Tsuna instinctively senses the air in the room instantly shifts from light and friendly to solemn and seriousness after Reborn issues a stern warning about the Ricotta Familigia.
He tilted his fedora forward to cover his eyes as he addressed the Juudaime in a grave tone, "Prostitution is one of the oldest jobs in the book but profiting off of the misery of human beings, that is why Human Trafficking is frowned upon…even in the Mafia world."
"It makes me sick to my stomach to even know that we recognize them in the Mafia world, even though the Committee is well aware of their secret dealings. Sure we have to exterminate a few bleak and occasionally bright spots from the world through assassination, but it's one of the cardinal principles of being in the Mafia. We, as members of the Family, live and die for the Familigia that we have sworn the utmost loyalty to serve until our last breath." Reborn conveys his disdain for the Ricotta Familigia without so much as a rise in his tone.
'A man who knows how to express himself without a single flash of emotion on his face or in his tone. That ability is what makes Reborn-san the greatest hitman ever.' Tsuna inwardly surmises about the man that presently sits in front of him.
He releases a quiet sigh and readjusts his tie and leans back into the chair still with his brim over his eyes.
"I look forward to see how you'll deal with the Ricotta Familigia in the near future." The Sun flame welder whispers in a mysterious fashion.
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Katsumi deeply sighed since he was on his way back to the Geisha house in order to cover Yui's rounds since he suddenly became depressed.
'All because he's upset that Miura, Haru is on a date.' He mentally grips with a shake of his head at how emotional his boss can be about a woman that does not even care for him.
At first, he never really liked the fact that his first test to prove his loyalty was to watch over the boss son as a babysitter plus deal with their infamous Geisha house.
The blonde inwardly recalled how he had adamantly protested against the idea of Human Trafficking, "Anyone who takes the lives of others in servitude deserve to dwell in the lowest pits of hell and suffer for all eternity."
Apparently, that was all the head boss of the Ricotta family needed to hear before being swiftly sworn into the family.
He simply shakes his head to get rid of the old memory as he grabs the clipboard at the front door and enters inside of the building.
The Geisha House was exactly that, it resembled the old fashioned two-storied buildings back when being a Geisha was profoundly prominent entertainment. It was a simple cube shape wooden building with darker brown shingles and an open doorway with a red frame.
There was nothing openly lavish or flamboyant about the outside that is until you entered through the front door and then splashes of colors brightly greeted you.
The bottom floor was exclusively sectioned off for patrons that paid a rather hefty entrance fee to rent a room. The only people that were allowed to enter on the second floor were the boss, Yui, the madam and himself.
His sights eventually check the clock that was on the far end of the hallway when his eyes read the time and inwardly assumes, 'It's almost opening time.'
The blonde leisurely turns the corner in order to climb the flight of steps that connects the first floor to the second floor.
He was immediately greeted by feminine voices once his head peaks through the opening, "Welcome Katsumi-san,"
The young man did not have to utter a single command word as the women knowingly proceed to form a line for inspection, which leads him to deem, 'Just like clockwork every time.'
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Haru gently taps her face while she tenderly flinches and hisses from the pain of the scratches that were currently on her face.
Her mind had reverted back to a few minutes ago, when the brute of a guard had forcefully pinned her to the asphalt.
She was more embarrassed at the fact that it openly occurred in front of Kyoko and even the arrogant silver haired male only known by Gokudera.
"What the hell is your damn problem? That's a woman." Hayato shockingly shouts after he removes the man from over the brunette.
Kyoko instantly ran over to the brunette as she nervously asked, "Are you alright, Haru-chan?"
The woman merely groans from the sudden impact of her body against the ground and rolls over on to her back.
"Haru's fine…see no scratches." Haru claims while she points at her face, which has visible marks on her face.
She nervously peers over to Hayato and pleads, "Can you let him go? Haru is the one to blame."
The two watch as the woman stands to her feet, dusts herself off, bows at the waist and recites, "Haru would like to thank you for this date."
The brunette was quickly shuffled toward a vehicle when she thought she overheard Kyoko's voice, probably about to protest against the inappropriate behavior.
'Yui is going to kill you.' She inwardly deems after she eyes the man, who currently sits in the driver seat.
Her mind eventually recalled an incident a year or two ago where she and a fellow girl was unintentionally harmed by a drunken patron. The man mysteriously disappeared a few days after the incident before his body was finally found in a nearby river by a local news station.
Ever since then, Haru knew that the Ricotta Famgila were extremely dangerous people and not ones to be taken lightly at all.
The brunette releases a deep sigh while she gently taps the marks and wonders if they would leave a permanent scar.
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Hayato noted that Kyoko had been abnormally quiet ever since her unpredictable encounter with the brunette and her guard at the park.
He too had felt something similar to what the orange haired woman presently felt at the moment, sheer and utter disgust.
'I hate families like those.' The green eyed man inwardly snaps while his vision narrows in on the road in front of him.
The silver haired male 'tsk' at the lack of respect that the Ricotta Familga showed toward women, regardless of if they were stupid or not.
His hands tightly clenched the wheel of the vehicle before he remembered a similar encounter from his past.
"It's best not to dwell on things that you can't change." Hayato unknowingly recites aloud once they stop at the red traffic light.
Kyoko cuts her eyes away from what was in front of them and utters, "I can't help but to think about what she has to endure on a daily basis."
Hayato could clearly envision the hell that Miura, Haru had to live through on a day-to-day basis based on the hue of the bruises that he could visibly see with his own eyes.
'Even the eyes of those quickly approaching death…are a bit easier to accept than those who are slowly dying while living.'
"There is nothing that we can do about it." He sternly stated as he decided to remain focus on the task at hand.
Kyoko frantically twiddles her thumbs in her lap before she utters, "Even still…isn't there something that we can do?"
Hayato releases a deep sigh, briefly leans his back against his driver's seat, and proclaims, "I know you are concerned for her safety but it is out of our hands, Kyoko-san."
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Yui politely knocks on a set of wooden double doors, waits for a few seconds for the door to open, and enters inside of his father's study room.
It was a fairly modest quarter compared to the exquisite interior of the Geisha House, which one would think should be decorated in reversed. Yet his father felt it best communicated that he was a practical and an orderly man or at least that was what he thought his father honestly believed about himself.
In his eyes, his father had wealth, status and connections, which were the three most critical things to have if you ever want to survive in the dangerous world of the Mafia.
It was something that he secretly envied and sought after for himself.
'One day…I'll sit in that seat for myself.' The silver haired male inwardly declared a silent oath after he approached the desk.
"Good afternoon father," He made sure that he remained cordial and courtesy even if anger seeped from every pore on his body.
The older man removes a pair of glasses from his face, places the sheet and eyeware on the table, and faces his son.
"I take it that you heard the news about, Miura, Haru." He purposely spoke up with his eyes glue on to his son in order to read his facial expression and body language.
'The bastard knew about this and didn't even bother to tell me!' Yui angrily snaps at his father in his mind but instead he inquiries to him, "Who gave permission for Spring to go out on a date?"
His father heartedly chuckles at the expression on his face before he provides an answer, "I gave an executive order to the Madam, which she acted accordingly. Katsumi transported her to and from the given location."
"You allowed Katsumi totransport her?" He irritably quips at the fact that Katsumi was on transport for the date instead of him.
"Yes, because he's more suited for the position. You currently have a conflict of interest in your heart." His father comments while he narrows his sights in on his son.
Yui unknowingly quirks an eyebrow at his father's comment, which prompts him to question, "What do you mean by a conflict of interest in my heart father?"
The older man deeply sighs as he straightens his posture before he casually addresses his son, "When a young man finds a particular, or should I say a specific woman that catches his eye, his brain has this awful knack to closely hone in on just that one woman and her actions whether subtle or visibly."
"At first the sensation is a bit uncontrollable, especially if he is unaware of how others view him. However, over time he will learn how to control those sudden impulses or he will soon find himself on the back burner." He threatens his child with a smile present on his face.
'Bastard…'