PDV Natsuki.

I did not want to come back to that boring and annoying city of my childhood, Fuuka, even the name is so stupid. I preferred Tokyo, my real life was there, I had my friends and family, there were more activities, I could go out, but not here, it was dead. I was here because I had to be discreet after a dirty story that happened weeks ago… I will return to my life in six months, I had no choice. The main problem was, I had nothing here, I lived in a garbage dump for a few days, I have no home here, my parents, it's kind of complicated and I did not want to talk about it, in any case, I have no more mother and father but only my brother.

I began to light a fire in an iron barrel, I had thrown advertising flyers and old branches, everything I found, I had used the flame of my lighter to create the flame. I was going to die of cold, jump into this icy water to save a cat was not my brightest ideas. I shivered, and I began to have fever. I took off my jacket and my shoes, next, I silently watched the flame, I took my pack of cigarettes, and grilled one. I was blowing smoke and watching the starry sky. Even the weather is boring, I sighed. It was could outside, my room was an old car I broke the window, so I could sleep, there was also a little storeroom with an old rusty and stinky couch.

I thought for a moment about Shizuru… I did not remember her last name, but I could not forget her red eyes, until now, I never saw other than hers. And those bastards who make fun of her because she was not wealthy enough pissed me off. I did not have a lot money either, I did some stuff that's I was not proud of to live. Gosh, she such a pain. Why did she still follow me? But I won't let her continue, I was not the same as before. I changed everything changed, and I could not to go back, it was too late to do it and I did not want to do it. I coughed. Damn it, I was sick.

"Natsuki? Or should I call you Kruger?" I winced when I was called, I did not pay attention, it was going to be a problem if people wanted to hurt me.

"Who are you!" I spat I discreetly let my hand slip into the back of my pants, I always had my knife on me, it was always necessary to foresee the unexpected. Like thieves, vagrants, living in the wild place was not safe as we believe. I noticed a bald young man with blue eyes and a scar on her skull. He smiled at me and he showed his wrist. I recognized our symbols.

"I was searching for you, you are not easy to find, and this city belongs to me so it's a feat. Do you know an Elios?" I smirked, of course, I knew him well.

"Of course, he is my family. And you are?" I asked relieved and her shared his tattoo that was the same as mine.

"His elder brother, Kilian. So, that's mean you are my sister?" The man was in front of me, I realized he had a gun in the front of his pants, if he wanted to shoot me, he would have done it already. I gave me his hand and I gave him a slap in his palm, our fists intertwined, it was our greeting, give our real name and the one of the group and make this gesture.

"If you want. Or you prefer to be my brother?" He laughed.

"I preferred sister."

"Elios said you save his life and you help him a lot when you were in Tokyo?" I nervously scratched my cheek.

"I did not save him, and yes I helped him."

"He will be died if you did not if you had not brought him to the hospital, I owe you my life and more. That's why I'm here, Fuuka belongs to my guys, if you have any problem, we'll be there to help you. You are also an important member of sasori." The chief whistled, and a dozen men arrived on a motorcycle, the deafening roar and the lights dazzled Natsuki. She was impressed.

"I have a present for you. To welcome you in our big family in Fuuka." A biker came with a black and grey motorbike, it was beautiful, and he removed his helmet and he gave me his keys. I took them.

"Do you know how to ride?" I arched a brow and smirked.

"Of course. Whom do you think I am?" I lifted the bottom of my blouse, I heard whistles to my striptease, but I did not care. I showed a long white scar.

"It's the only memory left of my previous bike."

"Fine, now, this beauty is yours. Enjoy it." Yes, I belonged to a gang, and if we refused the gift of his superior, it was our death warrant.