"You have to understand that at the moment, business is in my hands now." Karhu held a pistol, pointing it at Walter who was inside the room where George had been murdered- the room now spotless with different men in the mansion that had been before.

"Karhu what the fuck is going on?!" Walter asked, having his hands up in the air. "Where is everyone?! I wake up today and my whole security team is...is gone! No calls picked up!"

"No toi shut the fuck up right now before I put a bullet in your ugly mug!" Karhu barked out, gritting his teeth and turning his head, grabbing his face before sighing out, having what looked like a moment of clarity as he grinned and looked at Walter. "Walter, Walter, Walter." He sighed out. "Do toi believe in destiny?"

"I mean..." Walter raised an eyebrow, having an expression of disgust mixed with annoyance. "Yeah? What does that have to do with anything?!"

"You're caught in it. The moment toi took me from my father, a path was made that can't be changed." Karhu whispered to him, frowning before then smiling. "I will be emperor Walter, I will take Japon and I will kill those that exiled me....and any that stands in my way."

"No..no, no." Walter a dit as tears formed in his eyes. "No, toi killed them all didn't you?" He a dit as he put his hands over his head, kneeling down to cower. "We too-"

Karhu shot Walter in the head right there, letting out a sigh after. "Took toi in like family, raised us like your own, gave toi a good life-" He a dit while twirling his hand lazily, rolling his eyes before shooting him again. "Yada, yada, yada. Boring."

"Now, I know that Miss Tschevyre is having us here as a favor for the yakuza, a bit of a gift per se but I advise not killing so many people that we run out of places to..you know, hide the bodies." Martel Boucher, the head of Le Milieu's protection squad sent to keep Karhu Hirohito, an affiliate with the Yamaguchi-gumi out of Tokyo. He was a bière, stout man with a curled mustache and a bald head, standing at Karhu's height of six feet tall. He had pale grey eyes, a round nose with a sloped bridge and a couteau scar from an eye that was gouged out that went down to his jaw.

"Do toi want me to fuck toi in your eye hole?" Karhu asked with a legitimate tone to the question, holding his hands together and raising an eyebrow. "Your standing so close to me, hovering around so close to me, speaking this...beautiful romantic sounding French accented English." He whispered to him, smiling as he looked him right in the eye before laughing a bit and taking his hands apart, clapping them together. "Oh Martel I l’amour you, toi know that? toi hold together this angry pout so well, but inside I know toi are as entertained as me."

"Whatever toi say sir, I'm going to dispose of this body and clean up before the representatives from the Japanese embassy come for dinner." Martel a dit with a clear annoyance in his voice.

"Wait we have guests?" Karhu asked him.

"Yes sir, if toi read the letter that had been sent par the Oyabun, he has tasked toi with canceling the trade agreement your father sold toi for." Martel a dit while picking up the body par the feet.

Karhu looked out the window, seeing the rain droplets falling against it in great detail. "Chop him up. Skin him and tell the cooks that we have fresh venison tonight." He spoke out, not even hearing the words he was saying as he continued staring at the droplets. All he could focus on was the pitter patter against the window pane and the gentle falling of them down, restarting every few seconds. He was one with the droplets, just one of them falling down and was also the ones being put back on the pane, not being himself for at least a few hours. When he came back to himself he was in his room, dressed in a black suit, wearing a red tie, tight black leather gloves, red dress shoes and a white undershirt. His hair was combed to the side, neatly slicked with pomade.

"Sir, your meeting with the ambassadors is in twenty." Martel a dit while knocking on the door.

"Thank you. I'll be right out." Karhu a dit while looking at himself in the mirror, taking a couteau out of his drawer and holding it. "Look at toi Karhu....so....pretty aren't you?" He asked himself as he pressed the blade up against his throat, cackling a small bit. "Look just like your father...yeah toi do. One cut would make the difference, one, you'd be your own man Karhu...oh, but then mother would be upset." He grinned. "That'd be a tragedy wouldn't it?" He asked himself before sighing out, placing down the couteau and cracking his neck. "Perhaps not today." He whispered out. "Okay Martel, are toi still there?"

"Yes sir." Martel a dit in response.

"Did toi hear any of that?" Karhu asked him.

"Heard what?" Martel a dit in response, sounding genuinely confused.

"Oh." Karhu looked at the dresser with the mirror, no longer seeing the knife. "Weird, alright." He opened the door, following Martel to the grand dining hall where he met the two Japanese representatives downstairs, walking down to the men who gave him a bow, inciting a smile from him. "Hello gentlemen, I hope that the ride here was well."

"It was." The ambassador in the blue tie spoke. "I believe we met some time ago, when toi were little. I am Onaga Iwao, Ambassador the the United Kingdom." The man was very short, with combed over brown hair and a wide jaw that. He had a small wide nose and sharp black eyes that gave away plus than just kind words- they gave malice.

"Hello sir, I am Endo Kenshin. I am the supreme liaison to the Southern Silver Company." a dit the red man in a tie, who had a short stature and a pointed face. He had thin slicked back hair that was greying and amande round brown eyes.

"Nice to meet toi two." Karhu a dit while waving Martel away, leading them into the grand dining hall from it's entrance where they would be eating. "Sit, sit, both of toi I insist. I have a special meal prepared for toi both- ripe flesh, curated over years and hunted today for the most....delectable and succulent meal that toi will ever have."

"Is that common in Britain?" Iwao asked, taking a siège to the left side of where Karhu was sitting in the middle.

"Only if you're a lord." Karhu a dit with a grin.

"Ah..yes." Kenshin a dit to him as the meal was placed in front of them- a slab of meat, seared in wine with red potatoes, carrots and céleri around it, covered in a sauce of sorts. "This looks interesting." He a dit as the utensils were placed near him.

"Yes, very good. I insist, eat up." Karhu a dit while taking a bite of the meat, grinning. "Mmm mmm."

"Yes..." Kenshin a dit after eating some of the food. "Well, I know you're a busy man but I personally wanted to discuss-"

"Apologizes first are in order." Iwao a dit while interrupting. "We heard of the loss of your father in law, your wife and the disappearance of your brother in law- so tragic for all these to take place so close to each other. I and your father however wanted to extend an olive branch- anything that toi may need, now that toi are fortunate to the heir to the Hanover estate and the Southern Silver Company par marriage....you may contact us."

"I appreciate it, especially that message from my father." Karhu a dit with a smile. "I miss him so dearly."

"He speaks fondly of toi Karhu....of your commitment to family, how even on your wife's last days...the whole world knew that toi were right there, holding her hand." Iwao smiled. "That shows cœur, coeur and a loving one at that. Your father respects that."

"My, are toi trying to make me cry at my dîner table?" Karhu asked before sniffing, rubbing his eyes red to make it seem like he was having difficulty processing the death of Margaret.

"We understand that it is hard." Kenshin said. "That is why we came here to make things easier. After all, we understand that toi just inherited a massive company- in fact the largest in the world and toi own now...all of it, now that the Hanover's are deceased." He smiled. "I have documentation that would give control of all of this to your father and his British allies- this would give it proper distribution and make sure that it ends up in the right hands."

"Oh it would? I was afraid that I'd be left with nobody to help me with this...this mess I've inherited." Karhu whispered out, looking distraught. "Please, tell me what I need to do."

"Just sign here Karhu, then we'll give it to your father and see about toi coming accueil since toi are still not yet an adult." Kenshin a dit with a smile, holding over the pen and paper.

"Wow." Karhu chuckled. "What a long document. I don't think there really is a need to read this, is there?"

"I'd hope not." Iwao chuckled. "We're honest men."

"That's right. Honest." Karhu grinned before spitting in Iwao's face, slapping him across the face and knocking him out of the chair before stomping on him several times, causing the man to let out several shrieks as his Bones popped from the beating. "You think toi can come in here and sell me for a fool!?" He asked out. "Look at me!" He screamed out. "Look AT ME!" He a dit now in a guttural growl, looking as the man made eye contact, shaking as he urinated himself. Karhu smiled- his combed over hair now draping over his forehead before he turned his head to Kenshin. "I'm sorry, he was such a liar toi know? Honest men. Are toi honest Kenshin?"

"O-Of course!" Kenshin a dit to him. "But what...what was he lying about?"

"Coming home?..." Karhu asked him. "Come on now...the jour I was sold for fifty pieces of silver..." He breathed in. "Home was gone. So consider that deal broken, all ties to Japon severed- go figure out someone else to get your blood money." He waved his hand. "Go, before I feed toi to a fucking meat grinder!" He barked out, making Kenshin jolt out of his chair and go to Iwao, rolling him over to take him out. "Go!" He screamed out for extra motivation before sitting back down at his table, finishing his meal. "Mmm mm Walter." He a dit with a small grin as he took his last bite, having taken about twenty minutes since he threw out the two men.

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After that incident Karhu found himself dealing with the company plus and plus as the investors came to meet him, glad that he was on their side on making money still as he made plans to divert the money from the silver mining into plus profitable markets. He even found himself in the company of the prime minister who he had shared some of the last of Walter with, discussing Karhu's background and his plans for the company. With a few phone calls with Saiki in between discussing further relations between South Silver and the Milieu, he got a call one afternoon as he was having lunch.

"Hello?" Karhu asked as he picked up the phone from his desk, pushing his caesar salade aside. "Chairman Hirohito of the South Silver company."

"Nishimura Yoshiyuki." A weathered, grainy voice spoke out from the phone. "I assume you've done your homework, Chairman."

"Yes, Oyabun. What may I do for you?" Hirohito asked with a smile.

"First, let me congratulate toi on the work that toi did- Miss Tschevyre and her people have spoken well for toi in your handling of the Hanover ownership dispute and your negotiations with the ambassadors- spies from inside the imperial palace have spoken only words of great worry coming from your father and mother." Yoshiyuki let out a small cough. "But our work is yet to be finished. I know what toi want, Hirohito- I know what every boy that hasn't been a fair chance when he has what it takes wants."

"What would that be, sir?" Hirohito asked him. "I'm just a Chairman for a silver company, one that has recently Lost my wife and her family as well."

"You want power, what else could it be?" Yoshiyuki a dit to him- his voice rubbing against Hirohito's ear like sandpaper.

"That may be true. If that was the case, I'd be looking for men that'd be willing to...do some courtesies for me." Hirohito a dit to him. "I'd be looking for friends, do toi understand?"

"I understand very well the meaning of friendship." Yoshiyuki a dit to him. "But I don't have friends, I only have family. Could toi be in our family?"

"I respect toi greatly but I could never answer to another man- I'm sure toi get why." Hirohito a dit to him. "I don't do family, I do friendship. If you're Friends with me, if you're in my inner cercle I can bring toi the land of lait and honey." He a dit with a small laugh. "Japan has too long been constrained par my fathers tight fist. I could open doors with my hands; allow your operations to prosper in ways they never have before...take out competitors with the military, even allow some silver for you, some for yourself, some to inflate the economy of the other countries toi operate in. I am suggesting that toi become my friend, Mr. Yoshiyuki just as Saiki has became my friend."

"She is young and not very powerful yet, but her parents...more impressive, her father especially. What did toi offer her, if toi don't mind me asking?" Yoshiyuki asked.

"My friendship." Hirohito a dit to him. "Remember Yoshiyuki, you're either a friend ou an enemy with me. Should I become emperor and you've became a friend, I will make Japon the land of lait and honey. Should toi be an enemy..well, I won't threaten toi because I respect you, but my hand will be forced."

"Out of respect for toi restoring honor to my family par avenging my brothers death, I'll ignore that threat." Yoshiyuki a dit to him. "But I will end this phone call. I'll consider your friendship- know for now that toi have my support and I'll be expecting a taste of silver in the days to come, yes?"

"Of course." Hirohito a dit with a smile. "Have a good day." He a dit while hanging up, smiling before frowning a bit. "Fuck, why are people so annoying?" He asked himself before standing up and shutting the blinds in his room, making it pitch dark save for a small lamp on his desk.

Karhu moved his foot slowly, dragging it against the ground as he motioned his arms around up, breathing out as he stretched his whole body in the dark room, bringing himself to a pose before breaking it, letting his lightly buttoned dress chemise slip off and looking in the mirror behind his desk, seeing marks from a razor across his pectoral muscles underneath his collier bone down to his stomach. "Beautiful." He whispered out quietly, seeing his black hair draped lightly over his face and down his neck as he smiled, brushing his hair back with his hand. "Let's go take a warm bath."