Still, he was only distracting himself while he waited for the rest of the Slasher leadership to show up.
An eye shifted to the clock, they should be here any minute now.
With a sigh he thought about the situation, and despite all the crap he couldn't help but smile about it all. Every second he thought about it, the less he gave a shit. He knew he was going to have to step down and hand leadership to some one, and until yesterday it looked like Sanada would be the one to take the reigns of power, which would have basically damned the gang. Stupid fuck didn't have a clue. Knowing him, he'd probably start a turf war with the Yakuza, and he didn't need to be a genius to figure out how that would of ended.
A creak at the top of the steps grabbed his attention. Catching a glimps of Natasha trying to stay out of sight, he sighed. Girl'd been skittish all night, probably thought he was pissed at her. He wasn't, and having one of his few friends acting like a rat in a cat show was getting fucking annoying.
"Tash, quit skulking around and get yer ass down here." he growled in exasperation.
Natasha slowly walked down, head held up but her eyes everywhere but on him. He waited until she took one of the other chairs in front of the television before tuning back into the show.
"Gundamn wing, again?" she said after a time, "Y'know, it ain't really yaoi..."
"It's a boy band in mecha." he countered, "What else could it be?"
She rolled her eyes. Arguing the point wasn't going to change a thing with Yamada, and truthfully she didn't really care. She was nervous, all jittery, and slightly apprehensive about the upcoming Gangsta meeting. She just didn't have a clue how the others would take Ranma's power play.
"When are these guys suppose to show?"
Yamada spared the clock another look, before turning back to the TV.
"Soon. Just hope Saotome knows when ta show."
Natasha snorted, "Far as we know, guy's already here." she eyed the empty living room, a little paranoid.
He shrugged, "Who knows."
Both heads turned at a rap on the door.
"Get it, Tash." Yamada ordered. He may be losing control, but until Ranma took over he was still the boss. Better enjoy the perks while he still had them.
Without complaint the girl opened in the door, she recognized the Gangsta immediately as one of Yamada's commanders. Kyo. While he wasn't large, he was built like a refrigerator. It was easy to tell with all the streaming muscles that the guy had a strength hang up, hell his own name being a dead give away. Not that anyone believed it was his real name, it's just what he demanded they all call him.
Kyo was a hard ass, that was for sure. Grew up in an orphanage until he was 13, then he moved out on the streets. Man was self made, hard, and quick tempered. Starting off as a soldier, he built himself up through sheer brute strength and force of will. He was rude, impulsive, but if you proved you had some kind of backbone he'd lay off. Real Darwinian prick!
Kyo grunted at the girl, moving around in a show of respect before entering the living room. If he didn't respect her, he'd of just pushed his way through, it was a good sign in her book.
"Yamada." he grunted, "What's the stitch?"
"New boss, new rules, new payment plan." Yamada shrugged.
Kyo raised an eyebrow at that. "Rumors say limp-dick Sanada got tossed out a window, take it he ain't the new boss?" he didn't like Sanada. The guy was hard, to be sure, and worthy of a little respect, but his little attempt to rape some one he respected far more had spread like wild fire. It only added insult to injury when he got thrown out a window butt ass naked in front of most of the gang, a real disgrace.
"Hell no." Yamada snorted.
"This 'leader' got a name?" Rumor through the grapevine had already given him a name, Ranma Saotome. That fool was hard, powerful, but he always thought the kid was a goody-goody, so he just wanted to make sure.
"Ranma Saotome." Natasha offered helpfully.
Kyo grunted, taking a seat. "Hard core, fucking hard core."
He smirked. The kid was strong, and that was practically the only thing he respected. If the kid wanted a shot at the top, well, he'd need to make sure he was up for the job. If the kid was capable of everything he heard people harp about, he'd gladly follow that fool into the depths of hell.
Yamada grinned, before glaring at Natasha. "What the fuck? I ain't in the habit of airing out the neighborhood! Close the fucking door next time!"
Natasha's eyes widened. Shit! She had zoned out there listening to them. She moved to close the door, but quickly found it pushed back open as a tall lanky looking youth who's only facial expressions tended to be angry, very angry, and totally pissed off entered.
Frankly, Yamada couldn't blame the guy. He was a Japanese Korean who'd been treated like crap his entire life before finally turning to the streets for a place to belong. He could never even think of getting into a group like those ultra-nationalist Yakuza dickheads, so he turned to the street gangs. He was a bit of a power freak, but was loyal to the end. Kenji was a good guy, as long as you didn't snub your nose at him and could look past his hair-trigger temper.
Right behind him another guy, who he immediately realized was Yajiro, came strolling on up. Yajiro was a paradox, the absolute last person you'd expect to be in a gang. He was skinny as a rail, squeamish when confronted with direct physical violence, anti-social as fuck, and was quite the little otaku. Most people would think a person like him would stick to some stupid club at high school or something, but that wasn't something Yajiro enjoyed in the least bit.
He also had the distinct honor of being the Slashers' defacto mad scientist, and had joined the gang for two things. Respect and pussy, not the desire for a sense of belonging. The boy's mind was sharp as a razor, and while not really cut out for the gangsta life, invaluable to the gang in whole. He could do chemistry in his sleep, hack computers, was a mechanical genius, and had a near encyclopedic knowledge of small unit tactics. The twisted little bastard had even translated the Anarchists Cook Book from English to Japanese! Now how cool was that!
Kenji gave Natasha a nod in greeting, his ever-scowl present as he joined Yamada and Kyo in the living room.
Yajiro hung back abit, giving the girl a light smile, "Heard about last night, Natty-chan."
Natasha flushed angrily. Damn word traveled fast!
"Heh." he surprised her with a arm around her shoulder, pulling her close, "Just glad you're all right."
Yamada eyed the little touchy feely moment by the door with a slight smile. Despite the kid's bravado and anti-social attitude, Yajiro was really a decent person. He wasn't loyal to the gang, not in a direct sense, but rather loyal to the short list of members he considered friend, and Yamada was just happy to be on that list.
"Thanks." she said with a little grin.
"Heh." Yajiro pulled back a little, "Sanada better start checking his mail in body armor."
Everyone in the room shared a dark chuckle at that, even Kenji. Yajiro was never one to joke around with a threat, he almost never made them, but when he did he'd always deliver.
"For fuck sake." Kenji scowled when it looked like Yajiro was going to fish for another hug, "Enough of the fuckin' warm fuzzy moments." he finished in a snarl.
Yajiro rolled his eyes, breaking away from Natasha and walking into the living room. "Bah! Sit down and relax man, we don't want you having a stroke on his." he grinned some then, throwing in another barb, "Recommend you cut down on all the salt and get some anger management courses before you give yourself a heart attack."
"Why you little..."
"Sit down, and fucking chill!" Yamada roared to the two arguing officers.
It was no secret that Yajiro liked to fuck with people. Usually the kid knew how to keep things from going too far, but Kenji on the other hand, he took everything personally. Last thing he needed was for Kenji to lose his cool, and for Yajiro to whip out one of his home made tear-gas grenades in his living room.
Yajiro smiled and fell back into a chair. "No problem, chief. Just giving Ken a few health tips," he glanced over and smiled at Kenji, "Really, you do need to relax before you stroke out one of these days."
"Fuck you, dork."
"Oh," Yajiro replied with a fanfare, "Did you just think of that insult, or did you spend all last night coming up with it?"
"That's it! I'll kick yer fuckin' ass!"
Kenji leapt from his chair. In a flash Yajiro was one his feet, and flipped some weapon out another out of his coat sleeve. Thankfully though, Kenji was caught by Natasha and Kyo before he could do anything stupid.
"Yajiro, what the fuck is that?" Yamada growled at the teen. Knowing the Poindexter, it was probably explosive or chemical, and defiantly not something you'd want to go up in your house. The kid was a walking armory of strange weapons.
"Oh!" Yajiro squeaked in his most otaku like fashion. "You mean I didn't tell you about it?"
Yamada groaned. He had a new toy. Oh fuckin' joy. Whenever he came up with some new invention or got a new piece of equipment, he'd never shut up about it. Little prick could go on for hours describing every fine little detail.
"What is it?" Natasha asked her eyes glued to the little box in the kid's hand. While she had the same level of disdain for Yajiro's new toys most of the time, if the aforementioned object was built to cause pain and mayhem, she was more than interested.
"This is my new Stun Master 750,000 volt Stun Gun! All I need to do with this little puppy is touch someone and they're on their ass for hours, totally helpless and unable to protect themselves against my righteous vengeance!!"
Yamada rolled his eyes. And here comes the maniacal laughing.
"Bahahahaha!"
Right on key.
"Oh my god... he has ANOTHER toy?!?!" a tough, but miserable voice from the door caught Yamada's attention.
That miserable cry had come from Ryu. Ryu was from the other side of the district, away from the so called 'wrecking crew', more used to dealing with that violet-haired wrecking ball, Nuku-Nuku. Left the man damn paranoid too, not that you couldn't blame him. Sure, Ranma could be destructive but at least he didn't have attack helicopters after his ass blowing shit up. That would fuck up anyone's sense of cool.
It really didn't surprise Yamada one bit that he'd be disdainful of Yajiro's new toy. He was nervous around anything that involved chemicals, electric shocks, explosives, or other potential random hazards, and will all the dangerous crap the kid like to lug around, it was no wonder he was edgy.
Standing beside Ryu was a man who was both the paranoid gangasta's polar opposite and his best friend, Jubei.
Jubei was a first class weirdo and a bit of a mystery. He claimed to be a ronin, and when ever he was asked about his past he'd slip into a history lecture to avoid the subject. He was a bit of a sword and samurai freak, and carried a real blade where ever he went. He reminded everyone of that loon Kuno, but fortunately he had a full grasp on reality abet an excentric one.
Still, Yamada had to give him credit. Jubei never lost his cool. It was almost impossible to get him to react to anything. He always had that totally cool and collected flat affect. Man was like a fucking stone, hard and cold. Badass too. Give him a sword, kendo stick, bokken, or anything he could weild like a blade and he was like a damn human blender. He was fucking hard core.
"Well speak of the devil!" Natasha cried out, as Sanada, last of the invited officers entered the room
Yamada could not help but grin. Sanada had always been a thug, a charismatic thug, but still a thug. Knowing his crew, the man probably was not going to remain in a leadership position for long, not with a body covered in bandages, a busted nose, and the fact that he was thrown naked out of a second story window to deal with.
"Fuck you, skank," Sanada sneered.
Natasha chuckled darkly. "How's the nose, mummy man?"
He sneered and pulled a knife.
"That's it! I'll cut you bitch"
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