Our Story Begins on Sazan Crossu Street, where the bus from the airport is dropping off....

A Fresh batch of Gaijin (Foreigner) Boys Into this quiet Japanese town?!

This will be quite amusing...

Angelica, otherwise known as Angie, kicked a rock on the sidewalk as she strolled along Japan's busy steets. She knew her way around this place quite well as she hauled her duffle bag of living essentials higher over her shoulder. She had work in an hour or so more, she smiled upon this realisation thinking of the Ramen that awaited her. She just had to figure out somewhere to stay for the night now.

Kyoya randomly wandered the streets as he usually did, trying to decide whether he should go home or not. Well, I guess you couldn't call it much of a home. Just an abandoned building. Oh well, there's no use worrying about it. He spotted a convenience store across the street. He checked his pocket for change, only to realise he didn't have any money left. He sighed. I guess this is what I get for stepping down as leader of the Crimson Eyes. Not that we were a powerful gang anyway. Just a bunch of thugs. His stomach rumbled. He hadn't eaten for a couple of days now. Deciding on what he would do, he walked across the street to the convenience store.

Another bus pulled up nearby, with a recent flight from England. Out came Gordon, Backpack strapped and suitcase in hand, he departed from his bus, inhaling the air. His first actions of the day would be to find the place he was to stay in, and hurry out to go help out in damaged areas. Not only would it make him feel good, It'd be great exercise.

He sighed, and headed off, walking down the sidewalk...

oran steped off the bus and fixed his suit and only one thing was going through his mind right now "I hate japan." its not that he hated the people or the way of trasportation the thing he hated was the weather. for some reason it was aways horrible when he came for a meeting with the shareholders this time it was some yakuza boss who wanted to hire. "well he made the right choice." oran thought of course it was the yakuza and he could already guess what the guy was going to say to him...

"I want to hire you to take out blah blah blah another boss, the man who is cheat with my wife, etc." how oran longed to be back in mother russia... he snaped from his thoughts and realized he hadn't found a place to stay yet not a problem he just had to make a few calls and he'd be booked. but something stoped him... he wanted to see the sights first.

Gordon was glaring at Oran: The guy was not moving. He said nothing, as not to cause a fight.

He grumbled. What the hell was this idiot doing, anyway?

Akio was walking down the streets of the quiet town he had walked into. He had been walking for a while now, only stopping every couple hours to take a leak or to find something to eat or drink. Without a place to stay, Akio had made the world his home, living wherever he found it to be livable and anything that was sheltered. Even a box would be his house if he found it. Of course people usually fought him when he stole food or water to survive, but that wasn't a big problem for him. He stopped next to a bench on the sidewalk and sat down to rest. He was wearing a white and black jacket with the hood up, and black pants with tattered shoes. He looked like a thug. He gave out a sigh as he let his weary legs rest from their long walk.

Oran looked around and saw a guy standing there and glareing at him and thinks to himself. "I'd better move don't want another incident like in nepal." he recalls the incident chuckles and moves letting the guy pass. "He must be in a hurry i know i'd be in a bad mood too." and then moves down the street.

(Oh you just did it. In real life, My family is from Nepal! XD)

Gordon, feeling Oran deserved a little pain, tossed a rock at the young man, and walked off. He'd tossed the rock with so much power, he knew it would hurt pretty bad. Thank god for superhuman martial arts.

Kyoya entered the store. He was surprised that it was still standing after the earthquake had happened. Oh well. He walked up to the register, where an old man was cleaning the counter. The old man saw Kyoya and grabbed a gun from under the counter. He trembled as he pointed the gun at him, obviously scared. "You-you better not steal anything! I know your gang! I'll kill you if I have to!" Kyoya held up his hands. "I'm not here to steal from you or anything like that, old-timer. Besides, didn't you know? I'm the only member of the Crimson Eyes left." He told the old man. The old man cocked his gun. "I don't believe you!" He yelled. Kyoya sighed. His stomach rumbled loudly, causing the old man to jump. The old man grabbed some foodstuffs and threw them at him. "Here! Take it, just leave me alone!" Silently, Kyoya gathered them and put them into a nearby plastic bag. He turned away from the old man, saying. "Thanks, old-timer." Without another word, he left the store. He walked up the street with the bag inside his heavy black coat. He knew there were many people who would take his food without a second thought. He saw a man sitting on a bench, wearing a white and black jacket with the hood up. Frankly, he looked like a thug. Kyoya debated on just walking past him. Against his better judgement, he stopped in front of him.

"Hey."

(Oh crap.... i feel like a jerk now.)

Feeling the rock he knew where it came from and wasn't angry the guy was probably just angry by nature and trying to vent it out on people around him. oran felt sorry for him. "More issues for him and his family." he reasoned and the rock hurt so bad in fact that oran was sure the guy is probably superhuman. And because of that fact he felt even more sorry for the guy but he then walked off.

Akio looked up at the sound of someone talking to him. To be frank, he was surprised. No one usually talked to him unless they wanted something. Did this guy want something? "Hey." He replied with just the hint of a shrug. He looked down the street and sighed. This was quite a little town. He wondered if there was anything worth him finding something to eat here.

Angie left a convience store popping a lolipop in her mouth, she noticed a small girl at the end of the road watching her, it was kind of creepy but she just tried to shrug it off pulling up her jacket hood as rain drops began to fall. (thats the hated btw from Nobody's charrie, just thought make a link)
"damn rain" she muttered annoyed that her shoes were getting wet. She ran ahead of her and under the safety of an alley covered with broken metal blocking the rain, "What now?" she complained knowing she was going to be late for work. Suddenly she heard a clang of a can being kicked behind her, she turned to find a group of guys.
"Hey there girly" one of them called which made her roll her eyes.
"What?" she said sarcastically.
"how about you show us your purse?" one of them snickered at her. She sighed dropping her bag, and surprising to them stood her ground holding up her fists "Just try it and see where it gets you" she had already had three attempted muggings this week, Japan was going down hill after the earthquake.
The boys stopped for a moment then they all laughed at her. "You think you can take us on?" the leader said smirking "bring it" with the flick of his hand five of the guys behind him came at her.
Angie smirked herself, she didn't take to being called girly. she punched with all her strength sending three of the guys down in a short amount of time, however she suddenly paled when two more replaced those three holding crowbars. "shit" she accidently said aloud wishing she had something shaped like a katana which she was trained in.
She fought as long as she could tiring the guys out however there was just too many of them as the bars hit her back repeatedly, with six on the ground she found herself corned by four more. Out of breath she callopsed on the floor a little beaten and bruised for the worse. "Still think you can take us on?" the same guy from before kneeled down to her level, leaning close in a mocking tone he whispered "Just cos your a girl doesn't mean we will go easy on ya" he pulled back and laughed as angie tried to throw a final punch but he grabbed her fist, his tone altering quickly from sarcastic to threatening "Wheres the cash" he ordered her making her feel instantly helpless.

Kyoya reached into his coat and pulled out a small, unopened bag of chips. He tossed it to the guy on the bench. The guy looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks. Nevertheless, Kyoya made it a point not to mess with things that didn't concern him, so he had no idea why he was doing what he was. "You belong to anyone?" Kyoya asked this meaning to ask what gang he belonged to. Kyoya may be the last member of the Crimson Eyes, but he had no intention of recruiting. However, if Akio was a member of another gang then there might be a problem. Kyoya didn't feel like starting trouble.

Oran saw the fight with the girl start and was impressed. the girl held her own agenst them but when they pulled out the crowbars he got worried and started to run he dropped his suitcase and pulled out what looked like to be a peice of metal but when he pressed a button on it. it started to fold out and transformed into a handgun and as the guy said "where's the cash." To the girl he was behind him and said "let go." and then said. "You guys must know who i am right? for some idiots presant who don't know im the head of the enforcers. one of the biggest merceary groups in the world and i didn't get to this position lightly so let go of the girls arm and walk away." and then pulled out another peice of metal and that turned into a handgun too.

When the bag of chips landed on his lap Akio didn't ask questions or give a thank you, he just ripped it open and began to eat. Although chips weren't exactly filling, it was better then nothing.

"You belong to anyone?"

That question had been asked to him in multiple towns and cities he had traveled through. Or a question like it. "I don't do gangs." He said finishing off the chips.

The sound of a lighter flicking into life echoed through the alleyway against the backdrop of traffic in the nearby Sazan Crossu Street. As the tiny flame danced from the lighter, a hand, the colour of pure porcelain, raised a Virginia Slim up towards the pale, thin lips of Nagato Shiina, the flame slowly met the tip of the cigarette before the flame disappeared and the lighter was returned to the back pocket of Shiina's jeans. She held the cigarette there for a couple of seconds before reaching up again and withdrawing it, blowing out a small stream of light smoke. The smoke lightly sprung into the air, capering about before gradually fading away.

The alleyway in which Shiina was currently leaning her back against a wall was lit only by the light of the sun overhead; to Shiina's left the alley opened up into the sidewalk that ran parallel to Sazan Crossu Street, which was perhaps the only equivalent to a main street in this tiny little town in the Tokyo Prefecture, not far from the great city itself. This city had had the misfortune of being affected by the earthquake and its accompanying tsunamis and landslides, with some buildings having sustained varying amounts of damage. Though the damage of the earthquake was not nearly as bad as it had been back in Sendai...

Shiina shook her head as she dropped the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it as she walked towards the opening to Sazan Crossu Street. She had come to Tokyo Prefecture to escape the memories of Sendai, not to think about them further.

Angie was a little startled by a white haired fellow, clearly a foreigner, holding nothing other than a gun. It frightened her a little until he mentioned enforces, she hadn't heard of the mercenary group before, being so uncaring about such news, but she knew that enforces meant he was here to help which settled her panicking heart.
The guy in front of her stood up pretty much snarling in anger as he spat on the floor. "You got lucky this time girly" he glared at Angie before flicking his hand taking his crew away. Angie watched them go before speaking.
"Ah" she pushed herself up using the alley wall, "thanks for that" she beamed a smile in the depressing rain "i would have been a goanna" she laughed carefree rubbing the back of her head which mildly stung, nothing compared to her aching back though. She mentally cursed those crowbars. "I'm Angelica Blaine by the way, call me Angie" she held out a hand then noticed the time on her watch. "Crap! I'm late for work!" she exclaimed her face showing her panic, "Ugh" she looked at the time and back to him quickly, then smiled as she reached for her duffle pulling out a coupon for Ramen. "Here thanks again for the help!" she called practically running back into the rain and down the street pulling her hood up quickly.

Kyoya smiled. "Good. I don't either." Which wasn't a lie. The day of the earthquake Kyoya had stepped down as leader of the Crimson Eyes. Now that he was the only one left that had even been in the gang, well, there was just no point in even trying to bring it back. Especially not when he didn't have any interest in it. As it started to rain, he held out his hand to the guy. "You look like you've had a tough time lately. Here's a deal for you; I'll give you a place to stay and food in your belly, and in return you stick with me. That's all you have to do. You don't have to follow any orders or anything like that, so don't get any ideas." He told him, looking completely serious. What the hell am I doing? He asked himself, inwardly groaning, Since when do I pick strays off the street? He looked at the guy. He looked like life had chewed him up, spit him out, and tore him to pieces. Kyoya didn't feel any pity for him. Once he thought about it, he kind of admired the guy. Despite everything, Kyoya could sense strength from him. Perhaps that was why he wanted to help.

Oran stood there in shock who was that girl? she.... he looked down at the coupon she gave him and was still confused and looked down at the paper again. he wanted to take the girl up on the coupon but wasn't sure how to go about it... he cuckled at the thought of him going up to the shop and saying. "Hey remember me? i saved you from being mugged and beaten in that dark alley?" he chuckled again and heard a ringing and looked down at his pocket it was his phone he took it out and looked to see who it was. "Hello?" after a few moments of listening he said. "Im not going to be able to make it something just came up." a few more moments he said "I don't care send ACE he is good with this kind of thing." and hung up and set off down the street.

Akio didn't show it, his hood hiding his expression, but he was surprised at what the man had offered. Not only would he be given a place to stay, but food as well? And there was no catch? He looked up at the mans hand and took it, pulling himself from the bench. "Thanks." He said without any hint of emotion. He had been on the streets long enough to know there was always a catch, even if not spoken, and he didn't want to get his hopes up. Still, it couldn't hurt to try. "I'm Akio."

Mara was far from happy today. Not only had her father kicked her out but she had been trying to reach a few old friends all day without any luck. "All that's left is that total jerk." She said glaring down at the name that shown on the screen. "Well what ever. I need a place to crash and I guess I trust him the most." She sighed clicking the green call button and it started to ring. 'That Kyoya better pick up or I swear to god the next time I see him! She thought angrily as the second ring went by but he still didn't pick up.

"Kyoya. Now come on, before this rain gets any worse. I'll show you where I live. It ain't exactly the Royal Palace, mind, but it keeps out the rain." Kyoya walked down the street. From the look on Akio's face, he had been expecting a catch. He was half-right. The Crimson Eyes had a lot of enemies, and since they'd heard that the gang had been disbanded they'd been targeting Kyoya relentlessly. Kyoya hated the thought of bringing the Crimson Eyes back, but if it at least looked like the gang was still alive then the other gangs would be sure to leave him alone. He knew it wasn't Akio's problem, so if anyone attacked then Kyoya would probably do what he could not to get him involved. Besides, Kyoya hated it when other people fought his battles. He looked over at him. "You look pitiful." He told him, frowning at his tattered clothes. "I might as well try to find you some clothes while I'm at it. They won't be the best thing ever, so don't be expecting too much."

Akio nodded his thanks as he followed Kyoya. He didn't care if the place was a dump. Although he had been walking for hours, his legs had grown used to it and he was walking at a great pace.

"You look pitiful. I might as well try to find you some clothes while I'm at it. They won't be the best thing ever, so don't be expecting too much."

Akio nodded his thanks. "Anything that covers me is a given."

"Sorry i'm late Oji Sama!" Angie burst through the back of the Ramen restaurant down on Sazan Crossu Street. (any charrie could pop in to meet others here?)
"Whats the reason this time" the old man spoke from another room his tone suggesting that he had shook his head too used to Angie's tardiness.
"Oh nothing special, just a few guys trying to take my cash, I beat them up though and nice guy helped me out, a foreigner I think" she dropped her duffle bag of living supplies, which she wondered from place to place with, in her locker taking of her brothers cap and soaked jacket shaking her legs the best she could to get the rain off her clothes.
"Are you alright?" the old man suddenly appeared into the back room from upfront in the restaurant looking worried drying his hands on a hand towel, he had fading black hair and a slim build, not bad for 49.
"A few bruises but after growing up with five brothers there nothing" she cheered fake smiling as in reality her back was throbbing like crazy and she could barely keep it straight.
"Are you sure? You can take the night off if you want, your health is important Angie" he spoke concerned handing her a fresh towel from his pocket as he placed it on her head rubbing her hair a little before standing back.
Angie gladly excepted it drying her hair the best she could, "no its fine, tonight shouldn't be too busy anyway" she really couldn't afford to loose any cash, she was barely surviving as it was, she was lucky she got free Ramen here.
Oji frowned not covinced but he didn't argue. "alright, dry yourself and come through" he nodded to her going back to the open kitchen where customers could watch him cook.
Angie sighed in relief when he left dropping to sit on a seat, her back practically screaming now. "there's going to be some bruise there eh?" she spoke to no one in particular.
Then she used the towel to dry her hair and body as she changed her cothes leaving the wet ones to dry, tying her hair up in a ponytail and slapping on a waist apron she left the back room to go serve some customers.