Original Character Interview.
by artisanrox
CHAPTER 3. ARROGANCE.
Bankotsu began fiddling with the ties on his gloves. The first interviewee has been escorted out of the building, and Bankotsu hoped the next girl would prove suitable for the role of leading lady.
"So who's next, Renkotsu?"
After tearing his eyes from the front door, through which the woman Nanashi had previously been escorted, Renkotsu turned over the paper in his handsand studied it. "The next interviewee's name is...Taka."
Bankotsu leaned back against the wall, clasping his fingers together and lazily putting them up behind his head. "Huh! Strong name. Sounds like she'd be a pretty cool girl!"
Soon there was another knock at the door, and Kyoukotsu again got up and opened it.
Standing in the doorway there was a beautiful, regally tall woman. Her feet covered in black slippers, she glided across the floor, her jet black kimono barely moving. She had milky white skin, and an intense expression on her face, which was below her elaborately, traditionally done-up hair. She seemed to bring grey smoke in with her, and the whole room was filled with an intensely powerful aura. She was obviously some sort of witch or part-demoness.
"Hey! Have a seat and enjoy yourse-" Bankotsu strted to say gallantly.
"Silence!" said the tall woman, cutting him off immediately. She began moving, almost floating, through the two lines of men. She stopped and stood in front of Bankotsu, looking down at him from very far up. "I, Taka, am here for an interview with the one known as...Bankotsu. Tell me, my little young man, where am I to find this...Bankotsu?"
Thoroughly miffed at her words, but gritting his teeth, Bankotsu told her he was the one she was looking for. He quickly got over it as he was so used to "short" and "young" jokes by now. He found that they usually rolled right off, and being underestimated usually worked in his favor, anyway.
"You?" said Taka arrogantly. She threw her head back and laughed loudly, and it strangely sounded like those cheesy laughs villains make. "You and this gathering of fools are who I, Taka, am supposed to deal with in making this silly work called Wayward Ransom?" she said, practically spitting out the words.
Bankotsu's usually laid-back, collected smirk all of a sudden turned into daggers. He got up off the floor, stood right in the darkly dressed woman's face and glared up at her. She towered over him. "You've insulted my men..." he whispered, gritting his teeth and making fists with his hands. He didn't care if he himself were insulted, but anyone even thinking of insulting any of his men would pay dearly.
Jakotsu, seeing that his oo-aniki's buttons had just been pushed in exactly the wrong way, got up and walked to where Bankotsu stood. He grabbed a hold of one arm and Renkotsu took the other arm. Bankotsu struggled lightly in their grasp, mostly to make a point. Everyone knew all six of the men together couldn't hold him down if he really wanted to go after her.
Renkotsu looked at the woman and politically said, "I think we have a conflict of interests here. I advise you that continuing to stay with us is not in your best judgement." Especially if you value your life! he thought.
Taka made a motion with her hands, and with a whiff of smoke, began disappearing from the feet up. While she transported, she looked at Renkotsu. "You speak wisely. You are who I spoke to earlier, and it was because of you I decided to make my presence known here. I, Taka, have made a mistake in thinking that great art would be made here! I, Taka, will remove myself from this fool-ridden place!" she said as her head vanished.
Bankotsu broke himself away from Renkotsu's and Jakotsu's grips. "Oo-aniki? Are you all right?" Jakotsu delicately said. Now that Taka was completely gone, Jakotsu returned to his spot beside the still very annoyed Suikotsu on the floor.
Still glaring at where Taka stood, Bankotsu said, "No, Jakotsu, I'm not. I'm not alright with anyone who insults you guys." He took a big breath in and out, and a semi-calmness returned. His brow still furrowed, he sat back down and turned towards Renkotsu. He asked him who the next interviewee would be, trying to keep his hopes up.
"Her name is Rini," said Renkotsu simply. "She should be here at any moment."