The Night Scene is so Cliche`, Kagehiko && Minako

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The blonde woman sighed, finally taking her hair down from the fancied pig tails, that actually went quite well with her outfit. But, god fucking damn, it hurt after awhile. Minako batted away the long, thick hair away from her face, placing her hands upon her hips. She got a few glances, and mumbled. Watching their eyes light up was actually priceless. Well, you'd except to see a few, 'celebrities' near these apartments. They were so glamourous. And her new outfit, from the MagnaCarta clothing line, might have help out a bit. None the less, the styles that were clashing blended well, it might have been odd. A good odd.

Minako adjusted the zipper hat one pasted her ample breasts, and tugged it down more to cover a bit more skin. Although, that zipper stopped but a few milimeters down, her entire stomach showing. The woman fiddled with the large, round, spiked object upon her belt, shifted to the side. It was quite heavy. But the designer seemed none the less phased. Alot of things were heavy. From the spiked objects on her belt, to her wrists.

The soft breeze made the fur sprouting from her tail bone, sway in the breeze. She could not wait til she could fully introduce her clothing line. But what she liked even more was wearing the clothing before it came out, she was always ahead of the game!

"And now I play the waiting game." Minako said, with a low hiss, awaiting someone. That would proof important soon.

[Digital Haze]

Another day another job, or at least that’s how Kagehiko saw things. True, he didn’t work the regular nine to five work shift of the honest man. Kagehiko’s line of work was more seedy then your usual office job. It was a job that allowed him to meet many interesting people, and was comprised of strictly danger pay. Then again, when you worked for various people, mostly high up mob bosses, you couldn’t exactly be paid by the hour, or legitimately for that matter. It was under the table or nothing.

Then again, when your primary source of making a living was killing people, it really isn’t a good idea to leave a paper trail that can be followed.

Yes, Kagehiko was an assassin. And from what he had heard about himself through word around the street, a damn good one. It probably all had something to do with the fact that Kagehiko had his own way of disposing of victims. One of the main problems of the hitman profession was covering up the crime scene. No matter how much you tried, there were only so many ways you could make a bullet to the head look like suicide, or a broken neck look like an accident. Some assassins preferred to do things the old fashioned way, not covering up the crime itself, but leaving no traceable evidence.

Kagehiko’s weapon of choice? Fear. As stupid as it sounds, Kagehiko had a knack for literally scaring his victims to death, usually by way of a heart attack. It wasn’t that Kagehiko was a particularly scary guy by himself… he wasn’t. But after being trapped in your own personal hell for a few minutes, the body had a way of literally loosing the will to live. And Kagehiko’s eyes had a way of sending people to their own personal hell.

The mind could be a dangerous tool.

This time however, Kagehiko was surprised to find that his latest client was relatively clean. Sure she had some dealings with the yakuza, the Japanese mafia, but apart from that her business was ligit. Kagehiko didn’t get too many of those. His eyes briefly flicked down to the hand drawn map and then back to the scene around him. There was no mistaking it, this was the apartment that he was supposed to meet his client outside of, which ment that the girl currently standing outside must have been his client… How convenient.

“I take it you’re Minako?” said Kagehiko, stopping in front of the girl, “Or am I really bad at following directions?”

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Minako impaitently rubbed her forehead, then rubbing her entire face a bit, before peering through the small cracks between her fingers. Still no assassin Kagehiko. The woman could only sigh, as place her hands upon her slender waist once more, her mind wondering off in her own small world, trying to keep herself occupied.

Even though, Minako herself was a bitch, she rather coudln't believe she was hiring a hit man. Granted, it would get the job done. But she wouldn't earn her right to be the best. . .Ookay, killing the woman sounds alot more appealing. The blonde shifted her oddly colored eyes. One a blackish colour, the other taking a like to a softer grey. Some people may have found the feature annoying, to themselves, saying, oh my eyes don't match to this and that..

But the modeling buisness was all about how you make things turn out. How you make them to be. Minako made her eyes a beautiful phenonenom. And now she had every loyal stalker to believe so. Besides, who else in the world, maybe a rare few, had eyes such as herself. The fashion designer flinched, out of her little dreamworld, of cute bunnies and candy. Hardly.

“I take it you’re Minako?” said Kagehiko, stopping in front of the girl, “Or am I really bad at following directions?”

Minako stretched a bit, lacing her hands together, and stretched backwards as she tilted her head to the man. A smirk collected on her lips,

"I am indeed, Minako Fujikage." Minako said, turning fully to Kagehiko, placing a hand upon her hip, then a hand reaching forward, "Kagehiko, I take it to be?"

[Digital Haze]

“Legally, perhaps,” replied Kagehiko, grasping the girls hand firmly, a small smirk appearing on the side of his face.

Kagehiko went by many names. Anybody who had committed an illegal felony, especially multiple murders over an extended period of time, always had a few aliases to draw into when need be. If there was a big book of crime for dummies, that would be somewhere in the top ten. Not too many people knew Kagehiko by his real name. By going by different names for lesser hits, he was able to build up a sort of legend for himself, thereby hiking his usual price to reflect his artificially blustered reputation.

It was all good business.

The fact that Minako knew Kagehiko’s real name ment that she had been directed to him by a very reliable source, and she had money… lots of it. Those were Kagehiko’s favourite types of customers by far. The hits were always easy, and more often then not pointless, but the reward was always great and usually came with a nice tip…To keep things on the down low of course. All it would take was one anonymous tip to the police.

“My sources tell me you have a job,” he continued, nodding slightly, his eyes shifting upwards momentarily. Kagehiko hopped that the women would be able to pick up on his subtle body language to speak in euphemism. The world, especially the underworld, was always full of ears that one could easily not notice. If one truly wanted to keep their secrets to themselves, it was best not to talk at all. Since that wasn’t an option, Kagehiko found that mild code in the way of euphemism and metaphors did the job of hiding his meanings quite effectively.

“If you have a place where we can talk more freely,” he continued gesturing to the apartment, “It would make things much easier.”

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Minako could only respond by her smirk becoming more noticable as the man firmly grasped her smaller hand with in his. After a moment, Minako found her way out of Kagehiko's grip. Her eyes glazing over him, examining him almost. Watching his body language, his expression. His eyes ever so calucating. So focused. It actually reminded Minako of herself a bit. Except, she was a bit more of a bitch.

Minako could only smile at bit at the thought, as Kagehiko began to talk. Well, this woman was no dumbass. She really didn't plan to talk out in the open as such. But, if anyone was watching them, she surely wouldn't take the hit man up in her own apartment. She requested to use an apartment of a friends' for this. Minako seemed it would be a bit smarter. If anyone tried to kill Minako for seeking out Kagehiko's help well..

They'd end up killing the friend.

Better her than Minako?

Right?

Right.

"Of coarse. A friend of mine is lending me her apartment for awhile, we talk as such." Minako bowed slightly, but not to low. Minako always thought herself to be of higher rank than anybody. So it became a habit to just barely bow. Knowing the man would follow, the woman merely began to saunter towards the enterance,

"I wasn't really plan to talk of something in the mere open world."

[Digital Haze]

Kagehiko couldn’t help but raise a brow slightly when Minako revealed that the apartment she had procured for them was in fact not hers. Instead, its ownership belonged to some unknown third party that was only tied to this through friendship. It was an old trick, but still a good one that was almost impossible to see through unless you had some sort of inside information. If they were indeed being watched, any attempt at retribution towards Minako, a pre-emptive strike as it were, would fail simply because it would be the wrong place.

She was a crafty one, obviously knew her stuff. Kagehiko made a mental note to keep that in mind when dealing with her. Either she had done this before or she was familiar with the dance. Either way, she was wise to what was going on.

Really, Kagehiko would have liked nothing more then to just get a picture of his target along with big suitcase of money and just leave. He found that the more you knew, the more involved one seemed to become, and that was never a good thing in the business. A good hitman wanted to stay as far away from his clients personal matters as possible, just so you couldn’t be counted as an accessory. Unfortunately, Minako didn’t seem to wish to reveal anything just yet and there was still the question of payment to be sorted out.

For all the work Kagehiko was forcing on himself, the difficulty of the mission itself had better be nothing more then stupidly easy and the pay off just a bit bigger then unbelievable.

“Well, lead the way, Minako-san,” said Kagehiko, opening the door to the apartment, “Ladies first of course.”