Post by Gubayama Takagi on Mar 27, 2012 13:18:53 GMT -4
Editor's Note: You probably don't know Japanese, so everything will be translated in English. Let's pretend!
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Arriving home from a busy day of errands at stupid o' clock in the morning, Toshi Morikawa tiringly pulls out his key from his suit pants' pocket, unlocks the front door to his surprisingly luxurious Japanese home, but before opening said door, the back of his head is grabbed and forced face-first into the wooden door, resulting in the door swinging fast into the wall and Toshi angrily cussing in pain.
Several inches away from Toshi, who's laying on the floor with both hands protecting his skull from further punishment, is two leather shoes which are occupied by a man sitting in Morikawa's comfy white grano glider recliner. The stranger has turned on a lamp next to him on a glass table in full movie cliché mode.
?:
"I've been expecting you."
The voice is greatly familiar to Morikawa. His mouth goes agape as he rushes to his knees and bows pathetically to the mysterious figure.
Morikawa:
"Mister Hosokawa, forgive me. I thought you allowed me the day off."
Scoffing at the notion,
Hosokawa:
"Whatever gave you that impression?"
With his eyes watering a bit, Morikawa wishes to not answer in fear of whatever consequence he knew would come but did.
Morikawa:
"I called Takagi and he said you nodded at my request?"
Hosokawa:
"I did. That does not mean I allowed it."
Sitting upward onto his knees to meet Hosokawa's eyes,
Morikawa:
"Please, mister Hosokawa, my two month old daughter is in the hospital again. She's ill, and she might not make it."
Not showing an ounce of compassion, Hosokawa retorts nastily.
Hosokawa:
"I allowed you the chance to see your daughter's birth. That does not mean you can have a day off whenever the brat gets sick. Since you have disobeyed your obligation, when the child dies, you are not allowed to attend her funeral."
Tears now flowing down Morikawa's face, he bows once more out of shame.
Morikawa:
"I will do twice the amount of work. Please, do not punish me so severely. The doctors say she may not make it. My wife is--"
Standing to his feet, Hosokawa buttons his sport jacket without emotion while looking at another figure's eyes.
Hosokawa:
"Fine. I will not be so cruel. In the place of that consequence, I will give you two others. The first being you spending the next month locked in the laboratory producing double the amount of enhancers without interaction with the outside world other than the guards assigned to give you meals once a day. The second will be my partner Takagi treating you to a nice makeover."
Knowing what's in store, Morikawa closes his eyes and cringes in anticipation for Takagi's rapid palm strikes to the face. A full minute later, Morikawa lays achingly on the floor covered in blood and sobbing while Takagi wipes the blood off his hand by smearing it against the wall.
Leaving the house together, Takagi and Hosokawa walk like two obvious mobsters to Hosokawa’s car and drive off into the valley where their operation is held. Hosokawa is the brains of the project while Takagi muscles their combined will. Not saying Takagi is unimaginative because a good deal of their income happens due to Takagi’s nonnegotiable approach. Neither are much of the talking type unless it’s worth taking the time to discuss, but during this particular drive, a short conversation is held between the two.
Hosokawa:
“How long will you be in America for again?”
Takagi:
“Four months, possibly.”
With his partner out of the mix, Hosokawa will be running the operation single-handedly from a director aspect. It is sufficient to mention their roster of employees, which consist of forty scientists, thirty semi-intelligible henchmen and five personal gunmen that assassinate those in the know that risk knowledge. And Takagi is fully aware that Hosokawa’s paranoia could lead to his own removal if he hid anything from his partner. Although the same could be said for Hosokawa.
Hosokawa:
“May you find prosperity in the land of hypocrisy.”
Their relationship on a business level has been a great one. Each earn the equivalent of a million pounds sterling per month. Personally however, that is yet to be discovered. The feeling is neither are interested in maintaining a real friendship. Instead, they use their histories with each other to sort of spy on the other. It’s quite sickening, actually.
Takagi:
“May your ventures continue receiving prosperity.”
Tomorrow, Takagi will board an airplane that flies for America. At the airport will be Michael Callahan. Knowing this little information on Takagi, one must wonder what possible affiliation exists between the American Hero and the underground drug lord? Why is Takagi going to America? Particularly, why only four months? These questions will be answered soon but not in the manner you’d anticipate. Rather, it’ll only deepen from here on out. As Takagi himself is unaware of the downward spiral he’s about to endure.
--
Arriving home from a busy day of errands at stupid o' clock in the morning, Toshi Morikawa tiringly pulls out his key from his suit pants' pocket, unlocks the front door to his surprisingly luxurious Japanese home, but before opening said door, the back of his head is grabbed and forced face-first into the wooden door, resulting in the door swinging fast into the wall and Toshi angrily cussing in pain.
Several inches away from Toshi, who's laying on the floor with both hands protecting his skull from further punishment, is two leather shoes which are occupied by a man sitting in Morikawa's comfy white grano glider recliner. The stranger has turned on a lamp next to him on a glass table in full movie cliché mode.
?:
"I've been expecting you."
The voice is greatly familiar to Morikawa. His mouth goes agape as he rushes to his knees and bows pathetically to the mysterious figure.
Morikawa:
"Mister Hosokawa, forgive me. I thought you allowed me the day off."
Scoffing at the notion,
Hosokawa:
"Whatever gave you that impression?"
With his eyes watering a bit, Morikawa wishes to not answer in fear of whatever consequence he knew would come but did.
Morikawa:
"I called Takagi and he said you nodded at my request?"
Hosokawa:
"I did. That does not mean I allowed it."
Sitting upward onto his knees to meet Hosokawa's eyes,
Morikawa:
"Please, mister Hosokawa, my two month old daughter is in the hospital again. She's ill, and she might not make it."
Not showing an ounce of compassion, Hosokawa retorts nastily.
Hosokawa:
"I allowed you the chance to see your daughter's birth. That does not mean you can have a day off whenever the brat gets sick. Since you have disobeyed your obligation, when the child dies, you are not allowed to attend her funeral."
Tears now flowing down Morikawa's face, he bows once more out of shame.
Morikawa:
"I will do twice the amount of work. Please, do not punish me so severely. The doctors say she may not make it. My wife is--"
Standing to his feet, Hosokawa buttons his sport jacket without emotion while looking at another figure's eyes.
Hosokawa:
"Fine. I will not be so cruel. In the place of that consequence, I will give you two others. The first being you spending the next month locked in the laboratory producing double the amount of enhancers without interaction with the outside world other than the guards assigned to give you meals once a day. The second will be my partner Takagi treating you to a nice makeover."
Knowing what's in store, Morikawa closes his eyes and cringes in anticipation for Takagi's rapid palm strikes to the face. A full minute later, Morikawa lays achingly on the floor covered in blood and sobbing while Takagi wipes the blood off his hand by smearing it against the wall.
Leaving the house together, Takagi and Hosokawa walk like two obvious mobsters to Hosokawa’s car and drive off into the valley where their operation is held. Hosokawa is the brains of the project while Takagi muscles their combined will. Not saying Takagi is unimaginative because a good deal of their income happens due to Takagi’s nonnegotiable approach. Neither are much of the talking type unless it’s worth taking the time to discuss, but during this particular drive, a short conversation is held between the two.
Hosokawa:
“How long will you be in America for again?”
Takagi:
“Four months, possibly.”
With his partner out of the mix, Hosokawa will be running the operation single-handedly from a director aspect. It is sufficient to mention their roster of employees, which consist of forty scientists, thirty semi-intelligible henchmen and five personal gunmen that assassinate those in the know that risk knowledge. And Takagi is fully aware that Hosokawa’s paranoia could lead to his own removal if he hid anything from his partner. Although the same could be said for Hosokawa.
Hosokawa:
“May you find prosperity in the land of hypocrisy.”
Their relationship on a business level has been a great one. Each earn the equivalent of a million pounds sterling per month. Personally however, that is yet to be discovered. The feeling is neither are interested in maintaining a real friendship. Instead, they use their histories with each other to sort of spy on the other. It’s quite sickening, actually.
Takagi:
“May your ventures continue receiving prosperity.”
Tomorrow, Takagi will board an airplane that flies for America. At the airport will be Michael Callahan. Knowing this little information on Takagi, one must wonder what possible affiliation exists between the American Hero and the underground drug lord? Why is Takagi going to America? Particularly, why only four months? These questions will be answered soon but not in the manner you’d anticipate. Rather, it’ll only deepen from here on out. As Takagi himself is unaware of the downward spiral he’s about to endure.
