Choco Berry Posted April 8, 2015 Share Posted April 8, 2015 Case 01: Higashi Chaya Gai Operation Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. and Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. The Geisha community has been long abolished but an underground group simply called X have decided to reinvent and relieve the district's vibrancy. And so to say, the perfect location to revive the Geisha era is in Kanazawa. The Higashi Chaya District is the biggest of the four chaya (Geisha) districts in Kanazawa. The X group had made the city's tourism overwhelmingy successful that it had became another legal business in the country. It seems a yet another unsuspecting cultural revival but that was just the facade of it all. As unquestioning as it may seem, the geisha houses offers a "freebie" on whoever avails their special X promo. A single pill that will change their experience and will definitely add bliss during their stay in the chaya. The Pill-X A plain white pill with an X mark on either side. It's so small you'd think it's harmless once taken. But Pill X is what its inventors say a 'revolutionary drug' ever made in history. The certain drug plays a big role in the sex industry in Japan. Sure, people can just use rohypnol or MDMA for the enhancement of sexual pleasure. But Pill-X can outmatch the benefits given by the said drugs. It has a much higher psychoactive effects of creates euphoria, hallucinations and enhanced sensation, specifically the sexual senses. It could be like any other sex drugs but Pill-X, much to the developer's surprise have a very high toxic side-effect. After a few hours of bliss and euphoria, the user will experience blurred vision that leads to temporary loss of sight but doesn't have a reassurance of ever returning to normal, loss of appetite then afterwards, coughing up blood and then a high probability of death. The Kanazawa Intelligence Unit was called forth to investigate the said drug trade in the hearth of the Geisha district, bust the illegal drug operations and to stop putting the entertainer's and other people's life from sure death. Name: Kurosaki, Hajime Age: 28 Height: 6'1" Weight: 55kg Hair color: Dark ash Eye color: Blue Orientation: secretly gay Position: Seke Likes: Reading, listening to classical music, black coffee, spending solitary alone, prefers working by himself Dislikes: Noisy people/surroundings, being interrupted at work, irritating newsmen Kink/s: Light bondage including handcuffs and blindfolds, high heels Others: Have 3 piercings on left ear and a wound from his operation on his left elbow. Background: Hajime was once in the police force but then he got injured by a gunshot on his left arm leaving it to have a very limited movement. Having such injury, he decided to join the investigative force instead so he could still be of service. Hajime lives in an apartment on his own where the company had leased to him with a lower interest. The place isn't much but he had learned to like it. He had a sister but died because of an accident. The forensics showed otherwise that it wasn't an accident at all and she was poisoned. Now Hajime promised himself to find those who killed her sister and make them pay for what they've done. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted April 8, 2015 Share Posted April 8, 2015 [table=width: 450, class: grid, align: center] [tr] [td]Alias: Ren 蓮[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Age: 25[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Height: 5'6"[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Weight: 51kg[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Hair Color: Black[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Eye Color: Gray[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Nationality: American[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Position: Dominant Seke[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Likes: ✔ Being proven right, especially during a heated argument. ✔ Using technology, fiddling with it and making it work the way he wants it to. Just like people. ✔ Cats, even if he would never own one himself. ✔ Intelligent conversations and witty banter. ✔ Heavy flirtation. ✔ His own line of work. ✔ Success.[/td][/tr] [tr] [td]Dislikes: ✘ Making mistakes, and cleaning up the mistakes of others. ✘ Smokers, alcoholics and drug addicts; criminals. ✘ Being thought of as "lesser", and being disrespected. ✘ Pointless and bland sex. ✘ Wasting time, especially with small talk. ✘ Children.[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Kinks: Marking, biting, hair pulling, both rough and gentle sex; Bondage, crossdressing, voyeurism.[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Other: The only time he wears something other than his suit is at home; he always keeps it unbuttoned, and if his tie happens to come loose on its own, there is little effort made to fix it.[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Work History: Graduating college with an impressively quick and easy "4-year" degree in Criminal Psychology, Justice, and a minor in Japanese Language & Literature, Alexander-- now known commonly as "Ren"-- left for Japan the very moment he got out, gathering all the savings he had made to find a decent apartment in Kanazawa. To his family and to many others, it seemed like an impulsive and incredibly selfish thing to do, but the only thing that Ren wanted was to leave the fucking country and get as far away as possible. His knowledge of Japanese kanji and vocabulary rivaled even natives, and it came as a surprise to all of the people he spoke to. When he finally, after 5 years of living in the country and picking up odd jobs, got his citizenship on his 25th birthday, Kanazawa Investigative Force hired him almost on the spot. Because of the lowered interest on one of their offered apartments, Ren decided soon after to move out of his old place and into a newer and far better one.[/td] [/tr] [tr] [td]Personal History: Born to a poor, less privileged family in the lower ends of New York City, Ren's life was a living hell, day in and day out. Even as a young child, he had an intellect far surpassing that of his peers, and after skipping several grades, he became an obvious target for the older boys, each weighing and standing at about two to three times his size. They stepped on him, disrespected him, beaten him, and if he were any stronger, he would have retaliated and killed them in borderline self-defense. But he wasn't; no matter how smart he was, or how clever, he couldn't block the painful blows to his abdomen, or the punches aimed towards his face. They would never stop. Never. And it was only then, when he was forced to spend the night curled up and broken on the floor of an empty school building, that he finally promised himself that he wouldn't be put in the same situation ever, ever again. His intelligence may not be able to take the place of strength, but if he trained his mind hard enough, then maybe, just maybe, strength wouldn't come into play at all.[/td] [/tr] [/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choco Berry Posted April 8, 2015 Author Share Posted April 8, 2015 [table=width: 500, align: center] [tr] [td] It was the 15th of December. It had started snowing and Kurosaki, Hajime, a 28 year-old man who works as a detective for the Kanazawa Intelligence Unit walked through the halls of the headquarters. His blue eyes, which had started to fade along with the dullness of his surroundings, were focused in one direction as he made his way to the Lieutenant's office. Faint voices of men from the distance, tapping of shoes against the white marble floor and, as usual, a number of phone calls were the only ones you'll hear from this dull, colorless workplace. Even he himself could blend into this dullness with his stark white shirt with sleeves that were neatly rolled to the hilt of his elbow, the black pants and those overly formal-looking dark blue tie. The only thing that he finds colorful were the mandatory decorations put on the walls and on the edges of the work cubicles for Christmas. Maybe it's the snow that comes with it, but Hajime's heart had been cold enough to even feel the season. Hajime was once part of the police force, but then he got shot on his left arm during action that had him a limited arm movements after the operation. To gain his self-respect back, Hajime decided to transfer to the investigative side of the force to still be of service. Only then he had found himself stuck with a bunch of snotty police men who acts like office workers who wouldn't even lift their butts off their chairs. It was ugly. Hajime didn't expect himself to be working with these kinds of people. Hajime stood at the glass door of the lieutenant's office, recalling why he's being summoned. And it struck him. Right. The newbie that they hired yesterday. Right on the spot! And Kanazawa Intelligence Unit doesn't do that to most of their applicants. This guy must have a really good background to be hired immediately like that. Also, there were rumors that the guy is half Japanese, but according to his record that Hajime even bothered to look over, he clearly is an American. Hajime knocked twice against the glass door before entering. There were two figures on the small conference table; both sitting adjacent to each other. He nodded at the more familiar face, Lt. Hanna Sawada who, in exchange has nodded to him as well before gesturing to join them. The other figure, who had the blackest hair he had ever seen, turned his head towards Hajime's direction along with those sharp, grey eyes. Alexander Stark. Hajime is fluent in speaking English but he's not overly fond of remembering English names. Thank goodness, the man had decided to use an alias that's as pretty as his Caucasian face. Reaching a hand out, the blue-eyed detective introduced himself to the man in fluent English. "It's very nice to meet you. I'm Detective Kurosaki, Hajime." the smile on his lips was short, casual and forced. [/td] [/tr] [/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted April 8, 2015 Share Posted April 8, 2015 When Ren was a young boy, only about 10 or 11, his parents took him in to a building to get his IQ tested. It was a rainy, cold, and awful day, as if it were setting the mood for something terrible to happen, like the murder that Ren so desperately wanted to commit. He has never been a particularly violent person, but after being dragged through hell and back and being constantly forced to do the things he doesn't want to do, it's only natural that he would desire a time to retaliate. He remembers the way the people there stared straight through him, not seeing the child on the surface, but only his above average intelligence, as if that was all that really mattered. They reminded him briefly of his school teachers, with their stuck up mannerisms and judgmental attitudes, always seeming to ask him "Did you get your homework done?" instead of a simple "How are you?". It didn't take long for Ren to realize, even at his age, that they just didn't care. Nobody did, really. He was just another face in a group of hundreds of other children, only separated and isolated by the quickly determined label of "smart". He has been on his own since day one. He studies on his own, he learns on his own, and if someone were to get in his way, he pushed them aside, because he had no time to waste for such petty human beings. An intelligence quotient meant nothing to him, and even though it was high enough for him to join Mensa, he was smart enough to know that a number such as that only came with expectations upon expectations and people who forgot to think of him, rather than the brain that everyone so obviously cherished. Of course, there was still that one group of children from high school who so obviously didn't cherish it, finding it a fair excuse to beat the fuck out of him for it everyday, but it's clear that they aren't even worth mentioning at this point. The only solution that Ren could find was to escape them all and start over entirely, with new people, a new name, and a whole new language to immerse himself in. He has been self-teaching himself Japanese since he was four years old; the only logical place to go was Japan, and since he was already culturally obsessed with the country, he was more than happy to spend the entire rest of his life there and leave everything behind, including his parents. If they had any money to their name, they would have cut him off from it, just like they cut him off from ever talking to them again-- not like he wanted to, anyway. If he did, he would have to use English and listen to them rant and rant and rant about his selfish use of intellect that they passed so lovingly down to him; it was increasingly obvious that all they wanted was for him to stay home and find a well paying job so that they could leech money off of him, the assholes. Being forced to wait the mandatory five years before being able to acquire citizenship, Ren occupied himself in a run down apartment with learning new Kanji, and when he needed to go outside and work to pay rent, he took up whatever job was being offered at the time, making it clear to his employers that yes, he knew Japanese, and no, he wasn't just another one of those American idiots that passed through, looking for drugs and women to appease their disgustingly large sex drive. Ren almost did the same, except with a burly Japanese man who was far too obsessed with the idea of fucking such a "good- looking American", touching him in every place that he could reach without an ounce of self-control. Ren broke his fingers, and called him every bad, insulting name in the Japanese dictionary-- And then he was fired. Oh, well. Ren couldn't say it wasn't worth it, because no matter how strong the attraction was (and it wasn't strong at all), he wouldn't let himself resort to a casual fuck-- especially if he was going to be pushed into playing the innocent bottom, taking it up the ass with the expectation that he will forget about it the next day. That was the last job he ever had to work before being granted his citizenship; now his college degrees could finally come into play, with the Kanazawa Intelligence Unit. His resume must have been impressive to them, to be hired the exact moment he passed it over; it didn't contain much other than his grades from college and high school, each going a tiny bit over a 4.0, and his degrees, but he supposed that was better than most people nowadays. Ren had to type it out fully in Japanese and Katakana, and have much of his records transferred over from New York. It was a long and painful process, but, unlike the job from before, it was very much worth it. __________________________________________________ ____________________________ On the day after he was hired, they called him into an office. It was neither very large nor very small; it had four walls, a glass door, and a conference table, and Ren supposed that was all that was really necessary for a room to be considered a suitable office. Hanna Suwada introduced herself to him then as a lieutenant in the force, and he shook her hand briefly and professionally, noticing her beautiful features as something other than merely Japanese. Was she half American, then? He couldn't help but stare at her, gray eyes considerate and bright, while taking his seat. "Coffee?" she asked him, in English, voice somehow both gentle like a lady while still containing the hardness required for a person held in a high position. He waved his hand and declined her offer politely, making sure to respond fluently in Japanese so that she would realize he was more than comfortable speaking it. She smiled at him then, almost as if she approved, and took a seat across from him. Time ticked by in silence, and Ren supposed that they were waiting on someone before they could begin. Two knocks sounded the arrival of a man, dressed in a suit that could rival even Ren's own, and without even thinking, he adjusted his tie, the soft material tightening further around his neck. Blue eyes stared into sharp gray ones, and in the back of his mind, Ren felt the beginning of a certain kind of attraction forming. He shoved it further into the shadows of his mind, and offered the guy a slightly polite, albeit predatory smile, in which it was returned with even more force. "It's very nice to meet you. I'm Detective Kurosaki, Hajime." Now, it didn't look like he was happy to meet him at all. The words spoken were very distinctly English, at a perhaps more advanced level than Suwada's own, and Ren grew amused at the thought of them not realizing he spoke the native language, despite holding Japanese citizenship. Instead of speaking back to him like Ren did with the woman, he decided to just screw with the guy to see what will happen. "Ah, you speak English," he said, reaching over to firmly grasp the hand that was offered to him. There was a lot to be said in a handshake-- if your grip was too strong, or too weak, then it said negative things about your personality. The other man had a grip that was just right. "Fluently, too. It is very nice to meet you, and I would offer you my name, but I suppose you already know it, don't you?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Choco Berry Posted April 13, 2015 Author Share Posted April 13, 2015 [table=width: 500, align: center] [tr] [td]Hajime wasn't shaken by the fact that the newly hired Junior Investigator as a top notch student since he himself was a top student during his time. His grades were all above average and excelled in every subject during his high school and first year university days, not to mention his exceptional performance in extra curricular activities. Hajime was a bright student without a doubt. It wasn't all that perfect. Hajime and her sister Nobuko are both orphans as their parents both died in a car accident. It was their 20th wedding anniversary and the two were off for a vacation when the accident happened. Since then, Hajime learned to become independent at a young age. Even if his aunt had accepted them in their household, the young man still strive to make a living while being in the university. His life should have been perfect and quiet but an incident made him change his life's course to a detour. His sister was found dead inside her boyfriend's apartment two years after their parents died. The forensics showed results of an accident but to Hajime, it doesn't look like an accident at all. He wanted to continue the investigation but the local police said that they'll be closing the case. He felt weak, powerless. He blamed everything for being young and not being able to take control of the situation. This was the main reason why Hajime had pursued his career path as a criminal investigator. All he ever wanted was to find who is responsible for his sister's death and let the law punish them. It was three years after that he had graduated from the university and, like Rei, he also got accepted immediately in the Kanazawa Investigative Force. It was his first big break that he had found who's responsible for his sister's death. Hajime's superiors could never be more impressed by this and, as the word spread fast, he had gained notoriety as the youngest, most successful detective in the district. And now it seems this new young fellow holding his hand to shake, who will work under his wings is going to take that. As if Hajime will let this American take that title which he had worked so hard for just snag it away from him. For Kurosaki Hajime, Alexander Stark is nothing but a competition. "Ah, you speak English. Fluently, too! It is very nice to meet you, and I would offer you my name but I suppose you already know it, don't you?" Those sharp grey eyes pierced through him and lingered that left him shivers under his skin. Those gaze, along with that grip, were so intense, Hajime thought he could delve in them forever. Okay, so maybe not just as Hajime's competition. Alexander Stark is very attractive in every way possible. Those eyes; Hajime's favorite part, those pointy nose and curved lips made of mischief and sweet words align all so perfectly to make such a handsome face. Before he could think of anything inappropriate at this time of the day, he forced another smile, this time he made sure his eyes went with it. "Indeed. Mr. Alexander Stark. How could I not know? Your records are very impressive. I must say you are a promising addition to our group. I would like to formally welcome you here." he spoke, still having a conversation in the foreign language. He took his hands back and bowed gently before doing the same to his superior. "I apologize for being late Lieutenant Sawada." The woman raised her hand and invited the man to sit with them. "I'm glad you're finally here, Detective Kurosaki." she said, shifting the conversation back to their native tongue. Handing a brown envelope that's identical to what was laid in front of the other guy, he gladly accepted it and sat next to Stark. Not only is he handsome but this new person smells so nice, too. He took a short whiff, breathing deeply before opening the envelope. Intoxicating. Was it musk with a very small hint of lavender? Ah. Wanting to avert his attention to the man, his gaze dropped down and through the glass tabletop, he noticed Hanna wearing a shiny, black stiletto. Louboutins. Seems new. It was easy to spot since the woman is wearing a skirt for once. Probably to flaunt them. Sigh, women. Hajime examined it further and smiled to himself, trying to hide his prying eyes from the shoes. Hajime is in fact have a strange fetish with high heels. Wearing them gives him the high he could never have from anything else. Not even in sex. When he wears them in the confines of his house, he strangely feel vulnerable, yet at the same time, powerful. It's something that he'd never be while he's out in the field. It's always 'be strong' and 'take charge' during missions. Hajime longed for being weak in such a way. Probably being dominated. It must be weird, but for the blue-eyed male, it's something that fulfills his 'other' needs. Of course no one knows about it but him. He has a growing collection of high heels; from pumps, wedge, boots, high-heeled sandals. But his favorite is the exact same pair that Hanna is wearing right now. It had cost him almost a fortune to get those but it was all worth it-- the price and of course, the pain in wearing them. "This is the report we got from the geisha district. Alexander here will work under your wing from now on, Kurosaki-san. I hope you two get along well for you will be working with this new project." Sawada said, both looking at the men before her. He clasped her hands, fingers with bare but delicately manicured nails entwined each other. "We don't have any concern about the businesses in the area, however, the Pill X is what we're after." she spoke as if she had memorized everything that was inside the report and Hajime flipped through the pages reading the bullet points of the operation, finally averting his thoughts from the shoes and back to work. A sly smirk played on his lips as he continues to read through, waiting for Hanna to finish speaking. As soon as she took a pause and asked for questions, Hajime raised his hand first. "It's a buy-bust operation. But can we be creative and actually pose as a client and customer to actually have easy access on the drug itself?" he said and Hanna blinked from the suggestion. "Are you suggesting one of you should dress up as a--" "An entertainer. A geisha." Hajime finished. "I'm thinking it would be the most believable tactic to get our hands with the drug itself." He looked to his right with a smile, hoping the man would agree to his suggestion. He could not afford for any protests going for this newbie. Hajime will definitely won't let Alexander take control. Hanna brought her closed hand close to her lips. "I don't think we should let Alexander cross dress for his first operation." Chuckling and shrugging his shoulders, Hajime eased his back against the backseat of the chair. "I'm willing to dress up for the job. It'll be..." he paused to think for the appropriate word. "Exciting." [/td] [/tr] [/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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