Kurohoshi Agency
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Disclaimer: I do not own Slam Dunk.
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Chapter 2
Sendoh smiled at the bargirl languidly, causing her to blush and batter her eyelashes. He was, well, too much aware of his own charm, and of course, use it to his full advantage.
"Hi Pretty," He winked, "A glass of Tequila please,"
Mitsui rolled his eyes, "For goodness' sake Sendoh…"
"Work, yes, I know," Sendoh smiled at his exasperated acquaintance, "But try not to look too serious, it arouses suspicion."
Mitsui nodded, "Okay, so let's have 'fun' tonight."
The bargirl came with the bottle, still fluttering her mascara-laden eyelashes at the two handsome men before her, "Any drink for you, sir?" She asked Mitsui, bending over the bar top, 'accidentally' showing some cleavage.
"Eh, Pepsi Cola please," He leaned over to Sendoh, "Do not get drunk,"
"Hai, don't worry,"
They looked around and realized that the place was more like a low-budget disco than a supposedly high-class lounge bar. Colored lights flashed irregularly, bathing the dance pool in a flurry of colors, along with the pulsating, sweaty bodies of dancing people. The shrill voice of some pop singer came through the system.
Mitsui took a sip from the glass, "Tasteless music," He grunted.
"What do you expect? Classics?" Sendoh laughed, turning back to the bargirl, who was still trying to get their attention by speaking a little too loudly to another girl, her eyes kept slipping in their direction.
The moment Sendoh turned, she flipped her curly locks of hair, which were obviously permed, and leaned over to him, "Anything I can do for you, sir?" She inquired in a husky voice, hoping to sound sexy enough.
Smirking in disgust within, Sendoh flashed his trademark smile, "Oh, yeah, you know, have you seen…eh, what is her name again? Jennie, right?" He turned to Mitsui, who nodded curtly. "Ah yes, Jennie," He smiled. The bargirl seemed a little annoyed, and her voice turned slightly sharper, "Well, Jennie, she was killed yesterday, haven't you heard?"
"Was she?" Sendoh pretended to look appalled, "What a pity…"
The bargirl shrugged, refilling Sendoh's glass of Tequila, "She's the top money-grabber here, that bitch,"
"Why, you sound jealous," He smiled seductively, leaning closer to her and touched her heavily powdered cheeks with a finger, "Are you?"
"N…no," She pouted, "Just that…she's so pretentious and…"
Like you aren't, both men thought.
"…she caused two men to fight over her, you see, and ditched them both after she clinched the backing of Iwago, leaving us to clear up the mess," The bargirl gritted her teeth.
"Oh…" Mitsui looked intrigued, "Who is Iwago? And when did that happen?"
"Iwago? You mean you don't know who he was? He's the head of the local gang. Why, it happened only a week ago…" The girl's eyes widened, "Shit, I shouldn't have told you all these, if you would excuse me…" She retreated and left to attend to another customer.
"We've some information," Mitsui nodded at Sendoh, "Let's go."
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He swung around in the armchair, taking in a deep breath of cigar smoke, "So, you've finished her off?"
"Hai, and sent the note too."
"Good, so you did everything I told you to do."
The man in the shadows bowed a little, "Yes, sir, and the money…"
"Of course, the money, come here…" His voice dropped, as he reached under the desk.
"Goodbye."
The click of the trigger.
The shocked gasp of a man.
The thud of a dead body hitting the ground.
"Take him away." He ordered.
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"Shit, you guys come over here," Mitsui yelled, "The police sent word."
A note was delivered to the police station via anonymous post, written in blood.
"Dear boss, you wouldn't catch me just yet…I'm down on certain types of women and I won't stop ripping them until I do get buckled. Grand job, the first one. I gave the woman no time to squeal. Don't you just love the powder that I sliced off her pretty cheeks? I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear from me, with my funny little game. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a beer bottle after my job, to write with, but it went thick like glue. I used an ancient quill instead, not too bad effects, you can probably see. Ha! Ha! Oh yeah, maybe I'll send you a souvenir the next time, an ear or a finger perhaps, just for jolly."
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