Thrashing, the rain pours down from the dark clouds of the heaven mourning the loss of the individual slumbering sweetly in the casket of the deceased, floral accessories littered all over the casket as smiling, the framed picture of the male shines from the lit candles of essence and candle light by the male's side, numerous offerings bestowed before the casket as the man in the picture frame beams in the camera, the black and white photo portrays his loose messy low ponytail of raven roots and brown eyes.
"Kashiwagi san…." Nervously, the blonde fidgets leaning against the stoic pillar of the reception, her blues narrowed at the army of men in suits, some eyeing her but many distancing themselves from her.
"Yes Ryūko-chan…?" Kashiwagi questions her.
"I still don't understand why am I here? Why did Kazama-sama want me here?" Confused, the teen questions the tired male.
"He didn't want you here. Quite the opposite but it was the request of the recently deceased so it had to be done." Kashiwagi corrects her.
"Wha…? What would this dead guy want from me?" Confused, the blonde quirks her head to the side, adjusting the cuff of her coal black suit.
"We'll see soon enough." Kashiwagi mutters.
"I just want to get out of here." Lazily, Ryūko sighs exhaustion etched into her tired tone.
"Ryūko…" Warningly, Kashiwagi furrows his brow at his blonde companion noting her curious blue exploring the swarm of suited men until landing on a certain woman standing elegantly in a coal black kimono attire with purple fabric alongside the dark colours of black, her grey locks are tied into a small bun by a purple flower hair accessory, giving her a small posh bun, an air of maturity and elegance surrounds her as strands of grey locks frame her side. Her features dangle down deeming to be stern as she politely greets the guests, her lilac eyes look indifferent to the ceremony, glaring at anyone in her path.
"So that woman…" Her hues narrow at the woman, noting the sheath coiled around her fidgeting fingertips.
"Is his eldest sister, Yukiko Hada. A woman not to be trifled with." Kashiwagi warns Ryūko.
"So she'll be leading the clan I'm guessing…" Ryūko gathers.
"No. She has no interest in these affairs," Kashiwagi tells Ryūko.
"Tch, I don't even know why I'm here why does some dead stranger want me here?" Haughtily, Ryūko scowls.
"That's what we're trying to find out. It was a request my fool of a little brother had…" Coldly, the female voice rings out as Ryūko flinches from it, feeling a wave of dread wash over her at the woman wanting her dead, she assumed from the amount of bloodlust emanating off her just at the sheer sight of Ryūko, turning to face the wrathful woman, tiredness etched into her fuming features, feeling her icy hazel glare into Ryūko's very soul demanding respect. A part of Ryūko couldn't help but scream internally at being caught, coyly glancing to the side sweat shyly sliding down her tense temple.
"Hada san," Politely, Kashiwagi bows his head as he glances at Ryūko internally ordering her to follow. Reluctantly, she does so however her hues never leave the woman's, her harsh glare staring into Ryuko's own baby blue, challenging her almost as she bats her purple and black gothic looking fan at Ryūko, unamused.
"Kashiwagi it has been a while. Tell me who is your friend here?" Curious, she practically interrogates him.
"This is…." Kashiwagi begins only to be silenced by the harsh slam of her fan hitting the inside of her palm, revealing her scowling features glaring into Ryūko's firm features.
"The girl can speak for herself well what brings you here? I don't recognise you but your face…if you are here to disrupt or crash my baby brother's funeral…" Fuming, she glares at Ryūko hearing the faint ring of metal but Ryūko remains slouching, hands shoved inside her pockets.
"Well if that isn't a warm welcome I don't know what one is." Dryly, Ryūko remarks.
"Enough games speak if you are a funeral crasher then I will not hesitate to…" She warns Ryūko noting a fair few men stepping forward but Ryūko raises a bored brow at the weaklings approaching amused at the ass beating they desire.
"Yukiko that' enough." Sternly, the croaky voice orders, belonging to an elderly man, his long hair locks combed back, with grey stubble. Blandly, he gazes at the blonde, annoyance, disgust and tiredness etched into his features at the sight of the blonde recoiling back, clicking his tongue once more in disgust.
"Another mistake left behind by that coward…" Grumpily, he sneers.
"That coward was your son father." Snidely, she remarks.
"An irresponsible fool of one." Frustrated, he growls.
"Hello…" Beady eyed, the little boy in a black kimono similar to the grandfather looks up at Ryūko, his beady lilacs gazing up at her, his brown roots tied by a small band, clinging to his mother's side.
"Yuichi don't talk to the Konketsuji, don't even look at it." Incensed, the old man sneers scowling as grimacing, Ryūko flinches at the familiar title.
"Junpei…!" Kashiwagi glares at the ponytailed male, cursing under his breathe spitting out those words like a viper's poison. Kashiwagi glances concerned towards the blonde who shrugs it off, adjusted to such titles, adjusted to those at school or at the orphanage tugging at her hair, asking if it were fake, dyed some even refusing to touch her, or even talk to her, remembering those who had thrown stones at her if it weren't for him, teaching her self-defence she wouldn't have survived school.
"Look lady I don't know why I'm here but trust me I want to be here as much as you do." Grumpily, Ryūko huffs enraging the woman.
"How d-" Roaring, she begins about to draw her sword only for them all to stop from the gentle tap of the cane.
"Yukiko san it has been a while…" Respectfully, the man before them bows his head.
"You know this girl Kazama san?" Scowling, she raises a brow disgust etched into her tone towards Ryūko.
"She is under my care." Smoothly, Kazama sama sighs softly placing his hand on the blonde's shoulder.
"Then I expect better manners from her." Seething, she spits out just as Ryūko opens her mouth about to retort however the soft tap of the cane hitting the ground below brings her back to reality.
"Apologises, Ryūko if you would come with me." Kazama turns to Ryūko.
"Gladly…" Relieved, Ryūko sighs following after him feeling her judgmental gaze on Ryūko glaring back at the old cow.
"So what's going on? Um what's with the seriousness?" Tightly, Ryūko smiles, entering the room, her hues widening when she stands there awkwardly before the three men, Dojima, egghead, and Kazama-san by her side.
"Here…." Calmly, Kazama sama passes Ryūko some note making Ryūko furrow her brow by it.
"What is this? Why is there blood on this?" Ryūko questions frowning at the bloodied stained paper.
"It's Hada's will." Dojima reveals surprising her.
"The guy who died what about him?" Ryūko furrows her brow lost why would they give this to her?
"Open it and find out." Egghead prompts as she complies opening it her hues of blue widening in shock, in horror at the text written before her.
"Wha…what bull is this!?" Shakily, Ryūko laughs staring at the paper in her shaking grasp lost…
"Ryūko…." Gently, Kazama sama whispers as she glares darkly at the piece of paper.
"Why the hell is this stranger giving me his position!? Kazama sama what's going on?" Enraged, Ryūko demands turning to him.
"He's your old man pipsqueak…" Smirking, egghead sneers at Ryūko stunning her feeling her heart stop, her blood turn as cold as ice at the slashing pain of realization, feeling the raw stinging pain of shock in her cheek.
"Wha...what? Kazama sama please…if this is some sort of sick joke!" Stunned, Ryūko blurts out turning to him hopeful for some semblance of sanity.
"You dare think we'd joke about the death of one of ours!?" Angrily, Shimano roars slamming his palm down on the desk making Ryūko stagger back from his beast like roar.
"Settle down egghead before that bald head of your cracks!" Frustrated, Ryūko snaps at him running high on the adrenaline.
"What did you say!?" He screeches.
"You heard me!" Mad, Ryūko barks back.
"Enough!" Dojima demands.
"No, she can't lead she's a kid with zero experience in the yakuza life and is a woman, the yakuza are for men we…" Shimano pipes in.
"I have trained her, taught her, took her under my wing. She can do it." Kazama sama steps forward surprising Ryūko as he defends her.
"Ryūko!" Loudly, Ryūko hears Kazama roars through her ringing ears as next she knew, her legs were moving as she bursted out of the room, brushing past the many suits. She had to go she had to get out of here, she…this wasn't a place for her, it couldn't be…it just… she swiftly stops at the heavy ring of metal, feeling the ice-cold touch of the metallic blade teasingly touch her neck.
"This…this is who Hikaru has left his family to…some child? I bore him a son for what!?" Wrathful, the ice-cold voice of Yukiko sneers at Ryūko looking over at the stern woman her blade to her throat.
"What?"
"I ain't taking orders from some kid…"
"A woman at that…"
"Tell me girl what will you do?" Firmly, Yukiko demands from Ryūko stunning a few members as a few of them stare at Ryūko as next she knew, reflexes took over surprising many as she easily disarms her, snatching the blade from her adjusting the weight of the bad, experimenting with it. She notes the faint gleam of approval in her hues as all eyes fell onto the scowling Ryūko flipping the disarmed knife, she still needed to go, to get out, to…
I'm done here." Resolute, Ryūko states scowling, storming off, needing to get a drink, trying to find the nearest bar when…
"My father-in-law created the Hada family for a reason I will not stand by as everything he stood for and created is destroyed." Sternly, she informs Ryūko trying to chase after the done-looking Ryūko, sighing, slouching her shoulders, she's dedicated Ryūko will give her that but she's got the wrong guy…
"Do not turn away from me, tch just like him, turning away when things get tough…pathetic!" Disgusted, she sneers at Ryūko.
"When things get tough look lady I'm doing you lot a favour…" Frowning, Ryūko argues, sure she knew bits and pieces when it came to self-defence but she had no experience in the Yakuza how could I benefit them?
"And what's that? Giving it to someone of experience? Your father chose you its only right for you to listen to his request." Furious, she reasons as Ryūko scoffs shaking her head at the prideful woman.
"Why listen to the request of a dead man?"
Quietly, Ryūko sits slouched slumped over her desk, brow furrowed as she hears the cheery conversation of her fellow classmates conversing without a care in the world while she sits slumped on her desk, her book silent spring by her side.
"What's with you? You've been gloomy since yesterday…" Annoyed, Ryūko feels her brow twitch as Yumi pokes her cheek leaning over her desk.
"Yeah someone stood you up or something?" Chuckling, Akira teases as she glares at the ass smoothly sliding on top of her bench brushing the book she so happily read prior to the side, making her scowl swiftly snatching it before it could fall frowning at the obnoxious boy before her.
"Piss of Nishiki…" Glowering, Ryūko slaps Akira' hand away from joining in on poking her as Kazuma watches from his seat, lowering his magazine to stare at them amused.
"Hey this may cheer you up!" Happily, Akira places the tub down on the desk below.
"…Bodywash? You saying I stink?" Scowling, Ryūko raises a brow by the implication.
"What?! No it's cutting edge in the fashion industry!" Akira asserts animatedly.
"And it also has microbeads." Ryuko's baby blues narrow at the it.
"Yeah isn't it pretty? Look at how it sparkles!" Smiling, Akira animatedly gushes giddily.
"You mean how they are not captured by most wastewater treatment systems and if washed down the drain after use, they can end up in our rivers, lakes, and oceans. These tiny plastics persist in the environment and have a damaging effect on marine life, the environment and human health." Haughtily, Ryūko explains to Nishiki, sweat sliding down his tense temple.
"U-Uh…." Nishiki squirms slightly smiling strained as just then the door slowly slides open…
"Alright class, time for lesson." The teacher walks in as class begins…
"Come on what's wrong? Is it a boy?" Akira whines as he continues prying poking the annoyed Ryūko's side scowling, her hue twitching tiredly as they lean against the wall, waiting outside the school, her brow furrowed as they wait for Yumi after school.
"It's no one. It's nothing." Curtly, Ryūko responds.
"Hey have you seen Yumi today?" Kiryu asks them.
"No why?" Akira furrows his brow.
"There were some shady guys talking about her earlier in class…" Kiryu frowns.
"Right why don't you guys head up to the arcade I'll go check on her, she's taking too long…" Ryūko offers.
"Alright see you then…" The two nods as Ryūko leaves.
"Yumi!" Horrified, her hues widen when finding said girl knocked out.
"Bet she'd cost a pretty penny for the boss…" Scowling, her hues narrow at the two asses looming over the knocked out Yumi.
"Yeah…" His lackey agrees.
"What the hell are you playing at!?" Roaring, Ryūko scowls at the two beer bottles in hand as they greedily gulp down the items sloshing some of it on themselves.
"Well well if it isn't little miss big shot just cause you're Hada's kid means nothing Shimano is going to run this turf with you gone you've only done us a favour!" The two turn to Ryūko guns aimed at Ryūko as she snickers.
"Is that right?" Ryūko arches a brow
"Y-Yeah!" He growls.
"Then maybe you'd like to know something!" Smirking, Ryūko takes out her lighter.
"What's that?" He questions Ryūko.
"Here catch!" Smirking, Ryūko tosses him the lighter making him stagger back, accidently clicking the lighter making Ryūko smirk.
"A-AH…huh a lighter? Huh? Oh I get it trying to get on our good side for a cut well too bad girly, thanks to you at the funeral we rule under Shimano now…and he ain't too happy about you not playin' ball yesterday!" He laughs as Ryūko snickers shaking her head.
"Yeah you know you're right, congrats are in order you know outsmarting me like that here. Oh guess I should have mentioned." Ryūko plays along leaning against the counter of the chemistry lab.
"Mentioned what?" He frowns.
"That alcohol you stained on yourself, it doesn't get along well with fire you know its preschool stuff…" Ryūko hints making their eyes widen horrified as they both turn to stare at the bare flame of their demise.
"O-Oh…crap." Whimpering, he whimpers as Ryūko smirks pushing herself off the counter and casually approach.
"Crap indeed. Now then…if you'll excuse me imma take Yumi and leave you to your devices…" Politely, Ryūko smile taking the unconscious Yumi in her arms bridal style.
"You bitch!" The leader screams at Ryūko.
"Byyyee…" Ryūko snickers and leave them, her hues widening to hear the loud wails of sirens greeting her.
"Ryūko …I…I was so scared, I didn't…" Shaking, Yumi whimpers to Ryūko adjusting the silver tin thing around her shoulders. Ryūko move back and forth as tears cascade down the scared Yumi.
"I know it's alright I'm here…so is Kazama-san…" Ryūko points out surprised.
"So…how did you get them to talk?" Curious he questions joining her side as Kashiwagi takes Yumi into the car no doubt back to the orphanage.
"Simple white lie, well not a lie a…simple education lesson on the relationship between fire and alcohol…How did you find out about this?" Ryūko questions curious.
"I found out from the florist his footage showed it all, still though smart move this is why I want you at Uni." Impressed, he leans forward smirking impressed as they sit on the bench outside the school.
"But still first you want me to go to Uni then the Yakuza make up your mind already geez," Ryūko teases Kazama.
"Even if I did it's your life your decision." Sombrely, he sighs.
"Kazama-san…" Ryūko whispers.
"Yumi is safe back in the orphanage. Your father you may have not known him but he and I were good friends. He cherished you even if he pretended he didn't, he loved you Ryūko, he loved you and your mother a lot." Kazama informs Ryūko frowning, why did he marry someone else then?
"Not enough to tell her of his little plan…" Bitterly, Ryūko grumbles as he sighs sadly.
"What will you do?" Kazama questions Ryūko sternly as she goes quiet in deep thought.
"Shimano…he did this. His goons nearly took Yumi and Yumi may have been what became of her. The Shimano family they're the enemy rent they t-the big boss right!? Right!?" Pained, Ryūko frowns at him.
"Ryūko …" Softly, Kazama sama sighs.
"Am I wrong?" Ryūko raises a brow.
"If the Hada family is destroyed, the power split will favour Shimano more…" Kazama sama begins.
"He will basically be in power." Ryūko summarises.
"Yes…and as you have seen Shimano isn't…" Kazama frowns.
"He's the enemy those under him are beasts, monsters, they need….they are a plague to the Tojo clan…am I right?" Disgusted, Ryūko sneers at the thought of him and his monstrous family.
"If that is how you think that interpretation can be considered yeah…" Kazama sama nods.
"Then fine, I'll become your apprentice Kazama sama…the Shimano family…they'll be eliminated, him and his monsters of a family will perish under the Hada and Kazama families! But I'll do it on my own." Determined, Ryūko stands from the ambulance turning to face him.
"Your own?" Surprised, he raises a brow.
"The Hada family will be destroyed. That way I can make my own family, rise up the ranks learn and make my own family, become my own patriarch I will not use the power a man I never knew gifted me. I want to get them by my own merit make my own legacy, make a new Hada family…" Earnestly, Ryūko explains to Kazama sama.
"Ryūko …If that is your wish I will be glad to help carve out this path for you..." Proudly, he smiles as Ryūko smiles back at him, resolute.
"I will not let you down that I promise!"
Solemnly, the heavy stench of iron lingers in the air. Loudly, the rain pours down in the dark damp alleyway as alone, the bruised bloodied hands of the blonde dangle down from the girl adorning her uniform, her long blonde roots dangling down. The lone girl's bright blues stare down at the defeated black and blue bodies beneath her, clicking her tongue as her heeled shoes kick one of the many men in suits, humming in approval when finding them twitching as she kicks the guns she had disarmed prior to the side alongside the other weapons.
Casually, she shoves her bloodied fists into her pockets, checking them over would be a waste of time to the blonde she knew who they came from and once again did not care, these fools were nothing but flies to the young girl, that is until the roar of an engine perks her interest, making her turn, her ears hearing the sound of footsteps as she turns to smirk at the frowning scarred faced man of Kashiwagi and…
"Kazama-san I was intending on going to school I noticed some people tailing us so I told them to…" Worried, Ryūko reassures the suited male, hair slicked back, a stoic expression across his features.
"It's alright Ryūko." Gently, he assures the girl, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
"Still for them to come out even after you dealt with them…we need to end this." Sternly, Kazama reasons nodding at Kashiwagi opening the door for them both.
"Kazama-san." Concerned, Ryūko steps forward.
"Come." He orders.
"Understood." Obediently, Ryūko nods following after him in the vehicle.
"Do you know why they are attacking you?" Curious, Kashiwagi questions her as he pulls out of the alleyway and focuses on the road ahead.
"Cause my old man's dad wants me gone." Bluntly, Ryūko shrugs.
"That but because thanks to your hot headedness you dissolved the Hada family from the Yakuza." Dryly, Kazama reminds the girl exhaling tiredly, her brow twitching at the reminder.
"How was I to know my order would be absolute there was no ceremony or anything!?" Annoyed, Ryūko huffs leaning back in her seat, slouched.
"The first order of the head is absolute Ryūko …" Severely, Kashiwagi recites to her.
"Sounds stupid." Honestly, the blonde huffs.
"Oi you dare disrespect the Yakuza name! Disrespecting the Yakuza is disrespecting Kazama-san!" Furious, Kashiwagi lectures the girl squeaking back apolitically.
"Of course not if anything Kazama-san deserves to be head, he deserves more…" Smirking, Ryūko boasts as said male besides her remains humbly silent.
"Ryūko this is an issue you must make right." Kazama tells the teen.
"What with my life? My pinkie…fuck that, he wants a fight I'll give him one even if he is an elderly man!" Furious, she bares her teeth crossing her arms.
"With age comes experience Ryūko …" Calmly, Kazama advises her.
"Then what does he want?" Impatiently, she huffs.
"Perhaps to make his grandson the head?" Kazama offers.
"Grandson?" Confused, the blonde arches a brow.
"The boy you met." Tiredly, Kashiwagi reminds her.
"But he's too young." Perplexed, Ryūko points out.
"That is the issue and he is too old. Although the family respect him it would strain his heart." Kashiwagi informs her.
"Then what about his daughter?" Interested, Ryūko offers.
"She wishes no part in the Yakuza." Kazama answers.
"So there's no heir." Bored, Ryūko summarises.
"There's no family anymore…" Kazama mutters.
"Tch…yet again I didn't know." Grumpy, Ryūko shoves her hands in the air in surrender as the car stops, Ryūko leaves the car opening it for Kazama sama.
"We're here come on…" Kazama steps forward, loyally, Ryūko follows in his steps, her eyes expanding at the traditional dojo like home for the Hada, her hues widening to find numerous servant all lined up waiting for him, bowing to them, some sneering at the blonde who simply shrugs it off adjusted to the glares oozing hate and the low sly remarks following.
"I'll talk to him first." Kazama offers as they approach the doorway, the doors opening by the servants in black, Ryūko's eyes narrowing at the pin with a golden rose emblem, the pretty petals have thorns coiled around the frail petals.
"Right…" Awkwardly, Ryūko nods nervously moving about arms crossed not sure what to do as she is left in the dojo of sorts, her ears perking up at the gentle chime as she follows the sound, her blues widening at the beautiful garden, cherry blossoms descending down dancing across the thin warm frails of the wind, gently brushing against the koi fish pond creating small tsunamis of disturbance for the poor pair of fish below as she sits herself down admiring the landscape until hearing the small pitter patter of footsteps behind her, making her blues turn to meet a pair of eager lilac.
"Noodle lady!" Surprised the blonde blinks at the small eager arms around her torso or at least trying to meet with one another as she stares down at the boy wearing a purple yukata and brown sandals, his dark raven cholate locks dangle down into a low ponytail by a lilac ribbon.
"So we meet again Yuichi right?" Ryūko recalls leaning over as the boy joins her side humming moving his legs up and down smiling brightly.
"I'm sorry about what grandpa called you according to mummy that's a bad word." Apologetically, Yuichi bows his head shyly staring at his fidgeting fingers.
"It's fine, he isn't the first and won't be the last." Lazily, Ryūko waves him off.
"Why did he call you that?" Confused, Yuichi looks up at Ryūko making her sigh, shaking her head not sure what to say.
"Because I'm not fully Japanese kid," Ryūko confesses to him.
"What are you then?" Lost, he quirks his head to the side.
"I don't know and frankly, I do not care. Must be something blonde right heh?" Cheekily, Ryūko jokes ruffling up her blonde locks making him giggle.
"I just don't get why it's so bad, your blonde hair is so cool, it's pretty," He whines reaching out to it her hues widening when he begins braiding.
"Thanks kid." Grateful, she smiles softly at him.
"Are you…like my older sister?" Curious, he enquires, noting the faint hope in his eyes.
"Not really and I don't think your mother would like that especially your old man." Delicately, she removes his hands from her braided locks making him pout disappointed.
"But…I want an older sister plus you seem cool, the way you roar in front of the whole Yakuza was super cool…" Sadly, he whispers lowering his head as she smile slightly at the poor boy.
"Just because it was super cool doesn't mean it was for the best." Strained, she smiles.
"Is that why grandpa sent those guys at you?" Yuichi enquires making her hues widen.
"Observant one aren't you?" Impressed, Ryūko raises a brow at his smug smirk.
"It's the only thing I can do. I can't really do much I mean I can read but I like drawing more." Fondly, he smiles.
"Oh yeah." Ryūko hums lightly.
"Yeah especially the birds the birds look pretty in mother's garden her kimono looks cool too…" Animatedly, he gushes making Ryūko chuckle.
"Don't you go out often?" Curious, Ryūko questions him.
"Can't. too much of a liability." Glumly, he whispers, her hues widening when he begins coughing frantically.
"Hey you okay?" Concerned, Ryūko holds him her hues widening when he begins heaving.
"Ju…J-Just need to c….C-Catch my breath." Hoarsely he wheezes out.
"Yuichi!" Horrified, Yukiko arrives as quickly, Ryūko distance herself from the boy, the woman glaring darkly at Ryūko, her men aiming their weapons at Ryūko. Yukiko cradles her son picking him up, cradling him in her chest as he continues coughing, hacking.
"I-I'm fine mum!" Weakly, he heaves out shakily clutching his mother's attire.
"Did she…?" Nevertheless, Yukiko questions, her lilacs narrowed at Ryūko, fear in them.
"Ryūko did nothing! Stop blaming her for everything!" Fed up, Yuichi snaps surprising her, his mother and everyone.
"Yuichi!" Angry, Yukiko hisses at him.
"It's cool kid." Softly, Ryūko smiles tousling his dark chocolate raven locks, making his hues widen.
"But…" Feebly he begins only to erupt into another fit of coughs concerning them both.
"It'll be fine…" Gently, Ryūko smiles at him leaving him as Kazama follows Ryūko to meet her so called beloved grandfather.
"So the Konketsuji is back…" The old man 'warmly' welcomes Ryūko as he softly sips his green tea.
"I have a name." Sternly, Ryūko huffs at him, hand on hip standing as he waits for her to sit only for her to glare down at him, stopping herself. However that feeble futile attempt at rebellion soon ceases from Kazama's hand on her arm, pulling her down to sit with him.
"A name I care to not remember you sickened my grandson." He dismisses making her brow twitch.
"If that's what you think, delusion yourself go ahead I do not care." Honestly, Ryūko tells him how it is.
"I suppose introductions are in order even if I have to waste my breath on some hoodlum. The name's Yoshinori Hada. I am the father of your father not that it matters." He introduces himself.
"Well gramps thanks for the assassins a lovely gift to give your granddaughter." Snidely, Ryūko thanks the ass.
"You will not refer to me as your grandfather. You are nothing but a one night stand understand." Harshly, he snaps at Ryūko remaining pokerfaced refusing to lose against this nobody.
"Old man I knew that the day I was born. So let's get down to business those goons you got on me, tell them to back off it's a pain it's like swatting flies I got a life to get on with you know…" Bored, Ryūko leans back.
"You also have a family to get on with don't you?" Venomously, he spits out making her hues narrow, word travels fast.
"What do you want from me old man?" Bluntly, Ryūko demands from hm.
"I want what is rightfully for my son but you destroyed the family he could have led. So imagine my surprise when you're making your own family for my son like he rightfully deserves." The old man sneers.
"Does your son even want this position?" Annoyed, Ryūko scowls at the ass, if he knew his grandson, he'd know that kid has no interest in the Yakuza, especially with his hobbies of preferring to observe and preserve life rather than take it.
"Of course he does I have groomed him for it his entire life." Resolute, he promises.
"Haven't you noticed that maybe he wants different things?" Frustrated, Ryūko hints at the fool.
"I allow him to have hobbies in exchange of…" Strained, he trails off.
"If you think I'm passing this family I may or may not be making down to him you can think again." Fed up, Ryūko scowls at him.
"Then these assassins will not stop." Bluntly, he tells Ryūko.
"So what you're blackmailing me…even though I have beaten them black and blue." Confidently, Ryūko smirks.
"I've seen think of it as training for your life in the Yakuza or a sign that the Hada family will not be associated with yours…" Disgusted, he tells Ryūko.
"You make it sound as though I want it too…" Ryūko scoff leaning back.
"What are you saying?" Perplexed, he demands from Ryūko.
"Sorry Kazama sama but the cat is out of the bag as they say. Yes I intend to create my own family but it has nothing to do with you." Apologetically, Ryūko bow her head to Kazama shrugging sheepishly.
"Nothing to do with me it's my family name!?" Furious, Junpei roars, slamming his palm to the table, trying to intimidate her but Ryūko raises a brow unamused by his childish notion.
"And mine too. This may shock you dear sir but let me tell you something about surnames, they are to separate others from others like how I wish to separate my association with this family and so I shall, yes we may share the same name but that means nothing and the reason for this family has nothing to do with you." Calmly, Ryūko explains to the old fool.
"Prove it." Daringly, he demands, the gentle tap of a blade echoing in the silent room, Kazama's eyes narrowed as he attempts to reach out to Ryūko's stretched out hand, only to falter when seeing the resolute gleam in her hues.
"Fine," Coolly, Ryūko snatches the blade from the table, the gentle candle glow gleaming from the swift solid blade gleaming between them raising it to the high heavens.
Ryūko!" Concerned, Kazama sama raises his voice but it falls to deaf ears as my ears ring hearing the pumping sound of her boiling, bubbling, burning blood pumping, hearing the frantic roar of her hammering heartbeat and soon feeling the adrenaline pump through her veins acting as a numbing agent as she perks up the sound of air cutting. She grimaces, slamming the blade down, blood spurting scarlet staining the floor below. Ryūko release a small hiss of agony from the searing pain beneath me in pained palm.
Frantically, Ryūko blinks back the tears threatening to fall, praying upon the adrenaline to fuel and numb her senses. Ryūko notes her hand briefly shaking fearful of performing the act as she takes in a wobbly breath, steeling her nerves, refusing to bow down to this…this bully.
"Is this proof enough this blood is my own, it may have traces of you lot but it has my own blood, it has my own cells, it has my own drive and ambitions and most of all let this cut be a symbolism of the divide between my family and yours!" Roaring, Ryūko demands from his waving her arm out, ruby red spewing out from her open palm, dark gushes of ruby red seeping out from the pouring wound no doubt stitches will be required to heal such a deep dangerous cut.
"So long as that scar remains I will never call upon you nor this family and you will never associate yourself with me." Determined, Ryūko declares to him pride laced in her tone holding back the brief hitch in her tongue from the searing pain as droplets of scarlet raindrops descend down from her hand, littering the matt beneath them.
Unyielding, Ryūko turns her back to him, Kazama bowing to the quiet, calm and stoic Hada head. Junpei glares down at the bloodied dagger before him, furiously slamming his bawled up shaking fist down upon the table, seething with a vengeance as reluctantly, he takes back his blade, storming out of the room on the other side, tending to other more pressing matters concerning the future of the Hada household…