One day later...

The taxi door flung open, almost hitting a pedestrian on the sidewalk. The scent of booze immediately hit Tomoki Kuroki's nose. This was it. "Keep the change." He said, throwing a wad of bills at the driver as he stepped onto the sidewalk. Even though it was daytime, the neon sign was still prominent. What did it say, you might ask? You know damn well what it says, you're reading a fucking Yakuza fanfiction.

Tomoki began walking. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew that sooner or later, he'd find what he was looking for. He remembered coming downstairs this morning, finding his mother in tears. She explained to him that Tomoko had run off, and that Tomoko wasn't answering her phone. Kamurocho was her destination, and Mrs. Kuroki immediately assumed the worst possible scenario.

Tomoki knew better. His sister was always getting into stupid shit. He told his mother that he'd find her, and bring her home. All he asked for was cab money.

Tomoki's thoughts were soon interrupted. "Oi! Kid! I haven't seen your face around here, before!"

A man wearing a cheap letterman jacket walked up to Tomoki. He was accompanied by two other men, one had a shitty pompadour, and the last man had an obviously fake leather jacket. The fake leather was starting to come off.

"You're new here, aren't you? Well, let me introduce myself! I'm the king around these parts, and as one of my subjects, you gotta pay your dues! So cough up all your cash!"

Our green-eyed hero sighed, "Goddammit. As if I have enough shit to put up with..."

Pompadour-guy laughed. "You don't wanna give it to us? Guess we'll just beat you up and take it, then!" With a mighty roar, the man charged towards Tomoki, his fist raised, ready to swing at the young lad.

It was a clumsy attack, to say the least. Tomoki may not have been an experienced fighter, but he was an amazing soccer player: He had fast reflexes, and had a kick that could knock the wind out of a man. Or worse. He easily sidestepped the man's punch, and tripped him in the process, causing him to fall teeth first into the steel of a nearby parked car. Tomoki watched the man tumble to the concrete, before delivering a concussion-giving stomp to Pompadour-guy's cranium.

Next up was Fake-Leather. He charged in blindly, as well. Tomoki delivered a mighty kick to the man's right shin. This kick was so powerful, so brutal, it snapped Fake-Leather's femur in half. Pain shot up his body as he tumbled to the ground. He looked down in horror at his limp leg, and passed out from shock.

With both of his friends unconscious, things seemed bleak for Letterman Jacket. This kid, this... Fucking punk-ass kid just spat in the face of the numbers game. Sweat was pouring from his brow. It was only about 70 degrees out, but it felt like 134. With no other option left to him, letterman-jacket cut his losses and surrendered to Tomoki. "Shit, you're just as tough, if not tougher... F-fine, just take this and leave us alone!" The man threw about 10,000 yen in bills at Tomoki, along with a bottle of the popular health drink Staminan XX. Tomoki pocketed it all.

With his loot in hand, Tomoki left the scene, letting Letterman Jacket tend to his two friends as he continued into Kamurocho.

"Good morning."

Tomoko sat up from the couch, groggily. She got in a decent amount of sleep for once in her life, but she still felt like she needed at least 7 more hours. She looked over at Akiyama, the man whom had awoken her. It took her a moment to remember why she was there.

"Hope you slept well, because today's your first day at work." The previous night, when he recruited Tomoko, he offered her a place to crash for the night. After all, it was late, and he needed to make sure that Tomoko was on top of her game when she started her new job as a hostess. He would need time to make sure of that.

After a quick rub of her eyes, Tomoko nodded. Akiyama responded with a nod of his own. "Alright, first stop, we're getting you a dress."

"W-w-what?! A d-d-dress?!" Even though she was technically awake, this was the part when she truly woke up. Akiyama nodded again, "Mhm. Gotta make sure you look your best. After that, we'll style up your hair, then makeup, then I'll teach you the ropes."

Maybe this was a bad idea. But, Tomoko realized that she had gone in too deep. There was turning back, now. She nodded again, "B-b-but... How am I gonna pay for that stuff...?"

A nice chuckle left Akiyama, "Who said that you were gonna pay for it?"

Wait... He was going to pay for it? Tomoko turned a bright red. She turned even redder when she realized that Akiyama knew that she was blushing, when she saw him smirk. "I make plenty of money. I can afford it. Just point out what you want, and I'll get it for you."

"This guy, he really knows how to pull at a girls strings... I have to be careful." Tomoko thought to herself, "I'll still go along with him, but I'll keep an eye on him! I'll keep a really good eye..." Tomoko gave Akiyama one last nod, letting him know that she was ready to head out.

"GODDAMMIT!" He was never really fond of drawing attention to himself, but to Tomoki, yelling was the only way to let out his rage. None of the hotels had seen his sister, leaving him with no leads on her whereabouts. Perhaps his mother was right to worry... No, this wasn't the time to think about stuff like that. She was okay, she was just getting into stupid shit. But what kind of stupid shit? Why would she come to Kamurocho? The otaku shops alone wouldn't be enough to make his sister spend the night here. No, there had to be some other reason.

A passing couple caught Tomoki's ear. "I heard you started working at that hostess club, how's that?" It all started coming together. He remembered how his sister had fucked up his coffee, he remembered the program she was watching, on that hostess girl. He even remembered that she started carrying around a lighter. She wanted to be a hostess. But what kind of club would accept her? With a new lead in hand, Tomoki headed off to MEB. The taxi driver had told him about the place. He needed to know where the hostess clubs were. He would narrow them down, one by one, until he found his sister. Then he would drag her home by the hair. A little payback for making him and the rest of the family go through this.