A Notie - yo I'm back. Sorry for my long vacation! 'grins' So anyways, I wanted to say that even thought Enishi is full blooded Japanese in the series...I'm gonna make him half Japanese and half Chinese in here to make things go more smoothly.
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C h a p t e r 10 - Y o u r B l o o d S t a i n e d H a n d s
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The kendo match ended. Within only two seconds, it was game, set, and match. Standing as the victor among the challenge was Soujirou. On the ground laid Misao, with hands on her stomach, soothing the pain from the injury Soujirou had inflicted upon her.
The audience was moved. They were moved as if they had just watched an Oscar winning, action flick. All eyes were on Soujirou with awe. Everything had happened in a flash. Soujirou moved so fast as if he was the god of speed. Misao's first attempted attack on Soujirou was absolutely nothing compared to Soujirou's first and final hit. With only one hit, he managed to throw his opponent out of the ring and probably, injure them for the rest of the day.
Misao looked up at Soujirou with almost pleading eyes. Yet at the same time she was infuriated with him. Not only had he embarrassed her but he have her no mercy. The attack he imposed on her was not amateur. She felt as if she had her organs ripped out in front of her.
Soujirou stood smiling as usual. He acted as if nothing bad or epic had happened at all.
He came to his senses this morning. He didn't go to school to make friends and there was probably a reason why Shishio told him to attend this particular school. Another mission probably. And like any other mission, Soujirou was damn serious every second of it. It was a mistake to spend time with Hamasaki yesterday. He had to make his point across to her that he wasn't interested in friendship.
However, the mood was brightening as Soushi held up his hands. "THE VICTOR! SETA SOUJIROU!" The tension ended and everyone cheered. Soushi walked up to Misao and held out his hands to her, "Are you ok, Hamasaki-san? No bad feelings, eh? There's always the judo team!" He smiled brightly to cheer up the injured Misao.
Misao frowned and grabbed his hand of support and got up. She looked as everyone cheered around Soujirou. Misao glared at Soujirou and thought, He came here to be popular and show off... Fine, I really don't get a shit about you, Seta. And with that she turned around left for the day.
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Enishi Yukishiro was a boy of age of fifteen. Though he was young for the position of leader of the Aka Long clan, he definitely fit the requirements for everything else. Enishi was another prodigy born into this world.
Enishi and his older sister, Tomoe had lost their parents when Enishi was ten. And as heir to the Aka Long clan, Enishi was made leader after through many controversial debates and discussions. Ever since he became leader, Enishi constantly reminded his followers why he was leader. He was most athletic in almost every type of fighting style; judo, kempo, kendo, kenjutsu, just about everything. Not only was he powerful physically but also mentally as well. His strategies used as leader had gained him success in gaining more faithful members and also the title of most feared in Hong Kong.
However, he was half Japanese and that was something he struggled with. It has been known that the Chinese and Japanese have never gotten along. Many despised him because he was a half blood. (Harry potter:)! ) It was still a struggle today for Enishi to prove to those that even half Japanese, half Chinese descents effects nothing on the leadership of a Chinese mafia.
Then Enishi did something that caused a riot. He allied with Shishio, leader of the Juppon Gatana of Tokyo, Japan. This resulted in his followers questioning whether he was faithful to the Chinese blood.
It was not a matter because Shishio was Japanese or he liked Japan better. He needed to become more powerful in Hong Kong. His popularity and power had decreased steadily this whole year and the only man who could bring it back and even make it higher than before was Shishio.
Now he sat in front of the Juppon Gatana Leader inside Shishio's mansion in Tokyo as they talked about alliance. The discussion was logical and humane. Both sides could benefit from each other. Enishi could control all of the Triad groups in China and Shishio has access of billions of dollars of drugs, weapons, anything.
At the end of the meeting, instead of Shishio and Enishi shaking hands, they hugged each other graciously. Both sides had considered each other valuable partners in yakuza business and wanted to do everything they can in order to help the other.
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For the rest of the week Misao ignored Soujirou. Soujirou hardly cared and that had even pissed Misao off even more.
Everyday was boring. She'd come home to her empty apartment and would have nothing to do. There was homework but come on, buuullshit. Since she was banned from all contact from the Oniwabanshuu, what the hell was there left to do. Her life was yakuza since she was born and now that's gone, what is there left for her anyways?
Then on one particular Wednesday, she decided to go to Nogawa Park. Last time she'd been there with Soujirou eating ice cream mochis but today she just felt like being alone.
As she was walking along the cement paths in the park, something caught her eye. She looked to her left and remembered the hill that she and Soujirou had hung out at. She remembered that on that day, her mind was finally at peace that day. Misao didn't know why but something had worked. So she made her way over to the hill and lay down next to a sakura tree that was not yet in bloom. Thoughts of yakuza and Aoshi went away and her mind was at rest again. Slowly closing her eyes, she dozed off.
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Misao woke up with a startle. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at the surroundings around her. She was still at the park on the hill. How long was I out?
Then suddenly she looked up on the treetops of the large sakura tree next to her. It was a little surprise for her to see Soujirou sitting on one of the branches. He sat there reading a book. He looked very content and deeply interested in his novel that he paid no attention to the shocked Misao.
Remembering the kendo incident, she glared up at him as she stood up. Soujirou still didn't give her a slight bit of attention. She rolled her eyes in disbelief and laughed in annoyance. "It's a pleasure to see your face again," she said sarcastically.
It took three more seconds for Soujirou to finish the paragraph he was on and looked over at Misao. He smiled and said, "Good afternoon Hamasaki. It's a pleasure to see your face as well." Then he went back to his book.
Misao had had it with this fellow. Why must he taunt her all the time? "I've finally found a nice spot to relax, can you please go away and find some other place as your reading spot?" she said rudely as she pointed her finger to somewhere else.
Another five seconds, and Soujirou looked over at her. His innocent looked turned back into an innocent smile, "No can do, Hamasaki. This has been my spot since last year. To make it fair, I think the first person here should get this spot."
Misao was getting angrier by the second. "No, it's not fair. Get off of that tree before I kick you off!" she screamed at him.
Soujirou back at her with a little surprise. He got off the tree and walked towards her. "Are you still angry by what happened last time?" he smiled at her, "No hard feelings please Hamasaki." Misao looked at him and was about to argue but she stopped. Soujirou had just grabbed a hold of her hand and held it a bit tight. His face came closer to her until their noses almost touched. Misao blushed as she felt a little uncomfortable.
Soujirou looked into her eyes and said in a small voice, "It was just business so please don't hold a grudge. Getting angry like that won't help you relax so how about losing that temper of yours. It won't do you well to fight me. Remember last time." Even though his voice was small, it was still powerful. There was something in his voice and his look that made Misao obedient.
He let her hand go. His potent stare faded back into his usually innocent smile. "It's late. However, I will be back here again tomorrow. Ja ne!" And with that he left without another word.
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The next day, Misao was walking around Nogawa Park again. She had thought a lot about her situation with this particular classmate of her, Soujirou. Sure he can be scary sometime but she was in the yakuza. Things should be the other way around. He should fear her. If she wanted to sit on the hill, then she should. No one except Aoshi can tell her what to do.
She stopped a few meters away from the hilltop that she was laying on the day before. She looked at the sakura tree. It was the only tree on the hill.
Misao walked closer. As she got closer, she saw Soujirou on the branches off the tree. Reading like usually. She rolled her eyes. Crossing her arms, she went over to the hill. She stopped as she stood on top of the hill and looked up at Soujirou. It was awkward because of what happened yesterday and wondered how he'd react to seeing her again.
Soujirou, however, continued reading and ignored her completely. For some odd reason, her presence did not bother him.
Misao turned around and lay on the hill. She stared above her at the sakura tree and Soujirou, who sat there. He doesn't seem to mind... Waiting five minutes to see if anything would happened, Misao relaxed. Nothing happened. She closed her eyes and thought about what she had to do to convince Aoshi she was serious about the yakuza and would give her life for it. At the moment, Aoshi probably thought low of her and she wanted to change that. She opened her eyes thinking of a way. A way for her to be a better follower. Her eyes looked at the clouds with determination.
Soujirou glanced away from his book and at Misao. She had a look of determination in her eyes as she thought about something. He looked at Misao and smiled. He'd always been given unconditionally respect from those around and under him and absolute obedient but this girl was different. Her determination and stubbornness was something he liked about her. He looked back at his book. If she ever wanted to join a yakuza... she'd be a good new member for the Juppon Gatana. However the thought was only a joke and he quickly forgot it.
For the next two weeks, there were no further arguments between Misao and Soujirou. When passing in the halls in school, Soujirou would occasionally smile at Misao but she would always ignore him. But after a while, she got used to it and managed to one day, smile back.
The feeling was mutual at Nogawa Park as well. Misao used the hill as Soujirou occupied the sakura tree. There were no fights over the small piece of territory as long as one doesn't bother the other.
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"Soujirou! Can you come here for a moment?" Yumi yelled as she stood on a chair, looking up at broken light bulb in the middle of her room.
Yumi was the main and only woman in Shishio's life. Their meeting goes back to when Yumi used to be a prostitute in the Kabukicho district. It wasn't exactly Yumi's dream career to sleep with men but as fate had it, she had no choice. Yumi was born into a family of abuse. Her mother committed suicide when she was seven and her father was an alcoholic and abused her constantly. When Yumi was thirteen she made up her mind to run away. She found herself on the streets of Tokyo but no home. Eventually through desperation, she joined a brothel in the Kabukicho district of Tokyo and made her money that way. It was the meeting of Shishio that had saved her from her harsh life.
She was not treated as a lowlife whore anymore. Now she was the lover of a yakuza leader and she received respect from everyone. Yumi finally found a good lifestyle and a person to live for.
Yumi smiled to herself as she remembered what Shishio had told her right before she was about to end her life, "You fool. Who do you think you are? I'm just here to laugh at you. But I might take you with me all the same." And Yumi did follow him. She was always beside him, supporting him always.
"What is it Yumi-san?" Soujirou asked as he walked into her room.
Yumi's reminiscence thoughts faded as she returned back to reality. She looked at Soujirou and said, "I accidentally broke the light bulb while changing it. I'm afraid I'll cut my hands trying to twist it off. Can you do it for me?"
Soujirou smiled, "Sure."
He took an apple on a plate on her desk and using a knife hidden inside his jacket, he sliced the fruit in half. He took one half and stood on the chair. Pressing the meat of the fruit on the broken light bulb, he unscrewed the bulb using the half of the apple for protection against the sharp, broken, shards of the bulb.
"That's pretty smart kid. Who'd you learn that technique from?" Yumi asked.
Soujirou got down with the broken bulb in apple in his hand, "From Shishio-sama, who else?" he smiled.
Yumi wasn't surprised. Shishio was like a father figure to Soujirou who had never had any family. Yumi and Soujirou had always connected. They both had the same family pasts and they both saw the world the same way and they were both saved by Shishio.
Soujirou liked Yumi. She was like the mother he never had and she understood him the best out of everyone.
"So how was school kid?" Yumi said taking the broken bulb and throwing it away.
From the moment, the Tenken in Soujirou was gone. In its place was a regular teenager telling about his day at school. "It's interesting... I made the Kendo team."
Yumi raised an eyebrow, "Kendo?" She had worried look, "Don't hurt anyone Soujirou."
Soujirou smiled shyly, "Go-men na-sa-i!" he laughed childishly. "But I think I already did."
"Really... who?" Yumi asked she sat down writing something in a book.
"This girl who wanted to join to but the team was full. It had to be me or her. So we had a match and I won. I forgot my whole strength!" Soujirou laughed as he scratched his head sheepishly.
Yumi looked up smiling, "Well, you should make friends and have fun while you're young. Just don't hurt people in the process."
"I'm afraid, Yumi-san, that I just don't have time to idle myself with friends," he said.
"You have time during school and not the hours at night when Shishio put you to work," Yumi replied, "Take it from me who has lived much more years than you have. I'm not saying I'm old, 'cause I'm not. But I am saying you shouldn't become an old man just yet. You're eighteen, school's over for you soon."
"Yeah then I can focus all my attention on the Juppon Gatana."
"Have you heard what I've been saying kid?" Yumi looked at him. She chuckled for a moment, "While kids you're age are studying to get into college, you're out in the streets and clubs killing people."
"I don't mind."
"Of course you don't. But I'd wonder if this life is fit for you. You ain't as innocent as you seem..." Yumi sighed, "Your hands are errantly blood stained. I wonder if you'd be happier living as a normal kid. I wonder if you're happy being in the Juppon Gatana."
Soujirou instantly replied, "I am very happy." Although he had second thoughts in his mind that he did not want to show. If Shishio had not saved him from his abusive family, he would have lived a life in hell. Now that he was with Shishio, Soujirou had everything he ever wanted. But he felt as if he was lying when he replied to Yumi.
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