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This was getting ridiculous. Gin wasn't even sure what they were hunting for and as much as he wanted to trust both Anzu and Kosuke, he'd already picked a side. Would it be the wrong one, he'd be out of luck and fucked over, yet, he'd have to admit that, regardless of it all, he was still picking his own answers, just because of the evidence he received. There was little to no knowledge over when or why their commotion would attract their respective partners for the night or incite something tha…

Gin felt his skin itch with every breath as he was caught up in this scene, an altercation that he could have avoided and yet, it was too late for that. As soon as a different voice rang true, he knew he was fucked, but Gin was staring daggers at the man regardless - his expression didn't soften, not even once his gaze lay upon Kosuke, even as he found himself to be somewhat relieved. This guy was here, he had his back, and those two were over there, couldn't hear them and paid them no mind. How…

His thoughts were running rampant. Gin had idea after idea that fostered nothing but confusion in his mind and overall, he couldn't even say if the things that he had done up until now amounted to anything. As much as he tried and as desperately as he urged himself to, there was no way in hell that he'd manage any of this for any reasonable amount of time - Kosuke couldn't step in and he couldn't help him, meanwhile, raising Rokuros awareness to the situation was less than ideal as well and he w…

What now? Gin climbed through the Yasenyumei and finally saw Rokuro and the two other lovebirds come into view again. Anzu drew his immediate ire upon herself with a short glance at him; the redhead scowled at her, like a cat reprimanding its kitten, and he took note of her silly behavior. Next time, the guest would be his client, even if Rokuro might insist on something else - frankly, Rokuro might not even take him if these things kept happening and Gin did not want to lose that position. No s…

This had taken a turn for the worst. Sure, Anzu seemed trustworthy on the surface but why on earth would she steal from someone like that? No customer had ever reported her for anything, she had a clean bill of health and of manners, something that Rokuro would care about, and while Rika had been a handful for causing a scene over who exactly touched her where that one time - and definitely wasn't welcome back in this establishment when she threw a drink at one of the poor goons - Anzu was playi…

Gin wasn't above anything like that. Of course he knew that someone had to pay for that mistake, that sometimes, things had to happen, one way or the other, and he was one of the instigators for a moment of violence. That poor girl would probably get more than a stern talking to, or lose her life at worst, and yet, he was sure that a beating wouldn't be something that the waitress didn't see coming when she signed up or rather wound up working for the yakuza, in one of their finest establishment…

This was mundane to say the least. Not only had Gin to be expected to be hit with strong booze, he'd also figured they'd get to the touchy-feely part of this practice much sooner, because omeone was waving blue pills around or just couldn't keep it in their pants. However, for whatever reason, nothing of that sort happened, not at all. Every second that passed reminded him that maybe, this was just a business talk and maybe, they weren't whores for the night, but just escorts that were supposed …

Whenever he was out and about with Rokuro, he wished himself to be the only one - but Gin knew that wasn't how the world worked and he also was aware that no matter how much charme he exuded, he'd never convince those who didn't want to interact with him in that way to actually spend time with him, to give it a try. That was, what someone like Anzu was for, who seemed to take interest in the man that had allowed himself to speak to Rokuro and seemed to be on the verge of striking up a deal with …

Gin didn't even have to ask Rokuro; after all these years, someone like him had a certain skillset that proved useful, but even then, he still sought after someones approval, decided that he needed to be praised for most of what he did and that he wasn't complete without it. In the end, it surprised no one that he snickered at the compliment he received and as he sat down, he couldn't help but smile in Rokuros direction - he knew how to handle him, was aware what he liked and what he hated, but …

"You're too gentle to me.", Gin giggled. Rokuro always was, lest he was in a good mood, but he could be different - not that he ever showed him that side, though, Gin knew that something was up, in a way. This jig of his didn't fool everyone and other coworkers had told him large tales of Rokuro, of who he truly was and yet, he was smitten by a man that probably could undermine all the smiles he wore and all the words he spoke with actions of his own. Wasn't it sickening to know how well-loved h…

"It always is. I don't get to see you everyday, after all.", he reiterated both his admiration and his words and their meaning - Gin was a man of his word, at the very least half the time, and while Rokuro was good at talking and tearing into him with nothing but words, Gin was equally as capable of a skill like that, if only with his customers and not the man that made him who he was. To Gin, Rokuro had always been someone that was like a flash of light, someone indescribably beautiful yet hars…

Gin already started to miss Kosuke, the moment he stepped out of his apartment - maybe not in the literal sense of the word, but alas, he was still thinking to himself and how he'd have rather neglected his job for a day than to go back there and just lead superficial talks half the time. Sure, he was doing his best and tried his utmost, but had that ever been enough? He couldn't say. Frankly, Gin wasn't even sure if he could help himself, given the usual circumstances. Once he had arrived, he s…

If Kosuke said so, he wouldn't interfere. Whatever this man decided on, he wouldn't deny him that speck of truth; Gin couldn't argue either way; after all, he was merely doing his best to impress a man that could give less of a fuck about him, but ... that wasn't what all of this wound up being about, no? "Don't yakuza have something like that? I might be wrong, but I think I heard something about, uh, what was it? Like ... ugh. Forget it, I said nothing! But you do have rules you need to follow…

"It seems to be a sore topic for you, or am I wrong?", he wondered aloud. Maybe it was and Gin was just acting like an idiot because he figured he did something wrong, something that he should have never attempted in the first place. Either he was on the wrong track and just made a clown of himself by being caring in front of a fullblown yakuza, or - something that seemed much more likely - he was just trying a bit too hard to actually impress. Could he fault Kosuke for wanting him to dial his s…

Gin furrowed his brows in confusion. He knew that there were less fortunate souls out there, that they always had been there and that he, of all people, wasn't someone that was in any position to judge them for what they did to make ends meet; he'd become one of them, at least in a way, and right about now, he should have realized that he still lived in relative luxury, at least compared to Kosuke, whom he seemed to bombard with questions and inquiries that the poor man had to spell out for him,…

Sobald Nayantai seine Stimme gefunden hatte, redeten die beiden unaufhaltsam miteinander. Es schien weder wichtig, ein konkretes Thema zu finden, noch schien es einen Grund für ihre Entscheidungen zu geben; zumindest damals, als sie Tierlaute nachahmten und versuchten, sich mit Händen und Füßen zu verständigen, weil sie die fremden Sprachen nicht verstehen konnten - mittlerweile war das Schnee von gestern, lange schon, und sie unterhielten sich beinahe wie alte Freunde, die einander ein Leben la…

"Das ist schon Schnee von gestern.", verneinte er kopfschüttelnd, mit einer Prise Lächeln auf seinen Lippen. Sein Auge war hinüber, daran konnten sie beide nun nichts mehr ändern, aber insofern er Rain sehen konnte, ja, wusste, wo er war, so würde ihm nichts passieren, darauf würde Nayantai Gift nehmen. Das war eigentlich auch gar nicht so schlimm - er hätte vollkommen erblinden können, dann würden sie es nie so weit geschafft haben, er war sich sicher. Also, wieso weinten sie ein bisschen versc…

"Irgendwie, und dann auch noch fast in einem Stück.", bejahte Nayantai die Aussage. Sie beide waren nicht in der besten Verfassung gewesen, das gab er zu, aber einschneidende Blessuren blieben größtenteils aus, sah man eben von einem fehlendem Auge, einem kaputten Fuß und ein paar verheilten Peitschenhieben ab, die Rains Rücken vermutlich immer begleiten würden. Dünne Narben, deren Erwähnung es gar nicht wert war, und doch ließen sie die Wut in Nayantai aufkochen, die ihn eigentlich verlassen ha…

"Ja, das habe ich schon bemerkt!", beschwerte Nayantai sich gespielt bei seinem Ehemann. Liebe hin oder her, Nayantai wusste beim besten Willen nicht, womit er es verdient hatte, jemanden wie Rain zu treffen - und gleichermaßen konnte er nicht sagen, dass er es scheute, an seiner Seite zu sein. Das Lamm hatte Ideen, die ihm niemals in den Sinn gekommen wären; das Lamm brachte ihn aus seiner abgehärteten Haut heraus, die er sonst nicht verlassen konnte, weil er sich wohlig weich in ihr fühlte, we…

Hi, ihr wurdet jetzt ja wirklich gequält - dementsprechend gibt's jetzt etwas zum Aufatmen. Wenn ihr nicht gerade im Forum unterwegs seid, keinen Manga verschlingt oder einfach nur lebt, wo tummelt ihr euch dann herum? Genau. Auf irgendwelchen Fanfic-Seiten, nachdem ihr vor 2 Stunden ins Bett wolltet, weil die 350k Wörter Slowburn mit Major Character Death-Fic euch angesprochen hat. Wer braucht auch schon Schlaf. (Ich. Ich bin alt.) Für die genüsslichen Gute-Nacht-Geschichten gibt's aber haufenw…