Re: It's all Sunshine and Rainbows!

[Michael Reed]

Michael did enjoy every time he went to Aerugo. It was just so nice to see such a different culture. It even made up the fact that they had such a crappy brands of chocolate. But it wasn't that much of a deal. Less greater chocolate wasn't the end of the world for him. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it. Michael had already started eating it, even though he was still walking towards his destination. An Yakuza hideout. He cracked another small piece and started merrily to chew it. His face was positively stoic, but the chewing was merry. The reason for that chocolate was that it calmed him down. For what reason? Well, Michael wasn't very good with authority figures. He disliked them while most of them were probably indifferent towards him. He was a Shatei after all. Merely a cannon fodder. ''But it doesn't have to be that way. I just need to improve myself as a whole and it will happen''. But even with that kind of determination, it would still be far away.

As Michael almost got to the hideout, he already noticed that few things were off. Such as the open door. And as he got to a little distance from the door, he saw the situation quite clearly. One person was being threatened by two other, who were possibly high-ranked members of Yakuza. There was also a fourth one, seemingly pissed off person who DEFINITELY was a high-ranked member of the Yakuza. ''Quite interesting'', he remarked inside his head as he took another piece of his chocolate bar to eat. ''Oh, don't let me interrupt anything. I can wait my for my turn to use the door''. He said with his obviously foreign Aerugese and started to eat the piece. Michael was more of an observer anyway. Besides, he didn't have his gun with him at the time.

[Guest]

"Who the fuck are you?" said the man in the sharp dressed suit, with an every so lovely grimace. Why, Vincente could make out the most minute details in the lines of his lovely face. This was probably due to the fact that the man's frowning visage was only centimeters from the smiling, unblinking face of the other.
Vicente opening his mouth to respond with an ever present grin, yet, his words never found the will to form, it seemed, a woman of creamy skin and blonde hair, sprung forth from the ends of nowhere. It was quite obvious she was a foreigner here in Aerugo, from her looks. The well endowed maiden glared at Vincente with a stare of poisoned daggers. Ah, so chilling! So murderous! Bene, bene! He could practically smell the blood that wafted off the woman's skin, like a parfum de la mort. What was that she held in her hand? Ivory tools, drenched in crimson elixir? Was she an artisan of cessation? Splendid!
"This ain't a Convention kid, I'd suggest you reconsider entering and walk away while you still draw air. said she, her venomous tones seeping into Vincente's ears as she loomed over the other man's shoulder. Ahhh! Such a wonderful voice she had, he had to see it, he had to! Hands dressed in brown leather gloves, darted to his own face, skillfully pushing the tinted glass visor from his eyes and up to rest on the crown of his silvery hair, and then slid the large byzantium coloured headphones from his ears unto his neck. Ahh, he was free to see the world as he saw it, unmarred by muffling and complex screens. Now....
"Can I kill him Maki? I haven't killed anything in over 45 minutes...I'm getting antsy.". Visions of carnation hue carried through her breath, swirling apparition of soft wisteria, beautifully tinged with anlaces stained of malevoli rosso. All these sublime images seeping into the anomalous souls of Vincente's eyes, those which lit up with the visage of a winged angel, divine gifts.
"Such a nice voice" murmured Vincente, as his distance gaze followed colours unseen by all else. So lost was he, to the beguiling display before him, that he had hardly noticed the woman dressed smartly in ebony and ivory, come forth from the nether, with instruments of death trained upon his countenance as well as the ebbing source of his life. She pushed forth to drive him back, but Vincente did not waver, and continued to smile cheerfully.
"What brings you here foreigner to such foundation of doing and undoing? Speak or ill will befall you." said she, in monotone threats, making her the third to greet him with hostilities. Her colour was smooth, and faded; faint upon his vision. Certainly not as vibrant as the last. More concise, a dim rosewood shade, though smoothing, certainly not to his fancy.

"Ara~Ara. What if I speak of ill?" teased the silver Ceresian. "Ah, but enough of that, I'm getting distracted by dipinti di voci". He turned his attention unto the man with the permanent scowl once again, returning a whimsical smile in kind. "Wa-ka-sa-ma" chirped he, his sporadic voice growing playfully cheerful in the face of death's beckoning. "Don't you remember me? My name is Vincente D'Arcangelo, del Mafioso della Ciliegia. You at least remember my brother, Pancrazio, ne? I've been sent to deliver you his message in person. Pancrazio says that the Mafioso has officially dissolved, and its remnants and remaining resources are ready to be claimed by the Yamaguchi. Wonderful, isn't it?~" said he in his lyrical voice, flitting between high cheerful tones and low, unsettling hums. "As good will of the Don, I've been sent to serve as a Representative and assist you. I look forward to witnessing your wonderful art. Afterall, you all have such nice colours~"

And so it would seem, after his lively introduction, yet another person had sprung forth from nowhere. People had a lovely habit of doing that, didn't they? Though Vincente did not mind, and he paid him no mind. As the newcomer commented nonchalantly upon the situation, Vincente slid his visor back down unto his face, and set his headphones upon his ears, letting the light hum of Mozart grace his mind once again. The dancing colours faded from his mind until only the humming strings of the Turkischer Marsch faintly flitting in and out of his inner eye. Outside colours were no more. Ah, such a shame it was. But alas! The curtain must close, the performance has yet to be seen.

[Guest]

"Can I kill him Maki? I haven't killed anything in over 45 minutes...I'm getting antsy." Hmph? Makoto turned his head, eyeing her up and down. So much was true, but... couldn't she just deal with it?

"What brings you here, foreigner, to such foundation of doing and undoing? Speak or ill will befall you." These woman, jeez. He rolled his eyes back to his...guest.

"What if I speak of ill?"

...

Was...he...fucking asking for his death!? KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII "Oh, don't let me interrupt anything." LLLLLLLLLLLLL...ehh? "I can wait my for my turn to use the door." Makoto raised an eyebrow at the rather...blond man that he had seen walking up from a brisk distance. Yeeeeah...he vaguely recalled this man joining recently. He had thought then, great, another foreigner when really Ville was one too and Ville-- ...was currently touching his chest. It made him feel superior when a woman touched his chest. He puffed it out further, feeling the heat from her hand seep through his clothing and disperse throughout his manliness. Yeah, he was about to go on a rampage and she was so aware of it that he nearly wanted to spin around and give her a piece of his mind. Instead, he let her put her slender, childish back in harms way. If she wanted to feel the brunt of his flames, by all fucking means.

"Ah, but enough of that, I'm getting distracted by dipinti di voci." ...eeh? "Don't you remember me?" Now wasn't that fucking obvious? "My name is Vincente D'Arcangelo, del Mafioso della Ciliegia." Who? "You at least remember my brother, Pancrazio, ne?" Not ringing any bells. Mako glanced to Tomoe to see if there was any recollection on her face; she usually knew these things, aaaaand nothing. Looks like this poor sucker was barking up the wrong damn tree. Aww well. "I've been sent to deliver you his message in person. Pancrazio says that the Mafioso has officially dissolved, and its remnants and remaining resources are ready to be claimed by the Yamaguchi. Wonderful, isn't it?~" OH. Oh, right. Thattt Pancrazyo with the Mafioso. Now it made sense. Why didn't he fucking say so!? Makoto grunted and stepped out of the man's face, brushing himself off and readjusting the cuffs of his suit. Well then, if that was the case, then back to busin--ESSARRRGHHISHEAD the sunlight it burrrrned!!! He turned away quickly, shielding his eyes with a hand and blinking furiously. Why had the sun chosen that exact moment to come out from behind a cloud? WHY. It was spite. Someone somewhere was spiting him...and they would die.

"As good will of the Don, I've been sent to serve as a Representative and assist you. I look forward to witnessing your wonderful art. Afterall, you all have such nice colours~" ...Hanya? He wasn't done yet? There was more?! Makoto went to turn around but AHHHHHRRRHGHHH. Colors? What the fuck did anything have to do with colors!? He whipped out a pair of flashy sunglasses and placed them over his eyes, squinting through the shades at the two men. There wasn't really a reason to kill anyone. Maybe cut off his tongue. No, too severe. His father had told him, and him alone, about the importance of this man, Vin-something or other, which involved no harm coming to him and them working together. Ah, so he was a new recruit like this blond guy. AH-HAHAH! They were becoming more now weren't they!? SPECTACULAR. A smirk filled his face before speaking.

"Eeeh, so why don't you start by coming with us to the store. Then," Mako paused, holding up a hand to stop the two girls from offering their services instead, and continued, "convince whomever is there to go and get ALL the back stock of pudding, understand?" His eyes flitted to the blond, Michael. "...Have you had breakfast yet?"



[Guuuyss, so once we actually get to the store, NIN is going to join. She's a 6-year-old girl whom is going to be adopted by the yakuza as their pet. ;D Don't worry, she can kick ass.]

[NIN]

Hours before this confrontation had begun, there was a loud crash on top of an abandoned mill factory. Not like that was any thing new. Factories collapsed and decayed all the time and it especially wasn't new to the person who had caused it. A tiny form wriggles out of the mess and fell on top of the factory blacktop. A wooden pile of carnage had fallen before her and you could see the faint outlines of stuffed animals and jars of toys. The little form was a child at the age of five with stark white hair and pale skin. Her orange nightie was covered in dust and chocolate stains. She rubbed her head and pulled a few splinters out of her tight braid. " Great, need to expand my hideout..." She mumbled to herself. "Isn't that right, peachy?" The girl pulled out a red panda holding a bag of what looked like money. She placed her hand on his ears and moved his head up and down in agreement. " Mhmm, yes we do NIN. Your so smart and pretty!" She giggled at her own game, dropping the animal carelessly as she began to fish for her clothes.

After getting dressed in an orange dress with white trimming, black coat and black shoes with bright orange stockings; she pulled all of the wood pieces away from her possessions and tossed it in a pile. She then decided that next time she would make her hideout out of concrete. She picked up peachy and sat on a small chair with flowers on it. " Peachy, do you think I should just buy a home?" Instead of giving him his own little voice like she did last time, she waited for an answer. Her heart hit the bottom of her stomach as no response came. She tossed the abused toy back down on the dirty floor and held her cheeks in her hands. Inanimate objects can only provide so much company...at that moment her stomach twinged in pain. Hunger was the only reason she went down to the orphanage anymore now that she had bought herself a fuuton.

She didn't feel that positive to go down to the smelly building where the kids there defecate in their own jeans and cry over little fights. It wasn't a matter of hating that place, it was a matter of her own dignity on lowering herself to their level. She stared at the dirty red panda holding a morsel of her money. She didn't feel much like buying food from a conveyance store and she didn't feel like skipping the bill at a restaurant. There was something boiling inside her tiny heart that she hadn't felt before. She may have not known it but even though she didn't care for parents, her subconscious did. First it turned to loneliness, then sadness, to anger and now it's processing into pure rage. Beneath those twin dimensional red orbs above her rosy cheeks was the intent to kill.

NIN looked through her pink safe and pulled out a large metal object the size of her own head. She could barely pick it up with her own hands, but she didn't need to hold it for long. It was a colt 45 with polymer grip handle, the kind that leaves no fingerprints and even less sweat residue. The metal was cool to the touch as she put the safety on and eased it into her ducky backpack along with her cellphone, wallet, yoyos, and a whistle. After that, she opened the fire escape doors and walked down the spiraling creaky metal steps. If anyone larger than herself ever tried to climb up here, the bolts would detach from the already crumbling stone walls. After jumping off of the ramp, she began skipping down the dark gloomy alleyway with black umbrella in hand. With a tune in her mouth and a new joy in her heart she set off to the store.

She was going to rob someone at gunpoint today.

[Guest]

Ok where to begin ? Let's begin with the ijin trying to tease her. He of course failed and failed miserably but let's rewind back the tape a little bit. The foreigner was not pushed back and showed an aura. An aura of a dauntless brave or maybe an aura of a madness maniac ? And since this is the yakuza, The mangaka settled for the latter. The assassin indeed observant though not observant enough to take a peek into his inner thoughts and how did he view the shateigashira and the Kyodai. Both offered death but in different flavors and in such offering, the blond foreigner showed a burning passion and the dark native revealed no emotion. Was his beautiful mind able to see that ? Or did his eyes only see nothing but the flesh ?

But she who is cloaked in ivory clad in the fabrics of ebony was observant enough to see his two angels shimmered while reflecting the image of death and yet he asked her what happen if he spoke of ill ?

Her face remained indifferent however her guns were still pointed at his throne and fountain. Hearing his reasons to be here. "Don't you remember me?" Oh, the sense of the deja vu the gamer in her felt. She expected to hear 'It's a-me Mario' But well he didn't. He kept explaining why is he here, it seems this 'mafioso' dissolved and the yamaguchi-gumi claimed it. It seems too that their yakuza is expanding aggressively and took a new foot hold in La Ciliegia.

Still her customs kept their vigil at the man with Cersian features with his avatar dressed in white and a long cape of ivory with the now concealed angel twins until Waka-sama told those who were already there from before in the language of movement to halt. Then in the ways of speech, he told them or rather ordered to get all the pudding.

Dual guns retracted back. She is now to fetch pudding and a lot of it, let's hope the jackass refrigerator will be able to contain this new batch. Maybe they should get a new refrigerator as well, that she thought. But before she goes, she remembered that she owes Mr. Vincente a reply regarding what happens if he speaks of ill. She whispered and his eyes would see her lips moving but he hears nothing thanks to his well built MP3 system.

She took off as her black - like the midnight - long cape that adorned her throne kept dancing behind her like a comely Geisha. On her way out, her black pearls would meet the blue diamonds of the other new member of the yakuza, she nodded to him. And when she became almost beside him, she whispered again but that one will hear what she will say.

Welcome to paradise... but she didn't stop, she continued walking. The blond shatei now needs to speak with the waka. As for her, she hurled to the store if by walking if it is near or reach for a car - which will be driven by anyone else than her - and that depends on how the group will go. She needs to make some preparations and the most important of them is to reserve the whole stock of pudding and make sure that to stop anyone who tried to have their hands on this treasures of various colors.

She went to the cashier.

Call the manager. She says.

Huh he says.

We will buy all the pudding stock.

Huh..

Just do it.

He made some calls, they refused at first but let's say the aerugese girl was persuasive or rather intimidating and in the end they accepted.

Ok then what else to buy. she thought to herself.

[Guest]

Villetta sighed. Too bad, he would have made a nice trophy. She opened her hand slightly, and the bone katana slid up into her palm. It was far more uncomfortable absorbing bones than it was to produce them. She placed her hands behind her head and moved off to the side. Allowing Maki talk to a new lackey. Pfft. As if they didn't have enough of those running about. As she walked her massive mounds began to bounce more than usual, her hands reached down and kneaded her own breasts. "Grrrr I hate these things. Always flopping about and getting in my way...and I have to wear a fucking bra. I'll be back." She moved back through the room and exited. She climbed the stairs and entered her private room. Maki didn't stay here, so he didn't really have a spacious room like Villetta. She was used to taking the biggest room she could. She had so many clothes, so much so that she nearly could fill an entire hideout with them. She loved her little cute dresses. However, in full form she had little more than a closet full of clothes. She reached into her drawer and pulled out a bra. Quickly shedding her shirt, she slid the bra on and fastened the hooks. ANOTHER STUPID THING ABOUT HAVING BREASTS. Not only did they only make them bounce around in a container now, she had to better hold them up using these damn padded bras. And heaven forbid she not wear one, none of the men in the Yakuza would work properly. She figured that out last time a shipment of weapons went out on her watch. Half of them were half assembled or missing vital pieces like the damn SPRINGS or maybe a firing pin. Jesus. Well she could go Pre-teen? No. She preferred to be full grown around Maki, at least during their "off-time" but now it was getting cumbersome. She let out a sigh, and her body began to shrink back down to it's normal visage.

She threw on a black silk dress, and slid on some flats, tied her ribbons into her hair and sprinted downstars jumping quite a few of them. She moved back into the room and looked around. "So we just standing around here or we going shopping? I need milk and butter...and CANDY!"

[Michael Reed]

While it was natural for a group that small react differently, the indifference seemed to be a recurring theme. The first one, the man with grey hair, didn't even seem to acknowledge that Michael was there. The woman with colors of black and white did seem to notice him, but didn't show any kind of reaction. But that could be explained. Maybe she was just stoic by nature. Michael couldn't tell if the other woman noticed him or not, for his attention was elsewhere entirely. And the thing he noticed was, obviously, that that woman... could manipulate bones. Even if it was some kind of alkahestry, it was still a bit creepy. Also, it seemed to have hurt. Or at least it SHOULD have hurt. Again, Michael was unable to tell for he wasn't the person in question. Or a mind reader. Fourth person, Makoto Kiyoshino, was the only person who actually talked to him. Or someone who actually had something to say. Or who was friendly towards strangers... ''Note to self: Enough with all of the speculation''. Which was easier said than done. What could one do to one's own personality?

''Thank you for asking, Kiyoshino-sama''. Michael was quite sure that honorifics were important in Aerugo. At least according to his source material. ''But yes, aside from this bar of chocolate...'' His attention turned briefly to the mentioned chocolate bar. He took another piece of it to eat before continuing. ''I haven't really eaten anything this morning. Although now that the subject has been to go to store, I would be glad to come along''. He swallowed the aforementioned, now chewed piece of chocolate. ''I couldn't imagine surviving solely by pudding''. And although he had good attention span, his attention was diverted for a moment. For it was that monochrome member of the Yakuza. She looked at Michael and nodded her head. Michael was a bit unsure about the meaning. But wait, there's more. The monochrome girl walked past him, but not before saying something, quietly.

''Welcome to paradise... ''

Then she just walked past him, without stopping at all. Michael, on the other hand, didn't follow her to walk for more than he could without turning his head. Out of the four, she seemed the most mysterious. And mysteries were pleasant. Such as the mystery of how did that earlier situation sort itself out so fast. Because there the bone lady was, now a child and eager to g... ''Hang on a minute...''. Michael had to stop his thoughts from wandering as another unusual feat presented itself. That creepy lady had turned much younger. No, it must have been her child. Yes, that was way more plausibly and probably true too. ''Well, at least she has already started her journey towards a store. Probably the store I saw on my way there''. As that was said, Michael turned himself around to start to walk towards the store himself. He also remembered the existence of his chocolate bar, which was noticeably reducing. Which was actually good, for he was going to get some real food before his hunger would rise.

[Guest]

...She was grabbing her breasts. Distracted immensely from the question he had just asked, his chestnut eyes glued themselves to fondling hands, disrupted only by... "Grrrr I hate these things. Always flopping about and getting in my way...and I have to wear a fucking bra. I'll be back." Hate? ...HATE?! They were made for one reason: men. Women dealt with their pudding-like jiggle for men and only men. HATE?! ...really? It was--was...depressing? No, too harsh. It was a let-down. In every man's fantasy, women loved their breasts. BUT WAIT. He whipped his head to the side, eyes staring flatly at Ville's chest. ...Hanya? Women. But was Ville a woman...or was she a girl?! A CONTROVERSY! He shot his head back around once her retreating figure vanished from his sight along with less than ninety seconds of roundabout thoughts. Unconcluded. Will ask later.

"...asking, Kiyoshino-sama." ...Eh? He moved out of the doorway further with Tomoe, listening to the heavy bang of the cherrywood shutting behind them. "But yes, aside from this bar of chocolate...I haven't really eaten anything this morning. Although now that the subject has been to go to store, I would be glad to come along." Ah, chocolate, a healthy breakfast for all, among others... He found himself nodding sagely, a hand on his chin to support his aching head that was reduced to an epic throb of super painful proportions. Turned on an unscuffed white heel, he descended the stairs into the garden area.

"Call me Mako and sure, join us." The Wakagashira watched the blond chew the chocolate with something nearing interest. Pudding...pancakes........ He wanted them. NOW. It was a desire welding up inside of him like an endless array of--

"I couldn't imagine surviving solely by pudding."

..............................................heh.

"What the fuck does that even mean EHHH!?! Who in their right mind would only eat pudding!? Fucking get your head straight, Mickki!!" Mouse. He turned around to shout the rather unthreatening, yet very yakuza order, which burst to life like diesel and flame. FUCKING RIGHT. Tomoe streamed past them in a blur of black and white, whispering words they all fucking heard. What was the point then!?

"Welcome to paradise..."

"That's because I haven't shown you hell yet."

"Well, at least she had already started her journey towards a store. Probably the store I saw on my way there." That's right, this was Mickki's first time here and Vin-something-or-other's as well (that much was obvious). They would need rooms. And a tour. And other things that he had nothing to do with. THIS WAS HIS FUCKING DAY OFF. And...he had a hangover the size of...what was the biggest planet again? Ah, fuck it. The sun. It was the size of the sun that blinded him and made the ache WORSE.

"So we just standing around here or we going shopping? I need milk and butter...and CANDY!" Ah, she was back? He raised a finger, which so happened to be his middle. Shedding a crooked smirk, he started walking.

"Girls are fucking slow." ...Girl?! GIRL. So she was a girl. She gave reason to her complaint then--it was justified...to an extent. Don'tlookatherboobsMakotodon'tdoitRESISTREEEESISSTTT!!! Down the streets he lead them among the normal morning commuters rushing to the station nearby. A konbini called LAWSON'S burst from the urban artistry, fitted with the typical convenient store supplies...like pudding! Tomoe seemed to already be inside, at the register.

Ding ding, the bell on the door jingled as he walked through, eyes completely on her. "We will buy all the pudding stock." He sighed.

"Were my orders not clear EHHH!? I told Vin-something-or-other to do it. Look at him. He looks..." How to describe...that... What fucking ever. He walked off, leaving his sentence and punishment half-finished, and shot Ville a look. The look that very expressly asked her what he could do to help with whatever the hell it was she needed to make the meal of godliness. "Prepare yourself Mickki...I'll teach you why pudding is the fucking shit. Tomoe, have them shipped to the address." ...for later. He cackled slightly, and grabbed a pack of ibuprofen off the shelf, slamming it onto the counter with a golden credit card, and a nasty look. Fuck...ing...hu...rry...up he needed his painmurderers or whatever the hell they were called!!

[Start skipping people if they aren't posting]

[Guest]

[Sorry people in heaps of pain and medication...half the time I'm sedated into a fucking self-induced coma. Trying my best with this.]

Villetta, in her childlike energy, grabbed everything she needed and then some. Piling on Reese's cups with chips, gummy worms and soft baked cookies. She quickly darted through the aisles to grab some milk and six or fifteen boxes of pudding mix. She didn't count. She dropped the mess on the counter and looked at the secondary cashier. Her expression was one of glee, but behind those innocent sweet adoring eyes was the distinct expression she was ready to go. She slammed bills on the counter, and smiled. Clearly overpaying, but she was very excited to be cooking for Maki! It had been...oh nine weeks since she cooked anything for him. He was fairly uninterested in her last meal, but the idea of pudding involved in the mix this time probably made him question less and accept more. "Pressé pressé pressé! Je tiens à cuisiner pour MAKI! Maki peut être heureux! Bonne maki signifie pas morts! Eh même... parfois." The cashier stopped and stared at Ville for a few seconds. Ville's cheeks poked out. "Taking longer is not in the best interest of your health missy..." That was the LAST time the teenage woman looked at Ville. Her sole task in life at this moment was getting them the hell out of the store.

The cheerful smile returned to Ville, even when she got the total of the bill. Her allowance was enormous, mostly to keep her from throwing tantrums about not being able to buy clothes and toys. Also, she took the suicide jobs. As she was the only one capable, or dumb enough to do them. Such as guaranteeing a bomb went off in a building, or releasing deadly chemical in a office building to kill the rat of an accountant they used to have. Perhaps that job was a tad excessive, but multiple deaths instead just a single one looked less suspicious. Finally, the bags were packed and she raced outside with the bags in tow. Skipping down the road and heading back to the hideout. No point waiting for them, she had food to prepare! Well...she probably should cook for everyone else too. OR! or they could just have some fucking cereal and be happy they get to eat food at all...or have a stomach. She was getting pretty good at ripping those out cleanly now. Time to Maki a good meal, she immediately grabbed a few of the men to help her out. Cracking eggs, beating the batter, mixing the eggs and bacon, and she even sent one out to pick up some milk for Maki to drink. She knew the pancakes would be thick. Hehehe, he's going to love it!

[NIN]

She ran down the concrete sidewalks, her tiny feet making a small pattering noise upon it as if rain was wetting its thirst. Her red eyes glowed almost pink as she held onto her ducky backpack. She turned her head around nervously, looking back to see if they gained up on her. There was a flash of light within those depths as she saw two policemen turn the corner. That fire in her small heart burned even brighter as her arms shook. Wanting to fight.

As she passed a light post she spotted a mail vending machine. It was yellow in color and had the front page as some sort of accident that had happened in an office. Something about rat poisoning, but never mind that. She had to get rid of these guys who were bounding after her in their adult-sized legs. She tucked her own legs underneath her as she fell onto her ducky backpack and slid underneath the machine, the backpack being used for less friction. She stopped and began pulling the wires from underneath the metal panel that she got loose using the metal buttons on her black coat. She placed the panel at the edge of the mail box for the policemen to see.

By the time they got there she had already disconnected the wires from the box. Funny thing is that since she was only a child, they tried to coax her out of there. Why were they chasing her? As it was standing, when a child of Aerugese is missing from the orphanage, it's the policeman's job to find those children and bring them back. Well, she wasn't about to go to that smelly dump again and be adopted by some couple with confidence issues. She pulled out the wires from the box and began cutting it with a piece of glass she picked up from the bottle she threw at them earlier.

She then waited while holding said wires. One of the two knelt down and reached for her backpack while trying to coax her out. "Now come on little missy, you need to go back to-" She placed the live wires on the metal plate that he would have to graze to reach her and the electric current passed through him and to the other policeman whom he was touching. The two men collapsed on the ground unconscious. She crawled out of the space and picked the handcuffs and keys from their belts along with both of their guns. As she bagged them, she paused over their bodies.

A minute later she walked down the street with a heavier backpack now filled with a clean gun, two cop guns, handcuffs, and now a police hat that she was now wearing as a trophy. She then walked around the convenience store and to the electric box. She took the knife she had pulled from the policeman's boot and jammed it in the box, popping it open without the key. She looked at the wiring system and smiled. Just like she thought: the surveillance system was separate from the rest of the electrical system due to how old the building was. Of course she would need to get rid of that. She took the knife and carefully pulled out the metal insertion that would have the flow of electricity possible to reach the cameras.

She took her sock from her shoe and wiped the cuff of it (devoid of most skin particles) and wiped her prints from whatever she touched. After that, she walked out of the small alleyway only fit for a child and walked into the store, the knife hidden in her ducky pack. She saw several loud people ringing up orders and calling out food brands. Oh well. She pulled the hat farther down. She was smart enough to tuck her hair into the hat so she wouldn't be identified by her odd hair. She walked over and put on the reflective sunglasses and pretended to look in the mirror with them as she thought about what she wanted.

She scurried to the refrigerator and pulled out a pint of chocolate milk, she then went to the dry foodstuffs and got candy, cereal, a cute toy, six onigiri and some latex gloves. She waited her turn in line and went up to the registry and put her stuff through. She paid for her stuff, though it was really hard to hand him the money. Then she put on the latex gloves and started to cry loudly. Tears pouring down behind those glasses. The man who was behind the counter looked worried as most grownups do. He walked around the registry and touched her shoulder. "What's wrong, sweetie?" She started sniffling as she rifled through her ducky bag. " I...got hurt..." She put out her scuffed knee that had been from escaping the policemen. She had only realized the pain while she was picking out the stuff.

The man smiled. "I have a band-aid in the back. Wait here." He walked away but pretending to be hurt again, she followed him. As he bent down to get the box, she quickly pulled out the gun, turned off the safety and cocked it. Aiming the barrel at his chest. Neither the people ringing up their orders nor the other register could see her. She whispered silently. " What would make me feel even better is that money in the box. So why don't you give the baby what she wants?" She smiled cutely as the reflection of fear enveloped in his face.

She frowned at his expression. In about five seconds her cover will be blown. She shot the lady on the other side in the head as she received the money from one of the other patrons. Since it was a 45, it made her arms hurt with the blow back and the top half of the woman's head was nearly blown off as she hit the floor with a deadening *Plack*. The man started whimpering as he handed her the money and started emptying out the other one. She jumped up on the counter so she could get a long look at the others. Noticing the main man's attire she relaxed.

She turned to him and smiled. " I would curtsy but I'm holding a gun, sir. I won't get in your way..." The man handed the money to her and she laid another bullet in his head with a loud *Bam* " ...if you don't get in mine." She tucked away the gun and jumped off the counter, running to the door. She turned around and slid a stack of 20's his way as she turned to the right and out of their line of vision.

Her tiny legs slowed as she got a block away from the site. No one suspect a 5 year old girl carrying grocery bags were the ones who shot two people in a robbery. Her heart was pumping as she imagined the images of blood exploding into droplets and carpeting the linoleum with that red liquid. It was horrifying but in some part of her brain...it was exhilarating. She pulled out her two yoyos and began to play with them while sitting on the park bench, waiting for the municipal bus. Suddenly the two cops came back, this time with a third person. As professional cops always do when angry, they don't talk but just act.

They first tried to flank her on each side while the one tried to go behind her, but she knew she still had the advantage. She filled her lungs and let out a blood curling scream that could be heard from several blocks. Her now pink face smirked as she ran towards the new cop and lifted off from the park bench arm rest and landed both feet that were covered in glass from the other occasion; into that man's face. Caught off guard from the scream and the jump he fell flat on the ground, head hitting the concrete with a wet *Tack*. Assuming his brain was scrambled she turned to the other two who had already started to run at her again.

Without thinking she threw her Yoyo at the first man that she had electrocuted and it wrapped around his neck. No longer having the knife to cut it loose, he stood there about to black out. The second one pulled out a gun, finally realizing she didn't care who she hurt. She took the knife out of her still-open pack and threw it at the man's gut. Being not of good aim, it landed in his thigh. He fell to the ground holding the wound in agony while NIN stood there panting, realizing that the other man died from lack of oxygen. She pulled it a certain way so it would loosen and retreat back into her hands.

She was about to walk away with her things, but she heard a loud *Shh*It was from a policeman's intercom. She turned around and the man was about to call for reinforcements...

WC: 1,525

Sorry if it's too long.

[Guest]

Oh, Really. so it was supposed to be vincente to bring out the cash to bring in these treasures of mostly white and mostly brown they need to hunt. Of course, she would deny Waka-sama's of his fun and be the one to make the order. Why ? Did you see pavarotti goes soprano in a Kabuki theater ? No, it never happened and it will never happen. That Ceresian needs first to learn how to deal with aerugese people just to prevent unneeded problems.

Ara-Ara-Ara~ echoed in the labyrinth that is her mind. Being mostly amused that she paid him back for stepping on her previous awesome comment with the blond new yakuza.

It seems that Waka-sama is half pissed of her way of doing things. But a half-pissed Waka is a kawaii waka...in a good badass way. Vincento D'Arcangelo..his name is she said, making her tutelage true and her teaching swift, exactly like the true and swift of sauron himself.

Hai Hai, I am on it. the lady in black and white said in a tone that matched her choice of colors. Seeing that that shateigashira returned to her chibi form speaking in enthusiastic gibberish light green that is rouenian only followed with threatening violet that is aerugese. Ah, foreigners of these days. However she lift and with that death left behind awesome. Good, Good, today is going to go smooth. The waka is right now searching for small round weapons of mass destruction that can kill max. pain, they will return all to their headquarters and have a happy ending.

However...

The shateigashira is not the only death-bringer. Ah, Kids of these days. A small girl was playfully making a false threat to the cashier at another counter. Nothing t... *Pup* *Pup* and death came and left some red marks on the walls and tomoe's cheek with the third register that close to poop.

Mukashi Mukashi...

There were three happy registers working happily in the convenience store working hardly for their families hoping for a bright future then on an unknown day in unknown hour, a small cute girl came and playfully pointing a toy gun making false threats, killed two of the registers, got the money and ran away.

The only twist in this mentioned story is that the gun was a real one. However, the mangaka in black and white is now in turmoil for What she saw is simply an anime which cut abruptly half-season. The gamer in black and white is now in complete anger for what she saw is a game with a bug prevented it from going further.

It was a meaningless death, She always believes in meaningful death, she never believed in meaningless death. Meaningless death is like a bug that may prevent her from shipping the pudding.

The surviving register was pulled by his necktie and would hear a monotonic order that he will have to execute.

Don't poop. she said with a doll face that never showed a scowl.

H-h-hai. he gulped his already dry saliva.

You are going to send all the pudding to this address. She firmly said.

But..

Don't but me. he would feel a sharp metal at his neck as a threat and a lot of bills in his shirt pocket as a tip. Do as I say without any questions. See to it yourself. The pudding needs to be shipped to the their headquarters, it is very essential for the yakuza's survival and fully pissed waka is deadly..in a good badass way.

Hai. Her small blade sheathed and indeed quite obedient he is. Good, she avoided a true menace. Still, she was pissed off though her face kept it's doll like features without violation, only her two black pearls with malice more darkened as in whispers she lulled.

Yurusenai...Yurusenai...Yurusenai...Yurusenai...Yurusenai...Yurusenai...Yurusenai...Yurusenai..Yurusenai.. And she didn't know who she wouldn't forgive the most. The girl who fired a gun in the presence of her waka or she herself who let someone armed to be that close to her waka without noticing. What if the small girl was an anti-yamaguchi-gumi yakuza ?

The formerly okinawan yakuza who serves now her new waka in all the glory that is ebony and ivory went outside, mask worn and guns drawn. She followed and didn't have to go far for the #1 cutie was already there with two dead cops on the ground.

Who is she ? The new substitute shinigami.

One tried to call for reinforcements however unfortunately for him the intercom was pierced into two by a magnum bullet followed by two other bullets to the leg and arm. Still, she didn't finish the cop. She doesn't kill cops unless it is extremely necessary and extremely necessary she didn't yet feel. Her two guns locked at the girl and if the girl tried to do something funny, Tomoe will not think twice.

She neared from the injured cop to throw with her lower leg dressed in a shoe his pistol away without lifting her eyes on the young cutie. The assassin in black and white didn't speak and no words would be heard coming from behind that mask of hers, for it not her decision to spare or to punish, for such decisions belongs to Waka-sama.

[Michael Reed]

First he had been fairly nice after being kind of angry, but he was back to angry now. Or at LEAST to a highly enthusiastic state. ''Is this what they call mood swings?'' Michael didn't actually say it out loud, seeing that it wasn't necessary. Or wise. Because if Mako really suffered from mood swings, he could have just burst into tears for noticing the flaw. That, or shooting Michael in the leg for pointing it out. He didn't know. He hadn't met people with such disorder. But still, he would observe his behavior for more clues about it.

And for the record, it wasn't the only snarky comment that Michael could come up with. He just chose the best one. Other candidates were ''Don't mind me, I'm not the one obsessed with pudding'' or ''That's Mr. Mouse for you''.

But moving on. The group had gotten to the store. The monochrome lady had already went on and had proceeded to order the entire stock of pudding. Yes, the entire stock. ''This pudding obsession is far more serious than I thought''. Michael himself settled with some cheese, butter and a packet of finncrisps. And Mako had said something enthusiastically. While he didn't find the stupid nickname as something to note out, there was something else in those words. Pudding. ''And you wondered why I was worried about surviving solely on pudding. Honestly, what's up with your obsession?'' Michael kept his calm voice, like always. However, what did make him lose his calmness was something more shocking than the pudding OCD.

A gunshot.

It had the power to turn Michael's surprised face over the general direction of it. But that was about all he could do. It was just... too unexpected. Way too unexpected. After a very small pause, another gunshot had been heard. After which the robber and murderer, a child who didn't even look old enough to attend school, ran out of the store. But that was a minor issue. Michael ran up to one of the shot cash registers. He didn't even have to check the pulse. The same with the other one, which he could see without moving a bit. Why had that girl shot those two, seemingly innocent people? That was as big mystery as the fact how absurd the how situation was. First, a six years old kid stealing a store, not to mention the fact that she was able to withstand the recoil. And then there was the fact the monochrome lady had gone and threatened the surviving employee to send the pudding. ''My words fail me''. But considering the seriousness of the situation, that remained as another one of Michael's inner comments. The woman did have the decency to make up that act by going after the kid. Michael himself just moved himself away from the corpses and approached the door, by walking, to see how this was going to end. But before that, he had to make a clarification. ''And if you're wondering my lack of action, I'm simply not carrying weapons with me at the moment''. Clarification directed towards Mako, seeing that he would probably wonder it anyway. Michael then continued to proceed outside to observe the (hopefully) unfolding situation.

[Guest]

Nope. She had it handled...and it was a fucking waste of money. Like what the hell was that shit she was pulling? As if this sad excuse for an establishment was capable of handling such a hefty sum of money for the measly amount of supplies they were buying. Seriously. Yet--yet...at the same time, Villetta looked more than happy. Despite having boobs the size of--the size of... ehh... Makoto looked around frantically and saw an image of a firetruck on one of the stupid playing card games that idiot school kids occupied their useless time with and decided that was satisfactory. Despite having boobs the size of a firetruck, Villetta was grinning like a child. It fit. Don't fucking question it. She was like one of those kids herself she just...had boobs...and was totally about to make him breakfast. Win-win? Fuck yeah. He deserved nothing less either. Except it would be great if the goddamn-slow-ass-motherfucker of a cashier would figure out how to slide his card. She was nearly drooling with brain damage as she struggled with the receipt. Mako hissed and whisked the card out of the bitches' hand, taking the drugs without a bag. "Fucking useless prick." Even he wasn't that stupid. Look father, someone more brainless than me. Be fucking proud.

He wanted to kill someone.

"And you wondered why I was worried about surviving solely on pudding. Honestly, what's up with your obsession?"

Only half paying attention, Makoto turned his head slightly to answer, chestnut eyes flashing dangerously under the buzzing florescent lights. "Don't fucking put words in my mouth, Mickki; I'm busy here. That's a stupid question; go Wikipedia it or whatever." Not like Mako knew how to use something like a computer, but some jackass apparently made a page for the Yamaguchi and Mako had his own special section with details about himself that he didn't even know. My blood type is AB? he had thought upon reading the screen Bunji showed him. 'kay. He didn't give a flying fuck, but it was kind of creepy that people knew shit about him down to his pudding addic--love for pudding. It was bullshit. What was wrong with loving pudding?! Who the fuck decided that pudding wasn't badass? It fucking jiggled; even the very composition of pudding was sexy. God. Fuck that shit. Speaking of jiggling, Villetta was already out of the place and totally just...gone. Already cooking? Wonderful. He grinned sheepishly and saw Mickki pile on the cheese, butter, and...what the--whatever--onto the counter that Ville had just vacated.

Turning around to wait outside and have a smoke, something breezed by him, stopping him in his tracks. Next in line to his register was--what the fuck was that shit? A small animal or something? It wasn't until shrieking punctured his hangover-induced eardrums that he cared enough to look. A little girl. Not in school. Crying. The only thing that went through his head in that moment was one very simple thing: murder. That. Was. Not. Okay. That sound. That sound needed to stop. Now. Without water or any other liquid beside his own spit, Mako downed four of the painmurderers that he didn't even remember tearing out of the package. ...And proceeded to nearly choke.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Shut up bitch; stop pretending you give a shit and go back to your mundane, brainless routine of bullshit.

"I...got hurt..." Who the fuck cares? Get dead and stfu. And what? A band aid? He was so done. ...to the door out!

Click. That sound. That sound was different than the wailing and mildly disturbing language being tossed around. That sound alerted every fiber in Mako's body. Tunnel vision happened and a feral growl nearly dripped out of his parted lips. A whisper, and quickly money was flung from Mickki's cashier.

"Just don't hurt her!" He cried, limbs quivering enough to make Mako dizzy enough to roll his eyes and ready his fingers that came too late.

Bang! A gunshot. Blood splashed against the walls, across Tomoe's cheek, on Mako's stark white shoes. Not okay. A scream. The male cashier was sobbing--screaming some nonsensical nonsense about how he loved her. The little girl had her money and the responsibility for someone's death. Right in front of him. What the fuck was he doing just standing there? In a LAWSON'S, really? Just as he was spacing out about how ridiculous it was that a murder was taking place in a generic convenient store while he was there, in the morning, on his day off, while he had a hang over, while-- the man was shot.

"...if you don't get in mine." ...Hanya? He tilted his head to the side, black hair falling over his eyes. Didn't she realize there were witnesses here? How the fuck old was she? Seriously. What. She hopped off the counter and out the door in a flash. WAIT. Waitwaitwait. It would look like they were the ones that did this shit. He gave a look to Mickki beside him and sighed heavily. Why couldn't he just have a fucking relaxing day off!? Tomoe was threatening the last living LAWSONS worker until their eyes briefly met and she was out the door as well, chasing the little girl who could have very well ruined his day. FUCKTHAT. He grit his teeth and slammed his foot into one of the card stands behind him, sending the thing crashing to the ground and a million things shattering in his blind rage. Hissing through his anger, he began wiping off his shoes on the dead guy's sleeve. This was ridiculous. The chick may have been some washed-up sad excuse for a human being, but to kill her? He was thinking of doing so himself, but... Mako was angry.

He was PISSED.

That was his fucking prey. "And if you're wondering my lack of action, I'm simply not carrying weapons with me at the moment." ...Eh? Mako turned to see Mickki at the door. Yeah? Well, he was too fucking busy wondering about his own lack of action. It was the fucking headache; he couldn't even think straight. Ughghhhhhhhhngdkjgnjskfbewjew!!!!#@$%

"We're going after them," he barked, not wanting to obey his own order. "Vin-something-or-other just go help Villetta with breakfastGODDAMMIT." Then they were out the door.

It took way too long to find where the sirens were blasting a block away and where the few dead bodies littered the ground. Nottttt. He could find it in his sleep. And he fucking wished he was sleeping instead of dealing with this shit. And why he was dealing with this shit was because he was very, very PISSED the fuck off. Mickki seemed to be trailing after him towards the unfolding situation, Tomoe there as well with her two guns trained expertly on the little girl. She would not miss. But Mako wasn't in a killing mood; he wanted to see the little girl suffer. Not pretend suffer--not wail--not cry: he wanted the nitty-gritty core of suffering. A callous smirk drew across his lips, eyes a vicious beady black.

"Didn't your parents ever tell you not to cross with strangers?" He pointed to the smear of blood on his shoes with a sneer that screamed he meant fucking business.


[fyi, NIN, she's sort of not appealing to Mako in anyway right now. XD She's just like a simple murderer who is needlessly killing. You might want to rethink how she acts in your next post that way we can make the plans work.]

[NIN]

This was bad.

Her hands started to perspire around her colorful yoyo, shaking uncontrollably. She didn't feel sorry for what she did and nor would she own up. What she was really afraid of was those dark emotionless eyes piercing into her heart. Those eyes that said " you should feel remorse. You should feel sorry."

She didn't need that.

A dark pool of blood started to form around her feet, the liquid coming from the leg of the second man and mostly the neck of the first. The bright shiny ooze started to coagulate and become clotted and dark. Melding with her small black shine-tops. The dark woman would not waver while behind her sunglasses she was scared. She coughed quietly, trying not to move the arm she had the yoyo in. She raised her head to the woman and opened her tiny mouth. " Imma put my pack down. It's got two guns. The 45 with a 50 clip and a 38 six-shot." Without waiting for permission, she pulled her pack by the yellow duck bill that it had plastered on and tossed against a clean spot, it's contents spilling out. Yes, there was two guns and there was also the money. Though there was also some yoyos and a small toy.

As she tossed it to the side, a large man turned the corner, glancing at the situation. She remembered him as the Yakuza-man she sent the warning to. So much for it, she was practically dead now. She stared in his eyes, though he unable to see hers. Most of her face was covered by the large police hat and the mirror-glasses covered her face. Her orange stockings had fallen to her ankles. It's weird how you remember certain colors or things before a life and death situation.


"Didn't your parents ever tell you not to cross with strangers?"
His finger pointed to the bloody smudge on his white shoe. How odd it was for a man who lived in such a dirty city to wear white shoes. Again with the details...

She looked down slowly to the shoe, gripping the yoyo in her hand tightly. Something else started to burn. Moreover, it was the after burn from the anger. It was sadness. She couldn't tell a Yakuza-man that she hadn't had any parents since she was little. Well, she was still little but little-er. Though she did a lot of things she thought she couldn't do. Re-conform a building, outsmart the cops, rob a store, kill the clerks...and murder the same cops she avoided killing.

A long silence passed in her mind as she looked at the stain on his white shoe. Was this bad? Her mind was racing and all she wanted to do was run, but she knew the dark woman would shoot her. She mumbled under her breath the only thing she could as she slowly realized how much trouble she was in. " If I don't have parents, then your not a stranger." She looked up at the gun with a stubborn look in her eye as her sunglasses fell to the ground. Those blood-red orbs waiting for the bullet to pass through and her life to end. She answered the only way she could.

{reply: all I could think of while I was writing this was "I'm screwed,I'mscrewedimscrewed. If you think your characters going to kill her, please tell me to edit}

[Guest]

So what? The little girl has a tiny arsenal of her own weapons. The white in white -supposed to be innocent and proved not to be- young little girl accused to belong to the kinder garden gang of the newly born began to return her things. The black pearls of the yamaguchi-gumi assassin whose choice of dressing matched the color of her eyes observed the actions of the unwise. luckily for the #1 cutie that Tomoe is a pro and was not the type to pull the trigger without an order given. Still, a kid about five to eight years killing in cold blood is a monster that required her utmost attention. The assassin with her customs readied at the girl, viewed this fragile existence as a problem that needed to be dealt.

And that when her waka-sama followed and he seemed really pissed off. No, pissed off is an understatement. So, what is the term to be used to describe the violent feelings rocking in his already troubled head regarding a meaningless act? Those violent feelings that would bring the preciously swallowed pain murderers' effect to naught. So, how can she describe it? it seems there were no words in her vast dictionary would describe his state of mind. She is an honorable Onna bugiesha ever loyal to the her feudal lord and it happens that Kiyoshino Makoto is the son of the daimyo whose territory is darkness and underworld. What ticks him off to a state of mind that can not by words be described pisses 'she' who wouldn't get by almost means pissed and no one want to see a really pissed off Tomoe.

"Didn't your parents ever tell you not to cross with strangers?" her waka-sama in a voice that would scare normal decent children and let them wet their pants at night. He pointed to his shoe yet The lady in black and white eyes didn't follow his pointing arm for she didn't raise her eyes that screamed woe away from the little girl in question being questioned. Yeah, her parents didn't bring her up to be a good citizen. Her parents would get a visit late at night by a darkened visage that would give them a harsh lesson not to be forgotten on how to raise children.

" If I don't have parents, then your not a stranger."

The masquerade that was the sunglasses fell to the ground to show a twin of red edgy ruby. It seems that the young girl has a death wish that Tomoe would deny her from. Waka-sama needs first to get satisfied. Still, the six years old girl didn't answer the question correctly. Her Waka-sama was not waiting for this and the little girl didn't follow up.

"Grovel" the little girl would feel the assassin's custom 1911 barrel's cold metal to that spot in the head if hit, would be called the merciful death. Yes, the albino girl didn't get it right. She didn't give the correct response. Tomoe decided to force her to give the right one "Grovel, apologize and beg for your life kid" the assassin in black and white was not kidding, no grovel means instant death, no begging for life means a hit by the custom's cold handle that would leave a scent of red and a mark that would prove hard for cosmetics to hide. Tomoe is not going to show mercy to the deadly cute girl who didn't in turn show mercy herself to others.

[Guest]

Oh how the past few minutes had been unimaginably eventful and chaotic. What had begun as a simple foray into a convenience store to acquire all their pudding stock (Which the woman drenched in monotone had done in his place) had turned into a brilliant blood bath. First came the crying. Oh the loathsome crying. Nothing was more vile and revolting than a wretched child's cry. The mere sound of such hellish wailing pierced Vincente's thoughts and drowned his head in pain. Thoughts of murder, of his knives delving into the soft flesh of the creature entertained his tortured mind as he glanced up from the shelves of snacks and drinks. To stab her was all he wished for, anything to end that revolting cretin's miserable shrieks. Dexterous fingers quickly flicked a small shiny blade from the confines of his pockets, and already was he approaching the group from his place in the back of the store, his concealed eyes bearing down on the white haired atrocity. But then, as soon as it had began, the crying had ceased, the demented spawn of hell had vanished, and in its place, there was a callous-eyed girl with a gun in her hand. Orders were given, fearful clerks scurried to the orders of the child, and Vincente simply rubbed his temples, thankful to God for the end of that terrible screaming. The cry of a child was a horrible thing, it blurred his vision, it raked his brain like blades against flesh.

Ah, but what now? What had fate in store for this twisted little encounter? Shots rang out, sounding unnaturally loud in the narrow confines of the small time convenience store. Blood was spilt, money was pilfered, and then people left. Details were unimportant. The girl fled the scene, followed by the woman of lesser colour, and then so went the boss and the other foreigner, with a simple order as a parting gift. Go and help cook? Why, he had never so much as boiled a pot of pasta. Who had time for cooking? Cooking entailed nothing. No splendid imagery, no brilliant colours. The culinary art was by far a lesser one. No, he would settle for a ripe red apple, plucked from a basket of fruits near the bloodied register. Flecks of blood marred its smooth surface, but it did not matter to the snowy-haired Cerisian, as he never so much as let the skin of any fruit touch his tongue. With a tool once held with the intent of homicide, he set to whittling the stained skin of the fruit, spinning it around in his hand until nothing but its white flesh remained. Well, the rest were long gone, off pursuing a child he'd rather not encounter again, lest her incessant cries lay siege to his ears once more. He had nearly departed from the unfortunate little store, only to stop in his tracks, alerted by a clatter of small boxes falling to the ground, which the remaining cashier stood over, her face frozen in a look of sheer terror as she slowly glanced up to Vincente. Ah right, witnesses. Brother had always taught him to be mindful of witnesses. Nothing the grace of death could not solve. Ah, but wait! This was not their doing now, was it? Ah, but he was in the mood for a bit of chaos and discord wrought by his own hands. But then again......acting without orders was something else Pancrazio had scolded him for. What to do, what to do? Pausing to collect his thoughts, Vincente bit into the soft white flesh of his apple while the woman at the counter simply whimpered in silence, afraid to act while another was still nearby. Or perhaps she was simply paralyzed by the death of her coworkers. Not that it mattered to the Cerisian, he could never read people well anyway. Alas! Though it pained him so to leave this wonderful act of murder unfinished, it was better to stay his hand until the Waka-sama said otherwise. With thoughts of the scowling man in mind, Vincente grabbed a case of pudding from a shelf and departed from the store, a cherry "Ciao" escaping his grinning lips as he headed back to the Yamaguchi-gumi base of operations. Tomorrow would be another day, another chance to properly bring the art of death and havoc to Aerugo, another chance to do God's gracious work. Oh how he eagerly anticipated the chance to craft such beauty again.

[Guest]

Time passed quickly as Villetta shooed people away from her secret recipe. She cooked with pride and pleasure, it was for Maki after all. As she listened to the sizzle of the pancakes cook in the skillet, she began to pour the eggs into another to make sure they were all ready at the same time. After a time, the food was prepared and stacked on plates. She hopped down off her little step stool and began barking orders for them to wash her dishes. She hated that part and a cook never washes their own dishes. She sat down and waited for Maki to arrive. It was during this time that she decided it was best to maintain order with Dragon's Pulse. She closed her eyes and focused for a moment. It pulsed outward, touching everything. Every person within the building, but none resembled Maki's Aura. Further...She pushed. Nothing nothing and nothing. She opened her eyes and puffed out her cheeks. "Oi, go find Maki and tell him breakfast is done" She watched as one wiped his hands and proceeded out the door to hunt for Maki. Hmm.. perhaps she should have gone herself. Bah. Too much walking. She looked up at the ceiling and wondered what life would have been like without the lil boy she knew as Maki. Hmm, one could only guess as to what she would have turned out like if she had fallen into the wrong crowd. A true nightmare incarnate. The sweet little Villetta could have become a real monster. Hard to believe she was actually "tamed" by Maki. He had a way with Alchemy that was quite beautiful, but at the same time deadly. It wasn't so much admiration, but more of envy. She only had her rudimentary Alchemy, that got her by in a pinch. But other than she's relied on Alkahestry since as long as she could remember. But where does it really come from? If it was powered by Qi than it was limitless in potential, and yet she was limited to only what the body can do. Could it be extended to influence other people? A thought she never considered. Too late now. No sense trying to spend another thirty years learning a different manner of using a craft she has long since mastered.

On second thought, why did she cling to this form? This childlike body, it bore little to her in terms of ability. Yet, it is the form she feels most comfortable in. She had even forgotten what she truly looked liked. She augmented her body so much, that she doubted the person she should be was really the person she was, or even if the form existed. To meddle in the affairs of time was a disastrous thing, but only to the individual meddling. Soon, she would stop playing these childish games. Grow up and become a woman. Even now her thoughts on the matter were childish, how could she even expect anyone to take her seriously without having to issue a threat. How does Maki see her? As a child? A sister? It would be awkward if he was a Lolicon, but knowing him he'd hide that till the day he died. Yes, some reform was needed.

[Michael Reed]

This was an overall bad situation.

While there weren't any people involved in that situation besides from the people on the said situation, which seemed a bit weird, it didn't change the fact that the scene was happening on a street. There should be at least few people who could see the scene from their own house. And they probably had, seeing that there had been gunshots. Michael didn't know enough about Aerugo to tell how fast was the police in this country, so he couldn't even estimate how long it would take for them to get there.

And what they would see when they would arrive? A few dead people, including some members of police, and some people threatening a small child. It took hardly a genius to make conclusions about what was going on. They would call for backup while attempting to arrest the group and to make sure that the alive civilians would stay that way.

Well, arrest the others anyway. After all, Michael was just a tourist who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. And it helped that he hadn't been in the Yakuza that long that people outside of it would start to suspect something. Plus he didn't possess a criminal record of sorts yet. He could probably pull it off.

Except that he wasn't stupid enough to even consider doing that.

What Michael decided to too was to keep an eye out for possible arrivals. Mostly because of the reasons listed above, but also slightly due to fact that they were in fact threatening a child. Sure it was a child who had just killed about four adults. But she was still a child (or a child-looking adult. But that would be just disturbing). And there was something discerning in threatening to kill a child. Michael had known that you would have to get used to unpleasant things in Yakuza, but still. ''I think that someone has already called the police...'' Considering that he had been getting on Makoto's nerves earlier, it seemed the best that he would just give some subtle hints about starting to leave the place. All the while trying to remain as calm as possible.

So far, it seemed to work. But Michael doubted that he could stay calm in this situation if it would drag out...

[Guest]

"If I don't have parents, then your not a stranger." ...Hanya? Mako found that his head had tilted just the slightest in wonderment. ...Da fuck? Such--such...childlike inferences. It--it...made him sick

...

that Tomoe was pointing a gun at her. "Grovel, apologize and beg for your life, kid," she demanded. He frowned slightly, stray black hair tickling his eyelids. Soon, his expression turned more severe and a thick hand shot out, clasping the muzzle of the gun. Black eyes fierce, his attention returned to the little girl, holding the gun tightly as he would the hand of a lover. It was not okay, pointing a murder weapon as a child, (albeit a murderer herself). Hypocrisy was something that Makoto did not take lightly. Although they were fucking yakuza and whatever the fuck they did was now law, he tried--tried to maintain a relative pattern to their actions. Somehow, shooting dead some little girl that had nothing to do with them just because she happened to cross their path in the same fucking LAWSONS was just fucked up. However........................... He squeezed his eyes into slits and heaved a heavy sigh that burned his lungs a bit. Dammit. He needed a cig. Reaching into his pocket, he whipped out a crippled cigarette box and placed one of the bent sticks in between his briskly chapped lips. Then, he waited for it to be lit up by someone, anyone. Searching eyes queried the area. Footfall perked his ears and he turned to see a man run up with some strange look beaming through his troubled brown eyes. No fucking shit this was trouble. But since when hadn't yakuza got involved in shit, EHHHH!?!? Mako wanted to turn and boom at him, but the man, known as Jirou, whipped out a lighter and dove to the aid of his Wakagaishira. The flame caught and Makoto inhaled in the musky smoke, blowing it out skyward.

"Villettasama requested I come and ask as to why you are here, Wakasama." So formal it hurt. Keigo--Makoto was just so bad at interpreting the honorific language, and he was sure that there was no fucking way he'd ever be able to speak it. For that, he could at least respect Jirou for using it. However...........................

"Mm," he murmured, removing the cigarette to speak more fluently. "We'll be there in a jiffy. Can't you see we're fuckin' busy here EH?"

"But Waka, Bossu--"

"IS NOT FUCKING HERE."

"Hai," Jirou barked instantly, head bowed, sweating a lot, run away now. THANK YOU. Makoto growled and turned back to the more than unfinished situation. Now where was he? Oh right. He had long let go of Tomoe's gun to grab a cancer stick and decided that she got the hint. Shooting her would do fucking nothing. He stalked closer to the little girl and grabbed her by the scruff of her shirt, dragging her regardless of anything.

"Don't fucking talk back, little prick, I didn't ask for your opinion. If I fucking say I'm a stranger, then I'm a fucking stranger. Understand?" There was no falter in his claim, no shudder in his gangster trill. Makoto was the very definition of serious. And away from the crime scene, he simply walked away with the far away sounds of sirens chasing only their shadow.

"I think that someone has already called the police..." Orly? Mako rolled his eyes and pocketed his other hand; he only needed one to carry/drag the brat all the way back to base.

"Got it? You're mine now. Fucking leave my sight, and sight will leave your eyes when we SINK YOU IN EDO BAY." Makoto kicked open the door, parading through a line of bowing men.

"Welcome back Wakasama," they chimed in orientated formality and genuine smiles. Fucking right, Makoto was in Edo today.

"Tetsu, erase the scene on motomo-dori. Yasu, get rid of the surveillance taps at the LAWSONS. Sato, deal with the bodies. Make sure they are returned to their families. This little princess was the culprit. I'll be taking care of her. I want to hear fucking nothing, understood?" The mentioned named scurried off as quickly as humanly possible and went about fixing what Mako wanted fixed. Meanwhile, the smell of pancakes--No!--chocolate--No!--PUDDING permeated the walls that separated them from the kitchen. "Toriaezu (for the time being), let's just eat the fucking pancakes."

[NIN]

She glared at the dark woman. Her red eyes turning close to black with anger. Grovel? Never. She would rather be shot in the face than even contemplate bending down into the blood-covered sidewalk and bowing her head, staining her hair. She was about to pull out her yoyo, it's florescent colors muddled with the blood of the cops; dripping onto her fingers and mingling with the clotted blood on the floor. With her left hand raised, she was about to let go and swing it towards the barrel until the Yakuza-man took hold of the gun instead.

She realized that she had spaced off for a long time. While he was lighting his cigarette, while he was yelling at another man and while he was talking to the woman. Suddenly he grabbed he by the coat and dragged her along, her hat falling off and landing in the blood. A flurry of white hair flew out and aligned along with her chin. Her stark-white hair a bit scruffy from the large hat. She let her yoyo fall to the ground as she tried to grapple with the large man to let her go. Attempting to pry his hand off of her black coat."Don't fucking talk back, little prick, I didn't ask for your opinion. If I fucking say I'm a stranger, then I'm a fucking stranger. Understand?"


"Got it? You're mine now. Fucking leave my sight, and sight will leave your eyes when we SINK YOU IN EDO BAY." NIN was completely flustered. " What? Hey, let me go!" She struggled as they crossed the street and made their way to who knows where. In the end her coat started to hike up to show an orange dress underneath that she attempted to straighten out. To no avail on that part, at least."Tetsu, erase the scene on motomo-dori. Yasu, get rid of the surveillance tapes at the LAWSONS. Sato, deal with the bodies. Make sure they are returned to their families. This little princess was the culprit. I'll be taking care of her. I want to hear fucking nothing, understood?" NIN went limp, realizing there was nothing she could do without making too much of a scene. If she did, then they would spill the beans and her free life would end in a second. " I removed the main cut of the tapes before. Just plug 'dem back in and close the box." She mumbled, making the movement of placing a dual audio and sterio jack back into place.

She wondered what would happen to her ducky pack, to the groceries she bought and the money in general. Oh well, she could make up for it if she hacked some high schooler overseas. Though, will she be able to do that in the first place? Are they just going to toss her in a room and leave her alone? They entered into a bowling room with everyone greeting him. Ignoring the girl he was carrying. Lovely, now a bunch of love struck goons. They then walked into the back room and the smell of pancakes came in. With all of the horrible scenes she had witnessed in her tiny lifespan. This was one of the good ones. She looked down and became even more quiet. Before then she just argued, whined, and complained about how rude he was. Now he realized that he had given her a home... even after her heinous crime. Even after he found out what she was capable of at such a young age. " ... do you have a towel?" She pointed towards her clothes, which were soaked in red, drying blood.

[Guest]

Enraged, such was her condition. Lady Tomoe in her dark glory and even darker mood usually not seen on her. Though profanity didn't by any means leave her lips still her words held true menace and a demeanor with the sole purpose of humiliating the threatened. Her body elegant enough leaving the foul speech of violence to the muzzle of her gun, the muzzle of magnum destruction and merciful death. Her eyes, her precious black pearls shined vengeance and vengeance it would be, if it wasn't for her Waka-sama intervention, the albino would be floating in the seas of her blood by then.

Her aim didn't lower for she couldn't move her gun as it was held by the hand of the man that her Sakazuki, her sake sharing ritual, that oath of fealty she was bound with, brought her into her into an old enemy's service which is quite the irony. The young daughter of Okinawa lightened, her gun became like a lamb leaning downwards to eat from the verdant grass and peace marked the hues and features of the herder that was she.

The blood of the samurai coursing through her veins stopped boiling. After all she was not angry for her true self, It was a mix of remorse of a job not well done and a zealous bias for the one she serves. Her behavior would have been the same, even if her waka had been someone else. Indeed, She is Tomoe gozen, lady Tomoe.

His reign over her custom -retracted afterwards- ended to expand it's rule over another entity that also brings death though a slow one at it, it seemed to her that there was a special relationship between him and death. The deadly idol fit well between his lips, the shaman prayed and the idol burned. Her waka blew away silent wails of the burning idol, with a back step she retreated away. Smoke wasn't one of her favorite aromas to smell.

The foreigner, the blonde one stated that it was time to leave, he took the mantle she cloaked herself in amestris. So, what dress did she wear this day? Probably, the same one as the rouenian shateigashira while in their last dealing of assassination. The lady silently chuckled with the thought of not being perfect crossed her mind.

Afterwards, Waka-sama gave of his orders of scene cleaning, simply nothing happened and all was to be forgotten. As for the little girl, he decided to keep her alive only under his jurisdiction. Her Waka showed mercy and The lady in black and white didn't understand why? Why show a monster mercy? Not that the yakuza were saints but she doubted that anyone of them stomped on the very meanings of innocence in their early stages of life.

Tomoe followed them from behind and the first thing she did after entering the mansion was finding a very comfortable sofa to relax on. Of course, after leaving her shoes at the door step the ducky pack at one of the tables around and two question marks floated above her head.

Why did Waka-sama show mercy? maybe she will ask him later.

Why did she bring back the ducky pack with her? She was not able to comprehend such an action.

There was a fine scent lingering in the air. Ah, the pancakes.

[Michael Reed]

The situation was over soon, which was most likely for the best. And it wasn't completely bad situation either. And that was mainly due to few discoveries Michael had made. They were mostly based on the people on that scene. Mainly:

1) The lady with a monochrome appearance was quite aggressive when it came to intruders. Well, justified due to that specific intruder being able to kill awfully many people for her age. ''Appearance of a child. I don't know yet''. Nevertheless, it was still relatively cold thing to do.

2) Makoto had just shown exactly why he was in such a high position. His attitude had changed from annoyed and slightly mad into something more serious and concentrated. He really seemed like a Yakuza rather than someone from a street gang. Perhaps it was just Michael's opinion or the fact that there hadn't been many lackeys to order few minutes ago. But it still seemed like that big of a chance.

And so, after a non-lethal kidnapping, they were back at the ''safe house'', so to say. Makoto started to give orders to other members of Yakuza. But it seemed a bit weird, this one thing. Michael was a low-ranking member on this organization. Yet he wasn't ordered to do anything. Maybe it was because he was quite new in that city (and country altogether), but it still seemed a bit odd, considering that the people being ordered were most likely on the same level in hierarchy as him. Not that he was complaining, but...

Michael turned his head towards the (possible) child. A towel. Well that was something that he could provide. He took a brief diversion from the smell of pancakes to take a small visit to find a towel. Bathroom was an obvious choice for such a search. It didn't even take long to locate a red towel, because of the obvious reasons. He came silently back and gave it to the child. After that he planned to go to the kitchen to take his morning supplies ther... ''Hold on''.

The situation truly had taken Michael with it. He had forgotten those foods back at the store. His body stood still for a moment before releasing a small sigh. ''Well, pancakes aren't that bad choice either''. He muttered those words silently and started to make his way to the kitchen as well.

[Guest]

OKAY. WHERE WAS MIKKI!? Makoto spun around in all directions, blatantly ignoring the little girl at his heels and just about everyone else. "He vanished," Mako murmured under his breath, chestnut brown eyes flickering to the white head of the child whose name he suddenly didn't know. ...Hanya? Had he been told it before? No. Definitely not; he was not that terrible at remembering names. ...Not that terrible. He placed a heavy hand atop her head, eyes growing fond, laced with mystery. "Nin. It suits you, ne." She obviously didn't have parents. Who better suited to join the Yakuza? His eyes narrowed plottingly, finding the truths of the world in a pair of sparkling red eyes like wine. Mmm wine. His gaze quickly averted, latching itself to the aroma of pudding that escalated by the second. He was in bliss. Simply bli--

"Waka," A well-ranked man began as he appeared from the doorway. "I take it that this is the little g--"

"Nin."

"Nin...that I've heard about. Might I ask as to why you have adopted a child? In what way can that benefit the group? I am simply curious." Mmm yes. The way that was worded made Makoto stop his beeline path to the kitchen and turn around slowly, pony tail swaying in the process.

"Eh?" Was his immediate reaction, eyes growing wild, but not with anger. Why? ...Wait. Why? He stared up at the ceiling, eyes rolling back. Thinking pose activated, he began the process of wondering. ...It was just beneficial to take a perfectly good, parentless kid off the streets who was murdering random people for no reason. What else would have-- He cocked his head to the side.

"It is just perplexing. Why would we want a kid in our midst...?" Point taken, received...Mako already had his answer. Taking a few strides towards the man named Freston, callused hands clasped the man's collar. Leaning in close, he replied in a dark voice:

"So she doesn't break." The cool words slid off his tongue in a heavier accent than usual: a slurred curl of Kansaiben. Freston nodded profusely, not moving until Mako let him go and straighten his collar back up with a devious don't-question-my-reasonings look. As if entranced, Freston moved away in a bow and returned to his duties, leaving Mako and Nin alo-- Ah! He pointed, a fresh retard smile cast onto his face. "Mikki!" He exclaimed. "I order you to eat some of these panncaakees--anndd" He lowered his finger, scanned the room, and located Tomoe...somewhere. "Tomoe, you are in charge of Nin. Don't kill her oi...heh heh too much ne." His laugh was creepy to say the least, however very much intended that way. He turned to Ville and praised her more so than usual before indulging himself completely in the pudding-stuffed wonder.

[EXIT THREAD]

(I'm making a Yakuza thread for everyone. I don't know what the topic will be. But I don't want to start it... XD Maybe someone else can? It's going to be a mini-mission and I'm going to come up with it as I go [since Mako does that anyway]. So if someone could post just a mundane random every-day life post in Kyoto then I can bounce off that and introduce the mission. Makoto doesn't work well alone I've found).

[NIN]

((I will! Well, I guess this topic is...closed?))

[Guest]

Perhaps the Shateigashira can cook after all, the scent was pretty much dominating making it really hard to resist to follow that invisible trail to the kitchen but it was also hard to leave the sofa with such relaxing pose. What to do? It was really hard decision to make...life is hard indeed.

Nin.

But not much along after debating this very crucial decision whether leaving the sofa or staying on it. Someone known from the yakuza asked her waka about the little girl he brought with him, How she will be of use? and why she is here in the first place?

Valid questions indeed they were, may that man asking those questions be blessed. They were exactly the same questions in her mind and that man gave her them in a golden plate. Is this telepathy? Ah, telepathy. Good another material for her manga. The dark woman with telepathic powers, it seems in her manga she is going to be the bad guy.

So she doesn't break.

Now that was certainly "Kakkoii". Her Waka was being very considerate here, he was actually helping the girl by letting her into the yakuza. Indeed, this "Nin" now has a great future ahead of her with the yakuza as her new orphanage, she is bound to be a merciless killer and that was crystal clear from her late deeds. But, things got better. You see, her Waka presented the mangaka with a great gift.

"Tomoe, you are in charge of Nin. Don't kill her oi...heh heh too much ne." being her cool self again, she didn't really object. Nin is to be her underling under the condition that she -the dark woman- doesn't kill her...

So, does that mean everything else is a fair game?

Tomoe looked at Nin with a Gasai Yuno look on her face followed with a perfect imitation of her Waka weird laugh albeit quite so that he wouldn't hear. Nin~ she then followed with what supposed to be a reassuring sentence Don't worry, I will protect you Of course, it was't reassuring since deviousness was dripping from the told words.

Decision was -along time ago- made since she was standing beside Nin to begin with, the pancakes were irresistible and she was hungry, the peanut butter sandwich -or whatever it was- effect vanished leaving her famished. She grabbed one and obviously dug in.

"Oishii"

It tasted really good.

"Tsk"

Tomoe didn't like that, she will not lose to 'death' ever. Apparently, she needs to learn cooking.

-Exit Thread-

OOC:

Kakkoii: attractive; good-looking; stylish; "cool".
Oishii: delicious; tasty; sweet.

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