Japan, Tokyo
1995, Monday
XXX Town*
First Person POV*
"Life's so boring. I should go home by now," I muttered, glancing at my watch before leaving the bank. My part-time shift was finally over.
"It's too dark tonight," I whispered to myself, noticing the bright moon and the glittering stars. Midnight had already crept in, a reminder of the extra hours I worked for a little more cash in my pocket.
After picking up some groceries from the market, I arrived at my small house. "Finally, I'm home…? Huh." This house, inherited after my parents' death in a terrorist attack, felt more like a sanctuary than a home, a silent witness to my solitude.
As I stepped into the garden, my heart froze. Three wounded women lay sprawled on the ground, bleeding profusely. I screamed out of sheer terror.
"Hey! Who are you, and what are you doing in my lawn—" My words were cut short as someone came up behind me, pressing a long, sharp blade against my neck. It was another woman.
"Shut up and pick them up, boy. If you want to live long," she hissed. Our eyes met, and I had the strange feeling I had seen those eyes before. "Take them to your house NOW!"
With no other choice, I complied, lifting one of the women as I led them inside without complaint.
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I managed to carry one woman to the bedroom, which was spacious compared to the other rooms. I gently laid her down to rest.
"Don't even think about acting smart or playing the hero. Either way, you'll end up with a shorter life," the blonde woman threatened again. She had long, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, full lips, and a beauty mark under the right side of her mouth. Her curvaceous figure was unmistakable, particularly her very large breasts.
"You don't want me to heal their wounds, do you?" I asked, shedding the pretense of being a naive young boy and speaking with the confidence of a man. She raised her blade, inches from my neck.
"Can you heal them? Do you have a superpower? Which faction do you belong to?" She bombarded me with questions, suspicion clouding her gaze.
"They're going to die any second. So make your decision quick. Kill me and let them die," I said, pausing for effect. My frustration boiled over, breaking my façade of foolishness.
"..." She stared at me blankly, slowly moving her blade away.
"Or allow me to save their DAMN LIVES!!" I shouted, pointing at her wounded companions. Her eyes darted to them, seeing their precarious state. Despite her mistrust, she was conflicted and, after a moment of hesitation, surrendered to the necessity of saving them.
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The treatment didn't take much time as it was general first aid and cleaning. Moreover the wounds were not too lethal or life threatening yet when they were outside the injuries did look serious ignoring the obvious I did the best I could.
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After my work was done in my room I found the blond with the Katana in my kitchen looking for food.
"Why do you drink such a strong drink, alcohol is not for children." Hearing her remark as she shamelessly took out beverages from my refrigerator pissed me off but I kept my cool for a while till she lowered her guard.
"That none of your concern, any who you are? Mind explaining?" I asked in a serious tone as I still had no idea about their identity apart from the obvious Yakuza/Gangster behavior and tattoos.
"My name's Rangiku." She said, taking a sip from the glass of alcohol and continued with little explanation.
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"That's a lot to take," I said after hearing her out. I understood who they were and their newest situation.
Well for starters they are the 3rd most notorious Yakuza gang in the whole japan with international support and government backing. There is a gang called Gotei 13, thousands of women and men working under them and currently at fight with the Hands and Vandenreich 4th and 5th ranked gang in japan.
And the current top leaders are Kirio Hikifune, Senjumaru Shutara, Unohana Retsu. And these three are the wounded women upstairs while Rangiku is a Lieutenant rank.
As for organization rank. Top leader Executive/Captain Lieutenant Squad leader Folder.
"Indeed for a civilian that is, so now it is your turn to spill the beans. Who are you?" She asked and put the bottle aside. "I will talk after I take a bath, thanks to you all I smell like shit." I complained.
"Well for a boy compromised better than I ever thought you would. Anyway just because you are a boy I will let things slide for a while. But if you take my kind for granted I will do unspeakable things to you." She said and warned me at last.