"Hey Akaito, are you in there?" I lift my head away from my work and turn it to the sound of my childhood friend -and most trusted ally- Kiyoteru's voice. He walks through my suite door and straight towards me. "Len was looking for you."

He walks over to me and brushes my hair slightly, probably getting a bit of dust off of it. I get up from my chair and stretch, the satisfying sound of my bones cracking fills my ears.

"Alright, what does he want?" I walk to my closet and open the doors that lead into a room that is almost the size of my bathroom. I skim around for my favourite coat.

"No idea, he just told me that he was looking for you so I told him that I'd come here and get you." Kiyoteru walks into the closet after me and almost instantly passes me my coat; I mumble a thanks before going to look for my shirt.

"Alright, where is he?" I ask, still looking for the pain-in-the-ass shirt that doesn't want to be found.

"At the clan's warehouse." He taps me on the shoulder after answering me and shoves the shirt I'd been looking for into my face. I –yet again- mumble thanks to him and get my dark grey skinny jeans.

"It's 1:30 in the fucking morning, what could he possibly want?" I grumble a little and pull on my shirt, which is short, black, sleeveless, and has a high neck line, it's also really tight.

Kiyoteru doesn't answer me but merely goes to my desk -which I was working at minutes ago- and organizes the huge mess I had made. I pull on my jeans, which -considering they are skinny jeans- took a bit of effort. After that I pull on my coat which is grey at the top but fades to black at the bottom where my ankles are.

I grab a few guns, knives, and other bits and pieces and put them in different places over my body, you can never tell who's going to try kill you when you live in 'The Slums'. The Slums is what they call the bad side of town, because our town is split into two halves, one is our side –the bad side- and the other belongs to –the good side-.

Our side is where drugs are sold, rapists are running rampage, and everyone is a thief. Even the ones who sit on the side of the street begging are thieves. I myself am a thief if need be, but I can really get anything I want by either buying it or even just asking for it.

The 'good side' is the side where pretty restaurants, safe clubs, and the goody-two-shoes reside. Pretty much a home for pussies.

I'm Akaito Masamune, only son of the richest family in the country, but only the criminals know about me, because none of the people on the good side would even dare go into The Slums, well…desperate times to call for desperate measures I suppose. Well anyway. My parents have passed onto the next life so that makes me the leader of the Masamune group, which -now that I've gotten used to the exchanges and paperwork- isn't really that hard.

Speaking of exchanges, Len better not take long, I have a 'meeting' with IA soon.

I walk to my door and put my boots on. My boots are black, knee-high, and have small spikes at the end, where my toes are. People say that the spikes are just for show, but they aren't just for fashion. Who knows when a man will piss you off?

"Bye, Akaito. Don't make any detours to a club or anything. Remember that you have a meeting with IA, so after you see Len you will have no time to spare. I'll kick your ass if you're late for that meeting. Apparently she got a good run this month, and god knows that you've probably used all of your supplies up already." Kiyoteru lectured me just before I was about to go out the door. And before I could hear any more of it, I retreated to the other side of the door, resulting in a: "Fucking hell Akaito!" from the man I just ignored.

I step out of my family hotel and scowl at the fucking rain that decided to rain fucking buckets down just after I stepped out of the fucking door. Ignoring the rain, I walk down the streets that are most lively at night. The street lights illuminates everything just enough to see if someone is about to stab you.

As I was walking to the clan warehouse, I receive numerous stares from men and women alike. My nature of having sex with almost anyone is pretty known throughout the town, as long as you're hot I really don't care. The stares I receive are common, sometimes they are flattering, but sometimes they just piss me off. I mean, I know that my red hair is hot and that my red eyes are sexy as fuck, not to mention my body which just happens to be extremely attractive, with my muscles and all that. But can't people just hold their attention on something else for two minutes while I pass by? I'm pretty sure everyone knows what my body looks like anyway.

I walk on -ignoring the stares- to the warehouse of our clan, which we named 'The Dragons. I know, pretty childlike name, but it was something that we could all agree on so it's fine. I find the warehouse from a line of about 20 others and open the door at the side.

I see Len lying upside down on our tattered couch playing on a hand-held game console. "Len, you wanted to see me?" The younger boy jumps -obviously not expecting me- and lands in what I assume to be an uncomfortable position on the small rug we laid out a while ago.

"W-well you see, I –it's okay if you say no and all- I was just wondering if my younger sister Rin, would be able to join our clan? I mean -like me- she's really fast, probably faster than me, and she's a natural at throwing knives and using a pistol." I feel my eyes widen a little at the request, Len isn't someone who would ask for something, no matter what it was. So hearing a request like that really surprises me.

"Does she have anything else to offer? Len, I know she's your sister, but we are the strongest known clan despite only having 4 members, if we get a fifth then they're going to have to be really good. Does she have any other traits or skills?" I ask and lean forward on the seat I had taken whilst talking.

"W-well…because we live alone, she has most of the housework skills, cooking and cleaning. Things like that. She's also pretty silent when she moves." Len lowers his head and avoids eye contact. I probably would have accepted if he had kept eye contact with me.

"Len, for one, I have Kiyoteru for my housework things and two, I'm going to have to decline. But, if you personally train your sister a bit more and she works up her skills, bring her to me personally and if she doesn't have determination or confidence then I'm going to decline again." I get up from my chair; a little disappointed that Len couldn't offer me more turning towards the exit. I was expecting more to be honest.

Don't get me wrong, Len is amazing. Due to his small stature, -despite him being 17- he can act and dress as a child beggar seeing as most people have a soft spot for them, he can make a bit of money. I've offered to pay for him -seeing as I'm a little more than rich- but he refused, saying that he and his sister had to earn it themselves. He is also quieter than a mouse when he wants to be, which makes him amazing at close ranged combat, which he specializes in.

Pulling out my phone, I dial a number and after a few rings, it picks up. "Hey." A blunt greeting, just how I like it.

"IA, just confirming the pickup warehouse, still number 14?" Blunt over detailed, that's my style.

"Yes. Bye."

"Later."

I close my phone and put it back in my pocket. Ugh, will this fucking rain ever stop? it's only getting heavier and heavier as time goes by. I walk quickly to the warehouse that was decided where I will pick up my things, by now it was 2:30 and the lights around flicker and the moon not giving any light just make it all the more harder to see.

After 20 minutes of walking, I finally find myself outside warehouse 14, which happens to be on the opposite side of my clan's warehouse in a whole different line of warehouses. I open the door casually and see nothing, only darkness, as the lights over here aren't working.

Then out of fucking nowhere, IA pops in front of me, not only scaring the shit out of me, oh no, she was holding a fucking grenade. She smiles and walks further into the darkness, motioning for me to follow her, if that isn't creepy then I don't know what is.

I follow her nonetheless; she is an ally after all. Just as she was about to hand me the grenade, lighting flashed outside, giving me a brief view of just how many crates she got this month. It was a bloody lot. But the thing that surprised me the most wasn't the amount of crates she got, nope, the thing that surprised me was the crash that came after it. And no, it wasn't a thunder type of crash, because thunder isn't usually followed by a loud voice yelling 'fuck!' nor is it followed by loud footsteps and a flash of blue hair running away.

Chapter 1 finish.