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She did not know whether it was the thunder roaring above the city, or the towering statue of a crying angel that forced her to look up at the sky. The grey clouds were turning darker and darker, partly due to the upcoming evening and the close storm that was probably going to hit the buildings within the next few hours. The air was already too heavy for her liking, so she looked away from the old and nearly broken statue, returning to her road.

"Great, another fuckin' day in Paradise." A female voice spoke up and forced her to look at her right, where there would always be a younger woman walking by her side. That was how it has always been, that was how they had ended like that… and it was never going to change. Her younger step sister's presence was probably the only stable thing she had in her life.

"You can say that again." She mumbled, her pace never changing.

"Why are we going there again?" her companion asked, almost whining over the entire situation. That made her smile: it was really strange to see a girl who could easily beat up five men at once and still whine like a little child over some stupidity, every now and then.

"Because we've been in the branch for several years now and our superiors must understand that we're not inexistent, invisible or weak." Her words lingered a few moments in the air, as the tall girl next to her sent one puzzled look after another.

"But, won't that attract too much attention over our neighbourhood?"

"Don't tell me that you're afraid of a little action." She finally got over her bad mood and snickered silently, musing over her reaction.

"Don't worry, Mako-chan, I'll be there to protect you." A sudden voice stopped the one named Makoto to react in her own volcanic way and a strong arm surrounded her broad shoulders. The man, one from their gang, flashed her a bright smile and managed to even wink at the fierce woman, right before finding himself down on the pavement, with a strong foot pressing on his chest.

"That's it, you lecher!" she shouted in anger, her eyes enlightened by several interior lightnings. And the thunders followed right when her fists made direct contact with the man's face. Mina sighed and glanced at each and every one of the men surrounding the by now fighting couple: they were all extremely familiar with the sight. Every now and then, a particular guy from their group, named Shinozaki, would keep tormenting Makoto with his so-called "love declarations". Unfortunately for the loverboy, she had long ago stated her feelings: she did not care for him, at least not more than she would for a friend, and so she usually pointed that out by using force, as nothing else could work in his case.

"Mako-chan, let him breathe!" her tone turned a bit harsh and so, her sister simply took her hands off him, causing yet another fall on the hard and cold cement.

"Awww, Makoto. Your love hurts like hell!" the man whined from his spot, causing his companions to laugh out loud. "When would you understand that I am the one and only?!"

"Zaki, you such a drama queen!" a blonde guy named Motoki lifted him up from the collar of his extremely large shirt and placed him back on his feet.

"You'd better get into that thick skull of yours that this is nowhere near love… and that I would never imagine me with someone who doesn't know how to be a real man!" she shouted back and stormed, one moment later, in the direction of their objective, leaving them metres behind.

"Man, you're pathetic."

"You know, she is right." Mina's voice stopped all the noises behind her. "Now quit hanging around and let's move!" she ordered drily and walked on Makoto's trail, followed by her gang… a gang formed only of stree-fighters… just like her sister, just like herself…

It had been over 8 years since she had become the person she was still today. A life carried in the ruins of a once great capital had brought her up to be a fighter and never a beggar.

She had only been five when her mother passed away, leaving her alone with a father who was much too busy with his work to raise his child. So, soon enough, he had married another woman… Makoto's mother. Even today, she was sure that he had only married that woman for her sake. Indeed, the woman, a fragile and quite stunning, but slightly aged female, with a three year-old girl only clinging onto her dress' skirt. She had never spoken of a previous husband before her father… not of the man that gave her the child. It was as if the little brown-haired girl did not have a father at all. But that did not stop her to develop feelings for her new family. On the contrary: they had all bonded pretty fast and actually managed to become a true family… for some time.

Strange enough for usual cases of step sisters, Minako and Makoto were getting along perfectly, almost never finding themselves on opposite sides. It was a fact to admire and everyone who knew them could only praise the two children for having such attitudes. But then it had come… their own personal piece of Hell.

It was a night very similar to the present one, with grey clouds hanging carelessly over the city's towers. Strange men had come and practically slaughtered their parents, leaving the two children, barely in their teens, orphans and homeless. That day had probably been the toughest in her entire life. The day she had left her ruined home, holding strongly a slightly smaller hand with her fingers, afraid that she might lose her sister as well, in the sea of humans that had swallowed them.

Prostitution? No way! She would never lower herself that low and Makoto was way too young for such a fate. Robbery? Everyday she could see new victims to this dangerous sport, both young and old. So, what was the only chance two girls could possibly have for surviving on the dark streets of a doomed city? And the answer came within the night: street-fighting. Indeed a sport that could kill you. But if you were strong enough, you had chances of getting far with your abilities.

That night, they had unconsciously fallen asleep under a strange roof, on an impossibly cold floor, with puring rain not even a metre away. She could still remember the way Makoto shivered next to her. All day, she had never said a word, never crying or reacting in any way. All day she had just followed her older sister obediently, without a single sound. It seemed that the brown-haired tought Minako knew what to do or where to go… but the cruel truth was that she had no clue.

Until a door opened under that roof and a wave of light surrounded the shivering forms. In the same time, two sets of wide-opened eyes, blue and green, turned to see a strange-looking man. He looked carefully at the two, several moments later came to them and, bending over, took each girl under one strong arm. He got them inside the warm house, he settled them in his clean bed and said that they had come to the right place to find shelter.

In the following days, they learned that he was a former martial arts professor and that, because of a small wound in his shoulder, he could no longer practice the sport he adored. However, that did not mean he could not teach others how to defend themselves. And so, they came to quite an effective bargain: they would help him with the housework and, in return, he would provide them food, shelter and private lessons.

And so, their life had begun another chapter. A chapter filled with events they now considered more than normal, from Makoto's first fights with the block's bullies who considered her a harmless brat that could only throw words and not punches, to Minako's painful punishments towards those who tried to touch her, thinking that a young girl with her beauty was never capable of defending herself.

But then, the pain had returned. Several years before the present moment, their sensei had fallen ill and did not survive his disease. That had nearly killed the two girls, but the thought of being thrown in the streets again had become unbearable. So they went further with their fighting rounds and soon settled a group around them, mainly formed of their sensei's former students.

Bit by bit they grew stronger and stronger, until they finally managed to take down their neighbourhood's "leaders" and take their place. Ever since then, their number had nearly trippled its size, making them now a stable gang, ready to make itself noticed at the intern championships. Well, championships was a way of describing the fights that were taking place every year, in order to see who had to keep on training and who was ready to pass to the next level… up to the top of the pyramid. In other words, their world resembled the Mafia quite well, only they knew how to hide themselves better and so, their faces were never found on front pages. Anyway, it was a slightly safer world than the Mafia's. A world in which the two step sisters had found a way to survive and sustain a certain social level. And now, they were ready to prove that they could increase that level.

"You wanna pass, you gotta' pay there." A manly voice guided them to a small group. Minako stepped in front of everyone, as the leader, and easily pulled out of a hidden pocket more than enough money, in order to pay the fee for her fighters. The "cashier" counted the entire sum with a pleased smile on his face. Then he looked up and nodded to the bodyguard from before and casted Minako a last glance, along with an interesting remark.

"Nice earring. Where'd you steal it from?" But, unlike he suspected, the answer came out as drily as possible, accompanied by a deadly glare.

"My people don't steal. They don't have to…" she said and entered in the large building that had been chosen this year as stage for the championship. Although it was her first time, closer than ever to the big boss, she showed no emotion on her beautiful face. Behind her, she could clearly hear her guys musing over her answer earlier and that made her proud. Not only she knew how to hold the gang in place, but she could also make them be proud of themselves and their lives.

So she remained quiet, walking in perfect line with her younger sister, both of them not showing one bit of the storm passing through their souls. Today was now or never. Today they would either be accepted or denied… for good.


The entire parking lot, two levels high and wider than three blocks of flats put together was built as a gigantic spiral and was currently filled with fighters coming from the entire city, either with their own gang, or on their own, searching for a possible job. Everyone was shouting in ecstacy or madness, practically living the matches once with the fighters. This happened when a hobby turned into a style and the style into a way of life. Sometimes it came out good, but not always.

"Try to beat me now!" one of the men standing in the middle of the rink, placed on the ground level so that everyone could see the show, screamed at the top of his lungs. In front of him, fallen on the floor was another fighter who was breathing hard and was already covered in blood: either his own or his opponent's.

Wherever you looked, you could see people cheering, swearing, making out, getting high or betting on the favourite fighter. Who passed tonight's tournament, entered the next level and got the almost unique chance of proving themselves.

"Damn, it stinks here!" a voice could be distinguished in the general madness.

"Shut the hell up!" another familiar one answered.

"Behave or you'll have to deal with me!" a long-haired blonde turned sharply to the group behind her and threatened the arguing pair. The two, at the sight of her angered features, held their mouths as shut as possible. She would have very much liked to pass unnoticed, as least for the time being. However, her harsh gesture attracted several stares from the crowd and men started getting out of her way, either enjoying her general appearance or wishing to see more.

Indeed, the woman appeared to be looking for trouble: her long blonde hair was held in a long plait that swung over her right shoulder, thus covering a bit of the tight white t-shirt which covered her chest and tummy. And if that wasn't enough to warm up the atmosphere, in the lower side she wore a simple pair of shorts made of bits of brown leather, complimented by a pair of tall boots without heels.

A man right next to her started staring rather intently and rude towards her forms. Unfortunately for him, a strong hand pushed him in the back, and a tall girl made him aware of her presence. She was clearly taller than the blonde and slightly younger, but looked twice as fierce as her: her long brown hair was held up in a high ponytail and between her strands a pair of dark green eyes glared at whoever passed her visual field. Unlike the first one, she wore a black t-shirt cut right above her very well-toned belly and a pair of black leather trousers, ending in a pair of similar boots, but as dark as the rest of her clothes. To put it simply, the two were beautiful women who seemed as dangerous as Satan himself.

The only thing the men around them could do was turn around and maybe peek again, but from a much safer distance.

"Losers…" Makoto muttered, unhappy with the stares she was receiving.

"Take it easy…" Minako's voice came out surprisingly soothing. "Let's watch the fight." She pointed to the scene below them, as they were currently somewhere between the ground level and the first one.

The man who had been on the floor until then had miraculously recovered and now seemed to hold the future victory. However, when he sent his opponent to the floor and did not wait for him to get up for the next blow, the crowd exploded. In the next moment, the man simply hit with all his might the fallen opponent.

"Hey!" Makoto shouted from her spot and, in the next moment, jumped right in the middle of the rink, blocking the attacker's path to his victim. A gasp passed through the entire crowd and the noises turned lower than ever before. This was one turn no one had seen coming.

For a single moment she looked up, only to see a surprised Mina who had not even met the chance of stopping her impulsive sister. Returning her gaze to the attacker, she noticed his widened eyes and the anger that probably made his blood boil by now.

"What the hell is she doing?" one of the bodyguards from the first level lowered himself a bit, in order to see better what was going on.

"My, my… This is interesting…" an incredibly beautiful dark-haired woman spoke, actually intrigued by the situation below. Her amethyst eyes sparkled with curiosity in the dim light as she watched the madness. Unlike many in that room, she was one of the few to sit at the first level during the championship. Across the entire hall, only several armchairs were allowed to be posted, specially picked for the important members of the high-class group. And she was one of them… along with her husband of course.

She glanced to her right and met the profile of the man she now shared her life with. They did not get along well, sometimes being even close to murder… but, after all, she was the only one evil enough to match his own mind and personality. No other lover had resisted by his side and, well… before their actual marriage, she had never been his lover. 'Never give yourself to a man who isn't worth it.' Was her life principle. And the man next to her had definitely been worth it, in spite of her great displeasure.

"Do you need something?" his calm voice inquired as his sapphire blue eyes stared right back into her darker orbs. Turning her look away from his handsome face and up, to the rebel short strands of light blonde hair that adorned his head, she spoke.

"I wonder how dumb that girl is. Yes, she might look good, but that doesn't mean that she also has the power to stop that mad man." She answered as she arranged the stunning outfit she wore: a crimson red dress, with a black fur settled across her chest, uncovering one of her shoulders. Just as always, she had on the only two pieces of jewelry she always wore: a golden chain with a ruby stone around her neck and its match, a pretty large ring with a similar set of stones, on her left hand: her wedding ring.

Under the appearance that she had returned to the rink, her eyes sneaked a glance to his left hand: where an identycal ring shone brightly in the dim light. Strange, he still surprised her by wearing it. Sometimes she wondered why did he even bother. But still, she had to admit that the black suit he wore, completed by a single drop of red colour: a napkin in his chest pocket to match her dress, made him look even better. Damn her! Why did she have to marry someone so good-looking?

"Get lost bitch!" the man growled.

"For that name only I will break you neck." The tall young woman glared at him.

She would have wished for the opportunity of attacking first, but apparently her new opponent was too eager. Therefore, when he lunged towards her and got ready to smash her face, she leaned back a bit, dodged and got up again, with her right knee hitting him right in the chest. The man fell down with a loud noise, clutching desperately onto his body.

"Oh, come on! I didn't you hit you that hard!" Makoto complained loudly, attracting several whistles from the audience. "And besides, I am not hitting you in the back when you are down… something you forgot during your previous fight!" her voice thundered inside the hall, forcing more than several parties to listen to her. "Worm, get up!"she grew impatient.

"Why you!" a voice startled her, while two arms forcefully grabbed her from behind. "You shouldn't have messed up our game, little girl." The guy holding her arms tightly threatened. "Hit her!" he then commanded to her opponent, that had managed to get up this time. However, before he managed to come anywhere near her, another gasp filled the room.

A second silhouette had fallen from the same spot and hit the man with a clear leg strike. It was none other than the gorgeous blonde and she now stood over the stranger's knocked-out body, looking at the entire audience. She had always wanted to see the spot from the ground level and now she was getting her chance. The next moment, Makoto managed to free herself as well and almost kill the guy behind her.

"How dare you dishonour this rink?" the blonde cast both imobilized men a death glare. She then looked up and spoke to the entire crowd. "The street-fighters have one… wait, two rules! Two rules they must all follow until death! One: there are no rules! Two: except for backstabbing your opponent! And you two have disobeyed one of those rules." She pointed a merciless finger at the duo. "Now, if I were in the jury…"

"Disqualified!" a voice thundered above all others inside the hall, before Minako could state her mind. A bit troubled, she looked at her sister and noticed that she was staring at something above her. And by the way one of her eyebrows twitched, it could not mean well. Following her gaze, her sight ended at the first level, where the spectators were already leaving their seats. Less than a minute later, the crowd divided and allowed the several VIPs to pass to the exit.

Men wearing diamond rings crossed their way along with their whores, making some of the gang members to actually imitate the act of throwing-up. However, the last one to exit were two strange-looking persons: a handsome man with an equally beautiful woman holding onto his arm. Although they were definitely a couple, the two sisters clearly understood the difference between them and those before them: while the firsts would probably never resist at the top level of their society, these two were clearly strong enough to face anything and had probably been there longer than anyone else.

The two walked right in front of the sisters, the woman on their side and the man a bit further. When they reached them, the woman looked at the tall fighter and let out a half-mocking, half-serious smirk and a single word, that would've probably made anyone inside the room feel honoured, but annoyed the hell out of the girl.

"Congradulations." She simply said and walked away. When she thought that she was far enough not to be heard, Makoto exhaled barely above a whisper.

"Bitch." And that moment, the air around them suddenly tightened. The brown-haired looked towards the exit, where the couple had stopped.

She was glaring daggers at the victorious fighter, while her husband seemed amused and, in some strange way, even somewhat pleased with what had just happened. The woman's dark eyes, however, turned in to an increduous stare and, one moment later, she almost mechanically returned to her way, along with her man. Makoto only clentched her teeth and did not even dare to look towards her sister. She'd probably have her skin for having reacted like that.

"Good job." One of the bodyguards from before made the two sisters and their entire gang turn around. "You just made it in the championship. Good luck! You'll need it!" the large man grinned evilly as he passed them and followed his masters outside.

While the entire gang errupted in victory shouts behind them, as if they had already won the fights, the two sisters remained silent: the elder nearly glaring at her sibling and the younger displaying a mask of regret. However, her mind remained at the same conclusion: 'She deserved it!'


A sudden chill took over his well-built body. Everytime he entered the underground chain of hallways and laboratories, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed by strange, uncomfortable feelings and the usual set of chills. However, being already used to emotions he could not quite clearly understand, he shrugged and went on, entering the facility with the normal silence and calm that surrounded him. No need for unnecessary noises.

"Hey Zoicite…" he walked inside the sole populated chamber inside the burried laboratory, but got cut off by the only person who could possibly work in that place and actually enjoy it.

"Shhhhh…" The second man from the room stood in front of one of the huge white tables filled with all types of devices. He was currently paying extreme attention to a small glass container filled with a strange and unknown substance. The new-arrived stared silently at the entire scene and noticed a grin forming on the scientist's face, the moment when the perfectly transparent liquid turned slightly blue.

Finally looking at him, the man called Zoicite held up the victory sign with a proud smug. Knowing his employee pretty well by now, the man could easily guess that the given task was probably already finished.

"Is that it?" he calmly asked as Zoicite played with the small container, using the caution of a surgeon.

"You thought ecstasy was strong? Wait 'till you try this!" he spoke as his green eyes never left the new "toy". "You can tell him that his order was fulfilled. As always…" his voice ended in a whisper and his eyes shot from the glass, up to his boss' blue orbs. "Now we only have to test it. Think you're up for it, Nephrite?" he threw the bottle with a precision that might have shocked anyone else. But the man called Nephrite ony caught the object and studied it carefully.

"Is the overdose lethal?" he asked and turned once again towards the scientist, several strands from his chestnut-coloured hair flipping over his shoulder in the process.

"You asked for a sex drug, not pure heroin." Zoicite glared and settled his own hair, much lighter and longer, in a low tail. "You could have that though… of course, it would last a while 'til I got the formula right…" he went on, apparently his thoughts already considering that option.

"Zoicite!" Nephrite's voice turned only slightly louder, thus warning the younger man to keep his mouth shut.

"Alright, alright! I got it… No, it's not supposed to be lethal… But, as I previously added, it still needs to be tested." He fell on a tall chair and folded his arms in front of his chest.

"Guinea pigs?" Nephrite inquired.

"Humans, if possible." Zoicite answered.

"Hmm, I didn't know you swung that way." The man teased him merciless.

"Sometimes your lucky you stand above me, Nephrite. Otherwise I swear my beloved pets would have quite a feast with you as first, second and third course." The scientist's voice turned annoyed as one of his fingers pointed towards several cages holding a lizard or two inside and a large aquarium filled piranha fish, that were currently ravaging a piece of bloody meat.

However, the man shrugged, obviously not impressed with the strange and deadly collection of pets. So he only turned around and began walking back to the surface, where he would meet his boss and let him know the news. Several moments later his experienced ears picked up several noises behind him, signalling the fact that their own private genius had returned to his experiments.

'Gods, Zoi. Sometimes I wonder who's the worst of us. You for the drugs, me for the murders, Jade for the fights… or Kunzite for standing above us all.' Were his last thoughts as he quietly exited the dark underground tunnels and prepared himself for a new task.


The music pounded in her ears, as the vibrations reached to her heart and made it beat even faster. She felt her short and wet strands hit her warmed up skin almost painfully, as her head head and entire body moved in a delirious rhythm. In moments like these, she cared about nothing else in the world. Not the so-called heritage she was stuck with, not her father who was never there and definitely not her step-mother (the shrew) who made her life worse than the hell it already was.

The rhythm increased and her body already seemed to have a mind of its own. She no longer smelled the smoke filling the entire club nor felt the crowd dancing along. That was of course, until the carresses started.

If any other male from the dance floor had touched her that way, she would've hit the living days out of him. But considering Ryo's hands were doing that… she only gave into his embrace, as their bodies started moving as one. She turned around and met his eyes, lust definitely existent inside them. He was as high as ever, which meant he'd be out cold in a few hours, entering a deep slumber which could last up to 24 hours. But until then, they ruled the world.

The entire crowd shouted in unison, over the song's chorus and the two happily joined in. Ryo's hands travelled down, over her hips and around more intimate spots. The girl shivered from time to time, but did not complain over his strokes. Perhaps this was the night to take things onto the next level.

So, hidden by the hypnotized crowd, the young man led her to the private part of the club where his gang usually "had fun". She felt a draft of fresh air surrounding her, as her back made a sudden and rather painful contact with a slinding door, and she was pushed inside a separate room.

Untangling herself from his arms, she took a moment to look around: it was a dark room, enlightened only by faint crimson rays coming out of human skull shaped lamp. That, along with all the goth posters clung onto the walls and several other accessories to complete the atmosphere, would've probably given a heart-attack to anyone… except for the couple inside the room and the entire gang left back in the actual club.

Without waiting another moment, Ryo pushed the girl onto a pretty large couch and proceeded in getting rid of her black clothes. He began quite slowly, kissing her deeply and hiding his hands below her t-shirt and into her bra, grasping her breasts and earning a moan from her. However, when his actions turned harsh and his true intention was revealed, the girl below him turned as cold and still as a statue.

"What is it?" he stopped his ministrations and looked into her blue eyes, darkened by both the dark make-up she had on and a thought inside her mind.

"Stop." She only said and he let out a chuckle one moment later, leaning over her again and starting to bite her neck gently. His hands were once again too far below her clothes… this time touching her pale skin lower and lower. "I'm serious! Stop!" her tone turned cold.

"Oh, come on, Ami! You know you want this as much as me." He grinned against her skin and she felt his fingers entering her baggy pants. Damn, she knew he was up to something!

Before the young man could reach further below, a pretty strong fist collided with his chest and forced him to get back for a second.

"You bitch!" he shouted as he trapped her body right before she could run for the door. Pushing her back into the couch, he hit her fully in the face, already causing a small bleeding from somewhere inside her mouth and forced several coughs out of her neck. He tried to hold her still, unbucking his belt and once again going for her pants. This was going too far and she couldn't just stand like that, watching him helplessly. Shouting for help was more than useless, so she went for the hard way… the way she had been used to since her childhood.

So she fought desperately to free at least one of her hands and when she managed that, she proved the guy above her that she was not as weak as everyone considered her to be. Three minutes later, the two bodyguards outside the club met the scared sight of a young girl completely dressed in black, with several cuts and bruises all over herself. However, before one of them could ask what had happened, she ran away, into the dark streets, as far from that place as possible.

Still, she did not manage to get too far, due to several cuts on her legs and the fact that the hard clouds above the city had finally started shedding their tears. At first, she tried to cling onto the cold brick walls and keep on walking. But sooner than she thought, she fell down on the dirty pavement, exhausted from her previous actions and wishing to die before that bastard found her and did something even worse than what he had wished for that night.

Her pulse started fading as a frozen slumber took over her. And she fell so deep into that state, that she did not even feel when a black vehicle stopped right next to her and two men exited the car, only to return inside several moments later… but this time, carrying her unconscious body as well.


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