Ichigo walked into the commercial district of Karakura Town. After walking a couple of blocks, he came into a narrow street with parked cars lined up and down the street next to various buildings. He went up to a two-story office building which was next to a private inspector business, and rang the doorbell. Across the street, was a massage parlor, which was rumored to be a brothel due to the constant influx of male clients coming in and out of the establishment at various hours of the day.
The door opened and Ichigo went inside the office. He was approached by a guy who was of high school age.
"Yo, dawg, you okay? We paged you 10 minutes ago." He said.
"Iz all gud, fam." Ichigo grinned. "I juz ran into some trouble on the way, dat's all."
"Yo, we got dat stuff delivered today." Said another a guy who looked to be about twenty years old. "We gonna pick it up today, Ichigo?"
"Nah, dawg. Let's pick it up tomorrow. I got some heat on me already. Best to let things kool down. Knaw wut I'm sayin'?"
"The Yoshida brothers sent a message today sayin' to stay away from their territory, unless we wanna get killed. Wut we gonna do, mayne?" Said another high school age guy.
"We gonna ignore those Niggas. Dat's wut we gonna do, fam." Said Ichigo with determination.
"But dey say dey gonna kill us if we don't listen to dem, mayne!" Said one of the guys.
"Yo, chill, dawg. We got dis, all right." Said Ichigo. "Check it, wut we gotta do iz undercut their prices, dat's all. We can afford to do dis. Wut dey gonna do, cry?" Ichigo laughed. "And best of all, we can do dis without going into their territory."
"You think it'll work?"
"It's gonna work. You gotta think wit yo head to outsmart these Niggas." Ichigo said, as he pointed to his head and smiled.
"Yo! Yo! We got company!" A member shouted across the room.
They all pulled out their guns they were carrying in their pants, with the exception of Ichigo, who ran to a storage locker that was in the hallway and got out a Sig Sauer P226 .40 caliber with extra magazines.
On the video screen that was on top of a desk in the work area, they could see a black sedan parking in front of their office. Two men got out of it – they were wearing suits with colorful shirts underneath them. Another man got out of the car – he was wearing a tailored suit and looked more like a businessman from a major conglomerate.
One of the man with the colorful shirts rang the doorbell. His pinkie and ring fingers were prosthetics.
"Who dis?" A voice from the intercom speaker said.
"We're from the Nakayama clan and our boss wants to talk to Ichigo Kurosaki-san."
"Yea, come in."
The door opened and all three men went inside the building.
One of Ichigo's associates led the men into Ichigo's office.
After formally introducing themselves and exchanging business cards, Ichigo motioned his guests to take a seat. An associate of Ichigo's came in with some tea and served it to the guests.
"Wut brings all of you here today?" Ichigo asked, with a serious look on his face.
"We heard you're having some problems with the Yoshida brothers." Said the man in the tailored suit.
"Nuffin we can't handle." He said nonchalantly.
"The Yoshida brothers are idiots, and if things get violent, there will be blood. The police will start cracking down on our business and all of us will suffer the repercussions because of your actions."
"If there's gonna be blood, let it be. It's ride or die, Nigga. We never run away from a real fight." Ichigo said coolly.
"I have a solution to this problem that you'll find to your satisfaction."
"I'm listenin'."
"We want to contract your organization for a job."
"What kind of job? Something dat's gonna git us all killed." Ichigo asked suspiciously.
"Nothing of that sort. You see," He leaned in closer. "We want you to interfere with the upcoming local elections in Karakura Town."
"Why? What's the catch?"
"No catch at all. You see, the current mayor is not under our influence, but under the financial support of the Yoshida brothers. For the past few years, the mayor and his city council has been interfering in our business operations while the Yoshida brothers do as they please. As a result, our profits have decreased. The Yoshida brothers are currently backing the City councils' replacements, as we speak. This is why we want you to carry out this job for us."
"Why us, so we can be da pansies when we git caught?"
"Let's put it this way, if you succeed, we will offer you some part of Karakura Town for your organization to expand"
"And if we fail?"
"Plausible deniability. The police can't arrest us if they don't have proof regarding this operation."
"And if we squeal?"
"You won't squeal because that would be extremely painful for you. Besides, that would guarantee no one would ever trust your organization. Nobody likes a snitch, you know."
"Let me think about dis. I'll give you a call." Ichigo said.
"We need to know your decision before the week ends. The election will be held in two weeks and we need to prepare beforehand. It was a pleasure talking to you Kurosaki-san." Said the man in the business suit, as he stood up and respectfully bowed.
Ichigo stood up and bowed as well, and led them outside of his office.
When the black sedan had left, Ichigo called a meeting in the conference room. All his top deputies gathered inside the room to discuss the current pressing matter.
"Listen up, y'all!" Ichigo began. "We've been given a potential job offer by a rival gang. If we do dis, we gonna be expanding beyond our territory. But if we fugked it up, we all dead. You hear?" Ichigo began giving them the details of the job. Once he had finished, he let them think about it for a minute. "So let's hear some dissenting opinions?" he said, with a grin.
"How do we know the dude will keep his promise? And how do we know dis ain't a setup?" One of the deputies said.
"We don't know, mayne. We juz gonna have to roll da dice and see wut happens." Ichigo said.
"If we pull it off, how big iz da territory dat we gonna git? Another deputy asked.
"We have to take the job first and deal with the terms from there." Ichigo said.
"When do we strike?" Another deputy asked.
"We gotta give 'em our answer before da week ends. We would be striking next week if we take da job."
"Let's roll the dice! We may never get a chance like this." Said a deputy sitting at the corner of the table.
"All of you who want to go for it, raise your hands!" Ichigo said.
All of his deputies raised their hands.
"Gud. Nawh dis iz how we gonna do it." Ichigo said, as he leaned closer to the table and all of his deputies began to paid close attention.
