Upon entering, Miho was greeted with what looked to be a sort of reception area first. Nothing fancy, just a simple room with a counter to the side and a waiting area on the other. Continuing on, she entered the place properly.
It had a unique layout. The level she was on was actually raised by a few feet, acting as a sort of overlook of the main floor. Walking down the steps, she could see that the place was fairly well-kept, with little structural damage to the actual walls and building itself.
To the left of her was a circular stairwell that went up to the ceiling. Miho looked up and saw that the stairs led to a sort of large loft room up above, or rather what she perceived to be as a loft room because there was actually no window into that section, it just looked like a spiral staircase into the ceiling.
The right found its way into three doors. One, far left, led to the basement if the sign on it saying 'basement' meant anything. The next door was actually a cage door, surrounding the staircase up into an overlooking balcony. The last door she opened to find…
"Oh ho ho, now this is my jam," Tony came up, grinning and laughing as he peeked inside. Miho was too shocked looking at the sight to talk to Tony.
The room was…well it was…unique to say the lea-oh who am I kidding it was a sex dungeon.
Let's start off with the walls, which was a dommie's dream collection. Jam-packed from floor to ceiling, Miho could see vibrators, ball gags, copious amounts of toys that she didn't know why they were wanted (Who needed that much spikes?), and rows upon rows of other miscellaneous objects of pleasure she only saw in hen-totally not any sort of porn website (She made a mental note to clear her search history once more when she got back home).
On the back wall sat one of those stereotypical 'love beds', red velvet comforter, heart-shaped bed, cheesy innuendos sewn into the pillows. The blanket on the bed also held different images depicting various positions and other innuendos for the bedroom.
And in the middle sat several mechanical contraptions whose descriptions and purposes are too lewd even for me to describe, so we shall swiftly move on from that.
"Oh sweet Rommel…" Miho gagged, quickly stepping out of the room.
"Huh, wonder why the last guy left," Tony said, looking around the place. "This looks like a solid place, apart from said room behind us."
"The last inhabitant was a wanted man from South Korea," came a voice from overhead. "At least, that is what the rumors hold." Miho and Tony looked up to find a lady dressed in a crisp navy blue suit, with straight jet black hair flowing down past her shoulders, holding a clipboard and a realtors booklet in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. "But, at the end of the day, the bank doesn't care, and neither do I."
"Ah, you are the realtor, I am assuming?" Tony asked, coming forward to meet the realtor as she came down the stairs. When they met on the floor, they shook hands. "My name is Tony."
"A pleasure, Mr. Tony," The realtor spoke in kind, then noticed Miho behind him. "And you are…?"
"A-ah, my name is-" whatever Miho was about to say, she was stopped when the realtor took a step back, in shock. "I'm sorry?"
Rather than say anything, the realtor took quick steps to come up to Miho and pulled down the hoodie that obscured her face. "Miho?!" The realtor asked in shock.
"How do you know my…" Miho had trailed off. Looking up, she now saw her first clear look at the realtor's face. "GRANDMA?!"
Shaho Nishizumi was an enigma, for certain. When she had been the official head of the Nishizumi Style, she was even more closeted and reserved than Miho's mother was. After Miho's mother had inherited the title of Head of the Style at 25, Shaho had dropped out of the limelight entirely.
Never in her life had Miho met her grandmother, only seeing pictures of her from the few family photo albums her family owned. But those few pictures were enough to give her a definitive answer as to who the lady standing in front of her was.
Before Miho could say anything, however, Shaho had immediately spun around, dropping her stuff and grabbing Tony by the lapels of his jacket, and slamming him against the wall. "What are you doing with my granddaughter, you bastard?!" Shaho swore in rage.
"Ho-hold on *ow* j-just one *argh* minute!" Tony swore out angrily as he flailed against the grip of the elder Nishizumi, who for being well over 50, was still fairly strong. "Le-lemme explain oww my chest!"
"Grandma! Let him go!" Miho ran up to the two, trying to pry her now-found grandmother off of her new business partner. After a few minutes of scuffling, Shaho pushed off Tony with a huff.
"Miho! Why are you with this man?!" Shaho asked angrily before her face paled in some morbid form of understanding. "Don't tell me you're selling off your body yourself?!"
"What?! Ew, grandma no!" Miho stepped back in disgust. "I can explain, just hear me out, and stop trying to kill Mr. Tony!"
Shaho now only realized that, unconsciously, she had wrapped her hand around Tony's throat, who was doing a perfect impression of a fish out of the water. "C-c-can't breath!" He hacked out. Shaho, with the signature emotionless gaze befitting the Nishizumi family, dropped him on the ground, still hacking his throat out.
Before anything else could happen, Miho immediately ran up and wrapped her arms around Shaho. Shaho wriggled out of the grasp, but then spun around and hugged Miho herself.
"My, my, you've grown," Shaho said warmly, hugging Miho and letting her rest her head on Shaho's shoulder. "When I last saw you, you didn't even know how to walk. Now here you are, team captain and reigning champion of the High School circuit." She pulled Miho back and ruffled her hair. "How are you, magomusume?"
"I'm alright, oba-san," Miho said warmly, digging into her grandmother's shoulder. "I missed you."
Shaho chuckled lightly, "You probably don't even remember me."
"That's true. But can I not still miss you all the same?" Miho asked with a small smile. Shaho returned it.
"No, no I guess you can't."
"The JK business? Should have figured that would have been the reason." Shaho said, taking a long draw from a cigarette she had, before blowing it the other direction from Miho and Tony, the latter of which was still unconscious from the beating Shaho gave him.
"You know of the…'business', grandma?" Miho asked quizzically.
"Let's not dance around the topic, Miho," Shaho pointed the cigarette at her. "It's prostitution, plain and simple. There is a good reason behind it, but at the end of the day that's what the police will write down on your criminal record if you get caught doing it."
"How do you know more about the JK business, Grandma?" Miho asked, puzzled.
Shaho laughed, "Despite not being in the spotlight, I still carry weight throughout Japan, Miho. Do you know of that new ski resort that opened in Hokkaido?" Miho nodded, Shaho smiled, "All owned by me."
"Wait, really?!" Miho asked, surprised.
"Don't tell your friends," Shaho fake-whispered, "but if you ever want to go somewhere for the holidays, call me and your room price might, fortunately, be reduced. For what reason, I will never know." She faked an innocent look, and shrugged her shoulders, before continuing. "Of course, being 'rich' comes with its perks. Mainly, a surprising amount of access in the less-than-legal operations going around."
Miho took the moment to let the implied meaning sink in, then took a double-take at the implications of that. "Wait don't tell me you have-"
"Oh dear Rommel, of course not!" Shaho quickly shot that idea down, waving her hand dismissively, then brought her hand to her chin in a thinking position, "Although, that cute brunette from St. Gloriana does look-"
"GRANDMA NO!" Miho shouted out, waking Tony up with a yelp. Thoughts betraying her for a moment, she imagined Orange Pekoe, down on her knees, rubbing up against her grandmother's leg sensually, as she wore some thin white corset that just barely covered her chest and lower regions.
Quickly, Miho pinched herself to set her mind straight before she went down that rabbit hole.
Shaho laughed, "Dear heavens no, I'm just joking is all."
Next to Miho, Tony sat up with a groan, "Goddamnit, anyone catch the number on that bus that hit me?" Blinking to clear his eyes, his gaze fell upon the elder Nishizumi. "Oh dear god, you're Shaho Nishizumi."
Miho tilted her head puzzlingly, "You know grandma?"
Tony snorted, "It's a long story involving a farm tractor, my dentist, a bar in Nagasaki, a bottle of scotch whiskey, and me deciding that trying to expand my criminal empire into Japan was a waste of time in the past."
Shaho gazed over Tony, her eyes narrowing in a sense of recognition, "Oh, it's you."
Tony gave her a two-finger salute, "Ms. Nishizumi."
Shaho stared at him for just a few seconds longer, then inspected his body. "Your pants fly is open and you still owe me $40,000 for the last time we met."
Tony looked down at his crotch. Indeed, the fly of his pants was down. "Whoops," he said, hastily pulling it back up. "Also, that's bullshit. At least $10,000 of that was all your fault."
Miho barely noticed it, but Shaho's eyes flitted around for just a moment. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Tony grinned, "Oh yes you do, or should I bring up the Aston Martin right now?"
"Grandma, what is he talking about?" Miho tilted her head.
Shaho sighed, "Don't ask, Miho. Just...know that the next time you start drinking, don't take any more than 4 shots of whiskey."
Tony laughed at that, "4? More like don't drink at all." His gaze fell on Miho. "This lady was already slurring her words after 1 shot. By 4 she was barely walking. I'm surprised she didn't keel over after the 10th shot!"
"You WHAT! Grandma!" Miho looked on in shock at her grandmother, who was shrinking back into her seat.
"It was when I opened my first business after passing the Style onto your mother, alright?" She tried to defend herself. "I wanted to celebrate!"
"Unfortunately for her, it was that very day when I went to visit Japan in order to see if I can expand my businesses internationally." Tony chuckled at the fond memory. "Suffice to say, when we woke up the next morning in a farmer's barn covered in pig slop, I didn't bother to try expanding after that."
"And now here you are, with my granddaughter somehow and buying this place that looks oddly like it could fit a nightclub," Shaho noted, raising an eyebrow at Tony.
Tony tried to put on an innocent look, "What? It's for a good cause!"
"So I've heard…" Shaho sighed, and turned to Miho. "Why do you want to open a nightclub anyways? Why not just ask your mother or even me? We'd gladly go ahead and donate to you."
"Well...I don't think that it's right...asking you for money so soon after meeting you for the first time," Miho admitted, "And mother...she...well...I mean…"
"She wants to prove that she can do it by herself, that she doesn't need her family's help, that entire 'independent' spiel that kids get once they turn 18." Tony said, also pulling out a cigarette box and pulling a stick out, "Got a light?"
"EH? Wait...how.." Miho began to ask.
"Ah, that makes more sense," Shaho said, as she pulled out a custom lighter with the Sensha-Do Federation insignia emblazoned on it, and lit Tony's cigarette.
"Mmm, thanks," Tony said, taking a long drag from the cigarette, before blowing it out, "And you, Miho? I've seen it all over Queens back when I was still running the high life. Kids sick of their parents, wanting to prove that they're better than them and that they don't need their help to live out in the real world. Am I getting close?"
"Well...yeah," Miho admitted. "Ever since I joined Kuromorimine, everyone's always said that the only reason I got anywhere was thanks to my family. I only made it into Kuromorimine because my mother is a major donor. I only got the Vice-Captaincy because my sister is the Captain. I only became Captain in Oorai because I was a Nishizumi myself." Steeling herself, she looked at Tony and Shaho dead in the eyes, "Just, just this once, I wanted to show that I can do it. I don't need my name, or my mother's help in being able to do something."
Both adults let the idea sink in for a minute.
"Well," Tony began, then smiled, "What are we waiting for? Let's see what pint-size here can do!" He took another draw of his cigarette, and looked at Shaho, "You got the papers needed to sign?"
Shaho smiled at Miho, then turned to Tony, "I'll see if I can't knock down the price some more for you. Maybe I'll invest some money myself in this new nightclub you're building."
Tony and Miho looked at each other for a moment, then smiled, "More money can't hurt!"
AN: Wow, this took a while to write. I'm sorry, I have the determination to finish this story, but not enough determination to write every day. Expect updates to come sporadically.
Initially, I wanted to make this more grimdark. To give you a small idea of how grimdark, Shaho was supposed to be a mob boss who once tried to kill Tony.
But then I remembered that the entire premise of this story was .meant to poke fun at the doujinshis about them screwing for cash, so I scrapped that idea. When I finish this, I might decide to post an alternate fanfic that goes down that path, but that's a hard no for this version
