummed in a sing-song tone, “shit, I should, like, ask when your birthday is or something.”

Irked by the pink-haired man on the daily, Kokonoi merely scowled and stood up. “Whatever gift you were planning to get me I could buy myself a dozen times over.”

Wafting his hand by his face as if waving away bad vibes, Sanzu cooed, “oh, no, I’d never buy you anything. But we give birthday smacks in this house.”

“Fuck off, you waster.”

“He-heh-heh, I made him mad~”

Kakuchou huffed out a long sigh, his energy zapped just by being around his fellow Executives. “You have that skill, Sanzu.”

Updated: 20th September 2021 - 20:03