A thin Doberman pushed through the heavy doors of the establishment, his eyes doing a quick scan before his hand would raise into the air. As his hand raised, an index digit circled, motioning for two other large male canines to sweep the restaurant. Daisuke had been using this establishment for years, and they had never turned up with any problems before, but it was better to be safe then sorry. Once the two male canines gave a head nod, the Doberman turned on his heels to make eye contact with the pair of bulls. “Bring her in.” They would nod and head towards the elevator.

The Doberman moved to the other end, where he would make way for the back entrance, as he never liked to enter the same way twice. He pushed open the door, allowing for the large, male Akita to enter with a few other male canine companions. “All clear, boss.” The Doberman spoke, standing in a well tailored suit. Daisuke's ears twisted a bit, his eyes taking in the restaurant before he turned to look at the Doberman once again. “Where is she?”

The Doberman cleared his throat, tilting his head to the side. “I just sent for her, she'll be here any moment... Now, right this way, sir.” He said, lifting his hand and motioning for the small group to their normal seats. Daisuke took his place upon the large seat, leaning back a moment and giving a fanged grin. “Ah, that's it.” He looked towards a female waitress as she walked by, catching her in the corner of his eyes and giving a gentle nod as she walked by. “The usual?” She would whisper to the male Doberman, who would nod to her in agreement.

There was that familiar ding of the elevator, causing the males in the room to turn their heads. That familiar form of the female Akita could be seen making her way, ignoring the female hostess as she entered, her nose up turned. She was between the two massive bulls, her arms linked around their's as they escorted her to her seat. “Thanks boys...” She said softly, batting her eyes before she turned to meet the eyes of tall, slender Doberman. “Mmmm, it's so nice to see you Richter.” She said, opening her arms for a gentle embrace.

The Doberman hesitated for a moment, swallowing as he wasn't sure how to respond. Only days before he had done the unthinkable, and given in to the female Akita's flirtatious advancements, and now she had him under her thumb. “Come now... I don't bite...” She said, glancing at him in the corner of her eye. He gave a nervous laugh, giving her a gentle embrace before he would take a few steps back and allow the female to head towards her father.

Daisuke lifted his head to take in the sight of his female daughter, his heir. She was beautiful, and she knew it. Long strands of black hair were pulled up into an ornate updo, and pinned in place with a decorative wooden comb. She wore a rather form fitting red dress, it was low cut, exposing the length of her back. The front however left most to be imagined, all except a circular hole that would expose a bit of her cleavage. She went to her father's side, standing beside him as he remained sitting.

She was augmented, her organic left arm was missing and had been replaced with a cybernetic implant. And though she appeared to be rather intimidating, she was very flirtatious and smiled all round towards her father.

“Did you miss me, daddy?” She said, a finger tracing down the side of his muzzle as he reached up to grab her by the waist, pulling her close to him with a low growl. She allowed herself to fall into his lap with a few giggles, his hand smoothing up her inner thigh. “Why must we take two separate cars, father?” She said, almost pouting to him, he halted for a moment, his ears flicking forward. “I must keep you safe...” He said, planting a kiss to her nose and sitting her up right beside him.

She looked up to take in the figure of the female that would bring a large platter of sushi to the table and a mixture of alcoholic beverages. She would almost scowl at this female, and turned to look at her father now as he grabbed chop sticks and placed a bit of sushi into his massive jaws.

His fangs clamped upon the tasty treat, glancing upwards at Richter who was waiting patiently off to the side. He gave a short cough and nodded to Daisuke. “He's on his way up sir.” Richter spoke, looking off to the side now.

The female was silent when this new male made his entrance, a male fox, her blue eyes looking up to glance at him as he came close. She wore a jeweled collar about her neck, obviously very pricey, no doubt a gift from her father. She held a pair of chopsticks in her hands, those well manicured pink claws using the sticks to pluck raw tuna from the platter and bring it into her mouth as she kept her eyes on him.

When he would bow, her ears flicked forward, and she gave a soft smile, those corners of her lips curling upwards into a grin.

“Mr. Murakami. It is an honor to be received by you”

The female kept her smile in place, the two Akitas looking at him before it was the female who would speak.

“The pleasure is all ours...” She said softly, her words and how sensually she spoke them causing her father as well as a few other male canine's in the room to turn and look at her. Richter swallowed, he knew that look all too well.

Daisuke lifted his head and nodded in greeting, his blue orbs glancing down for a moment as he motioned before the empty seat in front of him. “Here, have a seat.” Daisuke's voice was calm, almost cold. “I assume you had a safe journey? No snags?”


The fox couldn’t help but be caught off guard by her voice, not because of the sweet tone that almost made his knees buckle or because of what she had said, but because she had spoken before her father. His thoughts lingered on his suspicion of her role in his securities corporation, and he decided to treat the female and assumed daughter of the Akita like he would treat her father, with measured amounts of respect and courtesy.

Leaning back up from his deep bow, his eyes first caught Daisuke’s before catching the females, returning a little cocky smirk that he was quick to turn into a pleasurable businesslike smile. “Thank you, my lady?” He raised his voice at the end of his statement, making the last phrase sound like a question. He could take a stab in the dark and guess that she was the older male’s daughter, but he didn’t want to appear to be presumptuous so soon in their relationship.

Lan spoke as he sat, responding to Daisuke’s question as he took the offered seat and leaned back into the soft cushioned back like he had taken that same seat hundreds of times before. His heart pounded in his chest and his mind was spinning from the pressure of making this first impression, but none of the hesitation or weariness showed on his bearing.

“I must admit, I was delayed on my travels and feared I would not be able to make our scheduled time. Unrest has grown in the city and protests mixed with rampant vandalism have closed down much of the southern districts transit systems. I hear rumors of a curfew going into effect soon for… select neighborhoods.” He smiled as he spoke, switching his attention from Daisuke to the young and rather dashing female Akita beside him.

“But otherwise, no. No snags.” His eyes lingered on hers for several long seconds, the look on his face pleasant and businesslike but his eyes told another story. His gaze wasn’t one of lust or greed, but of rapt attention, like the eyes of a cat before it pounced on its prey.

“I understand your time is valuable, if I may be so bold I am rather curious as to how I can be of service.” He was happy to talk pleasantries and gossip for as long as the Akita wanted, but from what he had gathered that wasn’t this man’s style. His sources could be wrong, but it was a small gamble and he himself preferred a direct approach to business rather than beating around a bush and trying to play friends.

The scenario was simple, he was here to do a job. This job, regardless of what it was, would open a door that was shut to anyone else looking to climb the ladders of wealth and power working for this man could bring, and he was willing to fight for it. He let some of his determination and confidence shine through in his posture, humbly waiting for either of the Akitas to respond.

Daisuke grinned, those fangs exposed. “Right to the point... I do like that.” Daisuke laughed, pointing at his soon to be business partner with a dark claw, a few rings glittering upon his knuckles as he reached forward and plucked another sushi from the platter. “Have you heard of Tera Tech?” Daisuke said, before he gave another laugh. “Sure you have... Who hasn't.” He gave a shrug.

“The CEO of Tera Tech is a large, obnoxious bear...” He paused a moment to bring another piece of sushi into his mouth.

His female companion would lead in to fill in the blanks as her father spoke. “He's the worst.” She made a sour face. “One time, daddy took me to an art gala, and Boris was there... And he tried to pay me for sex... Can you imagine?” The female shook her head, letting slip that she was in fact Daisuke's daughter. “The nerve, thinking a Murakami would stoop so low a to accept money for sex.” She shrugged, The Doberman in the corner of the large meeting area giving a sideways glance to the side before he cleared his throat.

“His name is Borris Ivanova... As I said... He's big...” Daisuke said before he was interrupted by his daughter as she leaned forward.

“I want you to kill him.” She said, her brows narrowed, those blue eyes fixed on him as she looked at him sternly, Daisuke's eyes widening as he swallowed for a moment and gave a nervous laugh.

“He owes me a bit of money, and hasn't seemed to take me seriously... And with the recent dishonor to my daughter... Well... I'm sure you understand.” He said, glancing to a bottle of sake. “Akira, be a doll and pour daddy some drink...”

She seemed to brighten up almost at once as her father spoke, and she smiled reaching for the large bottle. “Ah, where are my manners...” She stood up for a moment, bottle in hand. “I'm Akira Murakami... But you might of heard of me as Kyr.” She gave a slight giggle, lifting the bottle up a bit. “Would you like some sake? It's daddy's favorite.” She would wait for him to respond, but in the mean time she would bend over slightly, pouring a small shot of sake for her father.


Character is Akira Murakami.
She belongs to me.

The artist is not on furaffinity.