Ginharu laughed as she watch Changsou lost her last ball in the 0 point pocket of the pachinko machine, her half sister shot a cold glare but only slid away from the machine.
They left the parlor that they went in with fake IDs, they have been doing this stuff for nearly a year. Each sister would cover for each other and if one went down they both went down together, they did almost everything like that.
They walked into Ginharu's house, it has been like this since Changsou's mother moved to Japan two years ago. Her parents were out on some kind of task question so they basically they were along, they were going to get away with this scheme.
Taking a seat the two cracked open a soda and sighed, it was Changsou that began the small talk.
"How is very thing?"
"Alright," Ginharu said as she borough her feet up. "Broke up with Takushu, he took it hard. I got a new job at the mall too, how about you?"
"Lost boyfriend, lost job and I can't care less. I'm gonna bounce back soon, Gin-chan."
"That's nice," Ginharu turn on the tv. Life for them were good for them.
Gemini open the door and toss her backpack onto a chair while going through the house, Princess looked from to take note of her daughter's black mood. But she didn't say nothing, it was that look like she had lost a race.
There was nothing she could do for something like that, just ride it out. Her daughter came back than head up stairs, here she sat down in her bean bag chair. She was in a bad mood because of Alexandria; it started at her home.
It was the same song and dance two years ago before the siege, the same crap about how wrong that people are living in sin and that only men can marry women. Gemini left before it turn into a fist fight, but she did run into one of her idiot friends, a blind man with a bokken - a wooden sword -, that was standing in front of her, Alex's, house talking about the same shit that Alex talks about.
She just walk by him and he try to attack her, but she just snapped the sword in half.
There were times she worried about Buttercup, even though the woman can take care of herself she worries that Alex is going to do something bad. Even Princess thought the same thing and they both wonder if Buttercup was worried about that too.
Alexandria was becoming one of those fanatics that would cut their parent's throat in a second because their deity said so, and that just scared her more.
What was tugging at her mental conscious was there was something about that friend of her's, there was something off about him.
Brick open the door, Masahiro was on the couch and his brother with his daughter were standing around in a casual way. He put on a fake smile as he walked in, he wished he was with.... Anyone at this point of time, Fuuma was a lucky bastard to be at martial arts training.
Speaking of Fuuma, he was currently engaged with this blind guy with spiky black hair and dressed in this long sleeved outfit with a cross on each sleeve. He had a few friends with him and was armed with a bokken, the eight friends were easy to deal with. First two were dealt with a crescent kick went they try to jump him, four through six went down with one side kick to the shines than to the throat, one shoulder throw and a German suplex.
The last two? Uppercut and a elbow jab to the sternum took them down, and now it was blind boy now.
"Okay," Fuuma said. "What's this about?" The boy didn't answer as he launch forward with bokken ready to strike, Fuuma moved to avoid a over head slash, than leap back from a swing and jump to avoid a thrust. This kid is fast.
He spent the last few minutes dodging the kid's attacks, each one getting dangerously close to hitting him. One swipe even cut his shirt a little, he knew that this has to end now.
Fuuma reach down to his pants legs, this is where his best weapons were. His nunchuku - he hates it when people call them nunchucks -, guessing he would only need on pair he pulled out a bright orange pair with a iron chain center.
He waited until the boy performed another attempt at a overhead smash when he swung upward and stopped just a inch of the boy's wrist to allow the one handle to go over and under said wrist, entrapping it so that Fuuma can slide under the boy. This cause him to be forced to bend over while Fuuma kicked out his shins before untangling his nunchuku quickly to deliver several rapid swings to the kid's face until the sword boy fell to the ground.
Placing his nunchuku pack into their place he wonder why they attacked him, he shrugged before walking off.
It has been two years since the attempted siege of the city, while there was much personal lose and quite a bit of damage things eventually moved on. The scars have faded away, the nightmare was only a brief moment of time.
On would call it a calm before the storm, if one thought about it.
But of course if that was the calm before the storm than the storm must be the apocalypse.