He waited patiently as his arm was secured, finally wrapped for the time being against his chest to help with the swelling. It wasn't until Waisu had gone about to offer tea to them that they started getting the rest of the pieces put into place.
Waisu's son, Shimabuku, and his wife, Keiko, had twin daughters. Keiko had fallen ill shortly after the girls' births and passed, leaving Shimabuku and Waisu to care for the girls. Shimabuku had pulled a loan out with the Yamato-Nara in order to help his father with the girls but was unable to pay it back in the timely manner Yamato-Nara wanted. Shimabuku was killed by the Yakuza when the girls were three. Waisu had been trying to raise the girls on his own and rectify the debt his son had made but things just weren't as successful as he hoped it would. So Yamato-Nara took his now five-year-old granddaughters. Where they were now, he had no clue.
Kinn listened to it all, looking almost disinterested in the story. Inwardly, he was flipping back and forth between rage and determination. They could pull this off. The four of them. There were weapons, and he was fairly certain that Yamato-Nara carried a false sense of security considering whose shadow they cowered under. He sipped his tea, thinking it over, plotting as if they already knew where they were. Finally nodding, he lowered his cup.
"I'm sorry, we were not here sooner to help prevent the tragedy to your family," Kinn started. He still sounded rough, but the tea helped and he could manage to ignore the throbbing ache in his arm now that the break was in alignment. "But we will find your granddaughters and return them to you. And Pete is correct, you will be protected by the Theerapanyakul's, now."
"Please forgive me," Waisu said, his eyes still averted. "But I have not heard of you until today. I appreciate the offer, but what can a family do when they have no clout here?"
Kinn looked at the elder man, nodding again. "That is the beauty of surprise. Those who don't know our name will learn very quickly. Mess with what is ours, and they will pay very, very dearly. We do not tolerate those who use children as weapons, and if this is what the families here do? That will change." There was an underlying tone of danger in his voice as Kinn was more than accustomed to being the Voice for the family.
A shuddering sigh came from the little old man slipped from his seat to fall into a Dogeza, forehead touching the floor. "Their names are Rin and Riko, Theerapanyakul-sama."
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Waisu's son, Shimabuku, and his wife, Keiko, had twin daughters. Keiko had fallen ill shortly after the girls' births and passed, leaving Shimabuku and Waisu to care for the girls. Shimabuku had pulled a loan out with the Yamato-Nara in order to help his father with the girls but was unable to pay it back in the timely manner Yamato-Nara wanted. Shimabuku was killed by the Yakuza when the girls were three. Waisu had been trying to raise the girls on his own and rectify the debt his son had made but things just weren't as successful as he hoped it would. So Yamato-Nara took his now five-year-old granddaughters. Where they were now, he had no clue.
Kinn listened to it all, looking almost disinterested in the story. Inwardly, he was flipping back and forth between rage and determination. They could pull this off. The four of them. There were weapons, and he was fairly certain that Yamato-Nara carried a false sense of security considering whose shadow they cowered under. He sipped his tea, thinking it over, plotting as if they already knew where they were. Finally nodding, he lowered his cup.
"I'm sorry, we were not here sooner to help prevent the tragedy to your family," Kinn started. He still sounded rough, but the tea helped and he could manage to ignore the throbbing ache in his arm now that the break was in alignment. "But we will find your granddaughters and return them to you. And Pete is correct, you will be protected by the Theerapanyakul's, now."
"Please forgive me," Waisu said, his eyes still averted. "But I have not heard of you until today. I appreciate the offer, but what can a family do when they have no clout here?"
Kinn looked at the elder man, nodding again. "That is the beauty of surprise. Those who don't know our name will learn very quickly. Mess with what is ours, and they will pay very, very dearly. We do not tolerate those who use children as weapons, and if this is what the families here do? That will change." There was an underlying tone of danger in his voice as Kinn was more than accustomed to being the Voice for the family.
A shuddering sigh came from the little old man slipped from his seat to fall into a Dogeza, forehead touching the floor. "Their names are Rin and Riko, Theerapanyakul-sama."