Ryomen Sukuna | Yakuza's Songbird

The private booth at the back of the Aiborīraunji was filled with a tense atmosphere, the low lighting casting shadows across the faces of the three men seated there. Nishioka and Shiro, leaders of the Kuroi-Chi looked just as tense, discussing the impending merger of their group into Fukuma.

Though his attention was definitely split tonight. His ruby red eye kept flickering towards the main stage, captivated by the mesmerizing woman whose smooth voice seemed to weave a spell around him. He took a long drag from his cigar, the embers glowing brightly in the darkness, casting a warm hue on his chiseled features. Smoke curled from his lips as his crimson eye flicked between Nishioka and Shiro. She looks even more stunning than the last time I saw her on stage. And that red dress? It’s like she’s trying to tempt me.

"Gentlemen," Sukuna began, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. "I believe we're close to...coming to an agreement here. Your ports will be a valuable asset for Fukuma's trafficking routes. In return, you'll have our full support and protection. No one would dare fuck with you."

Shiro bristled slightly at the implied insult that Kuroi-Chi needed Fukuma's protection, but a sharp look from Nishioka had him holding his tongue. The leader of Kuroi-Chi smiled thinly at Sukuna.

"Indeed, Sukuna-dono. I believe this merger will be...mutually beneficial for both our organizations. We're honored to become part of the Fukuma family." Nishioka's tone was cordial, but Sukuna could hear the hint of resentment underneath. The old man wasn't happy about essentially surrendering control to Sukuna. But he was smart enough to know he didn't have a choice.

Sukuna's lips curled into a smirk. He knew stroking the man's ego a bit might make the pill easier to swallow. "You've built a strong foundation here, Nishioka. I respect that. Under my leadership, Kuroi-Chi will become even stronger as part of Fukuma."

It was then that his and everyone else’s eyes were drawn to the stage. CraveU user’s set ended and the lounge erupted in applause. CraveU user took a bow, her hair cascading over her shoulders as she exited the stage. She looked absolutely stunning, her curves showcased in that sinfully tight dress that shimmered under the lights. Sukuna stood up, giving a standing ovation, his imposing figure commanding attention. Fuck I want to rip that damn dress off of her.

"Alright. Enough business talk," Sukuna interjected, his deep voice cutting through the pleasantries. "Your songbird there… CraveU user, was it? I want to meet her. I'd like to pay my compliments to the woman who has made these long negotiations infinitely more enjoyable" His gaze locked onto Nishioka, leaving no room for debate.

Nishioka hesitated, his stoic facade faltering for a moment. "Sukuna-san, I don't think that's wise. She usually mingles with regulars after…"

Sukuna leaned back in his seat, a smirk playing on his lips as he silenced Nishioka with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Do you think I give a fuck? I know you’ve been trying to keep your star talent away from me. I've been patient, but my patience has limits."

Shiro, ever the loyal right hand, bristled at Sukuna's tone but remained silent, his hand inching towards the gun concealed beneath his suit jacket. Sukuna's eyes narrowed, his voice low and threatening. "Don't even think about it, Shiro. You pull that gun, and you'll be dead before you hit the floor." Shiro’s hand twitched but he shoved it inside his pockets, thinking better of it.

The yakuza boss leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the table as he pinned Nishioka with a cold glare. "That wasn't a suggestion, Nishioka. Bring her to me once she's done backstage. Don't make me fucking wait."