"Ya know, Harper-chan. If ya wanted ta take a bath together, all ya had ta do was ask."

She quickly turned back around to face him, ready to retort with every ounce of sassiness she held in her veins. Unfortunately, she had done just that.

"T-That's not it!" Olivia exclaimed before turning back around to keep her back facing him.

Wow. So sassy…

The nose laughter from behind her attested that he felt the same that she did at her display of 'sassiness'.

"I didn't know they allowed kittens in an onsen. I'll hafta keep that in the back 'o my mind."

Embarrassed beyond all possible belief at her would-be display of fierceness, she squinted her eyes shut again, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. Her hands shook as she tried to slam her feet into her shoes, jamming her finger in the space between her heel and the edge of the show where her foot was supposed to go. All the while, she could feel a gaze boring into her back. Under normal circumstances, turning your back on his kind wasn't a good idea. In fact, it displayed a severe amount of trust. What she felt was the complete opposite. A severe amount of distrust. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to keep turned to him for an extended amount of time. Had she heard, that right? Kittens? Her brows furrowed, from the lack of understanding. She turned back around to face him, steeling herself. Yet when her eyes met his smirk again, her throat closed. Olivia forced her eyes to try and remain focused and narrowed. From her lack of understanding though, she looked more confused and curious than angry and fierce.

"Kittens…" Olivia began, glancing from his face to the jacket in his arms he had yet to put on. "They do not allow here." Her nose wrinkled. It really was a terrible jacket.

She fidgeted nervously under the gaze that hadn't left her face since she turned around. Even if she wasn't looking directly at him, she could feel his one-eyed gaze on her face. Wondering what he had meant, she was about to ask if he had truly meant a kitten when he spoke or if she had misunderstood. If the latter were true, she'd have to apologize. While it was something she could physically do, it was something she wasn't prepared or really wanted to do. Like ever. Just as she parted her lips to speak, his slender finger raised and pointed straight at her.

"Kitten."

Olivia made a small sound between disbelief and embarrassment; her mouth agape, her eyes wide, and her throat closing. Despite her best efforts, a crimson blush came to her face. It may have been from her lack of air supply to her lungs. Yes. That was it. Tearing her gaze from him, she turned her back to him again and gathered her small basket and towel, booking it out of the onsen just a fraction before running out.

Outside, she was met with the bright sun that was significantly dimmed down during her stay in the onsen. She looked around, practically running in place as her eyes adjusted to the blinding sunlight. People were everywhere per usual. Her mind was racing trying to find the fastest route back to the alleyway. Preferably a secret way that he didn't know about. Someone like him wouldn't be too familiar with alleyways, would they? Alleys were meant for people to hide in, and from his appearance he had no intention of hiding. Even if he tried to, he wouldn't be very good at it.

"Where do I go? Where do I go?" Olivia gripped onto the basket, desperation wiggling its way into her words. "Where am I supposed to go?!" English had slipped out, causing the passersby to pay attention to her even more. Giving a weak smile and an awkward bow, she headed down the street trying to find anything to sneak into.

Running from the onsen, she ran passed a payphone and towards Iwao Bridge. Her eyes caught something and she almost tripped, running backwards to find a small alleyway. It may have been smaller. She looked around and dipped into the small space, keeping her basket close to her chest. From the compact space, she didn't really have much of a choice to begin with. Olivia pressed herself further between the two buildings as much as she could. Exhaling a sigh of relief, she closed her eyes and put her forehead against the other wall directly in front of her.

This was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Majima hadn't done anything to her, personally. His kind though, they were enough problem to warrant hate just by association. What was with the toying too? Was that just his trademark? Thankfully, it wasn't something that was reserved just for her. Kiryu had been a victim of his deliberate suggestive marks and his childish nature that Olivia was almost positive was partially due to borderline psychosis and partly a put on. No one his age could be that childish just by nature… right? Her brows furrowed and she ground her head back and forth against the wall, a small whine escaping its way from her. Why did this happen to her? Her of all people! Weren't there tons of people just ripe for the plucking if he wanted someone to pick on? Had she done something in a past life to warrant this kind of unwanted attention? If so, she wanted to deck past her. Olivia wasn't sure how long she'd have to wait in this small space before the coast was clear. Her eyes opened and she rested her head on the wall against her back.

"Little cramped, ain't it?"

Olivia screamed from shock, jumping and frantically looking at all the places that her small toiletries had landed. Her gaze darted to the entrance. She saw the outline of a form leaning against the entrance with one arm, legs crossed at the ankles, and the other arm on his hip. Even though the sunlight from behind him was casting a shadow so deep she couldn't see, Olivia had no problem identifying the man. Her brows were furrowed, and a pout remained on her lips.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit!

"Found ya." Majima giggled, switching the ankles that had been crossed. He must've been able to read her expression very well or just was able to guess because he laughed. As the sound ricocheted off the walls, it sounded even more ominous than when she was standing right by him. "Ya know, Kitten," Majima began attempting to hide the humor in his voice. "If ya didn't wanna be found, ya shoulda picked a better hidin' place." Finally, the man stood up and moved his hands either into his pockets or at his hips, it was rather hard to tell. "Have ya always been this bad at hide and seek?"

…Yes. But that's none of your business!

"… Maybe." Olivia pouted, looking away and down the space more towards the end.

"Well c'mon!" Oliva saw the shadow of him gesturing for her to come out which only made her slink her way further down away from the gloved hand that was trying to reach her. "C'mon, yer gonna get stuck."

Olivia smacked at his gloved hand when it reached for her again. Either hurting or surprising Majima, he drew his hand back to his form. She had no delusions that it was the latter. Even more so when that same smirk that she'd come to expect, and fear appeared on his lips.

"Meow."

The way that he had said that made Olivia's cheeks flame again despite her desires. She huffed and watched him, not even trying to hide her suspicion. He leaned against the wall again and Olivia realized that he wasn't planning on moving until she at least came out of this space. Sighing again, she looked down at her almost empty basket and at the little bottles that had fallen around her feet.

"Whatcha waitin' for? An invitation?" Majima watched her. "Look, yer so cramped ya can't even get yer stuff."

"It wouldn't have fallen if you hadn't have scared me!"

Silence fell between the two and Majima looked genuinely shocked for a split second. If Olivia hadn't been looking at him and her eyes hadn't adjusted to the sun, she wouldn't have seen it. The perpetual smile returned to his lips,
"I have no idea whatcha just said, but I'm sure it was some sorta smart ass remark." Majima chuckled again and waved his hand.

Resigning herself to whatever fate was awaiting her, Olivia made the movement to leave but ended up stopping. Her eyes widened and she moved again, but to no avail. She attempted to wiggle around and moved her hand to try and press herself further to the entrance, yet she hardly moved. She hung her head and sighed.

"Whatsa matter?" Faux worry was next to ring through the small entrance. "Stuck?"

"No!" Olivia wasted no time in lying, wiggling herself more. She could feel his eyes—well eye—staring at her. Along with his gaze, she could practically feel his smile as he literally watched her squirm. She grunted as she tried to move. Having only moved a couple inches she hung her head and sighed. "…Yes."

He didn't even try to hide his snicker nor the pure smile of victory. To make matters even worse, Majima started scooting down the space right next to her. Olivia tried to back up even more, but just put herself back in the spot she had started in. He wasn't having as much of a time as she was currently having. Olivia started to wonder if she had gained a few pounds since moving to Japan. How was that even possible? She walked everywhere, hardly ate, but—oh… when her mom did send snacks, she ate them. A lot. Hanging her head again, the internal beating only increased.

"Gimme that."

"Huh?"

"The basket. Gimme it."

Majima held out a hand and Olivia tried to move the basket, but only grumbled when she couldn't really move it. Having Majima look at her, she sighed and nodded her head, looking away. He got closer and she tried to move away even more. The smell of the onsen; soap and shampoo wafted its way to her nostrils. This closeness was not her friend, not even close. The leather gloved hands went to the basket's handles which were very close to her chest. This was one of the worst things that could possibly happen. She closed her eyes and when the pressure from her chest was relieved after it being pulled away, she opened them again and blinked. Majima was holding the basket in his left hand lazily while his right one jabbed upwards at her elbows, releasing them from the confines of the small space she was in. She exhaled and almost hit her head against the wall in front of her when all the pressure was released, and she could move freely.

Without saying a word, Majima moved back towards the entrance with the basket in hand. Olivia stood there for a few moments just staring. This was suspicious. Well everything about Majima was suspicious. Kiryu was right. Reading him was nigh impossible. Back out onto the normal streets, she rolled her shoulders and sighed. She might go back straight to the bath now her muscles were all tensed up from this stress and from being in the same position so long.

"Here." The basket was held out to her and with a small bow, she took it back holding tightly onto it. It's not like it was a very effective weapon, but it could be used as one if need be.

"Thank you…" Olivia said and looked at the bottles that were still littering the small space. She went over and got on her knees, reaching into the space and wiggling her fingers. She just managed to touch one, but it ended up rolling away. All the frustration that she had been holding in escaped with a loud groan.

"Ya can't get it?" Majima walked closer and Olivia glanced at his shoes. They were the same ones that had had blood on them. Or perhaps they were new ones that were just the same type. Now—never—seemed like a good time to ask. "Why don't ya just buy new ones?"

Because I'm saving my money so I can try and secure more of a future here!

"Because not empty." She explained, a pout on her lips.

Majima sighed and got to his knees next to her. Olivia looked at him and then behind. Every so often, people would be slowing down to look at them, but most of them were too involved in their conversations to care. He reached over her, and Olivia's eyes widened. He was practically on top of her reaching for these bottles. She was half tempted to just say forget it, but… She really didn't want to be wasteful and she did want to save her money.

Olivia looked up and saw he was hovering over her, his arm reaching farther into the crevice of the alleyway than hers ever would've been able to. Thankfully, she was in his blind spot so he couldn't see how uncomfortable this was making her. His other arm was bracing himself against the wall and that gloved hand and his strength were the only things preventing him from falling right on top of her. The edge of the jacket she hadn't realized he had put back on had surrounded her like a blanket over her shoulders. She had to be mere centimeters from his abdomen touching her right shoulder.

"Basket."

"Huh?"

"Gimme the basket." Majima repeated and she reached back and grabbed it, putting it in front of her. "Geez all this fer some trial sized bottles." Olivia got the feeling that the last bit wasn't for her ears, so she said nothing. Truth be told, she didn't want him to be this close, but she did want her bottles back. It's all his fault anyway that this happened. This situation would only be awkward if she let it be awkward. She watched him grab another bottle and put it in the basket. When he turned to place it, his waist and abdomen were right in her face.

… Abs for days…

When the last bottle was placed into the basket, he moved and got back up, Olivia following soon after. Clutching onto the basket for dear life, was internally screaming. She'd have to thank him, after all he had put all that work into getting the little bottles back for her. He could've just left her stranded in the small alley. Then again, if he hadn't aggravated her and terrified her the way that he did the she wouldn't have felt the need to run and hide.

"Thank you." Olivia told him before she talked herself out of it. "For help."

"Women are a pain." Majima murmured, scratching the back of his head.

"Your fault this happen." Olivia muttered. Her eyes widened when she realized she had said it out loud. After all, she had done a lot of things that could make her an easy target. She had pushed him away, ran from him, smacked him. True, it was just his hand but still. Olivia had all the paint for a target, now she just needed to have it painted on her back.

"Is it now?" The smile on his face was back and her own lip quirked up a little. "Hmm, that's what I thought."

"I go now. I get home."

Wherever that is…

"Ya. I'll see ya." Majima waved. "I gotta meetin' ta get to."

Olivia nodded again and turned to leave. She took a few steps before turning around to look at Majima who hadn't moved even an inch.

"Why you allowed at bath house?"

"Hm?" Majima asked, curiosity and humor peeking in his voice. "Wassat now?"

"… You heard me." Olivia frowned. He just wanted to hear her broken Japanese again.

"Refresh my memory."

"Never mind. I no need to know." Olivia turned on her heels and headed back towards her temporary home. Just as she turned around, Majima appeared in front of her again. Was this an episode of Majima Everywhere or something? She sighed and watched him.

"Lemme guess: Ya wanna know why I'm allowed ta go ta the bath house, right?"

I knew you did hear me. You… You… Snake! A sneaky snake, just like your tacky jacket!

"… Yes."

Majima walked closer making her back up to the edge of Iwao Bridge. This was it. He was going to toss her over the river and kill her. Or wait… kill her and then toss her over the bridge. She'd go as a missing person, and then she'd be on the news when they find her, but she doesn't really have any identification and she wasn't sure if her death would ever be aired in America. Her mother and grandparents would have to go through the rest of their lives wondering what happened to her. Or if they expected her to be dead, then they'd have to go through some difficult channels. Then they'd have to identify her body!

"What makes ya think I wouldn't be allowed?"

"… That." Olivia pointed at what she could see of his tattoos.

"Ya mean my amazing jacket?"

… Amazing?

"No!" Olivia was getting more and more aggravated. "That um… ink."

Majima nodded his head,
"Oh I see. If a bath house is publicly owned like that, they gotta take everyone. All tax payin' citizens." He held up a finger and smiled. "And I am an honest ta goodness tax payin' citizen."

Right. And I'm the president of the United States.

Olivia blinked when Majima leaned back and took a few steps away from her. He shrugged his shoulders and saluted her with two fingers before heading the opposite way of where she was, not even attempting to hide his laughter. She wanted to smack him. Really smack him. Like across those high cheek bones smack him. The basket felt like lead in her hands, the weight of the favor he had done her prominent. What if he came to collect on the favors that he had done for her—plural. What kind of things would he want from her? An unstable one-eyed snake with a lust for attention and a drive to make everyone uncomfortable. What the hell had she gotten herself into? If she could go back in time, she would make sure that she never, ever met Majima.

Making sure said man was completely out of sight before she moved, she headed back to the alleyway. He had already taunted her in one small space today. She wasn't sure that she'd be able to take another without snapping completely. Maybe she'd turn psychotic like him. Olivia continued down Iwao Bridge and took a right. As she passed the park, her steps slowed. The barrel outside the alleyway wasn't lit. Strange. It was always lit. A tedious task for sure as they didn't have much in the way of tinder, but they had always made do. Considering the clashes with less than desirables lately, her heart rose into her throat. They were okay, right?

Turning the corner into the alleyway, she stopped dead. Her body lost all its strength and the basket fell from her arms. Tears brimmed in her eyes and she was having trouble breathing. Her mouth remained agape from the shock. Was this really happening?

No… this can't be happening. This is all a dream. All a terrible, terrible dream.

It was gone. Everything was gone. All the people, all the belongings; everything. It was as if no one had been there at all. Olivia walked into the alley, barely listening to the lonely echo of her shoes against the pavement. She hadn't had much, but it was still her's. Now she had nothing. Absolutely nothing. Even her blanket and her jacket were gone. The box that contained all the other items was gone. The bag that contained her old clothes was gone. If that was missing; taken, that only meant one thing. Someone had seen the money that was in her pocket… and they had taken it and everything else that she had. Was this some sort of revenge for having some money on her? Did they think that she was making fun of them? Or was this all a ploy and they were working in cahoots with each other? The tears continued to fall. They had to be somewhere in Sotenbori. Actually… with that amount of money that Kiryu had given her, they could've booked it.

A gleam in the setting sunlight called her attention. She walked over to it and bent down to pick it up. It was silver and smooth. When she realized what it was, her tears came even harder. This was all that she was left with and either this was to mock her or a mistake that had dropped out of the box. A one yen coin. That's everything she had to her name. What was she supposed to do with this? Olivia walked out of the alley unable to bear the surroundings any longer. They hadn't been gone for too long because the scent of a put-out fire along with sparking embers here and there remained in the barrel. Just before she passed it, Olivia stopped and stared at where the fire had been. Inside, almost burned to a crisp was something she recognized. The embers that burned her hand was nothing compared to the stake in her heart when she picked up what little fabric remained from the fire, confirming her fears to be true.

This was—or had been—her favorite shirt. The first one she had bought in Japan. The one that she had been wearing when Kiryu saved her from those goons. It was almost gone. All she had was a one yen coin and a swatch of fabric from her favorite shirt. She buried her face into the fabric, collapsing to the ground beneath her feet as her legs were unable to keep her aloft any longer. She rested her head upon the barrel, the tears soaking into the swatch of fabric. She took her head and bashed it repeatedly against the barrel. If she gave herself another concussion or knocked herself out all the better. Someone could mug her and take her last yen and a piece of fabric. She was going to start looking for jobs too later. Olivia didn't have much in the way of clothing, but she would try her hardest to try and piece something together that would look good for an interview. While the clothes that she had on were cute and comfortable, they were one of the farthest things from professional.

Olivia looked at the one yen coin again. She couldn't even make a phone call with this. Even if she wanted to get to a pay phone and call her mother, which would cost more than if she had her own landline, she couldn't. One yen wouldn't pay for anything. She had been planning what she was going to do with the money that she had been given. Of course, she had been going to share some of it with the people that had helped her, she wasn't going to take advantage of their kindness. Or… what she thought had been kindness. Olivia was going to get an apartment, maybe a rice cooker, and put in some things for savings. Now… Now she had nothing. All those plans went up in smoke. As did any hope of getting back that necklace either.

Now she was really stranded. More stranded than she had been before. There was no place that she could go. No place that she could run. Sotenbori had become a cage for her; a prison. There was no place to eat or sleep, and she couldn't run. It was strange how a town so beautiful was able to become a prison. She couldn't help but wonder if this beautiful place had become a prison for anyone else, or if she was just that special?

What do I have to do…? What can I even do?

Olivia forced herself to stand up. Hopefully she could walk on the edge of Sotenbori and a taxi would hit her or something. Unaware of where to go, she walked towards Bishamon Bridge. Suicidal thinking wasn't in her nature. Everyone on this Earth had a purpose. She had thought that her purpose was going to be something amazing. She'd had that mentality upon leaving America. Now she felt like her purpose was to rot in a gutter somewhere in Sotenbori. She grabbed onto the railing of Bishamon Bridge and closed her eyes tightly, forcing any tears that started brimming to go back down and to not fall. She looked up at the orange sky and wiped some tears away before they could fall. She took a deep, shaking breath. She looked down at her hands and frowned, then jumped. She had been so distraught that she had left the basket and the shampoo and stuff that Majima had so painstakingly got for her even if it was his fault to begin with.

Trying to prevent herself from sniveling and being more of a spectacle than she already was, Olivia wiped her eyes and blinked. She didn't move until she was sure that she wasn't going to cry. She had to bounce back. No one wanted to see her like this. She didn't want to see herself like this. The crisis Olivia was enduring in Japan was changing her, and that isn't what she was like nor was it what she wanted. She would find a way out of this, she always would. Perseverance and determination went hand and hand and if you had both, you were unstoppable. There was no way she was going to quit; her heart wouldn't let her. Olivia bit her lip and headed back towards the alleyway to grab the rest of her things. Honestly, there was a chance that they wouldn't even be there. While it wouldn't be a great loss, these bottles and that small basket meant everything to her.

Mumbles and whispers disappeared into the wind. They were so soft and quiet, they almost tickled her ear. Whatever conversation was going on, she didn't want to have any part of it. Eavesdropping was one of the worst things imaginable and… while she had been guilty of it a few times, it wasn't something she made a habit of. Covering her ears would make her even more conspicuous. Not to mention it was a childish way to drown out the noise. A little version of herself covering her ears and screaming lalalalalalala to avoid listening to things her mom had to say pushed to the front of her brain. Even though her eyes were red and puffy, a tiny smile quirked her lips upwards. Her tired footsteps took her closer to the alley; the place of one of the worst betrayals. In addition to reaching her goal, the mumbling of the conversation became even more prevalent.

"I knew… Is it really worth it?" The voice sounded familiar.

"Ya know..." Another voice. "It's all business."

Olivia turned and looked towards the voices. It was one hell of a sight. Two people conversing; but the two most random people. Takahiro-san and Majima were standing in front of her apartment. It was hard to make out the whole entire conversation as they were still talking quietly. Her heart dropped into her stomach when she saw it: Takahiro-san handing a wad of bills to Majima-san who stuffed them into his pocket. The sorrowful look on her face said it all. This was collection money. Protection money. If people didn't pay what was requested of them 'strange things' could happen. She had heard that some of these things those people made just to scare the people that couldn't take care of themselves into paying. He was the reason that everything had happened to her. He was the reason that the rent had gone up. It was all him. Everything! She took the basket and slammed the small bottles into it, almost breaking it. How could she have almost fooled herself? They were all the same. The fear that all Sotenbori had—all of Japan had wasn't for nothing. This was the type of people that they were.

Olivia waited until they were done with the conversation, hunkering into the alley. When Majima passed and headed east from her old complex, Olivia exited and followed him. She didn't have to remain so close; he was taller than most of the men that were around and stuck out like a sore thumb. He turned the corner and instead of going towards Iwao Bridge like she expected, he went the south side of the park. She frowned and her nose wrinkled. What kind of person was he about to exploit money from now? He stopped just south of the park near a payphone.

"You know, if you're going to follow someone." The voice startled her, but he didn't seem to notice. "You should make it less obvious."

"…" Olivia stared hard at him, waiting for any moment to where he would turn and try to attack her. She may not be able to hold her own for a long time, but she could still put up a fight. She would put up a fight. If Olivia was going to die, she would do it fighting. Hopefully she'd take his other eye out in the process. That would be one for the books. She tried to keep herself from shaking, but she couldn't fully stop it.

"But!" Majima turned around and clasped his hands together. "Since it's you my precious Kitten, I'll let it slide, hmm?" The voice had retained its humorous tone, but there was a bit of roughness to it, almost like the edge of steel just waiting to cut someone. Considering what he was and the current situation that they were in right now, the steel just may cut her. "What can I do for ya?"

The first attempt at speaking was a failure. Then the second. Only on the third time was she able to utter some words. It wasn't as confidence nor as fluent as she had hoped it would be. Yet, she still did not falter. His kind thrived on weakness. Terror coursed through her, infecting each vein and nerve ending in her body; but she did not falter.

"I saw."

"Huh? Saw what?"

"Takahiro-san." Olivia cursed herself when her voice wavered. "Why you hurt people?"

Majima sighed and scratched the back of his head,

"Look, this here is a misunderstandin'." He took a step towards her and Olivia grabbed one of the small bottles in her basket and held it up.

"Don't!" She yelled, readjusting her grip on the bottle since her sweaty hands were making it slip.

"Whatcha gonna do with that?" Majima asked, holding his hands up like he was surrendering. However, Olivia didn't miss the smile that was on his face nor the teasing tone in his voice.

"You come and see."

"Ooh." Majima taunted, taking steps closer.

Perhaps she hadn't thought this completely through. Nor had she realized how tough he was. The first bottle that she threw didn't even make it close to him. He looked down at it and raised an eyebrow before coming closer. With the second one, it headed right for his face, but he moved it just at the last second and it went flying passed him. He had been giving her false hope that she was going to hit him. With the third one, he merely swatted it away like it was a fly that was buzzing around his head; annoying him. Olivia tightened her grip on the fourth, her last one. With all the force she could muster at the enclosing predator, she threw it. Majima caught it no problem in his hand and looked at it.

"Coconut and orchids, huh?" He chuckled. This time, there was no humor. "Tryin' to smell all fuckin' tropical?"

In a desperate attempt to try and land a hit of some kind, she threw the basket. As soon as the basket left her hands, she turned around and high-tailed it.

I have to get out of here!

Olivia hadn't even made it two buildings up before a grip like a vice wrapped around her and she was slammed against a wall. However, there wasn't enough force to knock her head against the wall. But there was enough force to be jarring. A loud bang slammed on each side of her head, making her jump. The tall man enclosed around her, cutting off every exit she had; just like a snake. She refused to give him any inkling that she was terrified of him. Even if it cost her a trip to the hospital, something that she had always wanted to avoid… she wouldn't let him win.

"Ya got balls, Kitten. I'll give ya that." The laugh was low, and she could feel his breath on her face.

"You're terrible person."

"And ya think followin' me makes ya a good one?" Majima asked. "News flash; yer wrong."

"Why do you hurt?" Olivia asked. "Why do you take?"

"Yer too nosy for yer own good." Majima began. "Ya—"

Crack.

Olivia's chest was heaving from borderline hyperventilation and adrenaline. It took her a few moments to realize what she had done. The stinging in the palm of her hand, and the print on his face attested to it. Blue eyes watched for his reaction. With his head still turned to the side, she saw his tongue move on the inside of his cheek most likely checking for any tooth being broken or blood. Not that her smack would be able to do that, but it was probably instinct from being in so many fights. The inability to hide her shaking only increased as he slowly turned his head to look at her. Blue eyes met dark brown and at once she stopped breathing. This handprinted stained face was going to be the last thing she saw before she died. Majima wouldn't even need a weapon, his bare hands were enough to snap her neck.

Chills of fear ran down her spine as his lips moved down closer to her face. Was this the type of person that he was? Someone who would use a girl like that and then kill her? That was worse than collecting a protection fee! She closed her eyes, the chills and shaking growing more with his lips right by her ear, his breath tickling it.
"Ya better be careful." He warned. "In this town, seeing the wrong thing can end up causin' someone ta go missin'. Careful where ya tread. Ya get me?"

He pressed himself from the wall and Olivia peeked open an eye. Majima was standing there with his hands in his pockets, a smile she had never seen before on his face.
"Get goin', Kitten." He said.

Olivia didn't look at him and ran away. She wasn't sure where she was heading, she just wanted to be as far from Majima as possible. She had been wary of him before, but he had always been on the casual side. She had been absolutely terrified of him. Her hands were clammy, and all the blood had rushed from her face and turned to ice in her veins. She wasn't stupid, well… she had tried to take on someone with a shampoo bottle. So maybe she was a little stupid. She only stopped running when she ran out of breath. It was on the opposite side of this side of Sotenbori, but it was far enough away from Majima that she felt comfortable enough to stop. It was another alley, but it was a lot larger than the others. It looked like some people frequented here already. She hoped that it was and wasn't the people that had stolen from her. She would beat the hell out of them… maybe. Her first attempt at beating someone up didn't work. Olivia sighed again and rested her back against the concrete wall near the back.

A blue and black poster caught her attention on the left. It was a weird place for an advertisement, but people probably needed to stick posters anywhere to try and get some business. Now that the 90's had just started, businesses were trying to remodel and revamp their stores to appeal to the newer fads and different clientele. Olivia took down the poster and stared at it. It had a sun motif with a beautiful sky. There were a few things that she didn't understand, and she reached in her pocket for her dictionary before realizing it had been in the box that was stolen. Thankfully, there was a few words she could understand. One of them was the title of the place:

Club Sunshine