An:OK, this chapter is still following Gerard, I'm gonna do the other characters in the next chapters. One big reveal in this one guys! Next chapter's gonna have my spirit animal, the pervy kissy(kisuke). Shout out to the person who gives me life and inspiration, spunky-buns!

(Translation: *fuck) *salute* till next time bun-buns.

Japan was a strange place. Gerard felt as though he was through the looking glass. He walked the streets of karakura, fascinated. He expected the small town to be, well, smaller and quant. But, it wasn't at all. There were drug dealers and prostitutes on the sidewalks.

It wasn't like in the movies, skeletal girls offering to blow you for a hit. No, these girls were normal looking. Whoever ran the prostitution ring cared for their girls. The dealers on the other hand, some looked like average joes, while others looked like the thugs they thought they were. He laughed at one man who literally waddled, his pants were so far down.

He found an inn that was in his price range, he'd spent a pretty penny for that ticket. He planned to try and find out at least the names of the people running the town. But, today he would sleep, jet lag was a bitch that laughed at your pain. Sighing, he flopped down on the kind of comfortable bed and went to sleep, dreaming of his real family.

The next day Gerard woke hating the sun. "Stupid sun and it's bright ass." He grumbled some more curse words in German.

He rolled out of bed, literally, landing on the floor in a heap of sheets and mint hair. "Scheiße!"* He untangled himself and zombie walked to the bathroom. Brushing his teeth, he stared into space. He needed new clothes, the ones he had were, not him.

After combing out the birds nest that was his hair, he just said 'fuck it' and put it in a pony tail. That accomplished, he tried to find an outfit that he didn't completely hate. That was hard seeing that it was all overly baggy pants and shirts. They didn't let him wear tighter clothes.

It took Gerard all of ten minutes to find a clothing store. He walked in and gravitated towards the women's section, he always liked the cute outfits. He tried on a lot of dresses, skirts, the works. Satisfied, he bought a whole new wardrobe, men's clothes included.

Back in his room, he changed into a form fitting black skirt, a black long sleeved shirt with the shoulders out, and a pair of black stiletto pumps. He felt….like himself. Everything fit like a glove and you wouldn't think he was a he at all. Well, technically he wasn't. Gerard was Hermaphrodite, not all male and not all female either. That's why they hated him. He loved himself for him, he wasn't a freak.

'Well that's enough feels for me' he thought to himself. He mused his hair and left the hotel, he would get answers tonight.

As soon as he stepped out of the inn he was hit on. It was good for his self esteem, and for his ego. He walked with a sway in his hips. 'I look good' he thought.

Passing an alley, he heard an argument.

"I'm not giving you my money Trent, Dante's my pimp, not you!" A woman yelled.

"I didn't ask bitch!"

That didn't sound good. He peeked around the corner and saw the man, Trent, hacking the lady up against the brick wall. Gerard walked into the alley and tapped Trent on the shoulder. "Um, excuse me. Can you not do that? It's not nice to hurt a lady" he smiled a menacing smile.

Trent looked at Gerard with disgust. "I don't need another bitch trying to tell me what to do, beat it."

Pouting, Gerard kicked a rock. He sighed. "looks like I'll have to hurt you. I usually don't like violence, but for you I'll make an exception."

Both Trent and the woman looked at Gerard strangely before Trent abruptly laughed. "You, hurt me?" He wheezed. "Yea right. Like I said, beat it."

"Please leave miss, I'll just give him the money." The woman pleaded.

Gerard frowned and pressed a pressure point on Trent's shoulder. The man dropped like a sack of potatoes. "There, now are you ok miss?"

With wide eyes the woman nodded quickly. "W-who are you?"

"Nobody important." Gerard started to leave when the woman grabbed his wrist. "Uh, yes?"

"Is there anything I can give you, you know, for helping me?" She wasn't looking at him.

He thought about it. Maybe she had answers. "Do you know any names?"

She tilted her head a little in thought. "Like what kind of names?"

"Names of important people in this town, the bad people."

"Oh honey, you don't want to know those people. Trust me, I work for one of them. Well, they all aren't that bad, but you're young. "

He shook his head. "I need to know names and where to find them."

She sighed. "Well, the big guns around here are Yamamoto, kisuke, sosuke, and jin. Out of everyone, stay away from jin, he's bad news."

"How can I get to them?"

"that's a whole different universe honey. You're an outsider, no one's gonna trust you. You can try and go to kisuke, he's the go between for everyone." She took out a cigarette and lit it. "He's got a little shop a few blocks from here, he might talk to you. You'll know it when you see it."

Gerard smiled. "Thanks…?"

"Harley."

"Thanks Harley. I hope to see you around." He waved to her and took off. He needed to talk to this kisuke, maybe he knew his family.

An: *sigh* can't do the line break thingy on here, no computer, just my trusty phone. Kinda short but, hey. But, I'm proud of myself for coming up with this so fast! *high fives self* nailed it.