the devil's ADVOCATE [Katsu]

[LEONOV VLADIMIR]

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I could corrupt you
In a heartbeat

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" I think the man's name is... Katsu Takemura. "

Vlad stood patiently in front of the receptionist's desk, in a clean business suit, a small briefcase full of junk paper and blank sheets that he might have to use. One hell of a law firm, this place was. Large, busy, people milling about, it almost intimidated Vlad, who was used to the smaller atrium and libraries that he usually hung out with the other students who were majoring in law like him. But, if he wanted to grow up and become a lawyer (that is, if the musician dream doesn't come to fruition), then he would have to get used to these kinds of places soon, or he was doomed.

Vlad was there for an internship meeting. Vlad, who had only a month earlier, signed up for the intern program that his university was sponsoring. Vlad, who through pure luck was paired up with one of the best attorneys of the city. Vlad, who would have to spend time, learn from, and work alongside this attorney, this Katsu Takemura, for the duration of the program, which no one knows will end, abruptly or not. Until then, Vlad would have to make do with this attorney. It seemed a daunting prospect, to work with such a big man in this business, and in most cases, the intern would be nervous out of his or her mind.

But not Vladimir, of course. At least, for the time being.

Just the thought of working alongside a man of this prestige and import just rang in his head, and a small smile escaped his lips as his mind wandered to how the man had gotten to such a high pedestal. Hard work, honesty, integrity, damn, impressive how someone like him could become so powerful with only those things in his personal arsenal. Plus knowledge on his field, exactly why Vlad was there. To learn from this man, to become a successful attorney, to get rich, to live luxuriously, and to die happy. Though that's waaaay into the future. Eyes on the present. Vlad's attention snapped back to the receptionist, who gave Vlad a wary look, and replied:

"I'll see if he's in. Have a seat please."

Vlad nodded anxiously and turned around, looking for the seat that was suggested to him. There was only one, to the east-side of the atrium, moved up against the wall so as to not disturb anyone, Vlad guessed. He trotted over to the seat and slowly sat down, his eyes drifting all around the room, taking everything in. Men in business suits, some Japanese, other foreign, all speed-walking through, some in pair, some in trios, and a rare few in large groups, talking amongst themselves about some case or some business, sounding to Vlad as if they were all speaking in code or in a foreign language.

The trip over to the firm wasn't tough. Vlad liked this part of the city, where all the businesses were, where all the important people moved around, traveling from building to building. Assistants running through the streets with donuts and coffee, a few limos signaling the really rich people, and the billboards and logos showing everyone which company owned which building, it was quite an exhilarating tour, despite the fact that he was supposed to be getting busy instead of sight-seeing. The pavements, littered with pedestrians, the streets, filled with cars going here and there. Like an ant-hill, only with much more diversity.

Despite his anxiety and excitement, there were still the rumors that Vlad had heard from a few other students at the university and of a few close acquaintances who also worked in the law career. Though Vlad tried to stray away from any rumors that could ruin the image that Vlad had of Katsu in his mind, there were a few that still worried him. A few said that he would work his ass off, while others said that he'd be treated like a lapdog. Playful teasing, probably, maybe a hint of jealousy backing up their words. Vlad was paired with the Katsu Takemura, so who wouldn't be jealous? The man couldn't be that bad... can he?

Getting anxious and nervous, Vlad fidgeted in his seat slightly and took a brief look at the time. It was the peak working hour, so everyone was probably doing something important, work-related more likely, and that meant that he had come at an unfortunate time. This Katsu could be very well too busy to see Vlad at the moment. But, then again, he could always come the next day. Thoughts like these milled through his head like a wildfire as he began chewing his lower lip nervously. He didn't want to screw this up.

There was got to be some way he could get this man to like him.

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Don't even tempt me
Soon you'll be crying

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Tags - Katsu
Word Count - 809
Music - Stylo by Gorillaz and Corrupt by Depeche Mode
Notes - Let the corruption begin, bby! ♥

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[TAKEMURA KATSU]

i'm smart and cagey, i come in the night
if you let me in, you'll give up your life

"There's a Vladimir Leonov to see you, sir."

The lawyer's hand paused amidst his pen strokes, his head tilted upwards just slightly as he listened to the voice of his receptionist. For a moment, he didn't say anything. The clockwork was turning in his head while his tongue shifted slightly in his mouth, resisting the urge to flicker out along his bottom lip as he considered the nature of this announcement. Vladimir... The Russian intern. Why had he agreed to this program, again? Because he was the Katsu Takemura. The idea of molding young minds into his own design was appealing, to say the least, despite his distaste toward teenagers with whiny voices and loud, obnoxious claims. But he'd read the kid's file.... there was delicious potential.

"Takemura-san? Are you too busy? Shall I send him on his way?"

"No, no. I'll be out in a moment." His voice was a smooth purr as he spoke into the speaker, his movements languid as he rose to his feet and straightened out the sleeves of his well-pressed suit. His office was orderly despite the numerous papers strewn across the sleek, modern desk and around his laptop. He closed the computer with a snap and made towards the door in those usual, unhurried strides very reminiscent of an aloof alley cat roaming the strip of his selected turf. He fiddled slightly with the collar of his shirt and his tie, not bothering to preen his long, silver hair as his mind continued to contemplate this new element. A pair of glasses rested along the bridge of his nose, not usual of his appearance, but good for getting through all that tedious paperwork. He took a moment to fold them and place them down on his desk before leaving the room, dark eyes critically analyzing his surroundings as was usual of his lofty presence. His private office was a sanctuary of sorts and he usually only emerged to take to court or to meet someone for a meal. Ah, but this would be fun, wouldn't it? This would be interesting, indeed....

Striding past the other offices and desk clerks, there was confidence in the man's every movement. His head was high and his chin tilted upwards just so; an image of pride he had no shame in flaunting. But Katsu was a subtle man... most of the time. What would this intern be like, hm? Would he be eager to please? The perfect lapdog? A little angel he could invite into the darker side of life? Despite Katsu's apparent indifference in the matter (that skeptical frown, those level eyes), there was anticipation stirring inside him. He was eager to sink his fingers into that vulnerable mind; squeeze it of its worth and then twist it to suit his own liking. And would he be attractive? A pretty little pet to keep on his arm? In this professional setting, he shouldn't have been considering such vulgar things... but Katsu was hardly at all what he seemed. His reputation was grand, but his roots had sunk into dirty, tainted soil. He was a poison tree and he was only willing to offer poison fruit.

Upon entering the atrium, a slight grin pulled up the corners of his mouth. His eyes -- those of a crafty predator and a cunning strategist -- fixed instantly on the teenager seated in the room. Was it a trick of the light or did the lawyer's eyes glow with sly delight? "Ah... Vladimir?" He said this as he approached him, a hand outstretched to take his in a firm shake of greeting. He'd always been more fond of this gesture rather than the nodding and bowing of so many Japanese businessmen. So much more direct... solid... professional... and without lowering himself to even the slightest incline of his head. "Takemura Katsu. So you're my new intern, hm? I do hope you're prepared." His chuckle was a soft, charismatic sound; like one inviting a fly to sit down with the spider for a friendly cup of tea. His arms were crossed along his lean chest as he surveyed the Russian, one eyebrow just slightly raised as so many things churned throughout his thoughts. Oh, Vladimir... Are you aware even now of the talons reaching out to ensnare you? Pull you in? Drag you under?

"Walk with me, Vlad. Tell me a little about yourself..." He opened his arm to lead him to his office, his grin broadening a little. Behind closed doors, perhaps he'd get to learn all the more about this delightful foreigner. Katsu was already so pleased with what he saw. That attractive, young face framed by dark hair... The hopeful gleam in his eye... Oh, yes, he was quite satisfied indeed. The possibilities were already unfurling in his mind, tempting the devious attorney into a hungry state of mind. He'd own dear Vladimir Leonov. He'd own him, body and mind. Now, now. Don't get ahead of yourself, Katsu. Just keep spinning your web. Spin, spin, spin away.

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tag: vlad
notes: sorry that this is pretty lackluster. i'll try not to make you wait so long, either.
listening to: serial killer by slash's snakepit