His Plan, My Execution

Chapter 3: The beast's territory.

Author's Note: WARNING! Strong language. 

The full light, that I didn't even know about is turned on and I have a view on the whole room. Small, dark, 2 chairs, table between and one metalic door. 

The man that stand next to the door is bulky, tall (maybe aroung 6'0). Has long, brown hair tied in a high ponytail. His eyes look like pup's. They are big, droopy and dark brown. This man has very famiar aura around him. He seems kind, gallant but... There is something else, he is...I think resolutely. 

Now I know why he seemed so familiar. My Grandpa was like that as well, he was in the army so he was very disciplinary and stern. But inside he was a true gentleman with a beautiful heart. He reminds me of him. He is scary and intimidating but... I can't hate him even though I suspesct he has killed before. 

He comes up to me searching something in his pockets. He takes a key out and kneels next to me, uncaffs me and looks up to me with a light smile. 

"Good evening Miss Quins. My name is Toshiro Igunashi. I will take care of your needs from now on so if you need anything, please call me." he has a croaky, husky and deep voice. 

He smells of citruswood, pepper and tabacco. He then offers me a hand to stand up and leads me outside of the room. We go up the stairs and I see a small light ray peaking through another pair of door. We walk through and I see that we are in garage.

You'e got to be kidding me. Someone has an interrogation room underneath their garage? Only someone who does a bloody work would need something like that. What a sick idea. 

And whoever lives here is definately loaded. In the garage there are 3 cars: black Range Rover, red Porshe and bright green McLaren. I don't know much about cars but I know those were not cheap. There is also a black, matt Yamaha motorcycle in the corner. That man has no shame! 

We exit the garage and I see a huge entrance to an enormous house. There is also a fountain in front of the entrance leaving enough room for a car driveway. The rooftop is wooden, walls are mostly made of glass but left side, although has top half in glass the lower half is made of wood. The entrance is made of double glass door and so is the right side. You can see the inside of that room. Looks like conference room. 

It has to be a joke! How can he have a conference room in his own house?! That is just too much! And how loaded is he anyway? 

We enter and a smell of leather hit me. I recall my brother who always wore a leather jacket. He never left a house without it. I used to make fun of him but now... I just miss him. I can see a matt, leather black sofa and round, wooden coffee table. There was a door on the left but Toshiro-san put an arm around me to cath my attention and signalise to walk forward. 

1...2...3...4...5...6...7. There are 7 steps to diner with door to the berm, whish is also surounded by glass walls and is linked to the modern kitchen. Seriously. That man is disgusting to live in such luxury brought with dirty money. He even has a traditional japanese, indoor graden with bonsai trees, small bamboos, a small pond and koi fishes. That is just going overboard. 

2 cameras at the entrance, 1 in the corner of the berm and 1 ahead of us in front of the black, wooden double door. I must admit. A glass house has it's perks. 

As I analyse my surroundings planning my escape route, Toshiro-san tightens his grip on my shoulder and clears his throat. Dammit. He realised. 

There is also gym here!?! Not to mention with boxer ring. Holy crap. How loaded is he??? I look at Toshiro-san with disbelief in my eyes. 

"You will be allowed to go to the kitchen, diner, bedroom and gym only. Oyabun-dono's orders" (A/N: 'Oyabun' is the name of the leaders of yakuza and 'dono' is a way to address with respect. Same with '-san') His face was emotionless.

Of course. He will keep me caged here. Dammit. I don't wanna live on that man's dirty money! 

We are now standing in front of the double door. 14 steps. Not that far to be honest. Toshiro-san opens the door and you won't guess what I see. Yep. Another glass wall with berm on the other side. Gosh. Really? There is a double, king size bed on the right side of the room and 2 door on the left. I guess it is a walk in bathroom and wardrobe. Everything is kept in the same colour theme of Denim (dark cobalt), black and silver. Nice combo. 

"Excuse me sir. Can I call you Toshiro-san?"

"Of course Quins-san. You know Japanese?" He sounded a bit suprised. 

I can speak fluently in 3 languages; English, Japanese and Polish. We spoke in English, but I asked him the question in Japanese for his own comfort. 

"Yes. I can speak fluently in Japanese. I just wanted to ask you about this room." 

"Sure. Go ahead. I am here to answer all your questions." he sends a smile my way.

I have to admit that he is handsome. A slender, pale, smooth face with square jawline and high cheekbones. A scar on the arch of his dark, bushy brow. Not to mention his puppy eyes with long and thick lashes. 

"Whose bedroom is it?" I ask pointing at the room. We are still standing in the door. His face went blank again. 

"Oyabun-dono's. He himself ordered to make sure you sleep here." My jaw hit the floor. 

It's gotta be a f*****g joke! He is telling me that the man who brought me, threatened me with a gun and a cut off, frozen f*****g finger, want me to sleep in the same room?! I AM IN THE BEAST'S TERRITORY?!?! God. What have I done to deserve it? We enter the room at this point. 

I sigh, and start to shake with anger and anxiety clutching my throat. 

I knew it. I f*****g knew that he brought me to use me for his own pleasure! "work for me" my ass, asshole! I am no prostitute! Toshiro-san turns me around and looks me straight in the eyes with his puppy eyes. 

"Do you have any more questions?" he asks in a husky and low voice.

I think for a little. To be absolutely honest I don't know if I can comprehend any more for tonight. I've been through too much of a s**t for one night. 

"No, it's alright. I am tired now. I am sorry." I say with apologetic tone. 

"Do I really have to sleep here?" I turn to face Toshiro-san and point at the bed which is on the right side of the room from the entrance.

He nervously rubs his neck with his hand and rolls his eyes to the ceiling. 

"Yes, Quins-san. Oyabun-dono ordered so himself."

I sigh athe sound of last part. Shake my heand and turn to troubled Toshiro-san. 

"Alright. I understand. Thank you. And please call me by my name. We will be siblings anyway. Ach. Now that I mention I think I should call you Aniki." (A/N: 'Aniki' is a repsectful way os saying 'big brother'. In Japan the gang members see themselves as brothers/sisters while the leader is a father figure and his wife, a mother figure - strangely to me they call her 'Anee-san' which means 'older sister -. -) 

Toshiro-san got a little bit tense and nervous. I was afraid that I have offended him for a second but then I notice his flushed ears. It brings a small smile on my lips. 

"I can't do that, Quins-san. Oyabun-dono gave an order to refer to you with respect."

Weird. He brought me to probably use me as his side chick, and orders his men to 'refer to me with respect'? What it that man planning? I squint my eyes in suspicion and my mind drifts away

"Oh, that's right. Oyabun-dono ordered me to pass on a message to you." He looks at me standing tall. I just look at him with raised eyebrows and suprise in my eyes, as I cross my hands on my chest. 

"Miss Quins. I am aware that the minute my man turns around the corner you will try to run away. But I would like to warn you that the house is surrounded by my guards who were ordered to take Inegushi-san, place him in front of you and cut his pinkie, making you watch it. So if I were you, I would choose my next move very wisely." Toshiro-san didn’t even blink an eye, change his tone or exprecion. 

I stood there with my eyes wide open and jaw on the floor. How can that man treat his own people like some f*****g objects? Does he has no remorse? He is a monster! Not to mention to make his man say those f*****g words. An emotionless monster. I just can't f*****g believe that I will live with that thing under the same roof. A house brought with dirty money, stained in blood. It makes me sick thinking about it. 

I wake up from my daze. Holy s**t. How much more am I to take in in one night. I've had enough for today. 

I look at Toshiro-san with slight, sad smile. "Can I ask you to bring me a futon and a room screen?" 

Toshiro-san raises an eyebrow in suprise and simply nods, bows lightly and walks away. (A/N: In Japan there are mainly 3 ways of bowing to show respect: Small head bow - for informal goodbyes, hello or to simply show some respect. 15° - mostly used when greeting or for small goodbye. 45° - used fo apologising or formal greetings/to show huge respect and obedience.)

I give out a deep, loud sigh and turn to bathroom. It has black stone tiles with grey in them and white sink. I have my episode again. I remember how we dreamed of having a bath like that in our own house. I can feel the tear coming up to my eye again. Dammit. 

I hope that guy doesn't kill me for not sleeping in his bed. He did say he wanted me in the same room but he didn't specify where. 

There is a huge triangular bath but I decide to take a shower. 

I was washed today so I just want to rinse my body. I am covered in dry, stinky, sweat after today's events. I tie my platinum, long, wavy hair in a messy bun and take the dress off. I take a quick shower. And walk into the wardrobe with towel covering my body. 

It is enourmus, like the whole house. He even has a comfy chair in the middle of it and only half of his wardrobe is filled. Was it really necessary to even have such a huge, walk-in wardrope? Than man is impossible.

Of course I don't have my own clothes yet, so I decide to take one of his t-shirts. God I just hope he will not kill me for that. I put a simple white t-shirt on. The shirt goes down to my knees. Seriously, how big is that guy?

I go into the room. Turn to berm and open the door to see what is outside. A huge pool, sofa with fireplace in a corner, stairs to the garden and... Sauna? You've got to be kidding me. That is just crossing the line! I walk down the stairs into the garden... Guards... Each 5 meters apart. Dammit. It will be hard to escape. Not to mention the woods all around the mansion and cameras at each corner. Gosh why are the bad ones always loaded? 

I go inside the room again. I see the room screen folded by the wall next to the door and futon on the bed. I put hands on my hips and stand putting most of my weight on one leg. I am trying to figure out how to arrange all of this so that it wouldn't be too much of annoyance or so that I wouldn't be stepped over in my sleep.

I decide to lay the futon facing the door, in front of the bed and the screen between my futon and bed. When I am satisfied with the results, I go under the blanket and lay down slowly trying not to lean on any body parts that are bruised. The task is impossible to do because no matter what I do it hurts like b***h, but I am so tired that the darkness simply takes over me.