Long Way From Home [Mamoru & Hikaru] Apr 23, 2021 23:29:56 GMT -8
Post by Mamoru Iwabuki on Apr 23, 2021 23:29:56 GMT -8
"That's the patriarch's youngest. Get in good with him. Kid's around your age, and your best chance to get through the ranks. All you gotta do is be useful. You can do that, can't ya?"
A long time ago, those words had been what led Mamoru to associate himself with the youngest son of the Mizutani-kai. The advice of his own mentor, the man who'd brought him into this lifestyle. At first, Mamoru had only been following the advice to achieve exactly what his mentor hoped for him - to rise through the ranks, to thrive in the life that he'd become a part of. That's how it started, at least.
Pretty quickly, though, he realized Hikaru Mizutani was an idiot. Someone who joked so easily, someone he felt couldn't take things seriously. In time, though, he came to appreciate this moron. It wasn't too long ago, maybe about half a year, that Mamoru found himself thinking that he wouldn't mind following Hikaru all the way to the top of the Yakuza world. Those dreams were now as ashes. Different dreams had taken their place, at least, in a land far away from what Mamoru was familiar to.
Before the idea of starting a new criminal enterprise in New York came up, Mamoru had never even left Japan. He barely knew any English - but he had a surprising talent for learning it, which helped with the sudden need to adapt. It didn't really matter what he did or didn't know, however, as he always going to accept Hikaru's offer. He didn't have anywhere else to go, so it wasn't like he would regret it...
Even if he did kind of hate New York City...
He hated it even when he walked by the side of his old friend, through the streets of one if its poorer areas. In a sense, the were house-hunting right now. Hikaru wanted to open up some kind of nightclub, a base of operations for their future endeavors, which meant they'd need some property to build it on. Mamoru liked the idea, liked having somewhere that they could use as a central hub for their enterprise, so began scouting out, using what little connections he had already mad in the criminal underbelly of NYC to see where was 'free'.
Dressed in a short, buttoned shirt that let the edges of his tattoo show past the elbow, he walked by his friend's side, towards one such location.
"Y'know, once we find a place, that's just the beginnin'. You're gonna need to find some people actually stupid enough to work there." Mamoru teased in Japanese, their native tongue. As he spoke, he made sure to turn his face towards Hikaru, so that the other man could read his lips. It always hurt a little when he remembered he had to do that. Another price of his own failure.
"I'd suggest Chiyo-san, just cause she'd follow you anywhere, but she's got her own stuff."[/color] Mamoru huffed, thinking fondly, and also a bit regretfully, on the other friend who'd followed them there.
With that bitter sentiment, he spotted the location he had in mind nearby. What looked to be the remnants of a block of stores, or something like that. Truthfully, what had once been there was hard to discern, given that everything looked to have been burned away not too long ago. Mamoru gestured to it.
"This is one of the places I heard about. This area's red-light, and not long ago, someone put this part of it up in flames. The place was abandoned. Pretty sure it's just a squatter's nest right now." He explained, letting Hikaru size up the burnt locale. It would take some renovation, but it was a decent start.
As Hikaru did so, Mamoru reached into his pockets and pulled out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. He was feeling like a smoke right now. Perhaps a bit insensitive in front of a burned building, but alas.