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"Possibly. He could have raised hell, I still don't understand why he didn't.", Gin answered, his face now facing the floor and his thoughts running rampant. Indeed, was it just because he felt bad for Anzu? No, that couldn't be. A man like him didn't need to feel bad for a whore like her, especially when other whores didn't feel bad for her either. What was worse, Gin couldn't make any sense of it, but he was fairly certain that he'd be able to figure it out once he got home, took a shower and …

This guy was sharp and toying with him was unfavorable - Gin had learned that when he had met Rokuro some odd years ago and his first idea was to steal whatever pills this guy carried around with him, alongside whatever cash he could spare. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately?, he had been caught in the act and his life had went the way it did, simply because it had to. By now, Gin was more grateful than anything, but on the other hand, kind of wished he'd never made the attempt. He'd be free of…

Whatever or not he had taken the opportunity to party was, in the end, up to him. Gin wasn't someone that needed skin-on-skin contact, but by the time Rokuro quite literally banished them elsewhere - it was his way of being nice, in a sense, and maybe racking up a pricey bill - he was already in need of something to relax. Pills weren't Gins forte and his addiction was a thing of the past, even if he had to admit that he sometimes wondered what would happen if he went back; only to be reminded t…

That had just happened, huh? And now, that issue was resolved without further ado, which led to Gin just letting himself sink back into the plush sofa they had sat at earlier and wonder if he'd be permitted to have a smoke if he asked. Better not, even though he looked like he needed it more than anyone, despite the fact that he wasn't the one that was in any real danger at any point. Regardless, Anzu curled up next to him and wailed for a bit, drowned out by the usual commotion of the Yasenyume…

Was he too much of a burden on Rokuro? Gin hardly knew. Couldn't say if he was making this mess worse than it was, but his boss seemingly found his answer in the way that Anzu acted and in the words of both Kosuke and his colleague, who seemed to be sorry for her behavior, if anything. All they did was being reasonable, and Gin knew that, while Anzu was just causing a scene because she figured she'd get away with it, trying to fool her boss of all people was the wrong move. Rokuro wasn't always …

Gin knew this could have been worse, and Gin knew that neither of them would get out unscathed now, but he also took mental note to never recommend a girl to Rokuro ever again. There was a cold shiver that ran down his spine, counteracted by a hot flash of embarrassment that hit him square in the face. What was he to do, if not lament his own idiocy and who would he be, if not a man of his word, if he didn't keep up with the two of them? "Anzu, shut up.", he whispered in a rather aggressive tone…

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…