Little Shadow
Chapter 7: Down to Business
Seki Akihiro couldn't have planned it better if he'd tried. The frigid little bitch had waltzed straight into the spider's web and the spider was as hungry for her as she was for food.
He never thought he would see her again. Not after she left the slums to play pretty princess for that noble ponce. The best of it was she had no memory of him. She had no memory of anything. Yes… This could all be very profitable for him. He'd get everything he wanted. Wealth. Power. Influence. And Kuchiki would get his little pet back. After he'd had his fun, of course.
Grabbing hold of the nearest wench somewhat harder than necessary, he dragged her away from the feasting for which he had no appetite. No. It was time to get the bitch right where he wanted her.
Once the pair had reached the rickety stairs at the back of the joint, he finally turned to see which whore he'd snagged. Ahh. Manami. 'Affectionate beauty'. Affectionate was certainly one word for her giggling compliance. Stupidity, he called it. Still, young and supple as she was, he could make good use of her. But good grief was she irritating when she didn't have something to keep her mouth occupied. And he was in no mood for her eager hands as they wandered across his chest, trailing down. Twisting her arm sharply, she gasped in pain as he shoved her to the dusty landing and raised a hand to her face.
Good. They were always prettier when they cried, when they were afraid of him. It showed they knew their place in the world: at his feet, ready to lick the shit off them after a long day's work.
"Shut up, you stupid little slut," catching a fistful of her dull, slightly greasy locks, he pulled her upright and hurried her into a pitiful excuse for a room (not that it needed to be anything more. Half the customers never left the barroom, and who needed luxury for a five-minute fuck with a cheap, sloppy whore?). "Now keep your mouth shut and stay in there until I come back. If you're lucky, you'll get a new friend to keep you company."
Smirking to himself, he knew that no one downstairs would question his disappearance, and Manami would never tell. She might be stupid, but she didn't have a death-wish.
He continued his way into the storage room where Hisana had managed to slip through into her little hiding place, all the while pondering whether he should start by reminding her that she abandoned her own flesh and blood all those years ago, or should he inform her that he knew where she and those little brats were living? After all, it was only polite to offer her the protection she and her little playmates deserved. There were so many nasty, violent people around these days who would do anything to get their hands on such pretty little children.
He would know. He had business with most of them.