Saints Row: Bullet to the Heart

Untitled Part 93

~*Tohoku Towers, January 08.*~

During the holiday rush, in his room under guard, the only son of Kazuo Akuji overlooked the city. He had seen the paper announcing the engagement of Dane Vogel and Kyouki Akuji, also directly named leader of the Saints and Ronin. Besides the insult of his pass over, he saw as well photos snapped off the one person he needed to gain his father's approval. Now he knew Kyouki kept the man close, but there was someone else at his side.

Months later, Shogo had been mulling over everything. He would not act rashly; he knew now he had been going about it all wrong. When Kyouki was talking to his father, he didn't need to keep looking for Johnny. He needed to find that woman. His informant let him know it was Aisha James, the once hip hop singer, a close friend of Kyouki and a girlfriend of Johnny's.

Shogo had informed Guy that he needed Aisha to get Johnny. If he has to be the bad guy, then the bad guy he will be.

~*Downtown Loft, February.*~

Days blended together when one is anxious. It started from the day Dane "bullied" Ky to say she would speak with the board. This went on for a week. Why should she give him the immediate response of her presence? Even trained seals have to have months of training. From six in the morning, preparing for her debut meeting with Ultor. Kyouki was hiding in the Downtown loft this time. Two tailors and on-hand stylists worked overtime for one day.

She looked like a spoiled brat with too much time on her hands. Shoe boxes and boxes, outfit racks, fabrics bolts, accessories, make-up sets, and even jewelry boxes came to the spacious loft.

The young woman had a personal assistant on hand that was even feeding her information. And with all the fawning in the damn near walk-in closet that was the penthouse, Kyouki was straight-faced. Not one smile. Business. Aisha and Gat watched it all. Watching her get fitted, she nods and disapproves with a wave of her hand.

Gat was thinking. "I need to know what's in that head of hers. One minute she said she didn't know about the marriage, and before that she did." Arms folded with knitted brows looking on.

"Remember who you are talking about. She needs an Oscar." Aisha said.

Kyouki turned her head slightly. "I like to play the game. Now zip it 'fore I turn them loose on you two." Ky called over her shoulder. The looks the stylist crew gave Gat and Aisha were frightening. They looked hungry, salivating practically. "Yeah, they said that they want to style you both. If you two don't behave, you'll be their next targets." Ky finished with a huff. Both her lovers said nothing else, only they looked to find something else to do. They were definitely on punishment.

Kyouki had a PDA in her hand, learning faces, names and any other insignificant details about the members of the Ultor board. With her newly gained intel, she sent a text to have a morning tour with a luncheon meeting for good measure. Putting her cell down, she sipped her juice pouch.

[Do what you will with them.] Kyouki ordered.

Manically giggling, the stylists stalked. Screams of sudden surprise filled the home. Ky smirked, sitting back and sipping her juice pouch again.

~*Phillip's Building.*~

The next day at eight in the morning, hours before she could call it a day.

Kyouki pulled into Phillip's building with a four-truck escort. It was like any high profile foreign dignitary came rolling into town. Huge black shiny SUVs, sporting the dragon and cloud emblem flags, stood out against the white marble and gray February sky. Guards stepped from their vehicles. They passed orders around in hushed Japanese as Kyouki stepped down to ascend the steps leading up.