They were so done.

They'd had it with him.

"It's time to really put the hurt on that twig. No more fooling around. He's weaseled his way out of our grip for far too long. He's too damn rich to continue to walk free of charge, plus my girlfriend was seen kissing him! In public!"

Reggie paced around the abandoned warehouse, hands in his pockets. Victor cocked his head curiously.

"You make a point, Reg. He's rich. Not just rich, but insanely loaded. Victims like him come only once in eight generations. You could hold him for ransom, or get something of his and hold it for ransom. Either way, he's a wellspring of cash. Might as well tap it and squeaze him dry. Least get a decent college fund outta his hide."

A redhead with striped D+B shorts sighed heavily and shrugged one handed. His name was Dalton, and he wasn't exactly poor. He was from the fifth richest family in Shibuya. His jealousy was more cold and calculating than brutish, and his jealousy over no longer being the richest kid in school had pulled him into a very low place.

"If we do something, we have to be very careful how we plan it. Joshua did not get to where he is and maintain his position simply by existing. My father says he's the most cunning tycoon anyone has ever seen. This will take brains, not brawn."

Reggie sneered "What do you suggest, D?"

"There is a social event tomorrow night at the Baxter Estates. All the rich families are invited. Kiryu is bound to attend simply to make an appearance. His station requires it. If you came as my guests, we could humiliate him with very little effort. I, after all, know how the well-to-dos think. Trust me, a humiliation at this event will have our little problem solved in no time flat. The wealthy take decorum extremely serious. It actually doesn't take much to get osterosized. All we have to do...is take pictures and threaten to make them go viral, and Joshy-boy will do anything we say, even give us any amount of yen!"

"That's brilliant!" Victor said with a laugh "Old school blackmail!"

"We could make him do anything we tell him...make him lick our shoes if we wanted. You've a dangerous mind there, rich boy. I like it." Reggie said, a twisted smile lighting his face as he pictured his revenge.

"Kiryu has all the power for now. I'm going to enjoy stripping it away from him…piece by piece."

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"I don't want to go."

Joshua folded his arms and stuck his nose in the air at his secretary, Dina Swift, in response to her demand that he attend the Baxter event. The woman put a hand to her head and grunted.

"Mister Kiryu, you know the board will be in attendance. You are expected to make an appearance. To refuse would jeapardise your flawless standing in society, you know this."

"Oh, very well." the Composer growled "I suppose it won't be that much of an inconvenience, especially if I have a plus one."

The woman started."You never have a plus one, Mister Kiryu."

"Things, my dear, have changed." Joshua stood, flipping his phone open and turning his back on the woman as he began to exit his office "Do hold my calls, I've business to conduct for the rest of the day."

"Yes, Mister Kiryu."

"Good girl."

As the Composer rushed out of his firm, he began to sweat. He knew of Raimu's reluctance to involve herself in any high-class activities, since she considered herself on the bottom rung. The last thing the boy wanted was to shove her into an uncomfortable situation. But he was going to try. He dialed, and sat through the ringtone.

"Hello?"

"Raimu. Would you indulge me a few minutes? I have a rather...urgent request."