Hey..sorry this chpt. Ain't really long, Hopefully I'll be able to make the chpts. long (if that's what you all wish..) I don't own Kenshin (And if I did..there would be alotta changes..!)
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"Do you have it ready?"
"Yes."
"Good, send it as soon as you can, the money is already under your name."
"Yes. A pleasure doing business with you."
"Ditto. I await the company of my product."
"Of course."
His fingers slid the ebony phone back into it's place on the charger. The faint squeak of his chair rotating echoed through out the room, ceasing when it reached the darkest south eastern corner. He sat and waited for the presence of a soon to be victim of his. That's just how he was and just how he preferred it.
Takeda Kanryuu was a man of few words and each word that was spoken had a depth full meaning. He carried out his promises and threats, on the date that he himself suggested. He was a true business man, never one to bargain and never one to be bargained with. He never lent an ounce of trust and nor did he expect anyone to trust him. He was, after all, the best in the black dealing associations.
His eyes shifted, eyeing the quiet shadow entering the room. "Ah, dearest Matsua, what brings me the pleasure?" "Do not taunt me with your falseness, for I am not of your subjects." The raspy voice replied. Kijiroji Matsua was the lost soul of varies reincarnations, never one to really die, and never one to live.
The sudden tone of Matsua's voice had made Kanryuu's interest peak from it usual invisible barrier. "Explain to me then, what importance that you require my presence for." Kanryuu said as he shifted his eyes back towards the small window. "The festival of the damned." Kanryuu rose his eyebrow in annoyance.
"You bothered me, to tell me of this?" "Do not tone me with that voice, for I am your only key out of Hell." They sat in silence for a moment, filling their ears with the slightest noises from outside. "Under the rule of Shishio is not what you wish." Matsua stated plainly.
Kanryuu thought for a moment before leaning back into the leather of his chair. "Do you disagree with my accusations?" Kanryuu let his eyes slide open slowly and gazed slightly at the shadowed form of Matsua from the corner of his eyes. Kanryuu turned his head towards Matsua as a reply.
Matsua nodded and swiftly disappeared into the shadows while Kanryuu left his sight where the nearly invisible Kijiroji Matsua had once stood. "Kijiroji Matsua of the Okibajorbi Henshin." Kanryuu muttered with the slightest grin. He shifted his eyes towards his slick, black oak desk and towards the only colorful object in the room.
He turned his chair in front of the desk to give the silver frame his full attention. His cold black eyes outlined the brightly highlighted picture that stood out with the greatest recognition. His eyes passed the picture's captive woman's every curve, from lips to hips. Pale cream skin, small ruby painted lips, long locks of raven feathers, and body of an Egyptian queen.
"Takani Megumi, shall our reunion be as delightful as our first night together." Kanryuu said as he lifted the picture up as if to toast it. He smirked lustfully at the picture and then placed it back on his desk. Soon enough, would he be returning to the realm of the living, very soon.
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Yeah yeah..ain't long..and because I'll hopefully have chpt. 2 up tomorrow (which will be a real chpt.!) I would like some comments (good or bad) but they won't be need til after chpt. 2 is up. Well r and r, buh byez!
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"Do you have it ready?"
"Yes."
"Good, send it as soon as you can, the money is already under your name."
"Yes. A pleasure doing business with you."
"Ditto. I await the company of my product."
"Of course."
His fingers slid the ebony phone back into it's place on the charger. The faint squeak of his chair rotating echoed through out the room, ceasing when it reached the darkest south eastern corner. He sat and waited for the presence of a soon to be victim of his. That's just how he was and just how he preferred it.
Takeda Kanryuu was a man of few words and each word that was spoken had a depth full meaning. He carried out his promises and threats, on the date that he himself suggested. He was a true business man, never one to bargain and never one to be bargained with. He never lent an ounce of trust and nor did he expect anyone to trust him. He was, after all, the best in the black dealing associations.
His eyes shifted, eyeing the quiet shadow entering the room. "Ah, dearest Matsua, what brings me the pleasure?" "Do not taunt me with your falseness, for I am not of your subjects." The raspy voice replied. Kijiroji Matsua was the lost soul of varies reincarnations, never one to really die, and never one to live.
The sudden tone of Matsua's voice had made Kanryuu's interest peak from it usual invisible barrier. "Explain to me then, what importance that you require my presence for." Kanryuu said as he shifted his eyes back towards the small window. "The festival of the damned." Kanryuu rose his eyebrow in annoyance.
"You bothered me, to tell me of this?" "Do not tone me with that voice, for I am your only key out of Hell." They sat in silence for a moment, filling their ears with the slightest noises from outside. "Under the rule of Shishio is not what you wish." Matsua stated plainly.
Kanryuu thought for a moment before leaning back into the leather of his chair. "Do you disagree with my accusations?" Kanryuu let his eyes slide open slowly and gazed slightly at the shadowed form of Matsua from the corner of his eyes. Kanryuu turned his head towards Matsua as a reply.
Matsua nodded and swiftly disappeared into the shadows while Kanryuu left his sight where the nearly invisible Kijiroji Matsua had once stood. "Kijiroji Matsua of the Okibajorbi Henshin." Kanryuu muttered with the slightest grin. He shifted his eyes towards his slick, black oak desk and towards the only colorful object in the room.
He turned his chair in front of the desk to give the silver frame his full attention. His cold black eyes outlined the brightly highlighted picture that stood out with the greatest recognition. His eyes passed the picture's captive woman's every curve, from lips to hips. Pale cream skin, small ruby painted lips, long locks of raven feathers, and body of an Egyptian queen.
"Takani Megumi, shall our reunion be as delightful as our first night together." Kanryuu said as he lifted the picture up as if to toast it. He smirked lustfully at the picture and then placed it back on his desk. Soon enough, would he be returning to the realm of the living, very soon.
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Yeah yeah..ain't long..and because I'll hopefully have chpt. 2 up tomorrow (which will be a real chpt.!) I would like some comments (good or bad) but they won't be need til after chpt. 2 is up. Well r and r, buh byez!