Barging into the principal's office, a young man too rugged for his age sat down across the principal. Placing his legs up on the desk, he threw a flash drive at Hayato. A mix of shock and confusion had taken over the old man. He knew the red-haired menace well yet his increasing rowdiness was crossing all bounds at this point.
"Get your legs off the table," pushing off his legs, Hayato reached for the flash drive and quickly hid it inside one of the drawers on his desk.
"Just take you home baked porn and shut your mouth old man," loosening up his tie, the tanned boy glared at Hayato with great contempt reflected in his eyes. "And consider this the last, cause that bitch Akane keeps scouting the restrooms and the amount of money I've lost replacing those cameras…"
Heaving a deep tired sigh, the boy leans his arms against the desk.
"Well, it's not fucking worth what you're giving me in return," ending his complaints with that, he reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette. Burning it quickly, he leaned back into the chair while watching Hayato going around to shut the door closed.
"Next time give me a warning if you're coming here," shutting the door, Hayato walks around the desk and settles back into his chair. "You have no clue the kind of mess I can get into if anyone knows about our transactions, or even that you visit me from time to time."
"Shut the fuck up gramps," dusting the ashes on the desk, Kimura heaved a cloud of smoke onto Hayato's face. "Just be fucking thankful I'm still keeping up my part of the deal, or do you want me to go ahead and show those secret tapes of yours to your son and daughter-in-law?"
Wincing at Hayato, Kimura squeezed tight on the cigarette's butt to restrain himself from throwing the burning light into his eyes. Sharing a brief moment of pause, the two men kept glaring at each other once more. Both knew well enough that survival meant tolerating each other to the most extreme lengths.
"If you do that, I wonder what your mother would think when I finally tell her about what you really do at school," smiling to himself, the principal shot back at the young man. "Oh wait, you don't even attend school, do you? Perhaps I should tell her to reprimand you after all."
Feeling a smile creep up on him, Kimura kept staring at Hayato, trying his best to keep his cool. However, done with his bullcrap, he reached for the old man's head and slammed it against the table. In an instant, blood pooled up on the desk from the man's broken nose and punctured lips.
He even felt a few of his teeth loosening up, but grunting to himself drowned the pain behind pursed lips. Slowly as he lifted his head back up, Kimura grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer from over the desk.
"I don't fucking care if she disowns me now, so go ahead and try you fucker," pushing Hayato back into the seat, Kimura rested his legs back on one of the desk's corners. "As for threat, you're a damned perverted fossil with so many skeletons in his closet that if they knew you'd be behind bars until you join those boney bastards."
His one hand covering his bloody lips and the other holding his broken nose in place, Hayato still managed to keep his eyes on Kimura for he knew the deck was finally stacked against him. All it took was a rebellion from one girl, and his whole career was on the cusp of crashing down. The only thing stopping it from happening at the moment was Kimura's threat against Akane, and his means to carry out deadly consequences.
"T-those ta-pes of your mother…" Hayato stammered, his lips barely letting him form any words.
"Your daughter-in-law?" Clicking his tongue, Kimura bolted off his chair. "I don't fucking care about that bitch anymore, but I'm not letting you have those back ever fucking again. And don't think I'll burn them either, they'd be the easiest way for me to put your lousy ass behind bars."
"Do that and I'll fucking burn your every piece of lie I'd breathing down your mother's neck!" As old as he was and as battered as he was, Hayato wasn't about to go down without a fight. Picking out a handkerchief from his pocket, he pressed it against his nose and got up as well. "And what do you think will happen when they get me, huh? They'll find out everything you've done too because don't expect me to keep my mouth shut in front of those officers just as I've done so far at school for you!"
This time, it was the old man who grabbed Kimura by the collar and shook him about violently. Forcing Hayato's hands off of himself, he stepped back as he was forced to reconsider what he'd just said.
"Don't toe the line, if it breaks we're both falling in a ditch shallow enough to end us both," shooing Kimura off with his hand, Hayato crossed his arms and waited for the boy to go away.
"You're a goddamn monster…" Kimura said before turning around to leave.
"What does that make you? Especially since you also have that monster of a woman's genes in you?" Hayato retorted, making Kimura stop right as he was reaching for the door handle.
The cigarette still lit in his hand, Kimura wanted to flick in his face again, but instead, he decided to do something far more potent. Turning his head slightly towards his shoulder, he wore a smirk as he let out some parting words.
"The gang made me the leader of a…What was it again, a subsidiary perhaps? Either way, I call them 'The Bloody Nails', wanna know why?" Seeing the creepy smirk on Kimura, Hayato couldn't bring himself to answer, he simply gulped his fears and pretended to be braver than he was. "Because the newbies need to hammer nails into our competitors before they're officially a member of the gang."
Waving that warning in the face of his own grandad, Kimura left the room cackling to himself.