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Post by Akiyama Kisho on Jul 27, 2006 10:13:23 GMT -5
The messenger had just left. Kisho placed his head in his hands and let a quiet hiss of air escape his tightly clenched lips. This was just wonderful, how had this even happened? He stood up and walked over to the large doors that led out of his office area. He had been going over a map when interrupted. Opening the doors he stepped out, a dangerous look on his face.
“Alright! Listen up!” He didn’t wait long till he went right on, several young officers snapping to attention and listening intently, as well as a few higher ranking people who just happened to be nearby. “The Prince had an assassination attempt upon him, the bodies were found with puncture wounds believed to be from an arrow, none of the shafts were found. As of now we do not know what has happened to the Prince, but it is safe to assume that they have either killed him as well or are holding him for some reason. There is the possibility that his body could have been misplaced as well. So you are on the lookout for any information and for his body itself.”
Clearing his throat was a good way to cover the fact that he was still thinking. Kisho did most of these things like this off the cuff, just as it flowed. He rarely wrote things down. “We need to get a search party going, I want archers and the best trackers that we have on this. Be on the lookout for foreign archers and anyone at all that looks suspicious." Which would mean anyone haing to do with that faction...he needed to find their leader and just follow them down the line, accusing them with treason and executing them. "He was last seen in Kyushu at the largest port there.” Looking them over to make sure they had been listening he nodded. “Now move out and get this done! Stop standing there and get to it! Takeshi…I want you to lead this mission or find someone who is just as capable, I trust you will do well on this.”
Without waiting for any of them to answer he stepped back into his office and right back to the map. So they were on the move already were they, thinking that if they kidnapped or killed their Prince that Japan would just crawl back into its hole? Even if it had been that slippery faction, this was a good way to get a move on China. They had another thing coming. Kisho was not about to let this go unchallenged. He had already sent out the rescue team for the figure-the Prince and now it was time to set up the army.
Time to show the Chinese that Japan was a force to be reckoned with and that they just made one of the worst mistakes that they could have ever thought to do.
This…Meant…War…
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Post by Hitotsugi Sorano on Jul 27, 2006 10:42:39 GMT -5
As far as her housekeeping skills went, Sorano seemed to be having better luck at keeping up with the pace of the other women who she worked with. Only one cup of tea spilt; lucky! If only the soldiers weren't always in such a hurry, she wouldn't be dropping things like that...
She finally finished collecting the stray cups and plates that were idly cast aside and had returned them to the kitchen. Then, setting up a new tray, she prepared to go and serve to the leader--just a little more than worrisome, considering the tense mood already building within the castle.
Weaving carefully through the scattereds soldiers with her tray, she all but threw it up in alarm when the leader appeared and began to speak. She grabbed onto the teapot to keep it from dripping or spilling as she shuffled back against the wall as the soldiers were briefed.
Someone tried to kill the prince? She listened intently; a neutral, but still concerned look on her face. Things seemed to be getting out of hand--was there going to be a war, now?
When the speech had stopped and orders received, she waited for the soliders to get moving before heading over to the entrance of office, getting down to her knees and settling the tray down, speaking to the closed door (if it's closed--if not, then just at the entrance).
"Excuse me, sir," she announced, a bit meekly, "I have your tea."
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Post by Akiyama Kisho on Jul 27, 2006 17:52:15 GMT -5
He looked up at the unwelcome intrusion and glared heavily at the young woman. “Bring it in then.” Just when he had been in the middle of figuring something out, he hated being interrupted but he supposed that it was going to happen, it was that time after all. One large hand ran over his forehead and rested on the top of his head, there was so much planning to be done and so little time. It looked like he was going to be awake for awhile.
Why had he left the door open he couldn’t fathom, probably because he was so distracted with the news and making sure everyone had gotten his orders. It was good holding so much authority, people rarely questioned his decisions. And looking at the pretty young woman who had brought him his tea gave him a deliciously decadent idea.
“Shut the door behind you, I may have more then one use for you while you are in here.”
Saying no more he let her think what she would. His hands both came to rest upon the top of his desk on either side of the map. If necessary he could roll it up and set it aside, his desk was wide enough. Idly he wondered if she would be willing or not, or if anyone would interrupt his plans with her. Most young people, be they male or female, welcomed his advances if they didn’t outright flirt with him themselves.
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Post by Hitotsugi Sorano on Jul 27, 2006 18:08:02 GMT -5
"Yes, sir," she murmured, getting up with the tray and setting it down on his desk, careful to keep it away from his papers. Just as she was beginning to pour, he asked for the door to be closed. "Eh? Oh..Yes, sir."
Getting up from her knees, she walked over and slid the door closed carefully, though being stuck behind closed doors alone with such a fellow gave her a very bad feeling. She chewed on her lip a bit as she turned and settled back onto her knees, hands folded in her lap, head down. Easy now, she assured to herself as she exhaled slowly. Just sit and behave. At the least, maybe she'd hear a little bit more about what was going on.
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Post by Akiyama Kisho on Jul 28, 2006 17:35:31 GMT -5
His smile was dangerous but with her head down she couldn’t see it. He walked over to her and ran his long fingers through her hair, playing with it almost gently. “You have such lovely hair miss, tell me your name.” Compliment then an order, without skipping a beat.
Looming over her was an understatement, he loomed over most everyone in his country, he was nearing 6 ft tall himself and that was very tall for the Japanese people, but she was on her knees…the perfect position for a woman.
“What all do you do besides serve tea? I want to know all of it, and do not try and keep anything from me, it will not be good for you.”
(omg short)
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Post by Hitotsugi Sorano on Jul 28, 2006 17:59:12 GMT -5
Sorano sat almost stiffly still upon Akiyama's approach, and almost flinched when he touched her hair. It made her incredibly nervous; it wasn't like she could speak up about it--not without getting proper chastisement for doing such.
"Th--oh...Hitotsugi..Sorano, sir," she said promptly, but politely. She raised her head up to glance at his expression when she heard his second request, a little unsure of the tone she was reigstering from it. Not good for me..?
"Do? Oh..here?" Looking back down, she answered, "I mend and wash the clothes, and I treat wounds, sir. Sometimes I'm called for acupuncture...That's all, sir."
She clenched at the fabric on her knees a bit and exhaled slowly after answering. I'm probably reading too much into this..It's just conversation!
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Post by Akiyama Kisho on Jul 28, 2006 18:19:11 GMT -5
"Acupuncture hmm? Maybe I shall have you use your skills upon me soon, I have been rather tense." He could feel her unease and it only made him smile all the wider. Yanking a bit harder then necessary on her hair he walked away from her back around to his desk.
"What do you know of what has been happening?" Every little bit of information was helpful and he would pump her, for information of course, till she had nothing left to give him.
He sat down in his large chair and leaned forward, steepling his fingers and placing his chin on top of them, his dark eyes steely and contemplative. The map was important, the girl was somewhat important, the tea would wait a few minutes.
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Post by Hitotsugi Sorano on Jul 28, 2006 18:43:27 GMT -5
Sorano grimaced a little at the sudden tug and chewed on her lip. It was times like these she wished she could just get up and walk out, no questions asked. But that would be bad, and she needed to keep this job. So, for now..just deal with it. ..No matter how aggravating it may become.
"If you wish, sir, I will be glad to," she replied placidly. Glad to leave, too...
What was this all about? Why was he asking her about the state of the country and its goings on when he ran it? Weren't there advisors and such for that kind of talk?
"Well.." she said, pressing her lips together before continuing, trying to collect her thoughts, "it's as you said, sir...the prince is missing, and it might mean that China is challenging us. Unless it was all a misunderstanding...But I think, either way, there will be fighting; everyone is very tense...From what I've seen, sir."
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Post by Akiyama Kisho on Jul 29, 2006 12:36:04 GMT -5
The more she stuttered with her speech the wider his grin became. There were so many things that he could and wanted to do with the small servant girl but he contented himself with just listening to her. Kisho had a very large appetite that he had no troubles with filling, though once in awhile he wanted something a little different.
"Come closer, I want you down here, by my feet, while you are speaking to me, and looking in my eyes." He thought he would just torture her a little, make her wonder what he wanted while listening to her talk. Sometimes jsut the subtle mind plays were enough to make him feel better. And he needed a reason to feel better, this day was not going as he had planned it.
"Oh, you are correct, there will be fighting, and it is going to be big."
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Post by Hitotsugi Sorano on Jul 29, 2006 12:47:16 GMT -5
Come closer? Sorano felt a bit of a chill on the back of her neck; now she was sure it was definitely not a good idea to be here.
"As you wish, sir," she replied, getting up. Her fingers curled up in her long sleeves until she felt the tips of the bamboo needles secured around her wrists. Better safe than sorry... She tugged one of them halfway loose just as she can to sit at his side and settled her hands back in her lap calmly.
It was beginning to be a bit difficult to keep her voice level, but alright, I'll play this stupid little game. Looking up at him as directed, she spoke in response to his last statement.
"If the prince is found alive, wouldn't that negate the need to fight? It might not have even had anything to do with China..."
Tell me something I don't know, sir, she thought to herself.
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Post by Kyokutei Ieyasu on Jul 29, 2006 20:04:15 GMT -5
Kyokutei had been so very late with even coming to the gathering meetings. He was on his way towards the Castle when several younger officers were running about frantic. The shortest one gave him the news that the Prince was missing and Akiyama was threating over the events. The mission: A search team and on-going investigation. Sounds bad, Kyo thought to himself while his face drew into a blank. He could really care less if the Prince's head fell off. It would be better that way considering he didn't really do anything for their country. At least nothing he knew of. Once he dismissed himself from the officers he made his way into the Castle. It was a complete mess, papers every where and even some of the paintings that decorated the area was off the wall. What the hell happened? A fight? He piqued at the thought, fighting would've been nice right now. Hearing voices in Akiyama's headquarters he walked up to the door and slid it open without giving a warning of his presence. Expression bland his eyes fell down to the girl at the Shogunate's feet and then glanced up at Akiyama in curiosity. "Quiet; In the depths of the lake, A peak of cloud." Kyo said this for no apparent reason; anyone could have taken it as a way for 'hello'. Stepping into the room he closed the door behind himself and gave an insane grin to Akiyama. "Are you picking on my date, sir?"
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Post by Akiyama Kisho on Jul 30, 2006 7:17:28 GMT -5
He had been about to answer the young girl but then he stepped in. Always having to make some sort of entrance, it nonetheless irritated Kisho that he just waltzed right in like he owned the place. "You are supposed to knock, make sure you remember that next time." Kisho was not above hard labor to punish his men and he could immediately think of several things that the younger male could be doing to make up for such insolence, though for once he just let him off with a warning.
"Your date? I would think you would have better taste then this." He gestured to the servant girl almost with a sneer on his face. "Women like this are not meant for actual dating, you have so much to learn still." Kisho had his views on what women should be, which is one of the reasons he disliked the Reitosuru girl so much.
"You are dismissed, now be off." His eyes were for the girl on her knees and only her, letting her know just whom he was telling that too. Hopefully she dawdled just a little longer, then it would give him all the reason to do all the things he wanted to.
Eyes slipped back to Kyo and he shook his head. "Once she leaves we talk, not until then."
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Post by Hitotsugi Sorano on Jul 30, 2006 8:31:13 GMT -5
The sudden arrival of the rather. Unusual character suprised her. She tilted her head a bit, looking over at him with a confused expression. Then--Date?!
"Whaa--?" she started to exclaim, but cut herself off, covering her mouth. Then almost as quickly, dropping her hand back into her lap--idiot, the needles!--when she realized her sleeve was sliding down her arm.
The expression of confusion shifted to a slightly annoyed one at the remarks on "taste" Kisho made, but she pressed her lips together, inhaled, and it immediately disappeared from her face when he spoke directly to her. With a "Yes, sir," under her breath, she got up and started to walk to the door, but hesitated. The stranger kind of...well, weirded her out--what kind of person barges in like that and then calls her his...he had a sense of danger about him, and she was curious to know what he'd do, but..
"Is..there anything I can get you..while I'm going?" she asked the man quietly, clutching the ends of her sleeves with her fingers.
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Post by Kyokutei Ieyasu on Jul 30, 2006 20:20:45 GMT -5
"How may I knock when I have no hand?" he questioned while his eyes shifted down to the long sleeves, and his eyes moved back towards the Shogunate. "Unless I produce one of course, but that takes effort," and he had to use a hand to open the door, which he did, but his theories boggled in the room - none of it making sense. When Kisho brought up the standards of dating and the philosophy of a woman, his eyes lingered to Sorano. Why was she un-datable? Everyone was datable with meaningless lives and the girl had nice eyes.
Kyo's mouth slanted a little, letting his grin fade from his expression. What made Kisho think he knew about his tastes? Ah, but his tastes were loyal to artistic blades and passionate pictures. Maybe that was no taste at all; being there was no love in it. He was standing directly in front of the door, meaning the girl couldn't leave if she wanted to. Suddenly stepping forward so that he was right ahead of her, he blinked.
"Just get me what you want," he said with a frown. Who knew what he meant by it?
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Post by Akiyama Kisho on Aug 1, 2006 7:38:52 GMT -5
"I did not ask you to see to my guest, I told you to leave. You would do well to listen to what I say exactly and not interpret it for how you wish." The pure venom in his voice carried over the both of them but his posture never changed. If he was thinking of having her neck between his hands as he slowly strangled the life out of her, no one would even know.
Dark eyes narrowed at Kyo, a sign he was becoming a tad bit annoyed, which could mean all sorts of problems. "You have hands, to which you will produce, or next time you do such a thing I will artfully and with much pleasure, throw you bodily from my office." This was Kisho being nice...very nice, when he was mean it was frightening.
He already had a headache that was threatening to split his skull, more problems then he needed and a hunger that practically demanded to be fed. So each passing annoyance made him all the more closer to just finally snapping at whomever happened to be around at the time.
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