Purple Rain

Purple Rain

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- Purple Rain -


Seniors Takashi and Jirou are classmates for the first time in four years, and for the most part, they're separated by their status and social circles. That is, until Jirou's calm demeanor in the face of fear sparks Takashi's interest. The two become further intertwined when they meet one night in Kabukichou. xx
The boys strike a bargain to keep their time in the Red Light District secret, and as time goes on, come to realize they might actually... enjoy each other. xx
But not everything is right in their world- a mysterious new drug begins to spread throughout Kabukichou and as the bodies pile up, so do clues hinting at a much bigger issue than a few drug dealers tampering with their product. xx

Purple Rain tells the story of Takashi and Jirou as they navigate the string of murders and disappearances, as well as their budding feelings for each other. xx

Sato Jirou, cl.love / Kanayama Takashi, Korruption

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XX Sato Jirou

In a big city like Tokyo, where there's a massive amount of schools to choose from, it's common for elementary school students to graduate and never see one another again. Middle school is the same, and Jirou suspects that he won't see his high school classmates after graduating, either.

And yet, despite the fact that not one of Jirou's friends have been in the same school as him once he graduates, he's managed to find the same group of Type-A bullies in every single one.

It's incredibly annoying that what attracts said bullies is his plainness, rather than the plethora of actual grievances he's sure they could find if they looked hard enough. Hell, he could get expelled just for being seen in Kabukichou, but no, these idiots are pissed off because he wears glasses.

Glasses that very nearly got broken with that last punch, Jirou might add.

The four boys from another class whose names Jirou never bothered learning all tower over him, offering up insults and suggestions for torture that Jirou mostly tunes out. There's nothing these arrogant dumbasses can do to intimidate him. Their punches aren't even particularly hard.

Jirou takes a hit to the stomach and he falls to the floor in a heap. Someone laughs, but it fades as Jirou sits up and stares off into the distance, struggling a bit to regulate his breathing- not that his expression would show it. Someone steps on Jirou's fingers and he barely even flinches, just does his best to keep his fingers flat and spread apart so they can't twist somehow and break.

Jirou can tell the bullies are getting bored, and he wishes they'd get bored faster. Break is almost over. And then, as if in answer, the boys scatter like they were never there.

Jirou doesn't bother wondering why, just takes the blessing as it comes and heads back to class.

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Takashi didn't know whether he should be exasperated or proud, considering that the current situation was not unfamiliar to him.

Kubo Chigusa, a girl who was a year below him, was presently bowed in front of Takashi, her rigid body at a solid eighty-degree angle (
a tad excessive, is it not?). Her arms were stretched out in front of her, presenting Takashi a cute little envelope with his name written on it in red ink and bubbly handwriting. Kubo herself was a typical Japanese girl: black hair, bangs, petite stature. Takashi had absolutely no idea if he had seen her before, and was sure he wouldn't be able to pick her out from a crowd.

Takashi never understood what thought process girls went through that made them think it was reasonable to confess to someone they maybe spoke to once or twice. Of course, he knew why they went after him, at the risk of sounding arrogant. Takashi knew his unique appearance drew looks wherever he went. His reputation was solid, and he was a star athlete. And of course, there was his name and his money.


"Kubo-chan," Takashi gave her a charming smile, placing a hand on her shoulder. Her head jerked up at the contact. "I'm flattered, truly; anyone would be, if they had the honor of attracting your attention. However, I'm not interested in dating right now -- it's my last year, and I'm quite busy -- so I'm afraid I have to decline. I appreciate your sentiments, though, Kubo-chan."

With those last words, Takashi gave Kubo a soft smile, before briskly turning on his heel and walking in the opposite direction. His few moments of silence were quickly interrupted, however.

"Hey, Takashi-kun!" Kousuke waved Takashi over to him. "Break is almost over, let's go."

Doi Kousuke was Takashi's friend of three years; while they weren't particularly close, Kousuke was easy to get along with, and their circumstances fit conveniently. Along with being in the same class, the two were both athletes and in the same social circles.

"You know, you're way too nice to those girls," Kousuke immediately jumped into conversation. "That's why they keep coming to you in droves. You know, if you wanna get them off your back, you can just be really honest, even if it's kinda harsh. Look at Otsu-san; he's just as popular as you, but he rejects girls straight up without some fancy flattery. People still like him."


"Well first of all, that's literally his entire image. Otsu-san is the cool, stoic guy from dramas who everyone swoons over even if he can be a dick sometimes." Takashi let out a dramatic sigh, prompting Kousuke to snicker. Besides, what's wrong with flattering the girls? They're not bad people, and it makes them feel better anyway. And I'm not even lying to them -- I was flattered, but I'm not interested in dating."

"You know Takashi-kun, you are weirdly nice sometimes . . ." Kousuke continued rambling, but Takashi wasn't listening. Instead, Takashi was staring at a group of boys he saw out of the corner of his eye; they were located in an area that could easily be overlooked if one wasn't paying attention. They seemed to be surrounding something, laughing and cheering raucously. Takashi strained his neck to see what was catching their attention, when he realized (to his mild horror), that they were beating someone up. The boy, like Kubo, possessed pretty typical Japanese features -- like most of the school (although Takashi, with his blonde hair and heterochromatic eyes, probably couldn't say much on the topic). Interestingly enough, he was essentially doing nothing to defend himself -- he didn't even try to stop the bullies from landing punches on him.

Before Takashi could consider stepping in, the four bullies flocked away from the boy, leaving him there. Takashi vaguely recognized him as someone from his class -- was it Hiro? Ryo? Something along those lines. Hiro-Ryo-whoever got up and moved on with his day.

"Takashi-kun," Kousuke droned, sounding a little annoyed. "What's up with you today? Whatever, it's time to get to class, start moving you snail."

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"So, Taka-kun. How's school."

Takashi and Aki were currently in a private room of a Korean barbeque restaurant, the latter of the two flipping the meat in her typical blasé manner.

"Aneki, you know you're my favorite sister, and I love you, but I have to ask: why are we here? Why are you doing this?" Aki was very much a quietly deliberative person -- Takashi felt it perfectly correct to assume that every single thing she did had some ulterior motive.

"Not everything I do has an ulterior motive," Aki chided, as if reading Takashi's mind. "I'm honored that you think your favorite sister is a mastermind, but sometimes I just feel the temptation to treat my favorite and littlest sibling -- who is still in high school -- to a meal. So. How is school?"

"You already know. It's boring, and I'm still bad at it. Well, actually . . . there was this guy."

Aki continued flipping the meat on the grill, but smirked knowingly. Takashi had no idea what warranted it; Aki did things like that quite often, where she made deductions but never explained her thought process -- making Takashi feel incredibly incompetent, even more so than usual. He continued talking, knowing that it was a lost cause to question Aki's every move.

"Yeah, so this guy was getting beat up. But he literally did nothing to even try to stop it. He just sat there and let it happen. Why would you let yourself get pushed around like that? I don't understand."

"Hmm. Some people simply don't want to draw attention to themselves. Having others attack you without an attempt at self-defense is perhaps a little much, but everyone does what they must. Taka-kun, why don't you have a tutor?"

Takashi scowled slightly. "Otou-sama would figure out and get irritated that I can't succeed in school on my own like you three." And I don't want to disappoint him, he thought. Takashi's three sisters were essentially geniuses -- they probably wouldn't understand.

"Not everything has to be about otou-san. Most things aren't about that singular, little man. If it bothers you so much, then you should probably find a way to keep it out of his reach. It would be a good skill to have, Taka-kun."

"Why can't you tutor me? You're the smartest person I know."

"Taka-kun, I'm not the teaching type. And I'm busy. You could ask someone from school."

"Yeah, but then they would know how dumb I am. I would really hate for that to happen."

"You could always blackmail someone." At Takashi's uncomfortable expression, Aki quickly began to change gears. "You could offer them something in return, along with the blackmail, if you want to be so moral. A little manipulation doesn't have to hurt anyone."

Takashi felt a little hesitant. In addition to just not wanting to blackmail anyone, especially someone who probably didn't deserve it, he probably wouldn't be good at it either. But maybe Aki was right -- maybe he didn't have to actually hurt someone in the process. "Fine," he said, determined. "If an opportunity comes walking, I'll try that. Are you sure there isn't an easier solution to this?"

Aki shrugged. "This option sounds the most fun. Keep your eyes open, Taka-kun."

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XX Sato Jirou

Jirou feels eyes on him several times throughout class, and it serves as an annoying distraction. He doesn't look to find out who it is- that'd be too obvious, and the last thing he wants is for the person to actually confront him. He has no time for friends, and he's bullied enough already.

By the end of the day, he's more than ready to get out of the building.

Three days pass, and Jirou racks up a list of theories on who might be staring at him. He's a little surprised no one else has noticed it. He may not be the most well-liked person in class, but there are always one or two girls who will tell him if someone's planning to beat him up later on. The fact that none of them have come forward means that whoever it is, they know how to be discrete.


What a pain.

He ends up mostly tuning it all out. What's the point in thinking about it all the time if he can't go around finding answers anyway? He can't afford to get distracted this close to graduation.

On the fourth day, however, he starts noticing someone- Kanayama Takashi.

Or, well, starts actually paying attention to him. It's impossible not to notice him- that blond hair stands out in a sea of black, and Jirou's heard rumors of his light-colored eyes, though he's never been close enough to see for himself. And he thought blue eyes attracted too much attention.

Kanayama is also a God among men in their school. A king, prince charming. The kind of person Jirou will never trust because they're rich as shit and probably only nice to gain popularity.

Yeah, not someone Jirou would ever willingly associate with.

Which of course is a signal to the universe that they should absolutely be forced together.

Jirou finds himself stuck with Kanayama. They're at the top of their class in gym, yet almost the exact level as each other. They run at the same pace and end up at each other's side every lap. It's awkward as fuck, and Jirou kind of wants to just slack off in gym for the rest of forever.

(He knows he can't; losing strength or stamina is probably the worst thing to let happen with the job he has. He needs the ability to defend himself if he needs to or he'll be completely screwed.)

Jirou almost gets paired with Kanayama for a class exercise, just barely saved by someone else claiming Kanayama for themselves- not like Jirou wanted to be partnered with him anyway. He'd much rather work alone, but the girl he gets stuck with instead is nice enough, and she's studious enough to not get distracted, so the exercise ends without Jirou ripping his hair by the roots.

But then one day he gets stuck ferrying boxes of paperwork from storage to the teacher's lounge.

And who could he possibly get stuck doing it with but fucking Kanayama.

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Over the next few days, Takashi made sure to take Aki's message of keeping his eyes open to heart.

Okay, so she probably didn't mean it this way. Maybe she did -- Takashi wouldn't know. What he did know was that Aki was always rather mysterious (frustratingly enough), and that she was quite fond of double entendres.

So what if Takashi spent the next few days watching Hiro-Ryo-whoever (who actually turned out to be a guy named Sato Jirou)? There was no harm in it; even if Takashi did pay more attention in class instead of watching Sato, it's not like he would get any better at the material.

Through his limited observations, Takashi . . . did not learn much, honestly. Sato seemed like a good student (
apparently, besides growing up with absurdly smart people, they're also the only people I find interesting). Other than that, he was one of the plainest dudes Takashi knew, and honestly, in high school, a lot of people start to blur together. Even so, Takashi could point to someone he knew and say that they were a great swimmer, or to the popular girls and say which one of them liked to wear bright lip tints and always got in trouble for it. Sato had none of that. He was like a mid-toned gray paint swatch, not even interesting enough to be compared to a piece of granite.

On the fourth day, however, Takashi learned that Sato was actually a good runner. They matched each other the entire time during laps, which admittedly, made Takashi just the slightest bit bitter that he couldn't just have his one strength to himself.


Don't say that to yourself, man. Positive thoughts! Remember, Takashi, you're actually pretty decent at English and German and Chinese, even though you kinda suck everywhere else. As the son of the absurdly rich and traditional Kanayamas and a foreign business mogul, Takashi was tutored extensively in foreign languages when he was younger. He supposed that the only reason he picked them up decently was due to the fact that he was always good at talking. Strangely enough, Takashi didn't get a tutor for anything else.

On a side note, during Takashi's intense trials of trying to learn more about the very plain Sato Jirou, he stumbled across the revelation that Jirou's name had the same romanization as the Chinese terms for chicken meat and muscle. Muscle may have been more flattering, but chicken meat was certainly more amusing. Takashi made sure to remember that.

Later, Takashi very nearly got paired up with Sato for a class exercise, but Kousuke jumped in to partner up with him at the last second. Which was honestly rather stupid, considering that Takashi is not the brightest bulb on the chandelier.

A few days later, though, Takashi's English teacher (who liked him because Takashi was actually pretty great at his class) cheerily requested Takashi and Sato to help him carry some boxes of paperwork after class. Honestly, Takashi didn't mind doing menial tasks, especially if it was for his English teacher (who, once again, liked Takashi because he was actually good at English). But add Sato to the equation, and honestly, Takashi was a little excited. It sounded pretty idiotic to be excited at such a prospect, but school was rather boring and predictable for Takashi -- he was dumb, girls thought he was captivating, and people wanted to be his friend. Takashi had no problem with routine, but he did like to experience something new --
and something new and exciting equates to having to carry boxes of paperwork with some really boring guy. God, Takashi, you are genuinely so pathetic; if Father disowns you, at least you'll understand why.

"Sato Jirou, right?" Takashi asked amicably as the two walked side by side to the teacher's lounge. "I've seen you around -- clearly, since we're in the same class -- but it's great to actually talk to you. How are you doing in English?"

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XX Sato Jirou

"Sato Jirou, right?"

Fuck, he knows my name.

It's not hard for Jirou to keep a disgusted look off his face - he's been at this too long to let things slip now - but by God, Jirou wishes he were literally anywhere else in this goddamn school.

Jirou glances at Kanayama. The guy is smiling, as if he were talking to his best friend. Is that why people like him? Because he acts like everyone is his friend? What kind of bullshit is that?! Jirou has been hiding his own emotions for too long to not recognize someone else doing the same.

And he isn't a hypocrite- not really. After all, Jirou isn't manipulating people with his lies.

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I've seen you around -- clearly, since we're in the same class -- but it's great to actually talk to you. How are you doing in English?" Kanayama continues, completely baffling Jirou.

Why on Earth does he give a shit?!

Jirou thinks back to the previous few days, remembers the unknown eyes staring at him all day. It occurs to him that Kanayama might well have been the person staring at him. Fuck.

Why? Why would Prince Kanayama want anything to do with him?!

Jirou's not quite sure why Kanayama pisses him off so bad, other than the fact that he's been stuck near the guy for way too long, but he's pissed off. He's being bothered by the richest, poshest boy in the entire school for no good goddamn reason and he really just wants to go home already.

So Jirou goes against his (much, much) better judgement and shoots Kanayama a scathing look. Eyes narrowed, shoulders tense, fingers gripping his box like a lifeline in murky water.

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I'm acing it," He says. Looks Kanayama in the eye. "Second in our class, after you."

Jirou steps first into the teacher's lounge and drops his box where he was instructed, then leaves the room without another word. It isn't until he's back in class that Jirou realizes he's fucked up.

He just taunted someone. Not someone- Kanayama Takashi. Likely the most powerful person in the entire school. He might not have said anything particularly insulting, but there's no way Kanayama missed his tone. And what for? What was the point? There was no point! Fuck.

Jirou takes his seat, heaves a sigh. What's the point in worrying? Even if Kanayama gets pissed back and retaliates, it's not like it'll be any different from the hundreds of other times he's been beaten to a pulp. Hell, maybe it'll even be interesting for once! Jirou almost laughs at himself. How did he end up like this, looking forward to a possible beating? He knows exactly how.


Well, Jirou supposes, A harsher beating than normal is probably the worst that can happen.

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Takashi kept a genial smile on his face, but internally, his jaw dropped when Sato glared at him as if Takashi killed his puppy. His piercing blue eyes were like shards of ice, stabbing Takashi's soul with a rush of cold.

"I'm acing it. Second in our class, after you." And with that final, scathing sentence, Sato dropped his box off in the teacher's lounge and stalked off back towards the classroom.

For the rest of the day, Takashi ruminated over the interaction between him and Sato -- which sounded truly, truly pathetic, but there really wasn't anything more interesting to do. Takashi was, in all honesty, a little sad by Sato's response. He was some parts surprised that he managed to spark such a scandalous reaction from Mr. Gray Paint Swatch, but for the most part, Takashi was merely confused. As far as he knew, Takashi didn't do anything to hurt or offend Sato, and Takashi's reputation was rock-solid. A lot of the other popular guys had somewhat controversial images -- the most obvious example was Otsu Osamu, the school's ice prince. While much of the student body swooned over his cold character and "cool guy image", Otsu definitely projected the demeanor of a complete asshole. And then, of course, there was a small group of jocks who talked shit about the girls in their class behind their backs and didn't even do a good job of hiding it.

But Takashi? Takashi was known as the nice guy. At a huge risk of sounding arrogant, Takashi knew that he was the guy everybody loved because his entire image was someone who was kind and helped people out. Of course, there were some people who disliked him, but they were mainly guys who wanted to seem tough, and subsequently thought of Takashi as a prissy little bitch.
Maybe Sato's one of those guys. Except Sato's the kind of guy who would be beaten up by those pretentious assholes.

As always, when Takashi had a problem he couldn't solve, he consulted his sister.

"Aki, you know that guy I told you about at the Korean barbeque restaurant?" Takashi tentatively brought up the topic a few days later. Aki was researching something on her personal laptop, and usually she would multitask as Takashi asked her for advice, but this time, Aki slammed the laptop shut and gave Takashi her full attention, looking surprisingly eager for her blasé self.

"The guy?" Aki crooned in the way she did when she knew something that no one else did. Takashi frowned.

"Well, I did just say that, didn't I? I tried to talk to him a few days ago, and he glared at me like I did something to personally wrong him. Like I killed his precious puppy or something. Why would he dislike me so much? I think I'm a pretty nice person."

Aki leaned back in her chair, taking a long sip of her Darjeeling tea. "Taka-kun, while I do know you as someone who is rather concerned with being liked by everybody, I must say that you usually do not linger on a particular person, especially one so insignificant."

"No one's insignificant."

"You know what I mean."

"I feel like you definitely know something I don't -- something that would probably help me out right now -- but for some reason, you aren't putting me out of my misery."

"Hmm, sounds about right, to an extent. I just think this is something you should discover on your own."

Takashi was fully aware of the dead expression in his eyes, and was about to retort when the door swung open. There, standing in the doorway of Aki's personal office, in the house that was typically reserved for Takashi, Aki, and the maids, was the eldest Kanayama child -- the devil herself, Kanayama Rina.

Takashi's head swung towards Aki, who looked similarly shocked, but mostly disgusted.
What is she doing here?! Last time I checked, she was working in Mother's company -- in Germany. Rina never comes back home -- I can't even remember the last time she left the Western hemisphere by choice. Takashi, in all honesty, did not know his eldest sister very well, but he and Aki did not have the best relationship with her.

Rina sent a glare full of disdain at Aki, who was looking extremely displeased.
"Still wasting your life away, aren't you, Aki? You never really matured." Rina's condescending gaze swiveled to Takashi and lingered. "Takashi-kun, you've always been such an idiot. Wasting your time with this parasite?" Rina nodded jerkily in Aki's direction, who gave the elder a stony look, grinding her jaw. "The smart choice would be to study, which is something you desperately need, and to surround yourself with positive influences. Apparently, even with your disappointing grades, you are still going downhill. There is no rock bottom for you, is there?"

"Now that's no way to announce your presence in this venerable home, is it, Rina?" Whatever tone Sato could ever use with Takashi could never match up to the way Aki was speaking to Rina. "I must say, I finally understand why you keep pushing your excessive and pathetic campaign of being a proper, well-mannered, and respectable woman. You're so inherently inferior and . . . unsatisfactory that such an act is perhaps the only way you can live with yourself in this big, bad world. I must remind you however -- no classy woman would ever defecate in the hallway like a dog and spread their shit around in public. Darling, the bathroom is down the hall, you can roll in your own shit over there."

Rina glared coldly, fuming as she tucked her neat strawberry-brown hair behind her ear. "Respect your elders, you infantile bastard. Your little rebellious phase has never done you any favors, Aki. When will you finally grow up and join the rest of us in the real world?"

Aki chuckled in the way she did when she was about to threaten someone in Kabukichou, finally standing up and slowly striding over to Rina. "Rina, Rina, Rina. Always pretending, pretending, pretending, to make up for your complete and utter lack of competence. You've truly convinced yourself that you're somehow on the same level as otou-san -- who, despite having the intelligence of a kakapo and the competence of a sniveling intern, still adds up to something that far exceeds whatever you are. Let me tell you right now -- you can eat, drink, or breathe all the gold you want, but your shit still smells -- and I'm gagging. So why don't you clean up your mess like a good girl while Taka-kun and I go do things that actually have a sound effect on the world, instead of being another mindless drone running in a circle like you?" Aki grabbed Takashi by the wrist and pulled him towards the door, their combined force pushing Rina out into the hallway. With her other hand, Aki slammed the door and locked it, glaring stonily at Rina during every second of it. Aki then pushed the eldest to the side and let go of Takashi's wrist, striding forward. Takashi didn't even spare Rina a glance, following Aki out of the house.

"For someone who talks such a big game, you've never done anything of importance, Aki!" Rina called. "What a waste of intelligence."

"You've always lived in your own self-importance, Rina. There's more to the world than what little you know." Aki slammed the door.

Takashi trailed after his sister, who was still grinding her jaw.
"It's not like you to go on a tirade like that," Takashi said mildly. "You're usually not so . . . volatile, in your responses. But that was a surprise, wasn't it? I didn't know Rina was coming home. I thought she was still working in Germany."

"I thought so too. Another day, another disappointment," Aki rubbed her temples. "You were always the pacifist, Taka-kun. There's too much of an age difference between you and Rina to understand, and I have the unfortunate affliction of being able to remember my childhood with her. We're going to Kabukichou, there's some business I need to take care of."

Takashi didn't respond, but what Aki said was right. He didn't really know Rina at all, although what little relationship they had wasn't entirely positive -- and on that note, Takashi wasn't particularly familiar with Hikari, either. He only ever had a relationship with Aki, and it seemed like it would stay that way.

"Taka-kun, you remember Kyuu?" Aki murmured. Takashi nodded in response. In Aki's system, they referred to drug dealers by a number. Kyuu was number nine, and usually dealt in illegal prescription drugs rather than things like hallucinogens.

"Well, he's been a bit naughty. He thinks he can pocket some of the shit he's selling under my nose, but it looks like unlucky number nine came to bite him in the ass," Aki grumbled. "He's not particularly intelligent. I think you can just go track him down and teach him a lesson, he won't need much more than that."

Takashi nodded in agreement. He knew he didn't seem like the kind of person who would roam Kabukichou, beating up people who didn't listen to his sister. But Aki taught him a long time ago that criminal activities -- drug dealing, prostitution, money laundering, etc. -- would never disappear. Instead of trying to eradicate it completely, it was more effective to control it, and Takashi found himself agreeing with that.

"All right, I'll go ahead with that. What are you going to do?"

Aki shrugged, murmuring, "it seems that there's an issue that is presenting an increasing threat. It's quite unclear what it is, right now. I need to ask around a bit more -- we might have to wait this out too, for more information."

Aki's words took Takashi by surprise. Aki practically always knew what was happening -- mainly because of her intellect, but also because the problems in the criminal underground tended to be consistent and somewhat predictable. If Aki was baffled by something, Takashi knew it was something big.

Hopefully, it would all blow over without much drama.

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XX Sato Jirou

Kanayama, thank God, does absolutely nothing to Jirou.

Whether Kanayama isn't as smart as he thought and didn't catch his tone, or just didn't care, Jirou has no idea, but the part of him that thinks refuses to tempt fate by trying to figure it out.


Or maybe Kanayama just really is that nice, Jirou considers, briefly. Yeah, I doubt it's that.

The rest of the school day flies by, same as always, but there's a beautiful lack of pissed-off boys waiting for him when he leaves. Jirou wonders why he's been so strangely lucky today. Oh, how funny would it be if the "luck" is simply Kanayama tricking him into a sense of security.

Well, if he gets jumped sometime tomorrow, he'll know.

Neither Kanayama nor any of Jirou's usual tormentors are in sight, and somehow, it only puts him more on edge, but he manages to make it home perfectly alright.
Today is so fucking weird.

The strange normalcy of his afternoon is completely shattered once he gets home, however.

Jirou hears yelling as he approaches the complex, and right at the top of the stairs is the landlord, who looks like she's absolutely fuming. Jirou's elderly neighbor, Noriko-san, is stood between the landlord and Jirou's apartment, and that's enough for him to guess exactly what's going on.

"
Sawabe-san," He says. Both women whirl on him.

Noriko barely has time to say his name and look vaguely relieved before Jirou's face is full of too much makeup and a very angry scowl. "Took you long enough! Where the hell were you?!"

Jirou scowls back. "
I'm still a student, Sawabe-san. I was at school."

"Yeah, well I've been waiting her for half an hour while your crazy mom goes crazy!"

Jirou turns a burning glare on Sawabe, and she flinches, though she doesn't apologies or even act like she want. Jirou can hear Noriko-san admonishing her as he steps into his apartment.

His mother is hiding around the corner, peeking around the corner and shaking. She looks about as pissed off as Sawabe. She doesn't say anything to Jirou as he passes her, retrieves the rent from its hiding spot, and heads back outside to pay Sawabe, finally ridding them of the woman.

Jirou thanks Noriko-san for intervening in what was probably a huge commotion. She, as always, dismisses his thanks with a smile and disappears into her apartment, needy meows following her.

Jirou steps back into his apartment and stares at his mother for a long moment, exhausted.

"
You really should stop picking fights with Sawabe-san."

"That girl is a disgrace! She threatened to kick us out! She thinks we're trash, that bitch."

Well, he can't argue with all of that. "
If we pay rent on time, she can't kick us out, even if eshe really wants to. But you picking fights with her over nothing isn't going helping her like us."

Ai doesn't say anything more, but Jirou can tell she's still upset. He's not sure what he's supposed to do. He can't really stop her from hating the woman - hell, he hates her too, and he's never even around when they fight - but if she pisses off Sawabe enough, Jirou doesn't doubt that the woman will scrape up a reason to evict them. And there's no way he can afford another apartment.

Fuck. Nothing's allowed to be easy, is it?

"
Have you eaten?"

Ai nods

"
What did you eat? Did you have lunch and dinner?"

Ai nods again. "Noriko-san made stir fry and spring rolls for lunch and dinner. And we had tea and cookies earlier, but I didn't finish my tea because it was oolong."

Jirou sighs, knowing she hates oolong tea, and hopes she didn't manage to offend Noriko-san as well as Sawabe. Then again, he doubts Noriko-san would take it personally even if she did.

He turns to put his things away, abandoning his blazer and swapping it for a sweater that doesn't have his school's emblem, then heads to the bathroom to switch his glasses out for contact lenses. His mother is absorbed in a book when he comes back out, the rest of the world invisible to her.

"
I'm heading out," He says. Ai doesn't budge. "Make sure you go to sleep on time, alright?"

No response.

Jirou slips out the door without another word.


XX ❋
Kabukichou is as bright and lively as ever, and part of Jirou will always genuinely enjoy how the place lights up in every color once the sun goes down. It's beautiful, in its own, twisted way.

Jirou's been here almost every night for the last four years, and regulars notice him, waving and winking as he passes. He waves and winks back with a sly smile. He's comfortable here, among the dizzying lights and sounds and people doing all manner of things, hidden in the shadows.

He doesn't actually stop until a very familiar voice calls his name. He turns to face the voice and finds Hikaru behind him, clad in a pretty white strapless dress, sparkling dust across every inch of skin. She runs and jumps - impressive, in those heels - and wraps her arms around his neck.

"Ji-chan, you're here! You're early. Are your bullies slacking today?"

Jirou catches her easily, frowning at the nickname. "
Quit calling me that," Hikaru giggles in his ear. "And no, but they left me alone after school. First time in... two weeks? Three weeks?"

"Damn. Maybe if they came here, they'd realize how charming you are and fall in love."

"
Oh God, ew. I don't even wanna think about what that'd be like."

Hikaru chortles gracelessly, absolutely aware of how nasty a mental image her sentence put into Jirou's head. They walk together towards the pub Hikaru and most of the other girls work out of.

"Hey, did you hear the Golden Queen is here tonight? A couple of the girls say they saw her show up. No one knows what for though. Just keep an eye out, okay?"

Jirou snorts, but nods. She doesn't have to tell him twice to be careful in Kabukichou.


The Golden Queen, though? I wonder if it's something serious.

Jirou doesn't have time to wonder what the silent overseer of Kabukichou is doing on the streets, because both he and Hikaru are approached by customers before they even get to the pub. Hikaru waves over her shoulder and they head in different directions, neither of them desiring to be near each other while they work. It's already awkward enough being in near-public with customers.

Jirou's customer, a regular whose name Jirou never learned - what's the point? Not like he'll ever use it - has him pressed up against a wall in an alleyway, and because Jirou's luck is on a 50-50 timer today and just keeps flipping between good and fucking terrible, they get interrupted.

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Takashi strolled lazily through the red-light district, going by mostly unnoticed -- although he did garner a few curious glances here or there, or perhaps a look of recognition once in a blue moon. While Aki was notorious in Kabukichou, and was even given the moniker "the Golden Queen" (really ironic, honestly, considering what Kanayama means -- if only they knew), next to her, Takashi was practically a ghost. All he did what kick people into line occasionally, and while he was a familiar face among Aki's drug dealers, those such as the prostitutes or the bar owners weren't at all familiar with him. As for his blonde hair and light eyes -- well, Kabukichou had its fair share of frisky white tourists.

As Takashi walked towards the area Kyuu was known to frequent, he took in the sight of the bright lights and busy nightlife. Nemuranaimachi -- the city that never sleeps -- certainly fit Kabukichou to a tee. To someone like Aki, the bustling district was mainly background noise, but to Takashi, it was something to immerse himself in.

Takashi walked into an alleyway -- a secret shortcut -- when he suddenly paused. Surprisingly and conveniently enough, it looked as if Kyuu was already there; Takashi wouldn't have to track him down as he planned. Kyuu was currently pressing someone up against the wall and making out with them aggressively. If Aki were here, she would've turned her nose up at the brutish behavior -- as much as she hated it, that was something she and Rina had in common.


"Oi, Number Nine," called out drily. Kyuu immediately spat back something along the lines of, "fuck off, cunt, I'm having a good time right now," before the name "Number Nine" clearly registered in his head as the brute spun around, panting. His eyes widened at the sight of Takashi, muttering a panicked, "oh shit."

"Looks like you know why I'm here," Takashi said smoothly, smiling at Kyuu as if they were old friends. "At least you're not as stupid as we thought. Although, that's not really a compliment.

"What are you doing, Kyuu, hooking up during work? Propositioning a prostitute, I assume -- I can't really say you're the most desirable partner, if one had a choice. Is that where your money's going to?"
Takashi nodded in the prostitute's direction. Said prostitute was clearly playing the role of a debauched schoolboy, with his messy school-uniform and exposed skin. Takashi barely spared the guy a glance, but he found his eyes drawn to the prostitute as the moonlight began to shine on the alley. Blue eyes . . . blue eyes . . . Sato???

Takashi jerked his head back towards Kyuu, smoothly talking as if nothing had happened, but inside his thoughts were whirling. "Hey, at least you're helping someone pay the bills," he said casually. "Believe me, I'm all for that. But that's not the issue here. You're shirking your responsibilities. Did you think you could get away with that?"

Kyuu spat on the ground. "You are all talk, boy," he barked. "You aren't her."

"You're right," Takashi conceded smoothly. "She won't be as merciful as me." Takashi swaggered up to Kyuu, who glared defiantly, but shrunk slightly as Takashi towered over him.

"I could do something," Takashi said lightly, cracking a knuckle. Kyuu swallowed. "But like I said, I'm rather generous. She doesn't hand out chances, however. In fact, when she has the same problem again . . . well, she likes to handle it herself."

Kyuu stumbled back and staggered out the alleyway. Aki would probably let him go on for a few days before harshly dropping him. Fear is a powerful thing, she would say. But fearful maggots are still maggots.

Takashi turned and let his gaze linger on Sato, before turning around and walking off, thoughts whirling in his head.

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n a m e ;; xkanayama rina ( 金山 利奈 )
d o b ;; x14/04/93 ( 27 )
g e n d e r ;; xF
r o l e ;; xeldest sister
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As the most traditionally successful sister, with a high-achieving personality that fits in easily with the rest of the world, Rina was always prized as the ideal heiress. Rina, like all her sisters, is very intelligent, but in a way where she is able to get the highest grades and satisfy the expectations of society. She has a proactive and determined personality, which has propelled her to a top position in her mother's company, regardless of her family name.

Despite having all the abilities and traits required to succeed in society, Rina is fairly close-minded. She can succeed, but she cannot innovate, which is a trait that has historically created a rift between her and Aki. Rina can act extremely condescending, with the belief that there is only one way to succeed. She has a hard time accepting when she is wrong, and refuses to admit her mistakes due to her immense pride. Rina is very domineering, and constantly pushes her beliefs onto those she notes as failures (i.e. Aki and Takashi). However, deep down, she has good intentions, and constantly criticizes her youngest two siblings because she believes it will help them. Regardless, their conflicting personalities will always add fuel to the fire of their hostile relationship.


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n a m e ;; xkanayama hikari ( 金山 光 )
d o b ;; x13/05/97 ( 23 )
g e n d e r ;; xF
r o l e ;; xmiddle sister
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Hikari is just as intelligent and studious as Rina, and has the same personality traits that can lead her to a very traditional kind of success. However, Hikari is not nearly as proactive or domineering as Rina is. She would lead a company if the situation beckoned her to, and if it were most beneficial towards her, but Hikari is also perfectly satisfied in a managerial position, and does not have Rina's hunger for more.

Hikari and the rest of her family (except for Takashi and Aki) have very similar beliefs, although Hikari is far less intrusive about them. Unlike Rina, she typically keeps her head down and does whatever it is she can do, and only criticizes someone when it directly affects her. She is one to go with the crowd, because she believes the general opinion of society dictates what is right at any moment in time.

As of now, Hikari is a competitive pianist and violinist. She is noted to be very successful in competition, as she commits herself to a composer's rendition of a piece, but is not as popular with the audience as some of her less successful competitors can be.

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n a m e ;; xkanayama aki ( 金山 燦 )
d o b ;; x29/02/00 ( 20 )
g e n d e r ;; xF
r o l e ;; xyoungest sister; Takashi's
confidant and best friend
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Aki is a disappointment to her family, but not in the way Takashi is. She is undoubtedly one of the sharpest minds her family has ever seen, but to their chagrin, she refuses to partake in the family business like those who have preceded her. Unbeknownst to anyone, Aki has big plans for her father's business, plans that could bring new heights of success. However, Aki refuses to work under her father's control, and silently waits for him to retire before joining the company. While Takashi is just pathetically disappointing, Aki is a cause of immense frustration, and is branded as an unfortunate waste of intelligence.

Aki vehemently despises the thought of falling in line as another mindless cog in the imperfect system that is society; she knows that she could be doing better things if she blazed her own trail. Therefore, Aki chooses to interact intimately with the misfortunes of the world by walking alongside them, instead of trying to push them out. She knows that the dirt of society can never be cleansed and uses it to her advantage, gaining a stronger pull of influence on Japan than anyone in her family has.

Aki does not want to be a worker bee, simply fulfilling a given task. No, she wants to be a visionary, a revolutionary. She wants to be the Queen.

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Sawabe-san / Jirou's landlord

  • technically she's the landlord's daughter, but he's old so she's the one who gathers rent

  • she's also chronically rude to literally all of the residents

  • she especially hates Jirou because his mom freaks out about half the times she's come for rent

    Appearance: 5'3, always has her hips cocked and arms crossed and looks pissed off, curly blonde hair that's very obviously fake, brown eyes, bright red lipstick and nail polish all the time always


Noriko-san / Jirou's next-door neighbor

  • she's in her late seventies, lives alone with several cats, has children and grandchildren who pay for her apartment but never visit

  • she knits jirou and his mon sweaters and makes them food often

  • she also watches over Jirou's mom when he's working, keeps an eye on her to make sure she doesn't leave alone or do anything to hurt herself

  • Jirou also has a backup plan for his mom if he goes missing, which is in Noriko's hands

    Appearance: 5'0 and she hunches, reading glasses, very very short hair, almost always smiling, also almost always holding one of her cats, wears clogs


Nakamura Hikaru / working girl, Jirou's friend

  • dropped out of high school and ran away from home

  • Hikaru is absolutely not her legal name, but she isn't telling anyone

  • calls Jirou "Ji-chan" purely because it sounds funny and pisses him off

  • Bisexual Queen

  • other working girls joke that she and Jirou are twins

    Appearance: 5'4, thin, pale, black hair that goes past her shoulders and is always like this (but straight), brown eyes, always wearing glittery silver makeup and white sundresses

Purple Rain

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