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The Prophet	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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February 2^nd - 6:00 pm
Long fingers danced swiftly over a matte black keyboard, light flashing off ornate silver rings from the sun setting outside a large window. A cigarette rested in a glass tray nearby, smoking itself to death unattended, heavy rock music playing its dirge from computer speakers. A soft knock at the open door of the office called the fingers to a halt, their owner looking up from the three glowing screens spanning his desk, dark gold eyes blinking behind thin wire-framed glasses.
The man in the doorway wore a teasing smile on full lips, auburn hair dusting slender shoulders hugged by a carefully tailored suit. “We’re heading home. Don’t work too late, hmm?”
Kyo grinned sheepishly in response. “I’ll try not to, Shin. There are some discrepancies in the numbers coming out of one of the parlors out on the Hill that I want to look into before I go home, and I’m waiting on a report from one of my guys on a former employee that's gone missing.”
His boss frowned, stepping into the small office to look over the blonde’s shoulder. “Are these discrepancies something I should be concerned about?”
The shorter man sat back in his computer chair, plucking his cigarette out of its holding tray to take a slow drag. “I’m not sure yet… it looks like someone might be skimming a little off the top. The parlor is still profitable, but variance from budget based on last year’s numbers is cutting consistently closer the past three months than it had before.”
The tall, willowy brunette that had been shadowing Shinya grinned from where he was leaning against the doorframe. “Don’t worry about it, Boss. That’s just nerd-speak for ‘I need to fire up some hot gay porn and crank one out before I walk home.’”
Kyo leaned forward, cigarette balanced precariously between his lips as he clicked through personnel files. “Sorry, Toshiya, I forgot you were there. I’ll try to use smaller words. One of our casinos is making less money than it used to. Is that better?”
The Head of Security flipped him off, and he returned the gesture without looking away from his screen. Shinya rolled his eyes and gave a long-suffering sigh, patting his advisor’s shoulder before heading out of the office. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Kyo. Have you thought about what you want to do for your birthday?”
The blonde grunted, hiding a wry smile. “No, I guess I haven’t given it much thought.”
“Think on it, hm? I don’t want to have to break down your door this year.” A playful wink, and Shinya was gone, bodyguard in tow.
Kyo chuckled to himself and continued digging through files and reports. No matter how he tried to downplay the date, in the nineteen years they had known each other, his oldest friend had never let so much as a single birthday go by without some elaborate celebration. It stood to reason, though; the two had been joined at the hip since the day they met on their grade school playground. Even when Shinya inherited the Terachi family business three years ago, after his father was killed, he brought Kyo up with him.
Though cunning and surprisingly ruthless, Shinya lacked the patience and technical skill needed to personally manage the expansive assets his organization held, and so where most mafia heads put all their trust in the Heads of Security, he had placed his in his Advisor. Every brothel, gambling parlor, drug running operation, illegal import, betting ring, and money loaning establishment was documented and memorized in acute detail by the young blonde. With his support, Shinya had expanded on what his father and grandfather had built, fingers of newly-controlled territory reaching out every day to grab hold of new investments.
Kyo’s position was an unusual one, and he had to go to great lengths to protect himself and the information he held. Everything he knew was stored on an extensively protected laptop that he carried with him wherever he went; even now, the laptop was hooked up to a bank of desktop monitors and a keyboard, and he maintained no physical files, so nothing would remain in his office after he left. Unlike most employees of the family, he lived in the outskirts of the city, outside of Shinya’s sphere of influence, and did not enjoy any of the job-related perks that they did. He had no bodyguard or driver, attended meetings on the other side of a webcam behind the avatar of a blue butterfly, and rarely went to clubs owned by his friend. Few employees of the Terachi family even knew who he was or what he looked like.
So when he packed up his computer to leave hours later, he left through a parking garage that the Terachi building – camouflaged within a building owned by an insurance firm – shared with several other nearby buildings, passing only a pair of security guards who hardly spared him a passing glance. Just another pencil pusher. He came out on foot half a block away from the headquarters, tucking in earbuds connected to the tiny music-player in his pocket. Shrugging deeper into his long jacket, he cursed the gentle snow that was beginning to fall and wished the trip to his apartment was shorter. It took over a half-hour to get home, and the bus picked up three blocks away.
Hunched up like an irate bird, the blonde stalked down the street at a rapid pace, cutting through alley after dumpster-filled alley to shorten his trip as much as possible. The snow was sticking, and he wasn’t looking forward to the trip back tomorrow morning.
“F-fuck, maybe I should just s-sleep in the of-ffice!” Kyo grumbled to himself, teeth chattering. “G-get dinner out of the v-vending ma-AGH!”
His shout was muffled by the thick rag clamped over his mouth. A powerful arm held it in place from behind, while another wrapped around his elbows to keep him in place. He roared and thrashed, only barely registering the sickly sweet smell of chloroform before his vision started to blur and spin.
Everything went dark, and then he was falling…
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