Cain knew his priorities, and they were all easy to get. He was a simple man with simple wants. Cigarettes, liquor, and some privacy. That's all he allowed himself to think about. His mind was blank with rage, and he wanted to keep it blank no matter what it took.

His first stop was at an ATM. Cain drew out the maximum allowed, fifty thousand yen. Ren had millions; money was no object for him. It never was. He went to stick the wad of bills in his pocket, and gazed upon the Japanese drivers' license. Tsuruga Ren smiled back up at him, and Cain felt his temple pulse. He slammed the wallet shut, and shoved the yen in his back pocket.

He wandered around until he came upon convenience store. The neon "11-7" sign glowed in the deep twilight. The young girl behind the counter chirped happily at the jingle of the door.

"Welcome!"

The looming black figure went straight to the cashier. He glanced angrily at the sweet little frame behind the counter, but she didn't cower. Instead she beamed brighter and asked how she could help him.

"Newports," Cain said simply.

"Ohla! Not many people come in asking for the foreign brands." She giggled as she turned around to retrieved a box. Her black twin tails fluttered behind her. Cain gazed at them with an odd sense of déjà vu. His lips turned down to a deeper frown, and looked at the floor before she could turn around.

"Here you are sir." She placed the cancer sticks on the counter, and went to ring up his purchase. "Would you like a bag for that?"

He slapped down a ten thousand bill and picked up the carton.

"Wait sir, your change!" She called out to him, but he left the store just as hastily and silently as he entered. The sliding door jingled behind him.

He spotted a taxi pulling up nearby, and a couple waiving it down. Smiling darkly, he walked right past them, and entered the taxi without a word.

"Get me a drink," Cain growled at the driver. He glanced at the stunned couple, and then at his new passenger. The cabbie nodded quickly. He knew these types of people, how to treat them and where they belonged.

They drove as the night settled down in Tokyo. The cab parked in front of a hole in the wall, in the rough part of town.

*

Cain looked down at his black shirt. He could see faint wet spots, where her tears had splashed onto the material. He went to take another swig of beer, and found it empty. Cain hunched over the bar, and slid the bottle to the side. The empty bottle joined the widening collection of empty glasses. He raised his hand for another drink, and the bartender handed him another bottle of beer. The beer tasted like alcoholic piss, but he didn't care about the taste. He took another swig. He would have lost count on how many he had, had he bothered to count.

"Hey man…why don't you share the wealth, hmm?"

A whiskered man pulled up a bar stool next to the dark man, eying his beer steadily. He then glanced at the man's black jean pocket, and noticed the wad of bills protruding from it. His dirty yellow teeth widened into a grin, and he reached for his pocket switch blade.

"Ling, you bum," The bartender muttered halfheartedly. He was use to this in his bar. "Get outta here."

Cain made no movement except for his arm, as he raised the beer bottle for another guzzle. Ling, sensing his chance, swung out his arm and caught Cain's neck in a strangle. The knife nicked the man's throat. Still, Cain drank deeply. He didn't even bother to move as his Adam's apple grazed the blade with each swallow.

"Gimmie your money!" the thief said, eying the man's pocket.

Cain put the bottle down, and glanced back at his would be attacker. Ling began to shake, and his knife grew slick in his sweaty palm. He swallowed and tried again.

"Gimmie your money!"

He suddenly struck; Cain grabbing his arm like a snake pierced its victim. Ling tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. Cain started to squeeze his wrist, until the knife clattered out of his hand and onto the wooden bar's floor. Still, he squeezed harder, and Ling started shouting for him to let go.

Pulling the attacker's arm over his head, he grabbed Ling's blond hair, and shoved him into the bar counter. The bar's few patrons left in a flash, and the bartender purposely exited to the back room. No one wanted to be a witness.

Ling looked up, his eyes brimming over with salt water, his nose leaking. He started to quiver uncontrollably, as the dark man's smile pierced him.

Grabbing a bottle, and breaking it over the counter, Cain smiled darkly at his prey.

The sound of screaming filled the night air.

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Some people are just too stupid to sense danger.

I hope Ren doesn't kill him.

I've already started the next chapter. I was debating which character I should post first, but Ren won. Something about his dangerous side, makes him really fun to imagine and write about.