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I got some catching up to do, day 8 is late, day 9 will be immediately after this story is done, and then I'll work on day 10 tomorrow.
Anyway, day 8 is Mafia. Obviously I'm going to incorporate the nyakuza into this.
If you wanna read the previous days, they're up on the rentry I created specifically for this. https://rentry.org/sggoi
As per usual, enjoy. Any criticisms or things you thought could be improved are welcomed.
>Your 'business' has been going well
>You've been running the town for several years
>Small business owners dogeza before you
>Larger corporations bow their heads to you in respect
>Criminals flock to you, trying to make a name for themselves.
>You've been enjoying life's simple pleasures while your underlings worry about the harder stuff
>You're anon, mafia crime boss.
>However, recently you've been getting reports from your underlings
>"A new mafia leader is trying to settle in on my city?"
>You repeat the words your right hand man had told you
>"Y-yes boss" he says, nervously, afraid of incurring your wrath
>You look at him with somewhat of a glare but then you relax a little
>"So does this foolish lad have a name?"
>He looks at you and responds again, in the same nervous tone: "A-actually boss, it's a girl, she's been m-messing up some of our business and even tried to a-arrange a meeting with you."
>You look at him, flabbergasted by what you just heard. A woman had been messing with you?
>You sigh and think on the implications of this, before finally responding back to your right-hand man: "Alright, I'll meet her, tell her to come to our restaurant tomorrow night, she can bring a couple guards with her if she wants."
>The time flies by rather quickly, an uneventful day leads to an eventful evening.
>You're sitting by a table at the restaurant floor.
>Two guards behind you, hands behind their back, suited up with sunglasses to hide their eyes.
>Some of your men are at the top floor, enjoying what the night brings.
>You hear the sounds of tires screeching outside, followed by the sounds of a woman, cussing at what seems to have been her chauffeur.
>The door to the restaurant flies open and a young lady dressed in a suit, sunglasses on her head.
>Is this the woman that's been messing with you?
>Behind her are two large men, which appear to be her guards, however they're both wearing paper mache cat heads.
>Some of your men snicker at the sight of this, you can hear them whispering things like: "That can't be real."
>The girl glares at them and immediately brandishes her gun, shooting some of the grunts that were whispering.
>Everyone else immediately draws their firearms and points them at Shiori and her two bodyguards.
>You raise your hand, commanding them to stand down and then you face the girl.
>"My apologies, some of the men were very rude to your...guards."
>She smiles at you, and speaks in a prim, proper, ladylike tone.
>"It's alright, Anon. Salt and Pepper usually gather attention like that, but they're sweet. Well, sometimes Pepper can be a handful."
>She elbows the guard cat she refers to as 'Pepper', he grunts just a little but proceeds to stand up straight again.
>Shiori takes her seat opposite of you on the table, crossing her leg. Her two cat guards, Salt and Pepper, stand behind her, mirroring your two guards.
>A wide grin appears on her face, it's alluring enough to almost suck you in entirely.
>"I know how people in this town see you, fear, respect, admiration. Where do you think I fall under?"
>Before you move to answer, she quickly leans over and puts her finger on your lip.
>"Why don't we work together Anon? We don't have to be rivals when we can instead be friends, partners, or maybe something more."
>You've been in this business for a while
>You've met plenty of people in life
>This girl however, strikes something in you, is it uncertainty?
>You sigh deeply, then you ask her: "Alright, what exactly are your plans, tell me first and I'll decide then."
>She smiles again, then clicks her fingers.
>Salt behind her, produces a cannister and places it on the table.
>"I have what the people here want, and you have the connections and distribution methods. Of course I could just take them from you, ruin all of your business and sell it myself, but why go through the hassle?"
>You look at the can, on it is the word printed "Shiorium".
>You then look at her and see her gazing into your eyes, her golden eyes displaying an intense fire in them.
>"So Anon, shall we be partners? Shall we call it 'exclusive' even?"
>As those words escape her lips, you catch a glance of a wicked smile.