Do you even kill? [ft. Arashi]

[SEIRA AKIYAMA]

SEIRA

why do they thirst for blood
like a monster?

She was pretty surprised that morning when she answered the phone to be greeted by a voice she would never forget. "VOOOOOI!" If it was anyone but him, she would've cringed and shied away but she knew that voice anywhere. "Voooi~ Ojiisan~" Her face lit up at talking to her grandpa Squalo again. But before she could even ask a 'how are you', he was barking directions at her and telling her to meet a man named 'Arashi'. She vaguely recalled the name but couldn't quite remember him that well. Squalo said he would 'help her' somehow. And the next thing she knew, the line was cut. It was a ... interesting hello.

She got dressed, wearing a pretty blue sun dress, thigh high blue stockings and some blue pumps. And, for safety measures, she tucked away a knife into her stocking. She headed out of her house and walked to the subway her Grandpa yelled about. It took a little while but next thing she knew, she was at the entrance to mafia land being stopped by a few guards.

"I'm sorry Akiyama Dono, you can't just come in." The guard said, waving his hand in front of him respectfully. Seira gave him a confused look. "But Ojiisan sent me to see Arashi San."

And it was like the temperature dropped ten fold as he looked at her in shock. "S-Squalo!? Uhm..." He tapped the guards shoulder who was beside him and pointed behind himself. "G-Go inform Arashi Dono right away."

Seira smiled and looked at him with a thankful expression. "Arigatou~" Maybe she wasn't fully aware, but her relationship with Squalo made her pretty powerful.

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[ARASHI ARCA]

		I HOWL... FOR THE TERROR THAT WILL SOON BEGIN...
Arashi was basically on the end of his patience with the Italians. He was Italian himself, well half-Italian, but still. He was getting frustrated that nobody knew anything. Of course, he'd be rerouted to the hospital where several members of the Venician police were in - with broken bones and babbling about a lolita and dolls. Apparently, Sayomi had paid them a visit when they'd arrested the rest of her family. It made it loads more difficult, at the very least. Arashi leaned back in his chain, fingers tapping angrily against his desk - which for once was actually cleared off of paperwork besides what he actually needed as he flipped through a folder with photos of a murder scene in Venice, as well as the forensic reports. "So. You're telling me that you arrested a group of teenagers...questioned them without a lawyer and or their legal guardian present? Only one of them was actually over the age of eighteen. I also just went over the forensics report that allowed you to bring them in the first place...there is absolutely nothing here that ties them to it at all," he was half-snarling at this point. "Yes, you dumbass. I actually /do/ have a forensics degree. I also have one in law - and I've gone over Italian law several times - it's not much different from the Americans at this point. And your police department have broken several at this point. Illegally questioning minors without a guardian present, a shoddy search warrant for their residence, arrest warrant and also an incorrect forensics report that looks like to me somebody is trying to pin it on those teenagers. And I received the security tapes from the homeowner - Alessandro Riva and your men never read them their rights. Anything they would have said in interrogation can't be used against them." He glanced up, seeing one of his men standing in his doorway, looking nervous and he switched to Japanese, barking out an angry "What!?" before the man squeaked out something about Squalo-dono sending his granddaughter to see him. Or something. Arashi's eyes narrowed considerably as he snarled something about idiot sharks - Squalo - not knowing when was a good time to send his lovely grandchildren his way. He'd /told/ him he was busy this week! He waved his hand towards his box wolf sitting on the lovely leather couch in the room to go fetch her and show her to his office. Kuroshi, Arashi's box Sky Wolf was a massive creature and by this point in time, had even grown larger than Bester before him. He yawned, stretched his long limbs as he padded out the door and towards the entrance of HQ. By the time the doors were open to admit Squalo's granddaughter, Kuroshi was already there and waiting. He was probably the size of pony - several people had made the attempt to ride him before and it hadn't ended well. He padded lightly over to the woman and began herding her in the direction he wanted. He reentered the office, moved passed the couch this time and instead stepped up onto a window seat to lay back down. Arashi had turned around in his chair, facing the large window with a lovely view of the forest and the ocean beyond it, catching the man bolt from the doorway before he went back to his conversation. "Now, listen...I've also gone through your chief of police's bank records - don't worry about how I did that...but there's a deposit of twenty-five thousand euros in his account from an unknown source...if you don't find that man right this second, I will literally rip your intestines out and strangle you with them! Now, I have other business to attend to...you better find out who pinned it on that group...or else!" he snapped, slamming the phone down on the hook as he looked at Kuroshi for a moment, patting him on the head and toss him a treat before turning around to face Seira, switching back to Japanese. "Please, sit. I could have swore I told Squalo to wait a few days before sending you...but the bastard never listens in the first place, I suppose..." He closed the folder that had some rather gory pictures in it and placed it in one of his desk drawers before propping his feet up on the now cleared desk. "He tells me that you need fixed...what, pray tell, is the problem?" He sounded annoyed for the most part, but that could be attributed to the fact that he was just on the phone with the Italians.
Words: 771 Tags: Sei Notes: Arashi's not happy
SHADOW DANCER of BACK TO NEVERLAND

[SEIRA AKIYAMA]

why do they thirst for blood
like a monster?

Seira nodded respectfully as the guard now led her to the doors of Varia's Head Quarters. She hopped along behind him as they reached the doors, and she gazed curiously at the wood as the door opened. Though when the door was opened, instead of being met by a butler or Arashi himself, she was met by a wolf. She looked down confused at the animal, then back up at the guard who stood there. But he just gestured her to enter. The Guest stepped in and gingerly began to follow the wolf as it led her down the halls of HQ, until she came upon Arashi's office.

And as she heard the conversation that was happening behind the turned chair, she gulped. He was speaking italian to someone and saying some heated things. Strangle him ... w- with intestines? She shuddered, suddenly feeling cold. And when the boss slammed the phone down on the receiver she jumped, feeling her heart skip several beats. So she could gather from the first few seconds that she met the man ...

That he was scary.

As he told her to please sit, she complied immediately almost tripping on her feet as she rushed to the chair and sat. She decided messing with him wasn't a option. And though she felt she should say something as he called her grandpa a bastard, she decided against it. Especially since he was right about her grandpa not really listening.

Though when he mentions that her Ojiisan said she needs fixing, she looks on at the man confused. "W-what? He just told m-me to meet with you A-arashi San. What fix-" Then the facts hit her mind. The Varia, Squalo's constant anger at the fact she wouldn't kill anything. "Ohhh, I get it now. He sent me here so you could teach me how to kill. But ..." She shook her head and smiled. "I already thought I cleared it with him. I don't  wanna kill." She have Arashi a innocent look. Even though this girl had the blood of The Shark in her, she was nothing like that man. She couldn't kill something! That was too much for her to her to handle.

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