[It's all cigarette smoke, high-pitched laughter, popped bottles, and neon lights. Shinjuku at night is Hifumi's playground and he hums as he finishes up another long night working as a host, the hour etching closer and closer to 4 AM. Yet in this district it still shines as brightly as it would in the day - and Hifumi wanders through it with a skip in his step.
It makes him an easy target, of course - and he finds himself cornered by some rough-looking thugs in an alley that he normally carelessly takes in order to get back to his apartment. He backs up until his back collides with a brick wall, and yet a laugh still leaves him.
The muggers call him out - Hifumi Izanami, one of the most successful hosts in the district and one of the most prominent rappers must have some extra money to spare - and he shrugs helplessly.]
Would you believe that I left it in my other suit jacket...?
[what was it that zero said about his carelessness getting his ass kicked one day,,]
[ There is no urgency in the way she all but saunters onto the scene, a frown tugging on her lips as she finishes off the bottle in her hands (it's strawberry lemonade, the fancy organic shit that they sell in pretty glass bottles).
Call her a fucking psychic because she's sure she's seen this scene at least a dozen times in her mind (sometimes she's even the one mugging him). Ugh, she hates dejavu.
With her free hand she wipes her mouth, and bends down to pick up a crumbling cinderblock left behind by careless construction workers. The weight of it makes her grunt and one of the goons turns around. ]
Sorry fellas– no robbing pretty boy here just yet. He owes me a meal.
[ And then before one of the muggers can even get the–
"Bitch who do you think you ar–" out of his mouth, she smashes the bottle against the block, and then with absolutely no hesitation, pushes the jagged end still in her hand right into his gut, twisting it slowly.
The other one approaches, abandoning Hifumi momentarily. Zero lets go of the bottle, and with both her hands swings the block up, hitting him upside the head. ]
Don't just stand there, asshole. Let's go!
[ She's made do but she doesn't really want to be there when they regroup. ]
[Is there really anything better in the world than a very capable, beautiful young woman brutally destroying two ugly goons to save his proverbial lunch money.
Hifumi doesn't think so!
There's a chance he would've been able to save himself - his hypnosis mic is always on his person, after all - but he doesn't really like resorting to violence. Given that he has a bit of cash to spare, he normally figures something out without compromising his pretty face or reputation.
But this works out rather nicely!
Regardless he'll take the suggestion - lend a hand by pressing his designer boots into the lower back one mugger as he goes - and then will move to take her arm and run. Given that he's still in his full host wardrobe, there's not a single shred of that intense fear that normally overtakes him in the presence of a woman but rather—]
Ah, the beautiful deadly kitten of the night, what would I do without you?
[he could probably use some of that fear even as he runs with her Away and back into the more populated streets to try to lose their pursuers]
[ She pulls her hand out of his grip and swats him away with the same lazy annoyance you would a gnat. No one would have the gall to try and jump the same person twice in such a crowded area. So she relaxes for the moment. ]
You'd die, probably. Or at least get that pretty little face of your's just a little fucked up.
[ She is fully aware of the fact that he could probably defend himself in such a situation. She just doesn't know if he would– and frankly she'd rather get her hands broken then let any money that could be spent on a meal ticket for her slip away like that.
At least, that's what she'll say. ]
You know how guys wear cups to protect their dicks? You should get something like that for your face– since its your one and only selling point.
Are you calling me beautiful? [and some other stuff but he seems to not acknowledge that as his expression warms up to a smile as he places a hand over his heart dramatically] Then the only thing I can possibly say is that there's no way I hold even a candle to your radiance.
[stupid host mode, stupid host lines, stupid - but he looks her over in all seriousness and tilts his head, his expression growing more serious for just like. a few precious seconds.]
I'm glad that you're alright too... You know you don't have to put yourself in harm's way for me - even if I appreciate it.
I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything happened to you.
[why doesn't he listen when people are talking - but he was already moving to follow after her, because he can hardly just let her go without showing his appreciation in some way. but if what she wants is food... then that's something he can answer more than easily!
with a skip in his step he catches up with her and probably too familiarly lets his hand fall to her waist, giving her a smile]
You know the waiting list for time with me is miles long - you're bound to make plenty of kittens jealous tonight... but for you, I'm helpless to your request.
casts a long look between the hand resting on her waist and then his face; brows furrowed like she's trying to make a very serious decision.
Wordlessly, she shrugs, as if to say "You know what, I'll allow it". She starts walking again, a mental chant of 'STEAK STEAK STEAK STEAK' being the only thing running through her thoughts at the moment. ]
Lucky me.
[ She snorts. ]
Just.. let your shitty fans know that if they try and pull any shit with me they're way in over their heads.
[ She says that more for the safety of any of the stupid, naive harpies who have decided to pick this (Hifumi's) hill to die on, than anything else. ]
The last one got off easy because I owed your dumbass. But I've paid my dues, so anyone who shows up at my apartment with a pair of scissors from this point on is fair game.
[There's a couple of problems with that - and it all shows on his face. Hifumi in host mode doesn't show all of his emotions as easily as he does without his suit, but he's an easy read regardless. He doesn't try to make it complicated for people... and there's a very obvious moment where his expression falls.]
Do they truly trouble you like that...? Ah, that simply won't do....
[He shakes his head and already seems to be concocting a plan...
That he won't voice as he instead switches subjects rather obviously - ]
Are we ordering anything to drink along with our dinner?
[ If she notices any of the tell's in his demeanor she says nothing and does nothing to make it known. All of it was his business, and likewise if any dumb sluts crossed paths with her then that was her business. ]
You're footing the bill, so uh– yeah? Duh?
[ Zero's restaurant of choice is unexpectedly somewhere very upscale, and very exclusive. It is however, very expectedly expensive. She looks out of place in her muddy boots and leather jacket, but the Yakuza and politicians that make up the bulk of this place's clientel seem to pay no mind.
Zero sips on a very expensive glass of scotch and peruses the menu like a fashion magazine. ]
Honestly, the expensive stuff tastes the same as the shitty stuff to me. But since I've got you and your wallet here I figured I'd order whatever had the biggest price tag.
[ She glances at him. ]
You sure you don't get in trouble for shit like this though? These after hours outings– disrupts your whole obtainable but unobtainable, untouched virgin shtick, right?
Name whatever your heart desires, kitten, and I'm more than happy to provide for you.
[A host, always a damn host - but there's something genuine in his words. He doesn't seem worried at all about the price tag, because that sure is just the type of person that Hifumi is. Did you know that this dumb bitch makes over a million a year, Gigi? I'm fucking exhausted. I'm complaining because every time I remember I have to complain.
Anyway.]
While I question whether or not the people who come to see me do so because it's implied that I'm a 'virgin'... [smh] I'd rather not let my work entirely prevent me from getting to spend time with the people that I choose to.
And tonight, that's your lovely self.
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shinjuku at night:
It makes him an easy target, of course - and he finds himself cornered by some rough-looking thugs in an alley that he normally carelessly takes in order to get back to his apartment. He backs up until his back collides with a brick wall, and yet a laugh still leaves him.
The muggers call him out - Hifumi Izanami, one of the most successful hosts in the district and one of the most prominent rappers must have some extra money to spare - and he shrugs helplessly.]
Would you believe that I left it in my other suit jacket...?
[what was it that zero said about his carelessness getting his ass kicked one day,,]
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Call her a fucking psychic because she's sure she's seen this scene at least a dozen times in her mind (sometimes she's even the one mugging him). Ugh, she hates dejavu.
With her free hand she wipes her mouth, and bends down to pick up a crumbling cinderblock left behind by careless construction workers. The weight of it makes her grunt and one of the goons turns around. ]
Sorry fellas– no robbing pretty boy here just yet. He owes me a meal.
[ And then before one of the muggers can even get the–
"Bitch who do you think you ar–" out of his mouth, she smashes the bottle against the block, and then with absolutely no hesitation, pushes the jagged end still in her hand right into his gut, twisting it slowly.
The other one approaches, abandoning Hifumi momentarily. Zero lets go of the bottle, and with both her hands swings the block up, hitting him upside the head. ]
Don't just stand there, asshole. Let's go!
[ She's made do but she doesn't really want to be there when they regroup. ]
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Hifumi doesn't think so!
There's a chance he would've been able to save himself - his hypnosis mic is always on his person, after all - but he doesn't really like resorting to violence. Given that he has a bit of cash to spare, he normally figures something out without compromising his pretty face or reputation.
But this works out rather nicely!
Regardless he'll take the suggestion - lend a hand by pressing his designer boots into the lower back one mugger as he goes - and then will move to take her arm and run. Given that he's still in his full host wardrobe, there's not a single shred of that intense fear that normally overtakes him in the presence of a woman but rather—]
Ah, the beautiful deadly kitten of the night, what would I do without you?
[he could probably use some of that fear even as he runs with her Away and back into the more populated streets to try to lose their pursuers]
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You'd die, probably. Or at least get that pretty little face of your's just a little fucked up.
[ She is fully aware of the fact that he could probably defend himself in such a situation. She just doesn't know if he would– and frankly she'd rather get her hands broken then let any money that could be spent on a meal ticket for her slip away like that.
At least, that's what she'll say. ]
You know how guys wear cups to protect their dicks? You should get something like that for your face– since its your one and only selling point.
[ a mask Zero, that's a mask. ]
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[stupid host mode, stupid host lines, stupid - but he looks her over in all seriousness and tilts his head, his expression growing more serious for just like. a few precious seconds.]
I'm glad that you're alright too... You know you don't have to put yourself in harm's way for me - even if I appreciate it.
I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything happened to you.
[unfortunately that all is very sincere too]
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Real concern for her person? Ugh, disgusting. ]
Do you ever stop talking?
[ She shoves her hands into the pockets of her jacket and starts walking. ]
In case you've forgotten, I kill, steal and lie for a living. It'll take more than a few thugs with half a collective brain to do me in.
[ She looks at him over her shoulder. ]
But if you're so bent out of shape over it– you can feed me as a token of your gentlemanly appreciation. I want meat, the expensive kind.
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[why doesn't he listen when people are talking - but he was already moving to follow after her, because he can hardly just let her go without showing his appreciation in some way. but if what she wants is food... then that's something he can answer more than easily!
with a skip in his step he catches up with her and probably too familiarly lets his hand fall to her waist, giving her a smile]
You know the waiting list for time with me is miles long - you're bound to make plenty of kittens jealous tonight... but for you, I'm helpless to your request.
[so that's a yes]
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casts a long look between the hand resting on her waist and then his face; brows furrowed like she's trying to make a very serious decision.
Wordlessly, she shrugs, as if to say "You know what, I'll allow it". She starts walking again, a mental chant of 'STEAK STEAK STEAK STEAK' being the only thing running through her thoughts at the moment. ]
Lucky me.
[ She snorts. ]
Just.. let your shitty fans know that if they try and pull any shit with me they're way in over their heads.
[ She says that more for the safety of any of the stupid, naive harpies who have decided to pick this (Hifumi's) hill to die on, than anything else. ]
The last one got off easy because I owed your dumbass. But I've paid my dues, so anyone who shows up at my apartment with a pair of scissors from this point on is fair game.
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Do they truly trouble you like that...? Ah, that simply won't do....
[He shakes his head and already seems to be concocting a plan...
That he won't voice as he instead switches subjects rather obviously - ]
Are we ordering anything to drink along with our dinner?
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You're footing the bill, so uh– yeah? Duh?
[ Zero's restaurant of choice is unexpectedly somewhere very upscale, and very exclusive. It is however, very expectedly expensive. She looks out of place in her muddy boots and leather jacket, but the Yakuza and politicians that make up the bulk of this place's clientel seem to pay no mind.
Zero sips on a very expensive glass of scotch and peruses the menu like a fashion magazine. ]
Honestly, the expensive stuff tastes the same as the shitty stuff to me. But since I've got you and your wallet here I figured I'd order whatever had the biggest price tag.
[ She glances at him. ]
You sure you don't get in trouble for shit like this though? These after hours outings– disrupts your whole obtainable but unobtainable, untouched virgin shtick, right?
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[A host, always a damn host - but there's something genuine in his words. He doesn't seem worried at all about the price tag, because that sure is just the type of person that Hifumi is. Did you know that this dumb bitch makes over a million a year, Gigi? I'm fucking exhausted. I'm complaining because every time I remember I have to complain.
Anyway.]
While I question whether or not the people who come to see me do so because it's implied that I'm a 'virgin'... [smh] I'd rather not let my work entirely prevent me from getting to spend time with the people that I choose to.
And tonight, that's your lovely self.
if dana kills me for this tag i leave her my most cursed minion
So, are you a virgin?