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[ Nishitani kicks open the door once it opens even a crack, letting himself in and looking around the place, whistling and tapping his bat against his shoulder. When he looks back over at Ryouma-- ]

Wait, you're that idiot with the gun!

[ What a small world. ]

[ ryouma is indeed that idiot with the gun both before and at present because if he learned anything from that other time, it's that it's not unreasonable to hang onto it when people come unexpectedly banging on your door.

the door getting kicked in knocks him on his ass, and he crawls/crabwalks/rolls over somehow to get back and away until his back bumps into the low table in the middle of the space. it's not a very dignified maneuver but performing it was a choice. nishitani isn't coming at him (yet), so he's not threatening to shoot like the last time, but he keeps a hold on the weapon anyway.

it's not a very big or a very nice apartment because no one's supposed to see this place because this is where all of ryouma's disorder ends up while he keeps his professional image clean. it's a standard apartment which is to say it's mostly a long rectangle with a window at one end and a door on the other with a tiny kitchen space and the door leading off to a bathroom sandwiched somewhere in between. The only thing he seems to bother taking care of besides his clothes is the sword against the wall beneath the window. he doesn't own pillowcases, but he bought a stand for that.

he's not particularly thrilled that a total stranger is seeing his shit because the only people who have been here are hizen and izō. ]

Yeah, and that's a good way to get shot. You wanna explain what the hell you're doing?

[ he was under the impression this exchange would be civilised because... he can't see a reason for the alternative. he's new at this!! ]

Majima-kun didn't tell you? [ Nishitani could care less about the state of Ryouma's apartment, or the sanctity of his privacy. When someone owes yakuza money, they don't own anything anymore-- the yakuza own it, and the yakuza own them. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, Nishitani gives a pitying shake of his head. ] Money, Ryouma-chan. I'm here for some fucking money, and you're going to pay up one way, [ Nishitani brings the bat off his shoulder, lets the head tap against the floor, the metal a distinct, brutal noise. ] Or another.

So, 100 000 000 yen. How do you want to pay?

No, I know about the money. But this—..?

[ it's fairly obvious what he's referring to. this whole situation. he supposes nishitani wants him to feel some type of way about being threatened – and the use of that particular addition to his name — but ryouma just huffs and rolls his eyes. he's seen too much in his time, and that's not even considering what he's done as a servant. he wasn't afraid of the shinsengumi or oryou when he met her, and he's too proud to be concerned right now, even if taking that attitude will hurt. ]

It's just wasting everyone's time, isn't it? That's not gonna make me get up and go over there and get it for you any faster.

[ he should just shut up and do what he needs to do, but it's the principle of the whole thing. ]

[ Nishitani's smirk falls off his face in an instant, and the dead, uncaring look Ryouma gets instead is telling of what Nishitani's willing to do. ] Kid, you're playing a real dangerous game. Just because we know each other, I'll give you some advice.

I'll fucking leave you if you don't do what I say. Great, you might say, but let me tell you: The hell your life will become will hardly be as cute and fun as the hell you're used to. I don't care who you are, what you've done, or the pride you've got working against you. I want money. I want your money, and you're going to give it to me.

Did I say I wasn't gonna give it to ya? I made a deal.

[ he picks himself up, shrugging his shirt back on properly since it's half falling off on one side and starts to make his way towards the "kitchen". he quits trying with his accent because there's really no point. ]

You people can't hurt me in any way that wouldn't hurt ya more. I don't rush for anybody.

[ he has a manic, somewhat unhinged look about him this morning because as the threats sink in on top of what else he's dealing with, he feels increasingly detached from it. it's not that nishitani isn't perfectly terrifying because under normal circumstances, ryouma might be trying his best to smooth this over. he has plenty of good reasons to want to do that but after toraguma gave him a vivid preview of what his death will look like, he struggles to care about something like this in a meaningful way. it's fine. ]

Sorry t' spoil your whole schtick here.

Well, Ryouma-chan. Then you better start fucking rushing! [ The challenge in Ryouma's voice, you people can't hurt me-- oh, Nishitani's going to make Ryouma fucking regret the day he showed his fucking face here in hell. Nishitani steps into the living room, the excuse of one, and swings at the window. The glass shatters easily, spraying down onto the couch, the floor, everything. Nishitani steps over to the next one. ]

[ He'd been feeling forgiving before. He doesn't feel that now. This window gets done in too. ]

[ it would be a lie to say that he's totally immune to this. the place is only so big, and now there's glass everywhere. he's going to have explaining to do and no small amount of trouble to deal with. ryouma closes his eyes and suffers the sound of the glass shattering.

he pulls an envelope out of one of the drawers. ]

Well, anyone can swing a bat, you know?

Anyone can swing a bat, huh? [ Nishitani's in the kitchen now, his pristine, polished shoes crunching on the glass, bringing shards as he walks about the place. Well, if Ryouma was going to be a little bitch about all this, then... ] Shame you're making this such an issue. Going to have to tack on some interest to your loan-- Unless you can pay it all today. I'm feeling gracious.

[ ... of course. even if he gives nishitani what he has, nishitani is still going to antagonise him because he didn't play along. or maybe that was always the plan because ryouma is sure no one expected him to have the whole thing today. ]

This is your money, so take it or leave it. Nothing I do or say is gonna satisfy ya and you're trying t' get a rise outta me and it's not gonna happen, but ya think you're gonna prove somethin' makin' a show of it anyway, right?

This could've been all nice. I came here with good will in my heart, but Ryouma-chan... keep that attitude with us, and we're going to be eating you alive. [ Nishitani flips open the envelope, counts out the money. ]

And you're at least 50k short!

Uh-huh. Figured you'd say somethin' like that. Never gave me a number to begin with, meanin' it was always gonna be short.

[ so now he waits. bracing himself? whatever it takes to get it over with. ]

I agreed to what I'm s'posed t' pay ya, not to play games.

[ Nishitani looks up at Ryouma from the money, his face a neutral disdain, before he snaps out and grabs Ryouma by the throat, pinning him back. He squeezes, just a little. ] Lesson number one, kid. Stop fucking giving lip. You're just making everything worse for yourself, and everyone you love.

Yeah? Y' know ya keep callin' me "kid" like I haven't been around a few times. Think you're the first person t' ever gimme that piece of advice?

[ he grits his teeth, straining the words out because even like this he's a difficult man to silence. ]

I'm fine and ya ain't gonna touch who I love. I don't really like begrudgin' a guy for doin' his job, so I'd like t' think you're smarter'n that...

[ if anyone tried to drag izō into this directly, ryouma feels like they probably deserve whatever they get. ]

Next month I want 10k. All you've got here is barely a quarter of that. Figure it out, and make sure it's ready for me. Got it? [ Nishitani isn't winning this fight, but he marks down Ryouma's petulance for later. He'll send some kids over in the middle of the night to mark up Ryouma's apartment and shatter his landlord's windows. That'll keep the idiot busy for a while. ]

Edited 2022-07-15 04:17 (UTC)

Good of ya t' finally give me a real number...

[ considering how short of that amount ryouma was this time, it's not a good number for him. he's nothing if not determined!! ]

Fine. I said I wasn't objectin' t' payin'.

We'll see about that come August, big boy. I'll see you then.

Oh, and clean up the place, would you? It's a fucking sty. [ Taking his money, folding it into the inside pocket of his suit, Nishitani leaves as quickly as he came, crunching over glass as he goes. Have fun, Ryouma. ]

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