Sept 17, 2019 19:19:35 GMT
Post by Sonnet Matsuda on Sept 17, 2019 19:19:35 GMT
In the end everything collides
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Sonnet was not sulking.
She did not want to be here. That would have been evident to anyone that glanced in her direction. Trailing behind her boss, the aura she gave off almost repelled anyone that came to close to her. It wasn't her expression entirely, though that wasn't what you could call approachable. No, it was the way she walked, the cross of her arms and the downwards tilt of her head.
But she definitely was not sulking.
Really, Sonnet had better things to do than be here. With her territory expanding she was now in control of one of the larger areas of Yakuza influence in New York. She had more dealers, more gambling parlours, more shops to run protection rackets on. She was being pushed to accept responsibilities in the less distasteful sides of the Yamaguchi-Gumi's business in NYC. Yet Kenshin had dragged her along to act as a babysitter for some stupid model.
She hadn't even bothered checking who it was, all she knew was that the company she was with wanted to build connections in NYC, and the legitimate front of their business happened to be a company with a lot of influence here on the East coast. Sonnet was not built for legitimate business. She wasn't exactly built for a life of crime either, at five foot two she was far from imposing, with her petite frame putting people more in mind of a child than a dangerous metahuman. The scar on her neck was almost always visible, and it didn't exactly fit the stereotype of a professional business woman. To anyone that had experience it was clear that she wasn't, although at least her tattoos were mostly concealed.
Kenshin did look the part however. He was, in a word, grey. Grey hair, grey suit, grey skin, and somehow, a grey voice. You couldn't have created a man more suited for the business world than Kenshin. Which was part of what made him such a terrifying man to be an Oyabun. He looked at things so clinically, with a mind solely focused on the risk and the profit.
He paused, obviously having found the person he was looking for, then turned to introduce his glowering subordinate.
"Allow me to introduce Sonnet Matsuda, she will be accompanying you this week."
She did not want to be here. That would have been evident to anyone that glanced in her direction. Trailing behind her boss, the aura she gave off almost repelled anyone that came to close to her. It wasn't her expression entirely, though that wasn't what you could call approachable. No, it was the way she walked, the cross of her arms and the downwards tilt of her head.
But she definitely was not sulking.
Really, Sonnet had better things to do than be here. With her territory expanding she was now in control of one of the larger areas of Yakuza influence in New York. She had more dealers, more gambling parlours, more shops to run protection rackets on. She was being pushed to accept responsibilities in the less distasteful sides of the Yamaguchi-Gumi's business in NYC. Yet Kenshin had dragged her along to act as a babysitter for some stupid model.
She hadn't even bothered checking who it was, all she knew was that the company she was with wanted to build connections in NYC, and the legitimate front of their business happened to be a company with a lot of influence here on the East coast. Sonnet was not built for legitimate business. She wasn't exactly built for a life of crime either, at five foot two she was far from imposing, with her petite frame putting people more in mind of a child than a dangerous metahuman. The scar on her neck was almost always visible, and it didn't exactly fit the stereotype of a professional business woman. To anyone that had experience it was clear that she wasn't, although at least her tattoos were mostly concealed.
Kenshin did look the part however. He was, in a word, grey. Grey hair, grey suit, grey skin, and somehow, a grey voice. You couldn't have created a man more suited for the business world than Kenshin. Which was part of what made him such a terrifying man to be an Oyabun. He looked at things so clinically, with a mind solely focused on the risk and the profit.
He paused, obviously having found the person he was looking for, then turned to introduce his glowering subordinate.
"Allow me to introduce Sonnet Matsuda, she will be accompanying you this week."
My childhood spat back out the monster that you see
