Jane Hirukawa: Brown hair, Takuto's amber/brownish eyes. Currently 18, senior in high school, extradited at 16(I think that's what it's called. Parent(s) sign waiver giving up rights) mother died at 8 in car crash (was in car with her). Keeps grades up, doesn't talk to many people, brutally honest and really just doesn't give a fuck. Super overprotective of friends. Bullied. Kind of street smart. Terrible with electronics but extremely smart.

Takuto and her got in a fight and he, in a fit of rage, told her she should've have died instead of her mother. She forged his signature and when he found out, she was already gone. (Riki was pissed *snickers* I can just see that lecture & fist fight) Don't know the location yet. America. But other than that I got nothin'
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I crack my eyes open, staring at the ceiling fan. Sunday right? Sunday. I sigh and roll out of bed. God. I have to go on a jog today. Ugh. Healthiness. Damn you Trin and you rubbing off on me.

I roll out of bed, feet hitting the wooden floor. Taking a deep breath I stand and stretch, heading to my bathroom. After pulling my hair back in a tight ponytail, I get ready and slip into a pair of spandex pants, running shoes, and a light workout shirt over my sports bra.

The sun is just starting to light the streets, as I go outside, being careful not to disturb Trin on my way out. I'd hate to wake her up. Especially knowing she was up most of the night writing.

I slip in my headphones and begin at a light jog down the sidewalk.

After a good 45 minutes, right when I'm about to go back, I'm pulled into an alley by my arm.

"AH-" A hand slips over my mouth as I'm shoved against the wall. I'm staring at a smirking Tom and his fellow football retards.

"Aww, is the little orphan gonna cry?" He presses me even farther into the wall.

Fuck you! I bring my knee up, connecting with his jewels. The result was instantaneous. He groans and drops, and another guy comes up at me. Thinking fast, I bring a hard right hook against his left cheek. 2 down. 3 to go.

This time, two of the them come at me. From two different sides. Dammit! I duck down, making them miss me, but come in contact with each other. I swear I just heard a jawbone shatter.

I stand with my back against the wall, fists brought up in front of me. I stand defensively as the last guy draws a knife. I sigh, shaking my head. "Are you really gonna be that idiot?"

He glares at me. "Shut-up bitch." He lunges forward, swinging the blade at me.

SHIT! I duck and lunge forward, going beneath his arm and around him. Spinning on his heel, he continues to try to strike me.

"Stay still!"

I step back to avoid the pocket knife, but apparently I'm to slow. I cry out as I feel the skin tear on my arm. "You jackass!" I use my hand to cover the cut, trying to slow the bleeding. He takes advantage of my moment of weakness and slams me into the wall, knocking the air out of me, holding the knife to my throat.

He smirks, bringing his face barely 2 inches from mine. I gasp and blink to clear the black dots from my vision. "D-Do it. I d-dare you!"

"HEY!"

We both turn and look farther into the alley, where a door has opened. I see a tall figure with familiar grey eyes and black hair. UNCLE RIKI?! Then another man with blonde hair and amber eyes steps out beside him. D-dad?!

"What the hel-...Jane?" Dad takes a step forward. Their faces go slack and Dad looks incredibly sad and angry.

Nope. I'm out! Taking advantage of the goon's lack of attention, I land a knee to his gut. His face contorts in pain, and the knife clatters to the ground.

As soon as my feet come into contact with the concrete, I take off as fast as I can.

"JANE!!"
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Time skip
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I don't stop running until my legs give out. I go down on my hands and knees in the grass, gasping for breath.

When I finally come to my senses, I realize I don't know where the fuck I am, I'm still lightly bleeding, and apparently I'm in a park.

Dammit. I sit back on my knees, taking deep breaths, my heart rate finally slowing down.  I brush a stray bang out of my face. I hiss when I move my arm, and feel the cut tear more.

"I don't even know where the hell I am. Trin'll probably be freaking out by now, I'm bleeding and my phone-Wow Jane. You're an idiot." I facepalm as I bring out my phone, dialing Trin.

After the first ring she picks up! "JANE! Where are you?! Are you ok?! What happ-"

"Woman! Get ahold of yourself. I'm relatively ok. I got jumped by Tom and his cronies, but I managed to get away. I'm at a park. I have no idea where though..." I stop and look around. "Oh. There's a pond with a small bridge."

"*sighs* I know where you're at. I'll be there in about 15 minutes. 20 if traffic's bad. I'm bringing the first aid kit. See you in a bit."

"Alright bye."

"Oh and Jane?"

"Yes?"

"Please, just this once... Stay out of trouble. For just 15 minutes."

I laugh lightly. "I'll try." She hangs up, and I rearrange myself so that I'm sitting with my knees drawn up to my chest. I rest my head on my non bloodied arm and watch the ducks in the pond.

What if they followed me? My heart rate picks back up at that thought. Oh my God... What if they are watching me?! I can't run anymore dammit. What would I do? I'm not going back where I'm not wanted. What're they even doing here?

"Jane..." I look up to find Trin's worried green eyes staring down at me. "What the hell happened?" She kneels beside me, first aid box in hand and begins cleaning the wound.

"Heh... Funny story..."