This is a story that i wrote because i was bored. I may not continue, but it depends on the commentary. HOWEVER, that does not mean you can leave bad commentary.

Empire

Prologue I

Taking place after a major war between the poor and the rich, the poor are forced to underground cities where there is barely sunlight. No crops can survive underground, so merchants who are middle class bring down food and water so people could survive. However, people have lost the ability to walk without the right amount of Vitamin D. People who attempt to escape to the surface suffer big consequences. The rich have a policy that no one, poor or middle class, could mix with the rich and pampered.

The poor were often kidnapped from their homes, used as slaves on the surface with no pay what so ever.

The underground city was known as the city of Nobles, with no particular ruler. No rich obnoxious man could gut up to the take the role. The city of Queens, however, is on the surface. It is ruled by a man named Hiroshi Hoshina, standing at the age of 18. He was a player, who only cared to satisfy his pleasure and the needs of the rich.

That's all about to change.

"Onee-chan!" shouted a girl, her feet running as fast as she could. She seemed in a hurry, her eyes showing nothing but panic and fear.

"Onee-chan!" She ran up the stairs and stormed in, startling a 15 year old girl who was busy polishing her knife.

"What do you want Yumiko? Can't you see—"

"Mr. Hamada is dying! He collasped while he was working!" She interrupted, tearing pouring down her cheeks. The girl stood shocked, the knife slipping between her fingers and hitting the ground. Her mouth stood agap, and her red hair was out of it's messy bun.

"Lets go. Now." She ordered, and she stood up, grabbed her knife and followed Yumiko to where Mr. Hamada was awaiting. They ran past buildings, people. As they arrived to the crowd, the girl and Yumiko managed to push past them to sit down beside Mr. Hamada, who was laying on the floor in pain.

"Mr. Hamada! Are you alright?" The girl asked, looking at Mr. Hamada frantically.

The man opened his eyes slowly, his skin looking pale and wrinkled. His palm met with her cheek that was stained with tears. "Mr. Hamada!"

"Hello Kyoko.." He whispered. The girl, known as Kyoko, stared at his fragile body that she protectively held in her arms, trying to hold back sobs. "How are you..?"

"Don't ask me that right now Mr. Hamada, i just want to know if you're alright.." She whispered, her fingers stroking his gray hair. Mr. Hamada was a great man, he sacrificed everything for everyone surrounding him. Not caring of his age, he still danced and played like if he were 20.

"Kyoko.. I think it is my time.." Tears escaped Kyoko's eyes at the thought of hearing the words escape his mouth.

"What were you doing Mr. Hamada...?" She asked, a sob exhaling her lips.

"I was working for a man... I was going to go to the surface today to work for him.." He whispered back. As he said those words, he took his last breath, closing his eyes, leaving Kyoko sobbing uncontrollably while clutching the lifeless body in her arms.

There was a few moments of silence, with nothing but Kyoko's sobs filling the city. Everyone knew Mr. Hamada, and he was the most generous man to ever live, but now he is gone. He was the only father figure she had since her father died in the war, and her mom died from paralyzation.

"Such a shame." She heard a deep voice say. She looked from Mr. Hamada's still body up to see a man in an elegant suit, brown hair in a neat comb over, and glasses. Her eyes were red from all the tears that left, but she saw the man smirk, walking past the crowd to her and the dead body. He knelt down and felt his neck, and wrist, tsking at the two times he heard no pulse. "He was going to be a good slave."

Kyoko stiffened. How could this man treat Mr. Hamada like this, even after his death? Her teeth gritted together, her eyes invisible under her bangs. "Shut the fuck up."

The man scoffed. "Excuse me?"

Kyoko looked over at the man to get a good view of his eyes. They were hazel, but she could see past that beautiful color to reveal a horrible shade of green. He was wearing contacts, she thought, but why were glasses? Her eyes narrowed, carefully looking at the glasses to see no reflection from the dimmed light what so ever.

"I said shut the fuck up. Baka." She mumbled again, standing up. The man backed away, looking at her deadly eyes. Her red hair was covering her left eye, making her look scarier than a hound in the night.

"You should watch your attitude young lady." He said, pushing his glasses back.

"You should learn how to give people respect, you asshole."

The man stepped back, staring at Kyoko with anger. Her eyes focused on his suit, black mixed with a bit of dark gray to make it look simple. But she could detect it. If she focused enough, she could find a dark secret to throw him off guard. She couldn't escape this without it.

Her eyes peered over to his waist, the shadows revealing an outline of a gun.

"What are you going to do with your gun? Kill us?" She whispered. The man's eyes widen as he stared at his waist and then back at her. Fear crossed his face.

She chuckled, flipping her hair. Sweat dropped on the sides of the man's face. She put a strand of her red hair behind her ear, revealing her icy blue orbs.

"You can't fool me.." She whispered, her lips forming a smirk.

She heard the cock of a gun and felt the hard metal press against the side of her head. "Game's over, poor."

She closed her eyes, her hands grasping her long red skirt. Inhale, Exhale, she thought.

Her eyes shot open and she grabbed the man's wrist, flipping the gun into her hands and shooting the man in the leg. He yelped, his eyes widen at the sight of blood and the poor holding the death machine in her palms.

The other man, grabbed Kyoko's waist and took the gun from her hands, making her gasp.

"Let me go!" She screamed. The man nodded at the other man, and he pressed his lips against a device. Soon other men arrived at grabbed Kyoko, pulling her away from Mr. Hamada's owner.

"Leave me alone!"

"It looks like we have to bring this poor to the king's attention. She has to suffer the consequences." He explained to the others. One of them grabbed her by the neck, raised his fist, and knocked her out, taking her to the carriage that was above the stairway.