I have had so little sleep I don't know if the name on the ticket is even mine any more.
Shimizu Makoto, yeah that seems right. I looked around the basin city airport. For some reason I was extremely self-conscious. I was the only oriental person in view but hardly the only person from an ethnic background. It was nice to see this city was so multicultural, I would soon find out why. Flagging down a taxi, I used this time to jot some more stuff down in my diary.
My mother thought I was crazy when I told her I believed Miho was alive. I ignored her and within days I was on a plane to Basin city, hardly worried this place had the nickname Sin City. I have no weapons but am hardly defenceless, as a teenager I thought I could be come a vigilante and hunt the people who stole my sister. I just hope she still remembers me.
I had taken the whole plane journey planning what I would do. First I would book a hotel then I will get deeper and apparently dirtier into this cities heart. Hoping my sister would know the prostitutes and not be one, it was obvious I need to speak to the first one I can find. I have brought all my earnings and can draw out any of the near unlimited inheritance my father left me. I paid the driver and gave him a few dollars more as a tip. Stepping out into the bright sunny street I wondered why this city had such a reputation. Children walked with their parents merrily and the skyscrapers gave it a large awe-inspiring feel. My stomach rumbled loud enough for me to hear above the cars. Spotting a restaurant across the street, I jogged through a traffic jam and into Luigi's.
The sky was covered with cloud when I had finished my spaghetti bolognaise and coffee. As I returned to the streets everything seemed darker and greyer, more depressing. Zipping up my brown coat, I descended into the crowd of eager people trying to get home. According to the article, the city was divided into two areas. New town is where I am now, like any average city; it has flats, offices, and order. I was heading to old town, the furthest you can get from new town. Occasionally asking directions from the seediest looking people I could find, I slowly entered old town.
Old town seemed to be the slum of Basin City. If it wasn't for the needles littered along the cobbled floor, you could be mistaken for thinking you were in the middle ages. Passing boisterous and disruptive bars, I wondered how hard it was to find a girl around here. Passing yet another smack head on the street and with rain pouring, I decided that the next bar I see I'd look inside. I pulled my damp hood over my head and trotted on in search of the nearest watering hole.
I spotted the two doormen from the end of the alley. I had located the hidden bar from a painted arrow on a wall, unsure whether to enter, I went with my instincts. My instincts aren't anything to trust though. The two fat, bald guards finally noticed me when I was only metres away. The largest held up his hand to silence his friend and they both fell silent. With me only coming up to the largest doorman's waist, I felt like bolting back down the alley, but I didn't, I had a job. I flashed them both a smile and brushed back my floppy, black hair.
"May I enter the bar?" My voice shook with nerves. It was so obvious they could probably smell it, if it wasn't for the smoke that accompanied the area.
The two looked at each other, the smaller smirked to his associate. He slowly turned to me with his arms crossed.
"If you were me and I were you, would you let you into the bar?" The largest sniggered, like a jock laughing at a complicated joke he doesn't get.
I sized them both up. The smaller of the two was still much taller than me but you know what they say, the bigger you are…
I stabbed my flat hand into the larger guys gut, sending him falling to the floor faster than a 1 tonne anvil. The second guy, though armed, preferred to use his fists and threw a slow but powerful punch in my direction. I had already ducked and the punch flew over my head. Not slowing, I threw an uppercut into the doorman's jaw, sending his teeth crashing into each other and him flying into the wall. As the smaller hit the ground I span back to check on the tubby, unfortunately he wasn't there.
As soon as I mentally swore, a click from behind signalled the cocking of a pistol, the fat guys to be precise.
"I ain't ever killed a Chinese guy before." His gruff voice suited his large body perfectly. His mistaking of my nationality only made this sweeter.
Over the noise in the bar an audible scream was heard from out in the alley. The few waitresses glanced at each other but soon shrugged it off as another fight. I casually strolled in expecting a few glances but no one even looked up from their beer. This is the place, I thought.