A.N.- Next chapter is here~!
Disclaimer: KHR. Not mine.
Mito, Japan
Rai Sato was walking home from his tutor's place on a Sunday afternoon. He was a lean built, teenager who had green-tipped maroon hair. From appearances alone, one would be able to easily tell that Rai was an athletic teenager; a cute one too. From his lopsided grin to his lax demeanor, Rai was obviously good-looking. What people couldn't tell from appearances though was the somewhat mischievous and flirtatious part of his personality. Sheesh, what a mean tutor! Rai thought as he walked down the street. Just because I complimented her outfit, said that her skirt was nice and said that she looked cute in it, she slaps me! Do girls these days have something against guys checking them out and complimenting them? Bringing his hand up to his left cheek, Rai gingerly touched it and winced. I better put some ice on it when I get home… Rounding the corner, Rai got onto his block, passed three houses, and arrived at his home. Opening the gate to his residence, Rai walked up the steps and went in.
"I'm home!" Rai called out.
An old woman stepped out of a room and replied, "Rai, I see you're back."
"Yeah, I just got back from my tutor's home grandma," Rai said with a grin. Rai then excused himself and went into the kitchen to grab a bag of ice. As he walked out of the kitchen to the living room, he gingerly pressed the bag of ice to his cheek.
"Rai, did something happen today?" asked his grandma. "You're cheek is very red, and you're even putting ice on it."
"Ah…no," Rai replied, thinking back to the slap his tutor gave him.
"Well Rai," said his grandma, "go check the mail pile. I saw one letter with your name on it."
Rai, curious, walked over to the mail pile and rummaged through it. Huh, I usually don't get mail…maybe it's from my parents? At the end of the pile was a letter addressed to him. The letter was official looking and was sealed tightly. I wonder what this is… Rai quickly opened the letter and read through it. The letter first started off with a 'Congratulations!', and something to do with being accepted as a guardian of a mafia family. Then the letter went on explaining the mafia and its families. The person who sent this letter wrote that he should go to Tokyo, Japan on Tuesday with all his belongings. Along with that request, came a back up story of being accepted into a high-class school in Tokyo. There was a pamphlet about that school and a schedule. The letter stated that this story would be for his friends and family. By the time Rai had finished reading, he was dazed. This is…amazing, but I'm not sure what's going on. Seems like the mafia want me for some reason…sounds dangerous… Rai broke into a grin. But it sounds interesting too…maybe I should go along with it and see what comes from it. After thinking about the decision he was going to make, Rai decided to go for it and told the backup story to his grandma. I must be crazy… he thought, after explaining the pamphlet to his grandma. "I'll start packing grandma," Rai suddenly said.
"Isn't this a bit too sudden?" Rai's grandma questioned worriedly. "I mean it's wonderful that you got accepted to such a nice school, but—"
"Don't worry grandma," Rai quickly interjected. "Tokyo isn't too far from Mito. I'll call you often and visit you time to time."
"I don't know Rai, but if you really wish to go to this school then I'll allow you to…"
"Thanks grandma!" Rai said, giving her his best smile.
Rai's grandma smiled kindly back. "Remember Rai, when you get to that school, don't forget to give a good impression on your teachers."
"Hai!" Rai said and mischievously thought This should be fun.
London, England
In the cover of darkness, two people went running down the streets of London. One of the two was much taller than the other. As the two figures neared a lamp post, their features became identifiable. The taller one was a boy who looked about fifteen, with raven black hair that was neatly tousled. His face was mostly covered by the purple tinted goggles and a purple scarf. The person next to the taller guy was another boy. This boy looked around the age of eleven and had light pink hair that was slightly messy.
"Big brother," the smaller boy said in a monotone voice, "do you think we'll get to the orphanage in time? We've been gone for a long while, and the adults may have noticed."
The older boy turned to his younger brother and said calmly, "I don't know Ryo. We just passed my high-school, so we shouldn't be too far." The boy scanned his surroundings and turned to his younger brother, Ryo, once more. "Hmph, just about five more blocks to the orphanage from what I can see."
"I guess we don't have to hurry too much then big brother Darke," Ryo said looking blankly up at the night sky. "I don't like it there much anyways."
"Hn." Darke coolly cocked his head to one side and leaned on the lamp post next to him.
"Big brother Darke, you don't like it there much either, do you?"
"I don't," Darke answered, then suddenly stiffened. Coming closer were the sound of footsteps. Darke tried to quickly usher Ryo to an ally, but it was too late. The steps stopped as the group of people noticed the two boys. These footsteps belonged to four people from a local gang.
In seeing the two boys, one gang member (We'll call him GM #1) drawled, "Hey kids, what are you doing up so early?"
Darke shifted into a defensive stance and smoothly answered, "We're just taking an early morning jog."
The guy (We'll call him GM #2) closest to Darke drunkenly laughed and said, "At 3am? What a load of bullshit." The rest of the gang laughed along.
Ryo frowned, and Darke, with some hardness in his voice, said, "Well, we'll be leaving," and pulled Ryo away. "Incompetent jerks…" Ryo muttered under his breath.
In the midst of the laughter, one of the members heard Ryo's comment and stopped laughing. "Hey what did you say punk?" the guy yelled.
Ryo bluntly answered in a monotone voice, "I said you guys were incompetent jerks."
Darke knew this would rile up the four guys, but didn't care much. His brother wasn't wrong in calling them incompetent, and Darke wasn't in the mood to talk it out. A pest is blocking my way Darke thought. How annoying. I could've gotten back to the orphanage by now if it weren't for these fools.
The gang members snarled at this insult and snickered. The brawny guy (We'll call him GM #3) growled, "Pretty boy (Ryo), you better take back your insult—no wait, I've already decided that I'm going to mess up that face of yours. By the time I'm finished with you, no one will want to look at your face ever again because of its ugliness."
Ryo blankly stared and retorted, "Don't worry, my face will never be as ugly as yours. If it weren't for the darkness and the three extra people blocking my view, I think I would've already puked from your ugly face."
"Why you…" the brawny one snarled. The rest of the gang members nodded at each other and ran at Darke and Ryo. "We'll teach you brats a lesson," GM #4 shouted.
Darke was prepared for this. He made eye contact with Ryo and proceeded with an attack. The first guy came at Darke with his fists curled. Darke lithely dodged the punch and tripped him. As the person fell, Darke kneed him in the stomach and elbowed him on the neck. When the unfortunate victim was on the ground, Darke neatly knocked him unconscious. The remaining three, seeing that their comrade was easily knocked out, attacked together in hopes to overpower Darke with number. Darke met these attacks with the same intensity, but was slightly strained. Just incase he was overpowered, Darke lit up the edges of his scarf with a mysterious purple flame. "Now!" Darke said to Ryo. Ryo, hidden from his illusion, heard Darke and did his part. Ryo created an illusion that 'chained' the targets down. The gang members were in shock as they saw this happen, and attempted to escape. "Hey what's going on?" "That's kid just suddenly appeared!" and "They're some sort of freaks!" were the shouts of the four people. In their stupor, Darke knocked them all out swiftly, and put on the purple flames from his purple scarf. When all the members were out cold, Ryo stopped his illusion. Darke nudged the unconscious bodies with his foot distastefully and turned towards Ryo, who was breathing heavily. "Let's go Ry—" started Darke, but stopped as another person, a man, approached. When the man got close, he stopped walking and said, "Nicely done." Darke coldly stared at the man bracing himself. The man lifted his hands to show that he meant no harm and said, "I'm just here to give you a package." The man tossed a package at Darke, who caught it, and walked away, disappearing.
Ryo, slightly curious, said, "Open it."
Darke peeled open the package and looked at its contents. An envelope and a letter… Darke thought in a mixture of caution and confusion. Ryo stood on his toes to see what was inside. Darke pulled out the letter from the package and opened it up. The letter started off with 'congratulation' in being accepted as a guardian for a mafia family in Japan. Then it went on explaining the whole concept of being a guardian and the history of the mafia. Also, the letter stated that he was to go to the airport tomorrow with all his belongings. The letter assured an excuse for him as well. It said that tomorrow, the "authorities", who are actually people who worked for the mafia, will come to the orphanage and excuse him… Darke frowned in suspicion after finishing the letter. Ryo, who had read along, finished reading the letter as well. Turning to his older brother, Ryo said, "Let's do it big brother. We both hate the orphanage anyways, so why not?"
Darke just looked at his brother, then back at the letter. Then, Darke took out the envelope in the package. Opening up, he saw two plane tickets, first class.
"Cool!" Ryo exclaimed, looking at the tickets. "We're going right?"
Darke looked at his brother's excited expression, sighed, and nodded. It wasn't often that Ryo showed any emotion. Ryo smiled while Darke remained silent. Darke looked up at the sky and saw it starting to lighten. "Let's go Ryo," Darke said, and turned to walk towards the orphanage.
(Canada) Toronto, Ontario
Selina was on her computer, going through Facebook on a Saturday morning. Swiveling on her swivel chair and swinging her feet, Selina rapidly typed on her keyboard. On the computer screen, many chat boxes were opened up (it was the best way to talking to her friends). Selina had many friends on Facebook from many different places, the main reason being, because she had moved so many times in her life. Selina's mom worked as a translator, while Selina's dad worked for a large, worldwide company, so Selina was used to moving. Selina was a shorter-than-average-sized 14 year old girl who had brown-dyed hair and dark brown eyes. Currently, Selina was wearing her pajamas along with a pair of bunny slippers. After chatting and doing everything she wanted to do on Facebook, Selina went onto her e-mail. In her inbox there was one new e-mail. Selina clicked on it, and it opened up.
TO: Starlight14
FROM: Restricted
SUBJECT: Greetings
Hello Selina. This is a private, irretraceable message from the Japanese Mafia.
Selina raised an eyebrow at the strange introduction and kept reading.
You have been chosen to become one of the guardians for a new mafia family. Please pack your belongings and arrive at the Tokyo airport by this Tuesday. If you do not believe this message, perhaps this document of you will convince you.
Selina opened the linked document that came along with this message to "convince" her. The document listed her full name, age, where she lived, what school she went to, her profile, and more… Creeper Selina thought, then continued reading. Scrolling through her history and grades at school, Selina verified this to be all true. At one point while looking through her history, Selina froze in shock at one sentence.
Selina is an illusionist who has…
Just by reading that one line, Selina believed in the authenticity of the letter. Someone knew about the strange ability that she somehow acquired, and was personally looking for her. Selina's jaw dropped open and only one thing ran through her mind. How do they know…Still thinking, Selina came across another important thought. How do they expect me to get to Tokyo, Japan anyways? Selina frowned. Not that I'm crazy enough to actually follow these instructions… After reading the next few sentences, Selina muttered, "Oh."
So that you may arrive in Tokyo, Japan in time, we will send a proper 'letter' to you. The mafia controls some parts of the government, and can arrange this smoothly. We will send your father a notice from his company stating a promotion for him in Japan. This letter should arrive on Saturday—
Selina kept reading till the end. When Selina finished reading the mesage, she mused at how well it was written out. If this…If I were to actually go along with this…it would be interesting… The information contained in the message was astounding too. Selina found the details of this arrangement intriguing, and found the history of the mafia fascinating. In the middle of her musing, Selina's mother called to her, saying, "Selina honey, come downstairs and look at this!" Selina snapped out of her musing and replied, "Okay mom, coming~" She got off her chair, walked out of her room, and went downstairs. In the kitchen, Selina's parents were gathered around a thick package. When Selina's mother noticed Selina approaching, she said, "Honey, your father got a job promotion, isn't it wonderful!"
Selina smiled and said, "Great!" It seems that the message kept its timing correct…
Selina's mom went on an enthusiastic ramble about the promotion to Tokyo, Japan, free airplane tickets, a great school, living in great accommodations, how would have a whole dorm to herself for the new prep school she would be attending… Selina nodded and played along although she knew all this already and more. This is really happening…
By the end of this, Selina's parents went frantically packing at an abnormal speed, and made plans to tell the landlord that they would be moving to Japan in two days. Selina went upstairs and started her packing too. While she packed, an amusing thought crept into her head. What exactly will I be doing as a guardian for a sketchy organization such as the mafia? Selina shook her head. Why am I so intrigued by this offer? The mafia could be a really bad group and it could be dangerous… But Selina knew the answer to that. She never encountered a single soul who knew about her abilities. Knowing she couldn't tell this to an adult (for they may think that she'd gone crazy, or even worse, dissect her to see what was with her), Selina knew this was the only source she could rely on for more information.
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