I have to be stronger! I can't be another weakling! I have to be a strong fighter!
Toshima. A terrible place to be. No rules, no law. Death and pain surrounds the once booming city of Japan. It is a place that will even make a grown man shiver. Her name is Hanakori. She is the only child of her parents. She was born with asthma and a weak body. It was normal for her to cough up blood every few days. Her father had been abusing her since she was five. She moves in with her mother when she was twelve. Her mother died two years later and she had to move in with her father again. She didn't want to so she ran away. To the only place where people couldn't find her. Toshima.
She wore a long navy blue jean with a long sleeve black shirt and another black t shirt over it. She grabbed the closes weapon she can find, a knife, and left home. She knew she was unprepared. She knew she would not be able to stay alive for long with her skill but she had no other choice. For her, death seems like a better choice than being abuse once again. At least in Toshima, there is a chance, a slight chance that she could survive.
As she enters Toshima, she realized why nobody would want to go there. Bodies were all over the place. All died in different ways. As she slowly walks pass 2 rotting bodies, she heard footsteps, echoing footsteps like those you hear in a horror movie. She turned around and saw a long black haired guy with popping veins. He was walking towards her, exactly like a horror movie. "Little girl" he said with a voice that will make anyone shiver "I won't hurt you if you give me all you tags."
She was afraid. Not only did she not know what he was talking about but he is scaring her with a inhuman face, an inhuman movement. That man is no longer what people would consider human. "Not giving your tags?" he said with that same terrifying voice before laughing out loud.
That guy came rushing forward with a dagger in one hand. Eye of murderous blood shot veins. Hanakori acted as quickly as she could and tried to block the attack by holding her knife out but missed. The blade cut her shoulders and red blood spilled over her black shirt. She cried out in pain but did not stop to turn away and run.
That man chased after her. As he was closed enough, he swung his knife at her. Hanakori knew this would be the end. She closed her eyes and waited for eternal sleep.
She found it strange that after a few second, she is still alive. She turned around and saw a boy. He has blonde hair and blue eyes. His clothes were mostly checked red with long black sleeves and a pouch around his waist. He had a small body, almost like a girls and was exceptionally flexible. He was blocking the man's blade. He had just saved her life.
The boy jumps on the man's shoulder and uses his dagger to stab his throat. That man fell on his face. Dead.
"Hey!" he said with an adorable voice. As he stands beside Hanakori she realized he was a little taller than her. He continued "Are you trying to get yourself killed or something? You can't even fight and your here in Toshima?"
Hanakori smiled "I'm not planning on living for very long but thank you for letting me to live for a few more hours." she looked at the dead man.
"He's dead man whether I kill him or not. Relying on Rain so much that he will soon have an overdose." he said as he look at the direction she was looking towards. "You're not competing in Igra?"
"Igra? No. I don't even know what that is." Hanakori started to walk away and he followed.
"Igra in the reason why any of us would be in Toshima. It is a game. We must fight others and steal tags. On every tags there in a card number. We will get a chance to fight the Ilre if we get a Royal Flush. Ilre is the leader of Toshima. And if we win him, we get to be the leader if Toshima."
"I guess the game is the reason this place is stained with red blood. A violence game." Hanakori said as she looks around.
"Yes it sure is." The boy said. Just as he said that, Hanakori felt liquid rushing up her throat. She placed her hand on the closes building around her and started to choke on her own blood. Not now! She thought.
"Hey are you okay? You injured or something?" he asked.
She uses back of her sleeves to wipe her mouth. Then, she sat down and put her head between her legs. "I'm fine." she said.
"Looks like you're not very healthy." he said. "Well... it is boring traveling around Toshima alone. Why don't I follow you?"
Hanakori lifted her head and looked at him. "Just because I'm weaker than others doesn't mean I need special help. The reason I came to Toshima was to become stronger. I don't know if I could do that with someone doing all the fighting for me."
The boy laughed "Who said I'm going to help you do all the fighting? Besides, I'll train you. I can fight better then you think you know? Come on, companions will help us in becoming stronger and it'll be lots of fun" he said with a smile while holding his hands out for her.
Hanakori looked at him, wondering if she should trust a boy she just met. Something about him made her slowly reach out to grab his hands. "I'm Hanakori" she said. He pulled her up and replied "Call me Rin".