Their plan was set, it should be smooth from then on out. The current goal is to confirm the locations of the safes, blend in with the family, and slowly gut them out of information.
Surely, easier said than done.
They have to get their attention first. None of the Kumori had any time to sit and talk with anyone unless it meant something about business. "So, I did a surface background check on all of the people you need to notice you." Touza sat on the table, lifting one leg up another as he took the pictures and documents from the envelope. "Kumori Shinjo, supermodel, owns a perfume line along with having a share on Kumori's wine businesses in Italy, France, and Spain. She's actually the wealthiest amongst her living siblings, but somehow refuses to take part in Iona."
"I like my aunt already."
"Have you met her?"
Shinkiro shuffled through the documents, and each glamorous picture of Shinjo just living in luxury captured her attention. Shinjo's just out there living the lavish life. Red dresses and an exceptional cosmopolitan visage, she looked untouchable, and out of anyone's league.
"I've never met any of them. I hardly know my own father, my mother never let any of the Kumori near me... Well, except their money."
"As I was saying. You need to know your father was a major shareholder of Iona Industries, now it is ran by the two other living siblings. Kumori Kijin is the oldest, apart from Iona, he owns a tobacco business overseas. There's nothing much more to note about him, but he was accused for playing a part in major drug cartels, currently accused on one based in the Philippines."
"He's one basic man isn't he?"
Ignoring the question, Touza stood up and gave the remaining papers. "Last one is Kumori Shiro, his financial support only comes from being a shareholder of Iona. I think he's the one invested on keeping the support item manufacturing business going. He has two kids, and is married to Althea Delavin. He's also known for designing hero gears, and is in fact the reason why Iona Industries stays on top of the biggest companies in the world. Shiro-san basically took over the role of your father."
With a light nod, Shinkiro let him know she understands. Touza then continued to speak while she pours them both a glass of wine.
"Now, I tried appealing to the authorities, but your mother did such a good job faking your deaths, that it is more than confirmed you died in the fire. We cannot just waltz into any of the Kumori property or we'll be arrested for trespassing."
"Oh I know." Shinkiro took her phone and flashed an announcement on one of Shinjo Kumori's social posts. "Shinjo's going to The Prophetess fashion show. Now, that's something I can waltz into."
There was a slight hint of doubt when Touza tilted his head as a reaction, but then again, who is he to protest on something he knows nothing about? A sigh instead was let out, before his fingers lightly tapped the table.
"I don't know much about these high-end fashion events, but how exactly would Shinjo notice you?"
[ Yokohama City, the next week ]
This is the first shot she's taking to get to the Kumori, right now, they're out of their reach. A month before the event, she was once again carrying her duffel bag filled to the brim with cash. The young lady promptly entered one of her friends' house, and dropped the stacks of right in front.
"Make me look expensive for The Prophetess and this is all yours."
"Expensive? Don't make me laugh. This is The Prophetess." Luna gave a sharp side smile, flipping her curls back as the marks on her face glowed just as strong as that night's moonlit sky. "Are you ready to become a god?"
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Red Lady Cigarettes
FanfictionThis is not the final product of the story, I mainly just want to share some few chapters so everyone can have broader idea of who Shinkiro is. So far, I've only told some surface level knowledge about Shinkiro, and I hope this one will give you guy...