Warnings: OOCness, lack of spellcheck, drabble-esque...cracky.
Lady Dragon
"Hana...? What is that?"
"What the hell?! I thought we agreed to stay out of the yakuza!"
Hanajima blinked at her friends as she glanced down at the yukata she was wearing. It was brightly colored with a huge dragon's body on its back, much like something a gang member would wear. Not to mention the characters "strength" and "loyalty" written on the back beside the dragon.
"Figures, the one day it ain't black, it's yakuza!" Uo muttered as the three friends strolled through the festival. "Do ya think you'd be good in the yakuza, really?"
Hanajima turned to her, considering. "Hm...perhaps. Only if Tohru comes with me." She hugged her ditzy friend possessively.
Uo sweat-dropped, imagining...
The group of rival gang members broke into the yakuza mansion. "We're here to take you down because of what you did to our boss' girl!" One yelled.
A group of hairy men emerged from the mansion and they began to fight. The boss headed to the front of the crowd, where he faced a very confident-looking Hanajima Saki.
Hana smiled slightly as she stared at him, the hair on her head twitching. "Your waves are very fragile. They would be so easy to break. Weak minds tend to be that way. Hm...what is your name? My brother does enjoy cursing people with them."
Said brother popped out of nothingness and smiled darkly.
The boss paled at this and ran away, terrified of the waves and the thought of his brain frying.
Tohru sat inside the house. "Eh...Hana, did you scare away more guests?"
As she cried in relief that the vision was false, Uo joined in the Honda-Hanajima hug. "Please do not become a yakuza boss. The world isn't ready."
Hana didn't reply.