Amethyst, Tiger's Eye & Jade [NOT FOR PUBLIC!]

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Kojinsei Ono, 15 1/2 (Image (c) respective owner)
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Takiyama Aikawa, 36 (Image (c) respective owner)
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The walls were decorated with expensive paintings and dark red wood, but even rich walls echo coldly. Kojinsei walked with his back straight, shoulders slumped and hands in the pockets of his tailored suit pants. He was dressed completely in black with white pinstripes, spare the white button-up shirt with a high collar under his vest, and the white skull holding his tie tight at his throat. Bright green eyes were hidden under hooded eyelids and his full lips were turned down in a permanently dour expression. His hair matched his clothing, but inverted-- it was all a pure snow white, with just a hint of black at the roots where it was growing in, and it reached halfway down his spine, swaying back and forth behind him with every confident step.

Today there were no bodyguards; this was a peace mission after all, and one doesn't enter his enemy's campsite with gun-toting hit men when one is trying to forge some sort of alliance. At the end of the hall he stopped, reaching out and turning the heavy brass knob on the door before him, pulling it back and entering the room. His green eyes looked over every face that turned to see who was interrupting this meeting, and Koji glowered at them all before casting his jade gaze upon the man at the head of the table.

Takiyama Aikawa: Mafia Don, Head in New York.

Koji's jaw tightened and he tilted his head slightly to the side, cracking his neck to relieve a little tension. "I was under the impression that 'We will meet at noon in my office' meant just that, Aikawa. Yet here I find you in a meeting with another Don instead and it is nearly one in the afternoon. Would it not have been better to just spit in my face?" the boy with white hair asked in a voice that was far too polite and calm.


Turning his head to the side he smiled brightly at the young Don; black hair tinted with white fell in front of his eyes, the back brushing against the white collar of his shirt. Turning towards Kojinsei he put his hands behind his back before reaching out to shake the other Don's hand. The green tie offset the manila suit jacket as he wished the man a good day. Amber eyes beamed with joy as he looked down at the new Don.

Stepping towards Kojinsei he held out his hand politely. "Yes well when you didn't show up at noon and my men tell me there was no activity from your jet I couldn't simply just wait. Don Otaki is an old friend and he's in town. It would have been rude for me not to wish him my best. Besides he's not here for business his daughter is getting married. I was wishing him luck and getting the time for the wedding. Please do come in have a seat we have much to discuss."


Bristling, Koji didn't accept the hand at all, but his smile remained even though it didn't reach his eyes. "Oh I was here by noon," he said sweetly. "I just had a little bit of trouble because somebody was shooting at my plane and then my car. Gee, you wouldn't happen to know who it was or why they were shooting at me by any chance, would you?" His smile melted into a cold frown. Takiyama had tried to have Koji assassinated dozens of times now, and Koji had tried to do the same to Takiyama, but neither had succeeded in these last few months since Koji had come to power.

"This is a poor fucking way to start a treaty you motherfucking son of a bitch," Koji snapped in perfect English, having practiced that line the whole way here. He was still learning his way around this new language and it was a pain in the ass-- Takiyama spoke Japanese perfectly and by all rights they should have both been speaking it but this was America and here you did things their way or you got nowhere. He ignored Otaki completely-- who the fuck needed to address the worst Don in history?-- and stood his ground before Takiyama. "I come here all the way from Japan and either your men were the ones trying to kill me or you put out absolutely no security because it was my crew alone that defended me and took out the snipers-- which one was it Takiyama, malevolence or stupidity!"


"Actually it was neither; my men were there they just had orders not to assist unless it was absolutely necessary to help you. I would not have let you die Don Ono. In fact most of my men were after the Russians main base; most of their men were sent to the airport to kill you. I thought it prudent to destroy the Russians and see how tough you truly were. I would expect nothing less of you to do the same if I were to come to Japan."

He changed his tongue to Japanese to appease the Yakuza Don some. "Don't forget I was the one who sent the peace treaty. I was the one who said it was to your choosing where we met. You chose to meet here in New York and not in Japan. Now are you going to discuss business with me or not." He stood firmly looking straight into the jade green eyes. Something about them seemed familiar but he couldn't place it. Something about the anger and dominance in them; but under it was pain; anger and a fight waiting to happen. He had to be careful; one single word could throw everything out the window.


"At this point," Koji said slowly and angrily, "I would not like to discuss anyth--" He turned suddenly and yanked one of the guns out of his holsters behind his vest, aiming, arming and firing the weapon in one liquid movement.

Otaki slumped forward, the empty crater in the back of his head dripping with the pulp of gray matter and skull fragments as blood pooled under his face and began to drip onto the carpet. In his lifeless hand was a pistol, but the man had only managed to pull back the safety and aim before the Yakuza Don had reacted. Koji snarled and turned the gun on Takiyama, aiming right between the man's eyes just as he'd hit right between Otaki's. "Do you think this is some sort of fucking joke?!" he barked in Japanese, his voice filled with far too much hatred for one fifteen year old boy. "First the airport now that stupid son of a bitch tries to take me out right in front of you and you don't bat an eyelash! I have it in my mind to send you to the next world you putrid pile of vomit!" His hand did not shake on the trigger and no part of him trembled; he knew guns inside and out, he knew how to use them and he was not afraid to in the least. Kojinsei Ono had killed today, had killed before and would kill again without batting an eyelash.

He tightened his jaw again and prepared to fire when he heard gunshots from elsewhere in the house. Turning his head ever so slightly but not taking his eyes off his nemesis, he listened and saw out of the corner of his eye as some of Takiyama's guards ran down the hall and continued firing at some unknown assailants. Interesting; seemed the man really was telling the truth about being attacked and at war right now. "I'll kill you in a moment," he growled, reaching into his vest and pulling out another gun.

Making a move, Koji lifted both weapons and fired as the door was kicked all the way open and Russians rushed the office. Men went down as though the instant they entered the room all life left their bodies, each one with a clean hole between the eyes. Koji worked his way out of the room and into the hall as an explosion went off downstairs and rocked the building. If this place went, Koji went with it, and he didn't really feel like going out this way. He took out men left and right and his expression remained dour but uncaring as he stole life after life without even having to think about it.


Takiyama followed Kojinsei out the door with his own two 9mm's in hand. When he hit the hall he went the opposite way of the Yakuza Don. Backing up his own men in the hallway killing man after man. It didn't matter to him as long as his men and Kojinsei weren't killed. Takiyama knew his men if needed they would make both men escape through the underground passage.

Takiyama was getting slower and he knew it. One he'd been hit by the first bullet his men argued with him. By the third they were shielding him without his consent. They were making their way to the front steps where it seemed most of the commotion started. They'd cleared two of the three passages that lead to the main doors, and he was damned sure Kojinsei had cleared the third.


Sweeping room after room, Koji cleared them one at a time. He moved down the hallway as he heard the gunfire behind him moving further away as well; Takiyama was sweeping one side and Koji the other, so be it. He pursed his lips and moved faster, breaking into a run as he felt a bullet graze his cheek and the hot sting of blood trickling along his jaw. Three, two, one... no bullets left. He paused and slammed his back against the wall as he reloaded, dropping the empty magazines to the floor and sliding in the new ones. He coughed but didn't cry out as he felt a bullet slam into his shoulder, dodging too slowly and angry with himself for missing one of the men in the room across the hall.

He panted as he raised his guns once more and fired at the one that had managed to hit him, then got back on his feet, rushing down the hall and taking out the men that had been stupid enough to come out during the momentary silence in hopes that they'd taken out the Don. A low growl began to sound in Koji's throat though it wasn't audible over the gunfire. He winced as he felt a second bullet rip through his waist, and he fell to one knee, closing his left eye and shuddering but refusing to lower his weapons. Seeing that their target was faltering, the men poured out of all rooms on the floor, and fired.

Koji cried out; he forced himself back on his knees even as two more bullets tore through his body and yet his arms wouldn't go down. He fired again and again and again and ran towards the men, shocking them into pausing their fire for just a moment, but it was a moment too much. Koji broke the lines and took out one of the last men blocking his path, then ran through them and ducked into the next room, now empty because they'd all abandoned their posts to flood him. He used the room for cover and took out the rest of the men, and his ears rang loudly when there was silence.

Dropping the magazines once more, he took the opportunity to reload once more even though the magazines weren't done because he didn't know when he would get the chance again, then pushed himself out of the room with a soft groan, shuddering as his body begged to give in. Only one arm would rise this time, but once it was up it stayed there as he moved down the stairs. It seemed that the men had all tried to rush him in the hall while he was alone; there was nobody here.

Limping down the stairs, he made it down three before pausing and seeing somebody move at the bottom. Takiyama's men moved to the base of the stairs and in the middle of them was Takiyama himself, looking worse for wear. Koji watched in what felt like slow motion as one of the men turned suddenly to face Takiyama, and raised his weapon at his own boss. Koji moved at the same time; his one open eye focusing as he moved his own arm and clenched his teeth. Fire or don't fire? That question ran through his mind in an instant and he made the decision immediately. The gun went off, splattering blood and bone and brains all over the Mafia Don as his Judas bodyguard's head exploded before him.

Koji didn't actually see the man's head explode; after his gun went off and his arm bucked back from the kick of his weapon, he began to lean forward slowly as his eye closed and his body relaxed. His arm lowered as he continued to lean forward, until it was apparent to anybody watching that he was actually falling. He dropped his gun and tumbled down the stairs heavily, breaking his wrist on the way down and landing with a dull thud at the feet of the remaining living bodyguards, unmoving.

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