>>20832595Kiyoko looked up as someone spoke. She let her gaze linger, eyes not leaving Cassie. Despite the tears. As Cassie looked her over, she suddenly felt self conscious. Like she was in an interview she didn't know about. As she talked, Kiyoko shuffled to sit on her knees.
>...What...?She mumbled to herself, sniffling. No Yakuza. She had badly hurt one after they had tried to hustle more protection money out of her. But she didn't end it. At least as she remembered. It was fuzzy.
>...Kade?Kiyoko asked, confused, putting two and two together. She listened to Cassie's 'offer.' It wasn't much of one. At least from her end. She gasped as Cassie pulled her to her feet.
>...Fine. I'll join the dojo...Kiyoko nodded. She quickly imagined tearing Cassie's throat apart with a knife but brushed the thought aside. Kiyoko was released. She took a deep breath. This was an odd situation.
>...Thanks...I guess...Please have someone watch my bookstore. I'll do what you want...I shouldn't have to...don't tell anyone what I did...Kiyoko said softly, staring at the ground. Men in suits came and shuffled her off again, out of the club. To the car. To the dojo.
