CHARACTER :
Akasa Tao Shintago Anubai
GENRE :
Unspecified
SCENARIO TYPE :
Is Her Background As Clean As Told?

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the smell of cigarettes and alcohol fill her senses. A shower of rain falls down in the unpleasant part of the district.

Red Lights District.

Her steps can't overcome the events aspiring around her. The way those cold dull purple eyes stare forward. Drenched through her own clothing as she continues walking.

She's young.

At most she's only seventeen as she walks. Eyes sometimes linger and and wander onto her. Why would she be in this type of district. No one knows.

She ends up walking into a stripper club. She's underaged but the man standing outside allows her in. Her breaths are short and she wipes water from her eyes.

The water drips as she leaves wet steps in her wake. She heads to the bar where a variety of hardly clothed women and old men sit.

She faces the counter and looks at the bartender.

"A devil's sake triple doused shot."

The bartender stops what they're doing before pointing out back to a door. Allowing her to pass through the bar counter and out the door.

The lights that flash a series of colors that resemble a sultry seductive vibe. She hates it here. It's scary here but she doesn't have a choice.

The room with a pole and a series of lingerie wearing women are in. Dancing around with one man and an uncomfortable younger yet slightly older boy than her.

His name is Hideyoshi Kadenokoji, the name of the young boy.

The older man let's a laughter erupt from him upon seeing her. Her pulse quickens and fear runs through her system. Yet she feels nothing on her expression as she stares.

"I assume the deed is done little girl."

not a question but a demand. she should have done the deed or it wouldn't be pretty. she had done the deed.

now to do the next deed.

A spray of blood enters the room and the women scream in horror. scrambling to get away as they run. Bumping and knocking into Akasa who stares. Hideyoshi holds the knife in his gloved hand. the older man's body hitting the ground as blood pools. his eyes move to Akasa and he seems calm.

"Akasa you know what this means right?"

the way she nods so curtly.

she doesn't want to live this life but does she have a choice?

she does not.

she would help him because he had helped her.

she had to pay him back.

The gun feels so cool against her fingers. briefly wandering over the gun that's holstered behind her back. To think she had used it just moments prior because she wanted to survive.

her mind wandering to that instance again.

the deed hadn't been what she had done. she didn't do it but along the way she did something. she had been scared. she didn't want it.

she had liked him but she didn't like what he was doing. Her whispers of no that got louder. to where she had to struggle. to where her weeping of fear for herself.

then the bang.

she had collided the gun against his head and scrambled back. crying louder as he dragged her. the more ruthless and abusive.

eventually she finds herself swinging the end of the gun at his face. tears streaming down her face as she listens to every crunch and squelch. her hiccups and shaky breaths.

the rain had washed away the blood and she had worn a jacket to hide the shirt.

she finds herself in a Yakuza.

it's like that for the next few years.

she's twenty now and she's been in the Yakuza group Hideyoshi leads.

she's worked as a executioner while the others judge and jury for fate.

she stops and pursues her career in being a doctor.

It's like that for six years straight. however things have changed and something new leaves her with anxiety.

she's scared out of her mind yet she simply smiles.

she feels cold.

she feels alone.

she feels confused.

she feels conflicted.

she knows one thing however.

once yakuza always yakuza.

the type of yakuza she finds herself in, is not the common one.