Tamahagane Heart

Watermelon's V.s Grapes

The alarm warning Misao it was time for him to wake rang out. He rolled over shutting off the piercing device. Misao stretched his taut muscles as he joints cracked. The dragon tattoo on his chest danced as his fibrous tissue extended. Standing he adjusted is black briefs and reached over grabbing his phone. The tired man saw he had received messages from both his sister and his brother and one from Ryozo as well. He paid no attention to them but instead decided to call Kinnojo. Walking his way towards the bathroom he dialed in the number.

"Hello" came through the speaker in a dusty sweet angelic voice.

Misao smiled to himself before he answered. "Good morning baby" he breathed into the phone.

He stood in front of the mirror as he placed the cellphone on the marble counter. He pressed for the speaker soon to hear the sweet voice answer: "M-morning Misao".

He heard shuffling on the other side of the phone before he began to ask: "Did you sleep well?" The older ran his hands through his hair feeling the strands through his fingers.

"I did sleep well. How did you sleep?" Kinnojo answered quietly.

Misao chuckled lowly and turning his back towards the mirror. He leaning against its cool surface and answered: "I slept ok, but I would've slept better with you next to me."

Kinnojo sent a giggle through its speakers that made Misao smile even wider. He removed his briefs and walked to the showers and released its hot water.

"Um...I guess we could have a sleepover one-night" Kinnojo answered stumbling over his words.

Misao was certain he could hear the blush through the phone. " I would really like that, how about tonight?" the naked man entering the shower asked.

Kinnojo giggled once again acknowledging a yes.

"That settles it, I'll pick you up at 9, so wear something pretty and lacey." Kinnojo replied with an "ok" and a blush to match. The phone hung up and Misao finally closed the glass door to enjoy his shower.
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"You seem to forget who you are speaking to Arima Hiroshige" Misao heard Yumia say through clenched teeth as he entered her office.

Across from her sat the man who made fire erupt from his lungs. Arima Hiroshige turned his dead black eyes towards the door where Misao entered. Before speaking he brought them back to Yumia.

"I know exactly who I am speaking with. The lowly child who managed to get an undeserved position from her daddy, that's who." Arima replied.

Misao withdrew his wakizashi (short sword) and launched for the man. His sword's curved edge hooked around the older man's throat, tightening into the skin. Yumia held up her hand stopping her brother's actions.

"You see Hiroshige I have worked hard to step into the position of Onna-Oyabun (mother) of the Yakuza. My father saw in me something you even as an old man only wish to have. I have balls the size of watermelons compared to your grapes. I do not need my brother to spill your blood, I myself am well equipped. You would do well to remember that" the quiet woman said with a smile.

Misao withdrew his sword from Hiroshige's throat and sheathed the blade once more. Arima Hiroshige was finally able to breathe again. The color fell back into his ashen face giving its golden tint back. His bulged eyes were able to rest before he spoke: I have seemed to underestimate you Onna-Oyabun. That was my mistake, I won't make that again" he rubbed his throat in a soothing matter.

He raised to his feet straightened out his suit and made his way towards the oak doors. He stopped abruptly before exiting and coolly asked: "By the way how is your father?" a laugh left his mouth as he walked out of the office.