Nahla K's Story

Hayato Yamamoto couldn't remember what had happened to him a week ago. All he can remember was the sound of the All-Saints car crashing into him. The rest of Hayato's memories were now gone. The friendships and bonds that he experienced years past wee now shattered. The moment he saved Haru years ago was now nothing but a distant memory. The grand thefts and crimes that he and XIII committed turned to dust. All he can remember was the assumed name "Yamato Ito" and his job as a police informant, nothing else, he even can't remember his own name.

"Hey Yamato, we got a lead on the gang rivalry between XIII and the All-Saints, it seems that the rivalry's beginning to heat up or rather reach it's peak soon" Officer Yamaguchi said

"Officer Yamaguchi, XIII are a gang right, does it apply to the All-Saints too?" Yamato said

"Yeah, XIII is one of the most notorious gangs around Japan, they even attempted to assassinated the Emperor of Japan. However, the All-Saints are starting to make a name for themselves by conquering XIII's territory and influence" Officer Yamaguchi said

"So what do you what me to do about this" Yamato said

"Well, since you're an informant, I want you to infiltrate XIII by assuming the role as the gang leader, Hayato Yamamoto, I've heard he got hit by an All-Saints car and you look just like him and you got the tattoo and everything. Are you sure you're not the gang leader" Officer Yamaguchi said with humor.

"No, the tattoo is just for decoration and it's not for cosplay or anything, Anyway, I'll do the job, XIII's hangout is the heart of Shinjuku, right?" Yamato said

"Yeah, I don't care how long it takes, just get us some info and everything, be careful though, the heart of Shinjuku's pretty dangerous and crime-infested" Officer Yamaguchi said.

"Yes sir" Yamato said and he walked out of the police station and he drove to the heart of Shinjuku. He parked along the curb, He looked at the hideout, it was a like a penthouse from Los Angeles.

"Classy, the leader has some taste" Yamato said. "Oh well, I get to skip school for this" Yamato humorously thought to himself.

He went into the building but was stopped by bodyguards, The bodyguards wanted to break Yamato's arm right away but one of them said "Sorry, Hayato, we didn't know you're back, it's been a while." They said.

"Weird, I didn't have to be interrogated by the gang, looks like this will be a piece of cake" Yamato thought

When he arrived to the lobby of the gang's hideout, he saw some familiar faces, the 13 members looked astonished and shocked. One of them had whispey brown hair that falls down to the small of her back in face framing waves, her hazel eyes were just in disbelief

The other had dark brown hair and gray eyes that had the feeling of "What the hell..."

A silence fills around the whole lobby...

"Yeah..... Boss, right....?" Yamato said to Suya. "I'm sorry, I don't know who you are" Yamato added

Everyone's face in the lobby just dropped, How could Hayato not remember even one face from the gang. They stood there dumbfounded. It was rather shocking how Hayato could just not instantly remember everyone. The silence soon grew awkward. The girl with the brown hair felt so surprised. She felt saddened that Hayato could not even remember her.

"Look, I need to go, I'm sorry" Yamato said to Suya.

Yamato left the lobby to get some air and then he overheard a robbery that took place in Tokyo through a police-issued walkie talkie he had. "Shit" Yamato thought and then he drove off to stop the robbery in place. "After I take care of this robbery, I'm going to get back to the task at hand, infiltrating XIII" Yamato added to his train of thought



When Yamato got off of his car near the Bank, he saw Haru, the leader of the All-Saints fleeing from the robbery. "Oh no, you don't" Yamato said and then they were in pursuit as Yamato was running endlessly after Haru to stop her.

Nahla had nearly had it with the All Saints. Just because our leader got hurt, doesn't mean they can take our territory. she thought, pacing around their lobby. She had her back to the door when she heard many gasps, and quickly whipped around, her eyes fluttering to Hayato instantly. It couldn't be true, could it?

Nahla barely heard Suya's question to Hayato, but she heard his answer, loud and clear. "Yeah..... Boss, right....? I'm sorry, I don't know who you are," he had said. Emotions fixed them selves on her face, mixing together. Dispair, shock, and anger were printed on her. How could he not remember them? They'd known each other for years, saved each other a countless number of times.

"Look, I need to go, I'm sorry," he said, although she barely heard it, as she watched him leave.

After he had exited, Nahla stood in the front of the remaining group, turning to face them so she could talk to them. "What the hell just happened?" She said, more to herself, but saying it aloud. This was bad.

Louis laid on one of the couches, his body takin up the whole space, his legs crossed and resting on the farm armrest when their leader had made his way in. For some reason, he seemed to not recognize them. So, why would he be here in the first place?

It hadn't been more than a few seconds until he turned and left after the many exclaims. Unlike the other, the boy had no reaction what so ever. Maybe it was just a thing that came with he accident. Sure it was weird, but their leader must just be joking.

He couldn't help but chuckle at Nahla's repsonce. The only girl in the group, he couldn't never stop the feeling of wanting to tease her. With a shrugg, he looked up from he notepad he held and closed it, sliddin the pen into the front flap. "Probably nothing more than a joke; calm down," he replied with a small roll of his eyes. "The guy will come to his senses in no time."

Nahla turned her face to look at Louis, her eyes opening wide in a moment of deep thought. Not true, she thought. Nahla had known Yamato for so long, she could always tell when a joke was being played, always read his emotions. Without meaning too, she started pacing. It was something she rarely did, Yamato normally being the one to call the shots, Nahla just inserting what was needed to be said, but he wasn't here now.

And even if he was, he wouldn't know what to do, she thought. Because he's lost his memory, and it's likely that we've lost him.

She stopped her self from pacing, and turned again to face Louis, taking a step closer to him. "Yeah but what if it's not? What if we've lost the best gang leader in Japan?" The anger was evident in her voice, even as she tried to hide it. She'd never been good with emotions.

The boy rolled his eyes slightly; he was more the kind of relaxed person. "Well, you better calm down because freaking the hell out of your mind won't help solve anything," he responded, his golden eyes locking with her dark ones. His calmness was a huge contrast against her anger and the two emotions seemed to bounce themselves apart.

"If he doesn't come back, I'm sure everyone will agree with me; we'll look for him. We would never leave him, not anyone in our family. But now, you have to put on your shoes and take lead," he motioned to the room and the members around him. With a shrugg of the shoulders, he bent down to grab the pad that he had accidentally dropped and started making his way across the large area, towards the elevator that would soon take him to his room's level.



[I kinda want to catch up to the other two character, so if you don't mind we can skip those hours in between? If not we can just roleplay them out]

The sky outside looked out at him with one big, white eye, the one he had so many times tried to capture into paintings but never got it just right. In his room, he had taken the time to sit by the small window and stare out into the city. It was early in the morning, and the sun was far to rise, but sleep just didn't seem to come.

Nahla kept her eyes locked on Louis's head, even as he turned and walked to the elevator. She let out a sigh of annoyance, and released the rest of the gang.

She went up to her room and decided to practice hand to hand combat on her punching bag, working until her knuckles were cut and bleeding. Nahla smiled to herself, proud that she knew how to fight well.
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Nahla went to the elevator, and without thinking, found herself walking to the floor that Louis's room was on. She walked to the door, and knocked on it. Louis is the only other person who had authority in the gang other than me and Yamato, and I'm gunna need his help, she thought, the only thing giving her confidence to stay put.

He heard a knock, faint from where he sat and his first reaction was to sigh, who was empty-headed enough to be coming at four in the morning? But then again, he was awake at four in the morning, so wasn't that the same? No, he decided as he stood.

Louis wasn't bothered, or even slightly annoyed as he pulled a shirt over his head and made his way to the door; just a little bit curious of who might be lurking his early in the morning outside of their rooms. The hallway was lit by a few lights, but it was dim and he could add a little bit gloomy. If it wasn't for the shape and size, he wouldn't have truly known that it was Nahla, the only girl in the XII ranks. "Hey," he muttered as he looked at her. "Something moi might be able to help you with?" He didn't seem particulary excited about her stopping in, but he added a small smile to let he know he wasn't mad, at least not yet.

"Hey," Nahla replied, just barely making out Louis's face. "Can I, uh, come in?" She wasn't nervous or anything, but she did realize how strange it was that she had come to his room at 4 in the morning. But then again, he doesn't get much sleep, she thought, imagining the bags under his eyes that so nicely matched hers. "I need help with.." She didn't really want to say aloud that she needed help with running the gang, but it would be obvious to him. He could tell how hard she thought before making decisions for the group, and he probably had noticed that she too got less sleep than most of the gang members.

Nahla started playing with her hands from sheer habit, not caring that they were both covered in blood from her gushing open knuckles.

(Next Morning)

Yamato awoke and groaned with pain "Where the hell am I?" He said to Haru

He awoke with minor headaches from being drunk the night before. Seeing Haru asleep on the couch, he decided to leave since he really should get back to the main task at hand, infiltrating XIII, Yamato wrote a note saying that they shall meet again someday and his phone number. He then left the hotel and drove the XIII headquarters.



Yamato arrived back to the HQ and went to his room. He took a shower to calm himself down and to relax his worries away. After his shower, he went down to the lobby to wait for everyone else to arrive

-Trickster, just wait a bit until happyface and I catch up :)-

[b]"I need help with..."[/I] She trailed off, no more words needed for him to understand her need. He responded with one of his famous eye rolls as he opened the door a little further more. "First of all, I won't tolerate any more early-bird visits, understand?"

Not giving her the slightest chance to answer, Louis stepped aside. Closing the door behind him, he flicked the lights on. He cared for Nahla, a respect for being the only girl in the group out of twelve guys, but he didn't treat her any differently than any of the other members. Well, except for him teasing her once in a while.

"So princess," he said with a sigh, "Anything specific you want to start off with?"

Nahla almost rolled her eyes as Louis did, opening the door enough for her to slip in. "First of all, I won't tolerate any more early-bird visits, understand?" She opened her mouth to reply, but he didn't give her a chance as he walked into the room. She followed right behind as he closed the door. She blinked slightly as he turned on the lights, blinding her for a mere second.

"So princess," she heard him say, then releasing a sigh, "Anything specific you want to start off with?"

A slight smile came to her face at his familiar teasing, something she had grown used to over the years. "Well maybe we should work on getting territory back?" She said, thinking deeply about it. She hated to admit it, and never would aloud, but it was obvious that most of the gang members didn't respect her, and didn't like to follow her, meanwhile, everyone seemed to love Louis.

He took a seat by the edge of his bed. Unlike most men, his room was clean and everything was in the right place. The walls had an extremely light beige color, bare of any posters or anything of the such. His bedsheets and curtains where white while the furniture which was only the bed, onenight table and a wardrobe, was a dark brown color.

"Nahla, the best thing to do is try and get our leader back. For now, we have survived without him being here for the last few weeks. I will try to double the patrols, but you know we can't overwork our guys and have them all tired up for when the time comes and we need all the troops we can get."

He looked around the simple room, it was impossible to get anything out of him from it, there was nothing to tell anyone anything about him from it, and that was the way he liked it.

"Nahla, the best thing to do is try and get our leader back. For now, we have survived without him being here for the last few weeks. I will try to double the patrols, but you know we can't overwork our guys and have them all tired up for when the time comes and we need all the troops we can get."

Nahla looked around the room as he talked, looking for signs of what he did in his spare time, but their were none. "Well duh.But I don't think that's going to be easy. " He's probably going to make a sarcastic remark about how I'm over reacting and that he was just joking, again, she thought. It would be typical, and she couldn't say he was wrong, but it was in her gut instinct that he was telling the truth.

He raised an eyebrow, "Well, were you expecting me to throw out this evil genious plan that I have been plotting for the last five years, in knowledge that one day he will be in the accident and I could take over not onlyThirteen but the All-Saints?" He rolled his eyes, not only because of that, but also because the interest she had as she looked around. "Are you here to ask me questions or search through my personal belongings?" he added.

The boy stood and walked over to the girl, putting his arm on her back and leading her to the door. "Go back to sleep and we'll talk over this in a few hours," He said, this time his tone rather gentle, "I'll think of something."

"Night Nahla," he said softly with a small wink.

Nahla rolled her eyes, yet again, and exited the door. She gave him a small smile as he winked and turned, walking towards the elevator, and waiting for it to come. He talks to me like I'm a child, she thought, crossing her arms over her chest. But to him, I am a child. I'm a child who thinks she knows what she's doing, but doesn't. And all of a sudden, Nahla was angry.

She stepped in the elevator as the doors opened, and pushed the button to her floor, glancing back at Louis's door as she waited for the doors to close. Finally, they did, and she looked back down to her hands. They were covered in drying blood, her cuts stretching from her first knuckle by the tips of her fingers to the last at the end of her palm. Ew.

As Yamato awaited for the others to arrive at the HQ, He decided to go to his room to relax. He looked up at the ceiling, thinking of Haru. Even though, she was from a rival gang, he somewhat liked her, she had the charm and the beauty of Godiva. Her figure was like that of an hourglass and her hair glowed like the sun. Yamato somewhat blushed at himself but he disregarded it. Suddenly, he heard a knock at the floor and Yamato said "Who is it?", he walked over to the door and opened it...

"Who do you think?" Nahla said, her tone in the joking sarcastic way she was used to speaking to her boss in, before remembering that he had lost his memory. "Er, Nahla." She said, hoping he would let her inside. Her eyes cascaded over Yamato. He looked like maybe he was deep in thought, thinking of something of intrest to him, but she didn't care. She needed to talk to him.

"Remember? I'm second in charge?" She said, trying to be nice. "I need to talk to you. Now. Alone." The commanding voice she used was not normally used with Yamato, but she figured the urgency of the matter made it necessary.

(Sorry for the lack of posting, I was on Vacation in Reno)

"Well, sure, what's on your mind?" Yamato said to Nahla

Yamato noticed Nahla's commanding voice, it was hard yet dominant at the same time. Yamato didn't remember the tone of voice being associated with his other persona that he was known by. The "Hayato" persona represented Justice through Crimes and Anarchy. At the same time, "Hayato" showed dominance and enlightened leadership. He was somewhat a mix between Ozymandias and Julius Caesar. He had the intellect and the strategic IQ to know when to strike during heists and when to shoot to kill. However, he also had the dominant philosophy of Julius Caesar, he knew when to dominant and when to comfort his gang. To the persona, a gang meant bonding with one another. It also meant that when one sheds blood, the rest shall shed blood.

Yamato smiled and looked at Nahla and awaited for her response

"We need to talk," Nahla's mind pondered the different ways she could phrase the next part of the sentence, not to be rude, not to be overbaring, and not to be weak. "About you," she got out, her eyes flashing from the floor, then to Hayato's eyes. She began to run her fingers over each other, subconsciously rubbing the blood around, and away from the cuts, causing more blood to come.

The seemingly small cuts seemed to be bleeding more than they should, but they really weren't that small.