"Now arriving to Shinjuku-ku Station"
The metal doors of the train slid open slowly, allowing me to take one step out into the crisp, fresh air.
Inside of the train was extremely crowded with everyone rubbing against one another. I even felt some perv rubbing my behind with hands, thinking I couldn't see him. The vein in my head popped and throbbed as both of my fists curled up angrily. I was tempted and about to punch him there to next week, but the train came to halt and the loud speakers came on, saying we arrived to our destination. The moment the doors open, I jumped out to get away from the pervert behind me.
One of my hands clutched the handle of my black, leather suitcase. The other hand adjusted the strap of my blue backpack and pushes my large, blue rimmed glasses to the bridge of my nose.
I tried hard to conceal my identity just in case my two bodyguards are running around searching for me or members from a clan rivaling my family's are laying low here.
The wind bringing in a cool breeze swayed my long, raven hair. My left eye squinted a bit as a few strands of hair got inside of it. A small smile graced my red glossed lips as I moved away from the train. I walked up the stairs, leaving the platform. I stood on the top stair and glanced around the city. The bright sun blinded my hazel eyes, making me raise my left hand to block it from my sight. I could still feel the blazing heat from the sun's rays on my bare naturally tanned arm.
This city….I heard from my grandfather. The city that never sleeps called Ikebukuro.
I watched as the pedestrians and cars hurriedly scattered across the sidewalks and streets. I started excitedly walking down the sidewalk, trying to avoid bumping into someone as much as possible.
Though, I didn't have a place to live yet, I was still happy to get away from my grandfather and our "family". Both of my parents died when I was a young girl, so I was forced to live with my grandfather. At the time I never really knew why my parents died or anything about what are family business actually was until I started elementary school. I was able to go to public schools and live normally, but also have my grandfather train me in Martial Arts. After graduating high school, my grandfather told me I was next to heir the family business, since my mother had passed away. He never gave me a chance to ponder on the thought and choose if I wanted to be or not. He specifically told me I had to take over the family business. I was so outraged that I decided to run away to this city without really looking for a place first. I guess I could just rent out a hotel room.
The rumors my grandfather told me about this place; the black rider, the strongest man in Ikebukuro and the informant.
This city is filled with excitement; gang fights and "a game of cat and mouse" between the strongest man of this city and the informant broker.
My lips smiled widely as it emitted an excited giggle.
"I can't wait to experience the fate Ikebukuro has in stored for me!" I squealed quietly to myself.
Without watching where I was going, ended up bumping into someone's hard chest. My eyes closed shut as I was pushed back. I let out a small groan, before I shot open my eyes to glare at the bastard who wasn't paying attention to where he was walking, though I shouldn't be talking. I looked up to see a pale skinned guy, wearing a brown baseball cap, a yellow scarf around his neck, a green sweatshirt, with the hem of another shirt sticking out over his worn out tan cargo pants. He wore a golden chain around his neck and gold rings around his middle and index fingers on both hands. He had stubble around his chin and dark brown eyes that stared down at me. When he bumped into me, my suitcase fell on the ground.
"Hey there girly. How bout' you and me have a little fun? I promise it will be worthwhile." His creepy and annoying voice suggested for me.
My lips scowled and my brows furrowed as I glared at him disgustedly.
"Oh? What's with the long face?" He asked me as he leaned his face closer to mine.
I took a step back, trying to distance our bodies from one another.
Every time he blew his warm breath in my face, it wreaked of the stench of alcohol.
One of his hands grabbed the collar of my mid length black dress and pulled me up to his face. His other hand twisted one of my arms behind my back roughly, but I didn't flinch or let out a whimper. I only glared harsher at the drunken man in front of me.
"Let's have a little fun together." He suggested again as he pushed my body towards the entrance to a dark alley way.
I growled a bit as I struggled out of his grasp, but to no avail. I didn't stop from trying, until the guy was thrown across the sidewalk. I blinked a couple of times in confusion. The people that crowded around us started dissipating. I looked down to my left to see that the guy was mushed under a vending machine.
"Bloody hell!" I yelled a bit to myself.
Where on earth did that vending machine come from?
I looked over to my far right to see a tall male standing at least thirty feet away.
His hair was short, spiky and a bright golden color, almost the color of the sun. His skin was nice white color, like peach. It wasn't pale nor was it tanned. It was more like in between. His eyes were hidden behind blue tinted sunglasses, though I knew they had to be fierce and beautiful. His body was slim, but well-built. He wore a bartender's outfit, which was a black vest over white buttoned collar shirt, black slacks and black dress shoes.
His body was frozen in the stance he chucked the vending machine. I could see his chest more up and down as he panted heavily.
Could this be the rumored "strongest man in Ikebukuro"?
My lips smiled warmly as I walked over to him. He stood back up, his back straight and stuffed both of his hands in the pocket of his black slacks. I stood in front of him and bowed my head.
"Thank you for saving me, sir."
I lifted my head and smiled warmly at him.
"No problem." He simply told me.
I could feel his eyes staring down at me through his sunglasses, which caused the blood to warm my cheeks up a bit.
I was never good around the opposite sex. Though, I lived a normal school life, I still avoided and isolated myself from men. Since my parents died before I started school, I wasn't taught on how to act around the opposite sex, so I avoided them as much as possible.
He walked passed me and over to the guy mashed by a vending machine. I swiftly turned my body around and watched him pick up the vending machine and throw it far way to other side of the street. He grabbed the unconscious gangster's collar and lifted him up. He turned his back towards me and started walking away, dragging the man on the ground on his back.
"Wait!" I called out for my rescuer.
He stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn around.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"I'm Shizuo Heiwajima." He answered me in a bored tone.
I knew it. He is the strongest man in this city.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Fujiwara Chiharu!" I introduced myself to him.
This situation was weird. I never once talked to a man before, so why did I start now? Was it because he rescued me from the gangster, though I could have easily kicked the ass?
He raised his hand and waved it at me, his back still facing towards me. I took that as a "nice to meet you too" in the form of his body language. I giggled a bit to his response. I knew my new life here was going to be exciting.
Shizuo dragged the gangster away, until they both were out of my sight.