RP Log: Tokyo Underworld, Fuji and Ryoma
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vinnydapoo, colorless_sky, and I were all having dinner, talking about crazy things like Prince of Tennis and rp (as we do), and... somehow our brains combined to produce pure, crazy AU crack. Which actually happens a lot.
We decided to do an informal AIM rp as characters from Prince of Tennis in an AU setting- more specifically, as members of yakuza gangs and other shady underworld types. And I'm archiving our logs on this journal because, well, I don't use it that often. XD;; Later I might put up the who's who list- which characters are up to what kind of no good. For this log, though, all you really need to know that Fuji is the boss of his own yakuza group that's swiftly rising to the top, and Ryoma is (now) one of his right-hand men. This is their meeting. Also, their ages are a bit different, so Ryoma is in his late teens while Fuji is somewhere in his late 20's (hey, it takes awhile to rule the mean streets of Tokyo).
And yeah, Ryoma is played byvinnydapoo, Fuji is played by asael. Mostly, we're posting these logs to keep track of them and have a record of what happens- no one not us has any obligation to read. ^^
Ryoma had come from America with but three things.
The first were the clothes on his back. He felt little in the ways of material possessions. He had many, of course, but he always knew he could replace almost everything and so little held any real value for him.
The second was his family's swords. Passed down from son to son every generation, they had been in the Echizen family since the Azuchi-Momoyama period. So the story went, anyway. Ryoma had been trained to use them since birth, learning little else in life save the sword. The sword, and everything else needed to properly use it.
The third and final thing he brought with him to Tokyo was a longhaired Himalayan cat, which he lovingly dubbed "Karupin". It had been his one companion since childhood and he went nowhere without it.
Of these three things, only two were with him. Karupin was safely holed up in his hotel room he managed to get (foolish to not steal more money from his father’s account in his escape) and while the swords of his family were as sharp and deadly as ever, his clothing (previously an Armani suit, now battered and bloodstained) was not fairing so well. Like so many things in his life, though, Ryoma didn’t care much. The only thing that mattered was a mixture of revenge and ego. He had come to Japan after the disgrace of his father for one reason – either to take over and rule in the Old Man’s place, or find someone worth serving. After cutting through the bodyguards of two other bosses already in his short time back, and those of (what was he called?) Boss Fuji fairing... better, but still not good enough, Ryoma began to worry he might actually have to do something diplomatic and run a yakuza after all.
Fuji's current base of operations was a large, mostly empty warehouse. Sometime in the past it had been turned partially into smaller storage areas, and it was currently housing a small part of Fuji's group. It was, unfortunately, necessary to have some kind of central base- otherwise rivals would decide that, since they couldn't pin you down, they would find your home. Of course, it was no secret where Fuji really lived, but he did his best to keep 'business' and 'home' at least somewhat seperate. It was so hard to get blood out of the carpets in his penthouse, after all.
Today he'd come to the warehouse to finish up a few items of business and meet with some of his contacts in the shipping industry. Since he was only planning to be there for a short while, security was light, most of his people being out on jobs of their own. Unfortunately, it seemed to have been a bad choice. It figured, that today would be the day the boy he'd heard of showed up here.
Fuji sighed at the sounds of fighting outside the renovated 'office' he was sitting in. Really, it was a hassle. The boy seemed good, but now Fuji would have to find new help. And possibly move their operations. Mildly annoyed, he put his pen down and watched the door, waiting. There was a bodyguard to each side of him, but neither of them were that competant. Fuji would probably have to take care of this himself.
Sure enough, it was but a moment later before the sounds of destruction outside quieted to a low whisper of breath, Ryoma having finished with everyone except those who ran (just two, surprising, usually there were at least five).
He eyed the door that was the only one he had not tried yet. Surely, 'Boss Fuji' should be in there. Another day, another victory. It was almost boring. Kicking in the door was so cliché and tacky, too. Ryoma tossed his sword to his left hand and, after a moment to listen for any sounds of traps, twisted the knob and pulled it open.
Fuji smiled at the newcomer, looking the boy over without seeming to. He was young, younger than Fuji had expected. He must have had a lot of training, to be that skilled so young. And he looked slightly familiar.
Fuji stood. "Ah, you're a swordsman? You know, those associates of mine you killed will be very annoying to replace. Was there a reason for all this, or did you just need a more entertaining after school activity?" He kept the smile on, as usual.
Ryoma snorted, looking over Fuji while making no attempts to hide this, before looking over his bodyguards as well. The bodyguard could probably be taken out in one hit each. Right one first, then left. This Boss Fuji was another story, though. Something about him seemed... Ryoma wouldn’t quite say ‘intimidating’ because he never said that about people.
However, if he ever said it about anyone, it would probably about Boss Fuji.
“You use katana? Fight me.” Ryoma said, without any sense of propriety.
"Forward, aren't we?" Fuji considered the request for a moment. Well, it wasn't really a request, but he chose to treat it as one. He didn't really have to fight, he could take the gun his right-hand bodyguard carried and kill the boy quickly. But fighting him would be interesting, and it would be a shame to just kill someone so skilled.
Moving out from behind the desk, he smiled at one of the bodyguards, who immediately left and returned quickly, carrying a katana. Fuji rarely carried weapons on his own. "I'll fight you, if that's what you really want."
"It is." Ryoma said. If he was defeated, he could explain himself (assuming he wasn't killed). If he won, his intentions hardly mattered. Seeing little room for a decent fight in the office, he returned to the main part of the warehouse, going as far as to turn his back to Fuji, even.
Either Ryoma was very skilled, or just very cocky. Or both.
The third option was the case.
Fuji followed Ryoma out, shaking his head slightly as the boy turned his back to him. It really wasn't a good idea. Why, if Fuji were a less honorable person- or just less interested in the fight, it was Fuji, after all- he could finish Ryoma off right then.
Taking up a position opposite Ryoma, Fuji watched the boy carefully. It wouldn't do to get careless. After all, that was how you lost. He decided he wouldn't kill the boy, he would just humble him. Perhaps there was a use for someone with skill like this.
"Ah, go easy on me, won't you?"
"It's in my experience people who ask for the easy mode don't need it." Ryoma said, his last words spoken before dropping into stance and attacking Fuji. Even so, he used his right hand as his primary one for the initial attack. If Fuji really was so good, Ryoma could switch hands as quickly as his heart could beat.
Fuji easily parried his first blow, sidestepping and bringing his katana up to block. He fought gracefully, but with definite skill. More speed than strength.
"I think you can do better than this, are you holding out on me, young man?" Fuji's tone was calm, and he wasn't breathless at all.
"Maybe." Ryoma replied, recovering quickly from his blocked attack and tossing the katana from his right hand to his left, using that one as the primary now. Fuji had made it past one hit and wasn't phased in the least. It was impressive, and Ryoma was actually having fun as he sprung up once more to attack.
Silent now, Fuji let himself fall into the fight. He didn't often fight, preferring to leave it to bodyguards and underlings, but from time to time it was enjoyable. Like now. The boy was good, and given a little more time to hone his skills, he would probably be even better than Fuji- who had little time to practice these days.
Fuji didn't want to kill him at all, anymore. He would be far more useful alive, but the longer this drew out, the less likely that was. Seeing a split-second opening, he struck, switching his sword quickly so the blunt side hit Ryoma's hand, numbing it.
Not expecting such an advanced move executed so smoothly, especially not from someone other than his father, Ryoma was unable to dodge the quick strike and all the feeling drained out of his hand instantly.
Even so, he still hung on to his sword, muscles refusing to give it up.
Wrist flicks, the twitch of his fingers, everything that made his blade work so smooth and almost flawless was unusable, however. Seeing the skill of his opponent, he was as good as not having a sword at all now.
"...You can kill me if you seek revenge." he said, first, dropping his fighting stance for something more relaxed but not terribly more respectful. His father would have been shocked to see him so polite, however.
"Revenge? Revenge for what?" Fuji blinked at him, then tapped his finger to his lips. "Ah, my men, right. It completely slipped my mind." He glanced at a slumped-over body near the wall. "Oh, no, it's quite all right."
He took a more relaxed stance as well, smiling at Ryoma. "Do you need a job? I seem to be short a few people, and you're really very good."
Not even trying to hide it, Ryoma raised a curious eyebrow. "... It'd be an honor to serve someone as skilled as yourself, Boss... Fuji-san?" Ryoma even went trough the trouble of using an honorific. He hadn't bothered to offer is name. If Fuji was interested in hearing it, he would ask.
"You can just call me Fuji, if you want." Fuji offered that to a fair amount of people, but few accepted. Something about showing respect anyway, Fuji didn't really pay attention. "And what's your name? I suppose I should know it, if you're going to be working for me."
Lifting up his arm, Ryoma took the blade from his left hand with his right to clean it off on the leg of his pants before sheathing it. It was one of the few things he took care of, the other not even drawn for the fights of the day. "Fuji, okay. ... I'm Echizen Ryoma. Call me whatever you want, as long as it isn't something like 'Ryopi'."
"I won't call you that, but my secretary might." Fuji looked amused at the thought. "Echizen Ryoma... hmm. Are you related to Echizen Nanjiroh?" He'd made the connection quickly. A few years ago, he'd met the man, and had, just possibly, been a little bit responsible for his fall from grace. And it would explain Ryoma's skill.
"My father." Ryoma explained curtly. There was little love lost between him and the older man before his flight to Japan, and the two hadn't spoken since. It had just been a few days, of course, and likely Nanjiroh didn't even know where Ryoma was right now.
"You do look a bit like him." Fuji smiled and placed a hand on Ryoma's shoulder, leading him back towards his office. "Mmm, we need to discuss salary, what you'll be doing... oh, do you have a place to live? I can arrange that for you, if necessary."
He glanced at one of his bodyguards. "Haruto, clean up this mess, please. And tell Tomo-chan we have a new employee."
vinnydapoo, colorless_sky, and I were all having dinner, talking about crazy things like Prince of Tennis and rp (as we do), and... somehow our brains combined to produce pure, crazy AU crack. Which actually happens a lot.We decided to do an informal AIM rp as characters from Prince of Tennis in an AU setting- more specifically, as members of yakuza gangs and other shady underworld types. And I'm archiving our logs on this journal because, well, I don't use it that often. XD;; Later I might put up the who's who list- which characters are up to what kind of no good. For this log, though, all you really need to know that Fuji is the boss of his own yakuza group that's swiftly rising to the top, and Ryoma is (now) one of his right-hand men. This is their meeting. Also, their ages are a bit different, so Ryoma is in his late teens while Fuji is somewhere in his late 20's (hey, it takes awhile to rule the mean streets of Tokyo).
And yeah, Ryoma is played by
vinnydapoo, Fuji is played by asael. Mostly, we're posting these logs to keep track of them and have a record of what happens- no one not us has any obligation to read. ^^Ryoma had come from America with but three things.
The first were the clothes on his back. He felt little in the ways of material possessions. He had many, of course, but he always knew he could replace almost everything and so little held any real value for him.
The second was his family's swords. Passed down from son to son every generation, they had been in the Echizen family since the Azuchi-Momoyama period. So the story went, anyway. Ryoma had been trained to use them since birth, learning little else in life save the sword. The sword, and everything else needed to properly use it.
The third and final thing he brought with him to Tokyo was a longhaired Himalayan cat, which he lovingly dubbed "Karupin". It had been his one companion since childhood and he went nowhere without it.
Of these three things, only two were with him. Karupin was safely holed up in his hotel room he managed to get (foolish to not steal more money from his father’s account in his escape) and while the swords of his family were as sharp and deadly as ever, his clothing (previously an Armani suit, now battered and bloodstained) was not fairing so well. Like so many things in his life, though, Ryoma didn’t care much. The only thing that mattered was a mixture of revenge and ego. He had come to Japan after the disgrace of his father for one reason – either to take over and rule in the Old Man’s place, or find someone worth serving. After cutting through the bodyguards of two other bosses already in his short time back, and those of (what was he called?) Boss Fuji fairing... better, but still not good enough, Ryoma began to worry he might actually have to do something diplomatic and run a yakuza after all.
Fuji's current base of operations was a large, mostly empty warehouse. Sometime in the past it had been turned partially into smaller storage areas, and it was currently housing a small part of Fuji's group. It was, unfortunately, necessary to have some kind of central base- otherwise rivals would decide that, since they couldn't pin you down, they would find your home. Of course, it was no secret where Fuji really lived, but he did his best to keep 'business' and 'home' at least somewhat seperate. It was so hard to get blood out of the carpets in his penthouse, after all.
Today he'd come to the warehouse to finish up a few items of business and meet with some of his contacts in the shipping industry. Since he was only planning to be there for a short while, security was light, most of his people being out on jobs of their own. Unfortunately, it seemed to have been a bad choice. It figured, that today would be the day the boy he'd heard of showed up here.
Fuji sighed at the sounds of fighting outside the renovated 'office' he was sitting in. Really, it was a hassle. The boy seemed good, but now Fuji would have to find new help. And possibly move their operations. Mildly annoyed, he put his pen down and watched the door, waiting. There was a bodyguard to each side of him, but neither of them were that competant. Fuji would probably have to take care of this himself.
Sure enough, it was but a moment later before the sounds of destruction outside quieted to a low whisper of breath, Ryoma having finished with everyone except those who ran (just two, surprising, usually there were at least five).
He eyed the door that was the only one he had not tried yet. Surely, 'Boss Fuji' should be in there. Another day, another victory. It was almost boring. Kicking in the door was so cliché and tacky, too. Ryoma tossed his sword to his left hand and, after a moment to listen for any sounds of traps, twisted the knob and pulled it open.
Fuji smiled at the newcomer, looking the boy over without seeming to. He was young, younger than Fuji had expected. He must have had a lot of training, to be that skilled so young. And he looked slightly familiar.
Fuji stood. "Ah, you're a swordsman? You know, those associates of mine you killed will be very annoying to replace. Was there a reason for all this, or did you just need a more entertaining after school activity?" He kept the smile on, as usual.
Ryoma snorted, looking over Fuji while making no attempts to hide this, before looking over his bodyguards as well. The bodyguard could probably be taken out in one hit each. Right one first, then left. This Boss Fuji was another story, though. Something about him seemed... Ryoma wouldn’t quite say ‘intimidating’ because he never said that about people.
However, if he ever said it about anyone, it would probably about Boss Fuji.
“You use katana? Fight me.” Ryoma said, without any sense of propriety.
"Forward, aren't we?" Fuji considered the request for a moment. Well, it wasn't really a request, but he chose to treat it as one. He didn't really have to fight, he could take the gun his right-hand bodyguard carried and kill the boy quickly. But fighting him would be interesting, and it would be a shame to just kill someone so skilled.
Moving out from behind the desk, he smiled at one of the bodyguards, who immediately left and returned quickly, carrying a katana. Fuji rarely carried weapons on his own. "I'll fight you, if that's what you really want."
"It is." Ryoma said. If he was defeated, he could explain himself (assuming he wasn't killed). If he won, his intentions hardly mattered. Seeing little room for a decent fight in the office, he returned to the main part of the warehouse, going as far as to turn his back to Fuji, even.
Either Ryoma was very skilled, or just very cocky. Or both.
The third option was the case.
Fuji followed Ryoma out, shaking his head slightly as the boy turned his back to him. It really wasn't a good idea. Why, if Fuji were a less honorable person- or just less interested in the fight, it was Fuji, after all- he could finish Ryoma off right then.
Taking up a position opposite Ryoma, Fuji watched the boy carefully. It wouldn't do to get careless. After all, that was how you lost. He decided he wouldn't kill the boy, he would just humble him. Perhaps there was a use for someone with skill like this.
"Ah, go easy on me, won't you?"
"It's in my experience people who ask for the easy mode don't need it." Ryoma said, his last words spoken before dropping into stance and attacking Fuji. Even so, he used his right hand as his primary one for the initial attack. If Fuji really was so good, Ryoma could switch hands as quickly as his heart could beat.
Fuji easily parried his first blow, sidestepping and bringing his katana up to block. He fought gracefully, but with definite skill. More speed than strength.
"I think you can do better than this, are you holding out on me, young man?" Fuji's tone was calm, and he wasn't breathless at all.
"Maybe." Ryoma replied, recovering quickly from his blocked attack and tossing the katana from his right hand to his left, using that one as the primary now. Fuji had made it past one hit and wasn't phased in the least. It was impressive, and Ryoma was actually having fun as he sprung up once more to attack.
Silent now, Fuji let himself fall into the fight. He didn't often fight, preferring to leave it to bodyguards and underlings, but from time to time it was enjoyable. Like now. The boy was good, and given a little more time to hone his skills, he would probably be even better than Fuji- who had little time to practice these days.
Fuji didn't want to kill him at all, anymore. He would be far more useful alive, but the longer this drew out, the less likely that was. Seeing a split-second opening, he struck, switching his sword quickly so the blunt side hit Ryoma's hand, numbing it.
Not expecting such an advanced move executed so smoothly, especially not from someone other than his father, Ryoma was unable to dodge the quick strike and all the feeling drained out of his hand instantly.
Even so, he still hung on to his sword, muscles refusing to give it up.
Wrist flicks, the twitch of his fingers, everything that made his blade work so smooth and almost flawless was unusable, however. Seeing the skill of his opponent, he was as good as not having a sword at all now.
"...You can kill me if you seek revenge." he said, first, dropping his fighting stance for something more relaxed but not terribly more respectful. His father would have been shocked to see him so polite, however.
"Revenge? Revenge for what?" Fuji blinked at him, then tapped his finger to his lips. "Ah, my men, right. It completely slipped my mind." He glanced at a slumped-over body near the wall. "Oh, no, it's quite all right."
He took a more relaxed stance as well, smiling at Ryoma. "Do you need a job? I seem to be short a few people, and you're really very good."
Not even trying to hide it, Ryoma raised a curious eyebrow. "... It'd be an honor to serve someone as skilled as yourself, Boss... Fuji-san?" Ryoma even went trough the trouble of using an honorific. He hadn't bothered to offer is name. If Fuji was interested in hearing it, he would ask.
"You can just call me Fuji, if you want." Fuji offered that to a fair amount of people, but few accepted. Something about showing respect anyway, Fuji didn't really pay attention. "And what's your name? I suppose I should know it, if you're going to be working for me."
Lifting up his arm, Ryoma took the blade from his left hand with his right to clean it off on the leg of his pants before sheathing it. It was one of the few things he took care of, the other not even drawn for the fights of the day. "Fuji, okay. ... I'm Echizen Ryoma. Call me whatever you want, as long as it isn't something like 'Ryopi'."
"I won't call you that, but my secretary might." Fuji looked amused at the thought. "Echizen Ryoma... hmm. Are you related to Echizen Nanjiroh?" He'd made the connection quickly. A few years ago, he'd met the man, and had, just possibly, been a little bit responsible for his fall from grace. And it would explain Ryoma's skill.
"My father." Ryoma explained curtly. There was little love lost between him and the older man before his flight to Japan, and the two hadn't spoken since. It had just been a few days, of course, and likely Nanjiroh didn't even know where Ryoma was right now.
"You do look a bit like him." Fuji smiled and placed a hand on Ryoma's shoulder, leading him back towards his office. "Mmm, we need to discuss salary, what you'll be doing... oh, do you have a place to live? I can arrange that for you, if necessary."
He glanced at one of his bodyguards. "Haruto, clean up this mess, please. And tell Tomo-chan we have a new employee."
