collide! mafia and yakuza finally meet(Xenix)

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[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Ia4Jnkas.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;]Alessandro usually wasn't one to frequent clubs or bars because of the type of people he could usually find in both. Night clubs were at least a bit more refined that a full-on bar, at least. Besides, he didn't need to drink. Alessandro drank minimal amounts of alcohol, mostly wines with dinner or at special occasions. Generally speaking, it would be detrimental to the reputation of his family and of the legitimate business he ran if their boss, owner and CEO was a drunkard. He was very pleased at the moment, having expanded the business front of the Riva mafia family successfully in Japan be merging with one of the other medical research facilities there already - Japan was a small island, there was only so much room in the country. Competition for the best buildings and locations was definitely something that made the Japanese market so grand and besides, their technology was well ahead of anything Italy or Europe could do. While the Europeans had to put money into the military to protect their own borders, Japan on the other hand, relied on the United States as their military and could put more money into other markets. He was a bit over-dressed for he night club, but he had his tie undone and the top two buttons on his white shirt undone in an informal manner. His brilliant red hair was held up into a simple high pony tail rather than down as per his usual. He had just come from the meeting to sign the documents for the merging as well as a few other things that needed done. As per the agreement with the other CEO, he would keep all current employees on board and since the Riva corporation was higher demand and called for more work, he would be placing some of his own men within the company to hire some new workers and oversee things. His own men, being some members of his mafia. He made sure that the members he chose weren't leaving behind family or anything back in Italy. He cared about his subordinates, after all. Flashing an ID to the bouncer at the door labeling him as an Italian national, he slid into a seat at the bar ordering a red wine from the bartender. The club itself was a nice one, he noted, only a little bit crowded. There were a few people who gave the Italian and interested look, either by wondering what brought such a nicely dressed man to the club or if they could share a drink with him. It was just too bad none of them knew he was already taken by his first and his last love.[/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]tagged: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;]tagged peoples here Who can't name threads? THIS GIRL. made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style]

[itsuki3]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=CellPadding,4,true][atrb=CellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 310px; padding: 10px; color: 91B4AD; text-align: center; background-color: FF99FF; border: 5px solid #3E3435;][style=margin-top: 30px; font-family: Arial Black; font-size: 36px; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 90%; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; color: 3E3435;]"THIS KITTY DON'T TAKE NO JACK, [/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 24px; color: 3E3435; line-height: 90%; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: -4px;] I'LL SCRATCH YOUR DAMN EYES OUT,[/style][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: C1F2EC; letter-spacing: 6px; margin-top: -2px;]SO MEW MEW MOTHAHFUCKAH"[/style] [style=width: 300px; border-left: 1px dotted #FF0099; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-left: 22px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; text-align: justify;]Man, were things getting ever so rough for him. His Yakuza's identity was at stake, it was on the edge of complete chaos ever since he was taken back from the filthy trash that died when they finished them obnoxiously, alerting everyone in the damn city. A large portion of their group arrested, his father has a warrant out on him and he has to go out into hiding. Now he has to do all the external work, what a bother. He could be having a good time, sneaking into one of them clubs and bars as he always did and have some amusement at least. But no, he had to be here in this snobby place. He had to stick himself inside his business suit, and sit here conversing with a band of thugs they were making agreements with. A minor gang in Tokyo, a very minor one still growing but unfortunate. They had a bit of territory themselves, and Xen's father wanted it in return they pay them a shitload of money. Wouldn't it be better just to kick their asses? So much easier! Now he had to figure out, how to make this deal. "Well..." The pink-haired male started as he tilted his fedora a bit more, his ears twitching at the top showing he was in some thought there. "We can't do that. But here, how about a fifteen thousand to support your group, and we pay a thousand to you every three months. We aren't going to get generous here, cause we're hitting our hard ti-" Before he could finished, the leader of the so they call themselves, 'Twisted Wishes', protested against such a deal believing they deserved more, he wanted more most of all. He could not deal with that, power-hungry fool. "No, no, no. That will not do. How about you sign over a business to us, and hand over two thousand there in return for a good portion of the territory. C'mon, you're rich you own enough businesses. You can share, we a poorer bunch." He interrupted, crossing his arms and sitting up. His own bodyguards, two other subordinates in their group, stood next to him. Xen's own did the same only on either side of the teenager. the male let out a sigh, leaning back into his chair of the table in the back of the privately rented room, doors open. He didn't know what to do, this male was getting on his nerves really, can't they get this over with? He was about to respond, the other yet again interrupted. "We could make a deal if you handed over that nice body of yours, heh. Come on~" He winked at the teen, and he gasped in return. What a damn pervert! He looked like he was in his early or mid thirties! And why would he give his ears up to some strange guy like this? He slammed his hands on the table and stood up immediately, a catty smirk coming to his face. "I believe we're done here. I'll be taking my leave." With that, he turned around stepping away from the chair while each of his guards positioned themselves, both in front of him, to guide him. But quickly, the leader of the Twisted Wishes stood up immediately following after him silently and his feet not making much a sound. "Hey, hey, hey! Don't go, c'mon cutie..." He called after him as his hand went to tap his but, which had set him off effectively pissing him off. At that instant the male had taken his switchblade from his right pocket and twirled around to point it at the male, the tip against the other's throat and a glare seen within the pink-haired-one's slit gaze. The guards acted as well, shutting the doors to the room, spinning around and drawing their USP handguns out and pointing them at the guards, who had lagged a bit in drawing their own weapons of self defense. "I'd so kill you right now but I'd be in some really big trouble. Consider you and your group in hot water." He warned him in a threatening tone, drawing a gulp from the man who had a knife to his throat. [/style] [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]TAGS, blah blah blah NOTES, blah blah blah CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE.[/style]

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[risa5]

[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Ia4Jnkas.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]never want to be alone[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;]There were several curious beings that had made their way into the bar during his stay and while Alessandro knew better than to approach multiple strangers. He may have been able to hold his own in a gunfight or general combat, but he knew better. He knew well enough that if he were ever in trouble...then Celino would be there within minutes to rescue him. Celino was like a knight in shining armor like that...which begged the question - did that make him the damsel in distress? Well, with the gorgeous locks of red that he sported...Well, he might as well be. Celino had saved him a lot over the years. The most notable one was being rescued from the cold storage warehouse where he had been imprisoned on the lower levels. Nobody ever truly would know how grateful he was to Celino. Unconsciously, he rolled his shoulder in a shrug. His right shoulder was prone to dislocation because of some of the torture he had been through...and his wrists would probably be filled with arthritis in his older years. His right wrist had some carpal tunnel in it, so when he did work he would often switch to his left hand to rest his hand. His head tilted to the side slightly as voices filtered in from the door. He was one of the few people who probably wasn't supposed to be there. Eavesdropping on a conversation between Yazuka probably wasn't honestly the best idea he'd ever had, but he was covert enough to put his attention on something else while he listened. It was obviously some sort of clandestine business meeting over something...territory...money. Gosh. What did that sound like? He chuckled slightly into his wine as he took a sip of it. If they weren't Yakuza...he'd eat his gun. Of course, being alone in a night club filled with Yakuza...probably wouldn't the best thing he could have done, considering there weren't any established relationships between the two. As he pondered the fact here he was, a mafia boss sitting in a night club drinking some wine while being surrounded by Yakuza members. Well. Nobody really knew him, although anybody who had heard of the Riva family or looked into them would know of the red-head who ran the thing, even if he didn't have his blond-haired lover and bodyguard following him around. He ran his fingers casually through his hair for a moment as he watched the door slam. Well. Something was happening. Hnhn...this could get messy, he mused lightly to himself. Hopefully he wouldn't get dragged into it...because that would be his luck. He concealed carried several barettas on his person...but he didn't want to be dragged into anything that he didn't want to be. Turning his attention back to his wine, but watching all the other people within the night club, he waited. Several moments passed as seemingly nothing happened, but that was...only for a several moments. The door was suddenly flung open and a bouncer went flying into the bar, hitting the stool next to Alessandro who gave the poor man a raised eyebrow before seeing what was going on. Several gang members. With guns. Aless sighed and he rose to his feet casually. "Can't I relax in peace? Or are you insistent on ruining a perfectly good day?" he asked casually. "Shut up, gaijin. We're Twisted Wishes Yakuza and there's nothing you can do," one of the five members snapped in annoyance. One leaned over and whispered that he was pretty, for a foreigner and was promptly smacked. "You can keep the gaijin if you want him, but after we deal with Angelic Sins." "Twisted Wishes? Angelic Sins? Well...Japanese certainly know how to name their mafia gangs," Alessandro mused quietly and while the three members shifted around the room, tying together some of the patrons of the night club. When they came towards him, he wasn't having none of it. He struck, grabbing the arm of one of them and flipping them over his shoulder and bowling him into the two others. During this movement, he had also grabbed his gun and now had it trained on the two remaining ones. "I wouldn't, if I were you," he commented lightly. It was two on one now and Aless was reminiscent of the time his brothers tried to kill him. In a swift movement, he had vaulted over and behind the bar just as two shots rang out and hit the glass of the cabinets behind him that held the glasses for the bar. He pulled a second gun out of the sheath on his ankle. Two guns. Two men. As far as they knew, he only had one. Well...they were going to be surprised. Alessandro had always been a good shot, a great shot even. It had been drilled into his head on how to shoot and shoot accurate. As he heard the two men trying to figure out a plan of action, he remembered their positions. He only had a few seconds to get those shots off... He was on his feet in another moment, taking those two shots and then was back on the ground. There were two distinctive yowls of pain and the sound of guns hitting the floor as his shots hit home in their arms. "I warned you."[/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]tagged: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;]Xen Derp made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style]