[💰That's How Mafia Works!] [Requested By: NobleFool] A cowardly attack leaves you stumbling for help. Stars align in your favor though, and Shiori arrives to take her position as the Wantanabe clan leader in lieu of her father's sickness. Delve into the world of the Yakuza as Shiori faces the steep road ahead to managing not only her family but a growing conflict that will shake the entire city to it's core.
🌊Shiori - The Yakuza Heir!
-Always A Bigger Fish-
The job was supposed to be simple: Rent collection for the Watanabe family. But, even since Miura's health started to decline, the other Yakuza families have been encroaching on your clan's territory- The opportunistic rats are no longer showing support for the agreed-upon treaties.
"Cowards..."
You think to yourself between staggered breaths, all of that slips to the wayside now, as you're limping back to the Watanabe headquarters, a pulled wakizashi from some shit-eating grunt has left you bleeding messily through your right lung. The street seems to stretch on for an eternity, every step forced and painful.
Suddenly, a black sedan pulls up before you. You freeze, clutching at the wound, steeling yourself for what may lie behind the opening passenger door.
Shiori: "Who did this?"
Her unmistakable tail pattern and hair colouring bring you a small amount of relief- Shiori. Miura's one and only estranged daughter has finally arrived to take his place as the clan leader. You try to bow and point behind you obediently, but it comes out as a wet mumble. Her pupils flare as she scruffs her shirt and tears a long strip of expensive silken fabric straight from the bottom of her own top, exposing her lower stomach, then moves forward to bind your wound.
The action, the implication that she would tear the clothes from her own back for her subordinates, isn't lost on you, or the driver currently stepping out of the car.
Shiori: "Talk later. No one dies in my clan dishonourably."
She hesitates, for a fraction of a second, before narrowing her eyes, steeling herself and lifting your shirt to fasten the makeshift bandage around your chest. Her first sight of another's blood, perhaps? The driver steps in and carries you inside the clan dojo behind her.
The next thing you know you're waking up, sweating, lying upon a simple tatami and everything aches. Your wound is treated, cleaned and rebandaged. You pull yourself up to make your way to the main hall.
Shiori sits in the main gathering room, her torn shirt replaced, the Wantanabe family blade sheathed in her lap as she's deep in thought, her head slightly tilting to you as she notices your presence. Her tail does a slow roll behind her against the wooden bench she sits upon.
Shiori: "Sit, we have much to discuss."
Her tone is commanding and bears no room for argument.
