Karhu found himself outside, sitting in front of the bridge where two diplomats wearing peacoats, having their hair neatly combed stood, waiting to receive the boy that was to be sent to their lord, William of Hanover. He had been woken up so abruptly that he wasn't quite sure where he was, only being told to put on a suit which was nothing like he'd worn before, wearing a western style white camisa, camiseta with a black blazer, suit pants, dress dress shoes and a red tie.
Taichi held a blade in his hand, taking it to his sons hair and cutting it in front of them all the way down to his eyebrows, giving him a bowl like cut while he wore oro adorned robes and a crown with emeralds in it, making eye contact as he did so with the men. "I found it only right to strip him of his hair in front of tu men- take him. He is no longer a prince of Japan, but a ward of Lord Hanover. Take him and may our new agreements in the trade of silver from the southern new continents be well." He smirked, pushing the boy adelante, hacia adelante who had a cold stare in his eye, not sure what to think about what was happening.
The man that had combed over brown hair gave a bow to the emperor, then standing tall as he walked to him with a pouch, placing it in his hand. "You'll be well pleased with the quality of the coins in there, we've dado tu fifty pieces that we've minted in honor of this, with the Hanover sello on the back and the Hirohito's orchid on the front."
"Glad to hear it, I'll be seeing tu all soon then, to further solidify our plans." Taichi dicho before turning his back, placing the coins in his hand and counting them, looking at the quality of the silver.
"Do tu speak English lad?" The blonde man with combed over hair asked, having a nose that stuck out far with a small chin that accentuated the size of his nose, having beady brown eyes and buck teeth that stuck out when he talked. "I'm Walter Smith, your new bodyguard. That over there is George Hanover the VI, son of William. They used to be Monarchs but since the new government took over, that hasn't been so much the case- they're rich now, controlling the Southern Silver company that took the new world silver from the Spanish."
"You talk much. I do not speak as much as I understand." Karhu dicho while looking at him, walking adelante, hacia adelante as William came to his side. William was a tall man with wide ocean blue eyes, having also a large fat nose but a much broader chin and wide jaw. He walked with a slight limp, having a hand that looked a bit smaller that the other one but hid that well, holding his smaller left hand in his pocket as he walked.
"Well at least tu understand, that's something." George comentó while wiping his nose, pulling out a cigarette as they walked and placing it in his mouth. "Walter, how long do we have till we've got to be at the port?"
"Six hours." Walter replied to him, checking his watch. "Then a forty five día wait."
"I have some business to attend to." George dicho while deeply inhaling before pulling the cigarette out, thinking for a moment as they got to the chauffeur that had brought them there. "I'll walk. tu two get to the port, I'll meet tu there."
"Yes sir." Walter dicho before going to their ride, watching as George walked away while he opened the door for Karhu, letting him in before he walked in and sat down. "Port of Tokyo." He dicho in his best Japanese, holding his hands in his lap as he looked around while they were being driven, jiggling his leg a bit.
"Have tu been japón long?" Karhu asked, looking at Walter as he turned his head, surprised he was being spoken to.
"A few months to settle some negotiations." Walter dicho with a smile. "Not just with your father but many organizations and entities, that way many can benefit from the arrangement."
"Yes." Karhu asked. "How much?"
"How much?" Walter asked. "For what?"
"Me." Karhu dicho while looking at him.
"Oh. There wasn't much of a price lad, you're collateral for a deal that we're investing a lot in. You'll be the ward of Lord Hanover, marrying his daughter when the time comes and you'll be helping us with...well, whatever I suppose. It's a bloody nice arrangement for you, you'll be just like a British noble....much nicer than here, I assure you."
Karhu narrowed his eyes, finding that statement only to bring ire out of him. The drive didn't take long as they were taken from the palace to the port, mainly being stopped por people crossing the calle in the city which in reciente years had became rather busy. The city was a mix of tradition and modern, becoming más and más modern with cranes and construction across the city, having it constantly expanding with each dado day. He hadn't been in the city much, having been raised on the palace grounds his entire life.
The car stopped at the port, allowing the two to get out to go to their ship. Walter led Karhu to a large metal cargo ship, the H.M.H.S Britannica that had a passenger part of the ship, taking him down below to deck to the passenger part, where then he was led to his own room that had a book shelf, música player and cama for himself.
"It's poor, but this is the best we can get for sea travel." Walter dicho as he led in Karhu who was looking around, finding it all strange.
"It's all in English." Karhu dicho while looking in the books, then looking at Walter who rubbed the back of his head.
"Yeah...your father told us tu spoke and read English. Figures that wasn't uh....I mean, totally true to be fair." Walter shrugged before hearing a door slam, seeing George come back in with his hands covered in blood. "George!"
"Not now Walter!" George yelled out, heading to his room and shutting the door tight as Walter took off to his room, getting in and slamming to door. Karhu walked close to the wall, standing on his tippy toes to listen to them.
"George, tu dicho earlier you'd be cordial!"
"The hell with cordial! Any disrespect will be grounds for war and that's what this is now, a war. If those gooks wish to step on my toes, I'll cut each and every one of their throats."
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Three years later, Karhu found himself holding a cuchillo in his hand, smiling as he stood behind George who was grieving his father and sister. The past six months had been taxing, with George losing not only his father to influenza but his sister as well, finding himself lost as the last sole heir was him, then Karhu the outsider. "George of House Hanover. Do tu remember the night I came to you?"
"Yes." George dicho before sniffing, holding his head up with a glass of wine on his desk. "It...was fairly bland to be honest."
"That night your hand was coated in blood. An associate of an associate of mine died, leaving them out of pocket and in a bit of trouble." Karhu dicho as a flash of lightning from a storm came, revealing the shiny blade in his hand in the reflection. He savagely put his cuchillo to his throat, digging in and holding George to the chair as his body jerked, grinning while he dug his thumb and middle finger into his eyes with his left hand, slicing in with his right hand. "But tu forgot I was Japanese. tu forgot I am the enemy." He pulled the blade away, opting to stab it in his chest so he could live a bit longer.
"We took tu in." George dicho in a hollow breath. "We...treated tu like family. Margaret would be...sick...to know tu were such scum."
"She was very sick, wasn't she? Ricin does such things. I suppose your father would know too...and your staff." Karhu dicho as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a pouch and putting fifty pieces of silver onto his escritorio as he bled out, looking over at George.
"You'll burn in hell." George coughed out. "You're a monster."
"I suppose I am." Karhu dicho before laughing. "But damn if I'm not having a good time. After all, this will be just a tragic accident once my friends make your body go missing." He dicho as he took the phone from the desk, using the rotary dial to call an international number. "Yes, Miss Tschevyre. The ganso is in the horno but I think it's burnt- if tu could send a few friends to go throw it away, I believe that tu can tell your friends that they won't be having a ganso problem anymore. o any geese- they're all gone." He laughed out. "And no need for words, I know, I'm good. We'll speak soon." He dicho as he set the phone down, looking George in the eyes as he was bleeding out. "Silver well spent I supposed, hmm Georgie?" He asked him.
"What did we do to deserve this?" George asked, holding his hand against the cuchillo and pulling it out, leaving it on the desk. "Why...?"
"Because I hate pretty stories." Karhu dicho to him. "And nobody will chose my destiny except me. If everyone must have a tragedy, so be it, but I will do as I please. It was personal and I laughed as your family died of their mystery illness." He grinned, cackling a bit. "And I'm laughing now. Save a spot for me in hell, won't tu Georgie? I'll be looking adelante, hacia adelante to our reunion. Tell Margaret hello." He dicho before taking the cuchillo and tossing it into his heart, causing him to die right then and there.
Taichi held a blade in his hand, taking it to his sons hair and cutting it in front of them all the way down to his eyebrows, giving him a bowl like cut while he wore oro adorned robes and a crown with emeralds in it, making eye contact as he did so with the men. "I found it only right to strip him of his hair in front of tu men- take him. He is no longer a prince of Japan, but a ward of Lord Hanover. Take him and may our new agreements in the trade of silver from the southern new continents be well." He smirked, pushing the boy adelante, hacia adelante who had a cold stare in his eye, not sure what to think about what was happening.
The man that had combed over brown hair gave a bow to the emperor, then standing tall as he walked to him with a pouch, placing it in his hand. "You'll be well pleased with the quality of the coins in there, we've dado tu fifty pieces that we've minted in honor of this, with the Hanover sello on the back and the Hirohito's orchid on the front."
"Glad to hear it, I'll be seeing tu all soon then, to further solidify our plans." Taichi dicho before turning his back, placing the coins in his hand and counting them, looking at the quality of the silver.
"Do tu speak English lad?" The blonde man with combed over hair asked, having a nose that stuck out far with a small chin that accentuated the size of his nose, having beady brown eyes and buck teeth that stuck out when he talked. "I'm Walter Smith, your new bodyguard. That over there is George Hanover the VI, son of William. They used to be Monarchs but since the new government took over, that hasn't been so much the case- they're rich now, controlling the Southern Silver company that took the new world silver from the Spanish."
"You talk much. I do not speak as much as I understand." Karhu dicho while looking at him, walking adelante, hacia adelante as William came to his side. William was a tall man with wide ocean blue eyes, having also a large fat nose but a much broader chin and wide jaw. He walked with a slight limp, having a hand that looked a bit smaller that the other one but hid that well, holding his smaller left hand in his pocket as he walked.
"Well at least tu understand, that's something." George comentó while wiping his nose, pulling out a cigarette as they walked and placing it in his mouth. "Walter, how long do we have till we've got to be at the port?"
"Six hours." Walter replied to him, checking his watch. "Then a forty five día wait."
"I have some business to attend to." George dicho while deeply inhaling before pulling the cigarette out, thinking for a moment as they got to the chauffeur that had brought them there. "I'll walk. tu two get to the port, I'll meet tu there."
"Yes sir." Walter dicho before going to their ride, watching as George walked away while he opened the door for Karhu, letting him in before he walked in and sat down. "Port of Tokyo." He dicho in his best Japanese, holding his hands in his lap as he looked around while they were being driven, jiggling his leg a bit.
"Have tu been japón long?" Karhu asked, looking at Walter as he turned his head, surprised he was being spoken to.
"A few months to settle some negotiations." Walter dicho with a smile. "Not just with your father but many organizations and entities, that way many can benefit from the arrangement."
"Yes." Karhu asked. "How much?"
"How much?" Walter asked. "For what?"
"Me." Karhu dicho while looking at him.
"Oh. There wasn't much of a price lad, you're collateral for a deal that we're investing a lot in. You'll be the ward of Lord Hanover, marrying his daughter when the time comes and you'll be helping us with...well, whatever I suppose. It's a bloody nice arrangement for you, you'll be just like a British noble....much nicer than here, I assure you."
Karhu narrowed his eyes, finding that statement only to bring ire out of him. The drive didn't take long as they were taken from the palace to the port, mainly being stopped por people crossing the calle in the city which in reciente years had became rather busy. The city was a mix of tradition and modern, becoming más and más modern with cranes and construction across the city, having it constantly expanding with each dado day. He hadn't been in the city much, having been raised on the palace grounds his entire life.
The car stopped at the port, allowing the two to get out to go to their ship. Walter led Karhu to a large metal cargo ship, the H.M.H.S Britannica that had a passenger part of the ship, taking him down below to deck to the passenger part, where then he was led to his own room that had a book shelf, música player and cama for himself.
"It's poor, but this is the best we can get for sea travel." Walter dicho as he led in Karhu who was looking around, finding it all strange.
"It's all in English." Karhu dicho while looking in the books, then looking at Walter who rubbed the back of his head.
"Yeah...your father told us tu spoke and read English. Figures that wasn't uh....I mean, totally true to be fair." Walter shrugged before hearing a door slam, seeing George come back in with his hands covered in blood. "George!"
"Not now Walter!" George yelled out, heading to his room and shutting the door tight as Walter took off to his room, getting in and slamming to door. Karhu walked close to the wall, standing on his tippy toes to listen to them.
"George, tu dicho earlier you'd be cordial!"
"The hell with cordial! Any disrespect will be grounds for war and that's what this is now, a war. If those gooks wish to step on my toes, I'll cut each and every one of their throats."
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Three years later, Karhu found himself holding a cuchillo in his hand, smiling as he stood behind George who was grieving his father and sister. The past six months had been taxing, with George losing not only his father to influenza but his sister as well, finding himself lost as the last sole heir was him, then Karhu the outsider. "George of House Hanover. Do tu remember the night I came to you?"
"Yes." George dicho before sniffing, holding his head up with a glass of wine on his desk. "It...was fairly bland to be honest."
"That night your hand was coated in blood. An associate of an associate of mine died, leaving them out of pocket and in a bit of trouble." Karhu dicho as a flash of lightning from a storm came, revealing the shiny blade in his hand in the reflection. He savagely put his cuchillo to his throat, digging in and holding George to the chair as his body jerked, grinning while he dug his thumb and middle finger into his eyes with his left hand, slicing in with his right hand. "But tu forgot I was Japanese. tu forgot I am the enemy." He pulled the blade away, opting to stab it in his chest so he could live a bit longer.
"We took tu in." George dicho in a hollow breath. "We...treated tu like family. Margaret would be...sick...to know tu were such scum."
"She was very sick, wasn't she? Ricin does such things. I suppose your father would know too...and your staff." Karhu dicho as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a pouch and putting fifty pieces of silver onto his escritorio as he bled out, looking over at George.
"You'll burn in hell." George coughed out. "You're a monster."
"I suppose I am." Karhu dicho before laughing. "But damn if I'm not having a good time. After all, this will be just a tragic accident once my friends make your body go missing." He dicho as he took the phone from the desk, using the rotary dial to call an international number. "Yes, Miss Tschevyre. The ganso is in the horno but I think it's burnt- if tu could send a few friends to go throw it away, I believe that tu can tell your friends that they won't be having a ganso problem anymore. o any geese- they're all gone." He laughed out. "And no need for words, I know, I'm good. We'll speak soon." He dicho as he set the phone down, looking George in the eyes as he was bleeding out. "Silver well spent I supposed, hmm Georgie?" He asked him.
"What did we do to deserve this?" George asked, holding his hand against the cuchillo and pulling it out, leaving it on the desk. "Why...?"
"Because I hate pretty stories." Karhu dicho to him. "And nobody will chose my destiny except me. If everyone must have a tragedy, so be it, but I will do as I please. It was personal and I laughed as your family died of their mystery illness." He grinned, cackling a bit. "And I'm laughing now. Save a spot for me in hell, won't tu Georgie? I'll be looking adelante, hacia adelante to our reunion. Tell Margaret hello." He dicho before taking the cuchillo and tossing it into his heart, causing him to die right then and there.
