Kahi 2011/10/19 (Wed) 06:00 No. 48209 ▼
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The security on the buttons, or at least on the more dangerous one, seems foolproof enough. Of course, you have had the misfortune of, a time or two, seeing people make spectacular fools of themself indeed. It likely won't hurt to take an extra precaution, and a closer look at the buttons reveals them to be set in steel.
You subtly cause it to flow up and around them, only a thin layer, but enough that it is now highly unlikely either will ever be pressed.
"Try to contain your enthusiasm." You chide the witch. "No matter how fascinated you are by the new surroundings. In any case, at this time it is still the middle of the night, and while theatrically, my plans may come off better, practically I have other things to do as well. There are several hours yet until morning comes, there. Have you any plans?
Tewi donned a slowly widening grin.
A portal followed by a short drive later, as Tewi kept a sharp lookout, a familiar face is spied, with a new girl at his side. He seems to have learned nothing from his previous ordeal, as Tewi rapidly thumbs the optical camouflage button, as he is once more taunting another driver, this time an equally young man, in an older-looking vehicle, speckled with a few patches of slight rust. Tewi pulls up on the opposite side of him again.
"Water, door." She whispers quickly. It takes a moment for you to divine her intent, but then you set up a blob of liquid against the inside of the door, containing dozens of gallons, inside portion held carefully in place to ensure that feet do not become wet. It is already trickling through the cracks however, and Tewi thumbs another button that seems to turn the camouflage off. Then she revs the engine.
The young man goes very still, of a sudden, and slowly turns around even as his companion doesn't seem to understand his difficulty.
"Hey, buddy." Tewi says, and opens her door a little. His gaze travels down to watch the water splash rapidly down to the pavement, spreading rapidly, and his face goes slowly white even as the rush dies down to a trickle. Tewi pulls the door closed again. "... You didn't think you'd seen the last of me, had you?"
The light is red. The young man doesn't seem to care, as his vehicle begins to immediately accelerate, though fortunately traffic is low. Tewi seems content to give him a momentary head-start, only accelerating herself once the light changes to green.
"The truck is significantly heavier than even before, I would suppose, with all the extra weight." You point out.
"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind." Tewi said.
Marisa let out a cheer now and again, when the young man would be allowed to think, just for a moment, that he had escaped, before Tewi burst out of nowhere onto his trail again, turning off a street after him, or smashing through the guard rails of a raised portion of road to get down to his level. There were no daredevil stunts as before, in part because the young man had no opportunity to find an oncoming train to dodge or a bridge to jump, you suppose. Instead, after only perhaps two dozen minutes, not a full half hour, Tewi pulls up next to a housing complex where the young man's car has been left, motor running and doors wide open, uncaring of the risk of theft. She turns off the engine and opens the door, and you follow.
"You should probably keep back and let the rabbit handle things, Kirisame." You say calmly as you enter, and follow Tewi up stairs.
The young man's woman of the moment is pounding at a door, clearly having no idea, still, what is going on, and Tewi ushers her out of the way quickly. Then she kicks the door down. Within is a mess, clothes strewn everywhere and half eaten-meals set out on a table. Through another door you can see what looks like some sort of bizarre alchemical apparatus, or miniature distillery, and Tewi frowns as she glances at it.
"... Knock knock." She says, as she saunters in, glancing around and then picking up a battered looking training sword from the floor, half-under a pile of clothes.
The young man is rummaging with haste through his drawers, but stops as Tewi approaches, and drops to the ground to pull something out from beneath a cabinet. It's a real blade.
"Get away... You god damned lunatics!" He yells, jerking it free of the sheath and swinging wildly at Tewi. She catches his arm easily, and responds by slamming a foot into his midsection. He coughs and his grip weakens, sword slipping out of his hands to imbed in his sleeping mat.
"Little punk. Were you swinging that five thousand yen piece of crap they stamp out of tin and sell to tourists at me?" She asks dangerously. "And that set up in the other room. I was just teaching you to mind your manners in public before, but it looks like I'm here on business. You a pusher? Who're you with, kid? Give me a name, so I know who to complain at for not teaching their boys right."
"No... nobody." He groans. "I'm not... with yaks."
Tewi considers this, then slams the training sword into the side of his knee, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"Independent, huh. Well, I knew you probably weren't one of Hideo's anyway. His stuff gets strictly regulated in production, careful to take as much of the danger out of it as possible. Can't keep selling to people if your customers die because you cut corners and cut something with cleaning chemicals to bulk it out. The way I saw you're doing, you piece of shit."
"Not my fault..." He groans, from the floor. "Stuff is... is expensive."
"Yeah, but it was your decision to start selling in the first place, kiddo." Tewi says. "And since you can make more money this way... what? It doesn't hurt you at all. It's not like you're using the stuff yourself. Just profiting from it. Is that right?"
He's started to rise, but a kick drops him again.
"Can't do this... I have rights... I know people, they'll-"
"Kid, if you lived to be a hundred and fifty, you wouldn't know anyone important or strong enough to protect you from anything I feel like doing to you. You need to pop that inflated ego of yours, or it's going to get you in trouble. But yeah, like I was saying, not l'il Hideo's modus operandi. Which means you were one of his, and going way against policy and orders, or you belonged to someone else and you're operating way outside of accepted territory, or you were independent. None of those is a good answer. Independent, though, that's a dangerous game. You might think you're a smart boy, not tying yourself down to a group of hard-bit, dangerous criminals, but that just means that the law doesn't like you and you have nobody on your side. You're lucky this is me, here. If we weren't having this chat now, I give you another six months before someone starts finding chunks of you in dumpsters across the city."
"Can't do that." The young man insists, starting to look very worried indeed. "The police-"
"Boy, you are making substances in your apartment and pushing it on the street." Tewi says seriously. "All it takes is some knockout juice and thirty minutes with a well-bribed tattoo artist before hand, and it's one more case of yaks killing yaks. People aren't going to look too deeply into that at all. Especially with you out showing off money and hassling working folk. What... is it funny? Is it that big a laugh, that people are working for their money? Show some respect, punk."
Tewi stopped and considered, rubbing thoughtfully at her chin. An attempt on the young man's part to crawl away is ended as she drops a foot on his back.
"Strictly speaking, now, if one of Hideo's boys were here in my place, their job would be to beat you until you stopped moving." She pointed out. "What happens after would be up to Hideo, after they drag what's left of you in front of him. He's never had a soft spot for kids that don't play by the rules, though. Not good odds. From the moment you started this whole fun money making game, you've been living on borrowed time. But I'll tell you what, kid. I'm in a pretty good mood today, so I'm going to cut you a break. In a few minutes, I'm gonna be walking out of that door. What happens next is up to you. You have three options at that point, and I'm gonna spell them out for you, just so there's no misunderstandings."
She tapped the wooden sword against the floor.
"First option. That mess in the other room? You put it all in a nice crate, lined with plastic, and you fill that with concrete. Cover it all, hidden. Once that's set, you dump the whole mess in the river one night, and make like you never had it at all. You don't contact anyone you used to push at, you sell the flashy ride outside and buy something tamer, you get a real job. Work for your money. Ten years from now, you live in a nice, small apartment on your own, or maybe you got married to a good girl by that time and you have a home and family. Nobody ever knows about this business, and you'll hardly remember these days at all."
She taps the sword on the floor again.
"Option two. You can't give up the money. So you go to this place I know, you order a nice meal, and then you mention that you need to speak with Hideo, urgently. And yeah, I know what you're thinking. 'I'll just set things up so that the police are watching, and they tail us to this guy'. It isn't going to be that easy, I'm afraid, the boys are no fools. You'll get picked up and moved, but if there's even a hint of that sort of thing, you'll end up in a whole heap of trouble, really fast. But when you do speak to l'il Hideo, this is what you do. You get on your knees and grovel, right off the bat. You spill everything you ever did as an independent, and you tell him that the White Rabbit sent you to beg for a chance to earn his forgiveness. You'll probably get a beating out of the deal. You'll almost definitely get worked to the bone. But ten years down the line, you'll be one of the family, and the day'll just be something that gets brought up and laughed at over drinks and take out."
She brings the sword down one last time, a sharp crack against the floor punctuating things.
"Or you go with what's behind door number three. You ignore what I have to say. Oh, you put on a face anyway, make like you're going through with the first part, but you can't hack it. You just don't have the backbone to go through with it, to be just some businessman, but you still can't deal with being a yak. You get a new set of stuff, and you start pushing again. And then, sooner or later, someone not as nice as me figures you out. Ten years from now, you're just chewed bones, or maybe a nice shallow grave set beneath a new building foundation. That what you want kid, huh? Well?"
"... No." The young man groaned through grit teeth.
"That's what I thought." Tewi says, taking her foot off his back and walking back towards the door. "You take a few hours, sit down and think this through, right? Have breakfast. Most of that pizza still looks fine. Wouldn't want you to make a decision like this on an empty stomach, now."
You watch as the young man curls up into a little ball on the floor, unmoving, before you turn and follow Tewi back to the truck. Marisa hadn't followed you inside, she's simply been poking about at the running vehicle, some degree of interest clear on her face.
"Well. That was fun enough." Tewi says. "Didn't last too long, though. I guess we can go take a look at that lady in Nakano, if you haven't thought of anything else to do."
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