It's all Sunshine and Rainbows!

"Bon appétit le matin, N'est pas signe de chagrin, Il faut boire et bien manger, Pour garder bonne santé." Villetta sang as she stood on a stool mixing a large vat of what appeared to be chocolate milk. A giant canister of nesquick, lie on the floor with a small line of chocolate power spilled out. To her left were several triple-decker peanut butter and jelly sandwiches which were her signature favorite snack. "Bon appétit le midi, N'est pas signe de souci, Il faut boire et bien manger, Pour garder bonne santé." A child within the confines of the Yakuza was a highly uncommon thing in itself. But if one were to see one, they would assume that the child was either extremely lost, kidnapped, or the offspring of the Boss. But never would they think that she was among the ranks, especially not the Higher ranks. Villetta was more dangerous than she let on, a half-eaten corpse lay behind a tarp, only the hand crept from behind the curtain. The poor soul forgot about Villetta's tantrum's. She doesn't take kindly to being criticized on how she should act. "Bon appétit le soir, N'est pas signe de désespoir, Il faut boire et bien manger, Pour garder bonne santé" She finished her little concoction and leaped down from her stool. Her black lace night gown fluttering as she did so.

She grabbed a large cup and filled it with Chocolate milk and grabbed a couple sandwiches. She entered into the dining area, and sat down. Kicking her small legs back and forth as she ate the food greedily. A large briefcase sat on the table as well, the contents would be filled to the brim with cash. She had been sent to collect from a nearby "Gang". They were late on the "Insurance and Operational" payments this last month. The Gang is about six members shorter, and a large sum of money poorer. This was a guarantee they would not be late on next month. But this did not mean they did not need to pay next month. Villetta wasn't the type to cut breaks, which was the reason she was so highly ranked. She had a secret that only a few in the Yakuza knew of. That she had another form, a form no one wished for her to show. This small little girl was a Monster hiding in human flesh. Yet, she was so innocent looking. As she chewed her food and rudely slurped her chocolate milk, she hummed another Rouenian children's song.

In one of the Yakuza cribs - and I assure they have many - a song can be heard. A song that not anyone can understand but those who belong to a fallen island and no one from the yakuza belonged there, for the yakuza are mainly Aerugese.

A song can be heard. Tomoe can hear it, the voice of a young child. A young child with certain features widely known within the ranks of the yakuza, for she is the shateigashira. She only and directly answers to the oyabun. What kind of feats she did to claim such trust ? What kind of shady dealings her hands dabbled in ? What kind of powers she held ? How she climbed the ladder too quickly ? Is she really a child ? Or is she a monster ? Or is she both ?

Yes, Tomoe heard the whispers in every corner she goes about a child with that features, the features of non aerugese. The whispers told her that this girl really redefined the meaning of dangerous into 'Dangerous HD' - you can't buy that anywhere, only at yakuza stores - The whispers too told her not to piss this little girl off or you will end up like...

Like that guy half-eaten behind the tarp and his hand was his only mark. Seriously, as a Kyodai she wanted to tell her underlings to clean up this mess but to tell the truth no one would really have the courage to do so. This may anger someone shouldn't be angered. And the 'Kitsune' too didn't want to be eaten by the 'ryuu'.

So instead, The mangaka chose to sit in one of the tables. She brought out her drawing equipment and sketch. She watched and observed the too young shateigashira like Aragorn did to Frodo baggins at the prancing pony. Under the spotlight she was hooded by her own nightly hair as her bangs shaded her dark eyes. She picked up the pen...

And she drew, she drew quickly and she drew many many things.

Villetta noticed Tomoe. She slowed in her chewing, and then grabbed a sandwich. She was eating one in one hand, and holding another in the other as she crossed to Tomoe. Her innocent face tried to peek to see what Tomoe was drawing. She was easily entertained, but equally so as easy to anger. "You want a sandwich? It's peanut, butter, and jelly!" Villetta did get lonely every so often, people in the Yakuza tend to avoid her if they could. Playing alone is only fun for some time, but the loneliness soon catches up to her. She guess her tantrums frightened people, but she normally only kills a man or two. Maybe she should stop killing their own men...nah. That was fun in it's own right.
"What you drawin'? I wanna see! Can you show me? Please please please please pleeeeaaasssseee!" Villetta wanted to see apparently. But she was sure to mask her excitement behind her enthusiastic pestering.

So the dragon became charmed by the Kitsune since the kitsune sole profession is to charm others and possess them. But she charmed a dragon nonetheless, she needs to tread carefully or she will end up like that man there.

The Mangaka took the offer of generosity with gratitude shown in a clapped hands and with a bow she concealed her emotionless face that rarely smiles lest she anger pestilence. She took the Sandwich, took a bite and certainly she was enjoying it. Because seriously who wouldn't. It is peanut, butter and jelly. Wait a second, doesn't she fear over-weight ? Well, Welcome to RP land, here no one goes over weight.

The dragon showed great interest in the Kitsune magic, though strangely the dragon itself is full of magic. The kitsune thought to herself how she can reach for the dragon safely ? Simply to break the ice between them. The kitsune will simply act like the dragon and not a dragon. You don't follow up ? Hagoromo Gitsune is going childish too.

Tomoe hid her drawings away, Really, Do you really want to see them ? She paused for a second I fear that you might not like what you are going to see She softened - a bit - her voice as with her closed sketch book covered her lower face only to show her black eyes as act of shyness. I really...want..to...show them to you. Would you like to see them ?

Now how the dragon will act ? Will she play along or throw a tantrum ?

"Really, Do you really want to see them?" Was she deaf or just stupid? Villetta's cheeks began to puff out, a clear sign that a tantrum was about to ensue. "I fear that you might not like what you are going to see" Oh it was timidness that made her retract from Villetta...She calmed down. So she wasn't being stingy. Good, it would be bad to report that another Yakuza died because she didn't get her way. "I really...want..to...show them to you. Would you like to see them?" Villetta blushed slightly. She was adorable, well in a Gothic Princess themed way. Villetta took a finishing bite of her sandwich and then nodded with her big eyes that she wanted to see them.

Talent in the Family was a rarity, most did not express themselves in public. Well for one reason it seemed to be a waste of time, and to be looked upon wasting time meant you were wasting opportunities to make money for the Family. She remembered in the Early Days, how people couldn't even speak out of turn without bodily reprimand. Now its all about preserving the trust between ranks. Villetta was one who clung to the old ways, which was why she was Shateigashira. Even if they didn't agree completely with her Ideology, she had never once failed to complete her assignment.

However, the docile nature and controlled hormones of an pubescent body held her emotions in check for the most part. In her adult form, she was a whirlwind of emotions. She is the definition of the phrase, "Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn" In the Old days, she had even tangled with a Homunculus...the outcome was not in her favor, but not many can boast a combat scene with a Homunculus and live to tell the tale. "I really wanna see"

Makoto Kiyoshino was having one of those days. He woke up late--WAY too late. It was too late for breakfast and even too late for lunch. Staring off into space for a moment, he immediately stood up and began his day by cursing: the best way to start a day...save for the fact that he was upset. Staying out all night at a Stripper Bar had not been his intention of a perfect Saturday night. Curses! He dug his hands through his honey brown hair and kicked off the sheets. Working for his father outright sucked sometimes... He had been coerced by their client into a drinking war. Instead of using their fists, they had used their livers for once. Mako had obviously won considering the weight of the hangover he was currently experiencing full blast. He had a headache up the kazoo, his throat hurt, his eyes didn't want to move, his veins felt like tubes of poison, and the world was still pretty wobbly. No wonder he slept until the sun sank again. Well, FUCK YOU. He flipped off the ceiling, hoping the sun would see it through both the brick and the encroaching night.

"...I want pudding."

And brushing the alcohol from his teeth infused that desire even more strongly. He exited the bathroom with wet hair, black sweat pants, black muscle shirt, and velvet slippers, and made a bee-line for the kitchen. There, he saw Tomoe and Ville doing their thing. He flung open the fridge only to have it suddenly occur to him that he wasn't in his house. Fuck--what?! He had been so damn drunk that he had come to the Yamaguchi-gumi's HQ in Edo!? Well, since he had been drinking in the city, his house was a good six hours away in Hyogo... Maybe it was a wiser decision on his part. Wait...maybe he wasn't the one that had made that decision? Mumbling to himself, he yanked out five things of pudding and a spoon. Carrying it mindlessly over to one of the tables, he sat down. "I really...want..to...show them to you. Would you like to see them?" Eh? See? See what!? Mako finished swallowing a giant spoonful of pudding and turned to look at what the two girls were actually--

Was that a dead body? IN. THE. KITCHEN?! ...Hanya? Mako blinked chestnut-colored eyes and took a deep breath. Okay. He could accept that. There was...just a rotting corpse in the kitchen...a hand flopped out with yellow finger nails and a pool of blood creeping out from under the tarp over it. That...that was acceptable. Well, at least the tarp prevented his brunch from being disturbed completely... Ugh. He turned his head back towards them. "I really wanna see." SEE FUCKING WHAT?! He inched closer and hung over the side of the table to get a look whilst taking another bite of his pudding. Fucking needed painkillers... And water!! Wat-- But there was a corpse right by the refrigerator. He hadn't notice before. He wasn't fucking going over there again. His stomach wasn't exactly...stable at this point. Okay it wasn't acceptable.

"What I don't want to see is a fucking corpse in the kitchen."

Villetta looked up at Makoto, whom she treated like an older brother more than anything. The only one she would allow to scold and treat her like a child. She couldn't remember if he had seen her true form, perhaps if he had he might feel slightly attracted to that form. If he had not slept with her already. Ten years in the Yakuza was a hard thing to remember small details about her sexual exploits. Especially as a woman of the Yakuza. Before she could express her glee, he snapped. "What I don't want to see is a fucking corpse in the kitchen." She looked at the body and pretty much forgot about it. She crossed the room with little sound. She peeked under the tarp, and frowned. She grabbed the tarp and lifted the body effortlessly with a single hand. This girl was a Monster mascaraing as child. She tossed it outside, several cries of shock erupted, before her small voice barked out an order. "Garbage." She skipped back into the room, and grabbed a mug of Chocolate milk. She drank it and then remembered Makoto.

"MAKI MAKI!" It wasn't a clever nickname for Makoto, but it was one that Villetta loved to use. It involved taking his first name and last name and mashing them together as she described it. She raced over and embraced his back, he still smelled of booze, but it was mixed with Chocolate Pudding. Two smells she was used to smelling coming from her Maki. "I had no idea you were here, MaKi. No one told me! I would have made you breakfast!" She released him and puffed out her cheeks upset that she couldn't cook for him. She had discovered a way to make chocolate pudding pancakes, and she wanted him to try them. Admittedly they were kind of thick and one could probably only eat ONE, but she was proud of her concoction.

The dragon decided to open the pandora box. She insisted in doing so and changed and shifted her attitude and so the Kitsune adapted and she was about to shift roles from Aragorn heir of Isildur to graceful lady galadrial, lady of light. Snd would show Pestilence that mirror that showed the things that were, the things that are and some things that have not yet come to pass.

Someone who supposed to be in Hyogo popped up from nowhere unexpectedly. Tomoe hands didn't move and didn't show what was inside her sketchbook after saying her proposal to the old one disguised as young.

"What I don't want to see is a fucking corpse in the kitchen." the waka said. And that when the kitsune technique of charming halted and stopped interrupted by the loud voice of the one she is loyal to. Her nine tails didn't have the time to surround and hold the dragon for her to tame. But no problem...

The young girl with her young body showed a great forms of agility that sound itself didn't follow her. With a strength - a sleeping beast - her body never showed. She grabbed the body as it was a five things of pudding or simply it was nothing outside only to be described as 'garbage' in turn hailed by cries.

To tell the truth, The assassin in black an white didn't like what she saw. A yakuza member to be killed like that in cold blood and thrown out in cold blood and being forgotten in cold blood. Where is the sense of the brotherhood ? Where is the sense of the camaraderie ? They are the decedents of the samurai, the yakuza always considered themselves noble as such. If he did something really wrong then a yubitsume would be in order.

But then again a Kyodai can not doubt her Yakuza top guns in an open explicit words. She kept what she felt to herself and never showed it because - well - showing emotions is not her cup special. She looked at her 'waka' after standing up bowing - as her black hood that is her hair adorning her head shaded her eyes colored as night - to the royalty he is, son of the kumicho wishing him a good morning.

Ohayou Gozaimasu...Waka-sama she said and with that her bow ended.

The shateigashira returned calling him in a short version of his name followed only by telling him that she knew not of his presence and if she knew, she would have prepared breakfast. And a breakfast it would be, Chocolate pudding pancakes were quickly executed in no time.

So she can cook. she thought, The mangaka is good at many things but cooking is not one of them and that's why she really loved instant noodles because they are instant and for a small moment her eyes took the dark mantle of envy. Well, Waka-sama. what are you going to do ? This pancakes can be booby trap ? Let's hope it tastes well.

Oh yeahhhhhhhh he had slept with Ville, but that was all they had done: sleep. It was back in the day before Mako was the embodiment of awesome. He had gotten grazed on a job from an opposing gang. That was back when Ville had first come to them from god knows where. They weren't exactly on close terms, but when their entire back up was shot down in a fray of machine gun fire, Ville had been the one to drag him, bleeding everywhere, out of it. After that, he woke up on a bed with a little girl curled up next to him and a freezing cold wet cloth on his face. The bandages were sloppy as shit, but he could tell that Ville had tried. Yeah, he owed his life to her, but Ville's older form owed him her virginity. In Makoto's mind, Ville and Villetta were two different entities. If he saw them as the same person, he'd lose it. That's right, bitches he wasn't a fucking pedo; she obviously looked way older when he bedded her. It was...complicated.

"MAKI MAKI!" UGH...HIS HEAD. HAVE SOME RESPECT YOU LITTLE GOOD FOR NOTHING--okay the nickname was cute. BUT IT WASN'T HIS FUCKING NAME. The body was gone now so he could inhale water and possibly take an entire bottle of painkillers, but... she had tossed it outside. Now they had a shit ton of blood to clean up... He moaned aloud and massaged his temples. Living shouldn't happen today... His back was suddenly met with warmth and he didn't need to open his eyes to know what was hugging him. Yes, what. "I had no idea you were here, Maki. No one told me! I would have made you breakfast!"

"Yeah, I had no idea I was here either, but you can still make me breakfast." It was a win-win situation. She would enjoy making the breakfast and he would enjoy eating it...along with the five things of chocolate pudding. Though her pouting face was kind of cute...maybe he should...pursue aggravating her further. He lowered his voice to a deep whisper. "That is...if you don't--"

"Ohayou Gozaimasu...Waka-sama" Makoto turned his head and blinked wildly. Oh yeah. He had almost forgot about Tomoe.

"Yo," he replied, light brown eyes ablaze with his next words, "what are you drawing over there? Porn??" He laughed, hoping to extort a blush out of her or some sign of embarrassment. Emotions and Tomoe didn't exactly go hand in hand. That was why it was Mako's fucking job to make sure they did. He removed himself from the scene before he could get smacked and retrieved a glass of water, drank it, poured another, and then scavenged for the painkillers that were most likely empty. "Field trip to the convenience store anyone?"

Villetta smiled. She COULD make him breakfast still! YAY! She raced to refrigerator and looked for the things she'd need. They had three eggs...three...what the fuck? Who ate all the eggs? Well it looked like she would need to go to the store anyway. "I'll come MaKi" She reached up and pulled the ribbons from her hair, sending her hair cascading down her body. She took two steps toward her own room, within that small time frame, she had grown a foot and a few inches, and put on significant weight. Her body blossomed into adulthood, as if it were natural. The dress she was wearing was reduced to a mere halter top due to the expansion of her chest, the panties she was wearing hugged her frame to such a degree one would think they would snap at any moment. "Some jackass ate all the eggs, seems I need butter too. Gimme a sec to change" The change in her voice was apparent, but the softness of her tone and her Rouenian accent was more prevalent. With that she was gone from the room.

She return a couple minutes later, sporting a white t-shirt, and some denim jeans. The T-shirt was cut so that it stopped just above her naval. She wore a pair of high-top sneakers, which were exquisitely designed in the form of high-heels. Villetta bought them for their comfort, and becasue she thought they were badass. Her hands went up to her hair, as she pulled it back and tied it with both ribbons so that they fanned behind her head. Villetta, in her adult form, despised make-up. Though as a natural beauty she really did not need it, but even so she would never be caught using any. "Ready?" She slipped a roll of bills into her front pocket, normally this was a bad idea in any situation. The advertisement of such a large sum money was usually not the best idea in the world, but between the presence of Makoto -A well known face of the Yakuza - And Villetta's cold nature in this form, she was afraid of little in this world.

Yo, it seems that her drawings caught his attention in a way or another however..what are you drawing over there? Porn?? OK, his extortion reversely succeeded. She only raised her right eyebrow. It seems waka-sama is trying to tease her. Really, is he trying to tease her ? Tomoe can not be teased.

Waka-sama. I indulge myself in many forms of art and 'Porn' is not one of them. She said calmly with her doll-like face. Waka-sama shouldn't have tried that move, he is now within the kitsune's sarcasm range.

Lady villetta checked the refrigerator and declared that she is coming and what happened next. Human evolution, or is it human revolution ? No, it is human revolution. The shateigashira declared revolution over her own clothes that struggled too much trying to stop invasion on many fronts.

Now what the hell was that ? What just happened ? The PS3 owner thought to herself. Lady villeta is actually lady ALMA in disguise. But wait a sec, She hugged the waka and he is still there standing alive. He didn't go mummy. Nononono...he didn't Ah, she is a different version of Alma. Anyway is this her second form ?

Some jackass ate all the eggs, seems I need butter too. Gimme a sec to change The mangaka's eyes and ears trailed Alma as she disappeared. So anyone taking anything from this refrigerator to eat or drink makes him or her a jackass ? Then for what and why refrigerators are made for ?

The educated and academic young Kyodai couldn't understand such logic. Though she was intrigued by how the woman was able to change sizes at command. The college student is studying anatomy and this actually inspired her to study the whole course of medicine. Maybe becoming a doctor is a good idea. Doctors have a good income and a bright future.

Oh, The mangaka found herself in front of the jackass refrigerator used only by jackasses. Is this some kind of new invention or something ? She opened the thing, found a bottle of milk, picked the bottle, opened it and spilled it on the ground as it mingled with the already blood on the floor giving away that cool color of strawberry.

Then her orbs of midnight black stared at the 'true' one It seems we need milk, Waka-sama. I shall come too. after throwing the bottle in the trashcan. She returned to her sketch book putting everything back into her bag.

Ready?

The lady in black and white looked at them both. After you both. and waited for them to lead the way.

For those who didn't get the hint. she was actually sarcastic in both her thinking and actions. And she wanted any kind of excuse to join this convenient store campaign. Now, the question is why ?

Because you can't leave hell fires - fast and furious - embodiment of awesome and plague - childish and HD dangerous - embodiment of death with their UHD dangerous mix of 'awesome death' to go out with each other like that without someone keeping an eye on them. DAMMIT, those two will attract much unneeded and unwanted attention and the Yakuza usually prefers to do their things in the dark. And certainly, she didn't want any kind of situation to escalate to that level of saints row.

Simply...

She is out with them not to protect them from the world but to protect the world from them.

"Tokyo, Tokyo, a voi dico ciao! Ciao, ciao, mio Tokyo, darmi il benvenuto!" a spasmodic voice called out to the darkening streets of Edo, carrying across the hawkish winter breeze. A silver haired gaijin, owner of the sporadic conglomeration of high tenors and chirpy falsettos, waltzed about the crowded streets of the enormous Aerugese city. Happily prancing about in his rather....eccentric outfit, once might think that this man was some otaku cosplayer, dressed in a long periwinkle one piece outfit and a half-arm's length shawl-like cape. His head gear too, was unique in appearance, another thing to make people stare from afar or avert their gaze from when close. Large, over-sized earphones that hummed an old opera score from several decades ago, and rounded visor, tinted dark violet, which covered his eyes, sat upon his head and face.

The music was assuring, it assured him of life and its vigor, of his existence, the woman's vibrant soprano, the humming and singing of the bows that danced across the strings of dozens of violins, they made such beautiful colours, oh so beautiful. Yet, the visor he wore, an LED computer screen with custom corrective vision software, imported from Carraig, was a necessary evil. It dulled the colours, it made the world he saw clearer, it made it easier to focus yet....a world without the shapeles, running, radiant colours that twirled and danced through the cold winter's air was a world stricken dead, robbed of its life. Oh how he'd love to see the hues this city had to offer, with all its cacophonous sounds, the traffic, the shouting, the symphony of rushed and hectic living. How he'd love to light it up, to exemplify it, to highlight it with havoc and chaos, to shape it into the surreal maelstrom of colour it ought to be! As an artist of God, as the apostle of vision, was it not his divine duty to do so!? Ah..but no..no, Pancrazio told him to go straight to the yamaguchi-gumi, he couldn't afford to enjoy the wonderful colours, no no, he'd get too distracted. Makoto was waiting there for him, he couldn't afford to be late.

Closer and closer, through the sea of people and lights, of shops and vehicles, he swam through it all, closer to his destination. Such beauty in this city, so splendid. "Do you see it, Nonno? Do you see the colourful lights? No no, they aren't as wonderful as heaven's colour, but I am not the only one who sees it!" exclaimed Vincente to himself excitedly, talking to a companion whom was not there, and had not been there for years. He glanced at a photo of the Yamaguchi-gumi, along with a printed map, glancing around for anything that seemed to match.

Aha! Here he was! This was the place, it matched the picture! So decorated, so ornate, with fine stone walls and arches overun with ornamental vines. It seemed so odd next to the towering, flashy colossuses that were the buildings of Edo, yet, the architecture and refined nature of this building reminded him of Ciliegia, of home. So unto the property and up to the entrance he pranced, halting at the door and tapping at it repeatedly with his clenched hand, humming the tune of Vesti La Giubba.

"Ohaaayouuuu, Go-zai-ma-su~♪" he sung, as the door swung open.

"Waka-sama. I indulge myself in many forms of art and 'Porn' is not one of them." His attention snapped back. Oh right, he had attempted to tease her, already knowing without a doubt that it would horribly fail. He smacked his fist into his hand and sighed up at the skylights. Oh why, oh why was this beautiful fox of a woman so hopeless?! She wasn't even sleepable yet...yet. He grinned sheepishly and descended his eyes back to her--a disapproving look. Fine then, be that way. He turned away back to his task, finding the bottle of what was it? Ibuprofen. He frowned awkwardly, fiddling with the lid that just WOULDN'T FUCKING OPEN. He tore the shit out of the thing, breaking the plastic piece by piece until a pile of white jagged shit lay on the floor at his slippered feet. It was...empty. He fucking called it. Throwing it at the wall in obvious anger, he turned back around with a scowl.

"I'll come MaKi." Goody. The refrigerator door opened and he just barely averted his eyes in time before getting blasted by the artificial lighting that would in all ways break his head. The door slammed shut with a sucking noise. He looked back over. "Some jackass ate all the eggs, seems I need butter too." ...DA FUCK!? Mako held his forehead with his palm. You know...the Edo office was not his playground. He was here enough, but not enough to fucking bitch at the assholes to restock the fridge when they were done wrecking havoc on the food supply. He bashed his fist lightly into the wall and...

"It seems we need milk, Waka-sama. I shall come too." He turned and blinked, staring bewilderingly at Tomoe. Then...what was that on the floor? He couldn't tell you what milk was made out of or where it came from aside from a convenience store, but he wasn't fucking dumb with what he could see. That there was spilled milk, but he sure as hell wasn't going to cry about it. That foxy lady sure did want to come with them. Mako shed a smirk and motioned at the black-haired woman to come along. But he saw Ville in the background suddenly burst against the size of her clothing. His eyes widened slightly and he ducked to the side. ...Hanya? Did she not just...? SHE FUCKING DID. WONDERFUL.

"Gimme a sec to change." No, what he wanted to do was RUN. He shot Tomoe a pained look. Runrunrunrunrunrun!!!! "Ready?" Too late. Her body was too distracting; he'd never find the painkillers he needed and--

"After you both." FINE. Makoto walked over the mixed milk and blood, calling into a random hallway where he knew suited men were standing at the ready.

"Get someone to clean this up." Sure enough:

"Yes Waka!" And that was that. He found the room he woke up in again and briefly changed into a more...formal attire, consisting of a black suit, shiny white shoes, and a top hat that fit easily over his slicked back hair and flat ponytail. Alright. He ducked out of the room in less then five minutes and whipped open the front door, already expecting the two ladies that were accompanying him to be on either shoulder. However...

"Ohaaayouuuu, Go-zai-ma-su~♪" happened. Just...what the fuck was some otaku gaijin cosplayer doing at the door of the most dangerous Yakuza in the world? He gave the stink eye and stepped forward until they weren't face to face, but that Mako was literally in in face.

"Who the fuck are you?"

This guy must be retarded or just plain stupid. To come to the front door of the Yakuza without invitiation was just as bad as poking a sleeping lion with a stick. Her left hand opened, as an ivory bone pushed itself through her skin. It was blade like and it kept extending until it reached the length of a Wakizashi and then the hilt formed, and finally the handle. She grasped the handle and moved to Makoto's back. Her face looked complacently over his shoulder, and at the Otaku freak. "This ain't a Convention kid, I'd suggest you reconsider entering and walk away while you still draw air." This wasn't an idle threat. The only reason he was still unharmed, was the fact Makoto was millimeters from the future corpse's body. She'd hate to get his shoes dirty, they were all clean and white. "Can I kill him Maki? I haven't killed anything in over 45 minutes...I'm getting antsy." She licked her lips, but it wasn't in a fashion of seduction. In fact, it was down right unsettling the way she was looking at him. The small drops of blood from her blade finally stopped falling as her wound on her palm had healed quickly after being opened.

She rested her blade on her shoulder. She knew Makoto very well, he loved the up close intimidation, but Villetta feared someone would take advantage of that one day. She would need to start reeling him back, he was a vital part of the Yakuza. He held respect and admiration, where Villetta ruled over everyone by fear or her beauty. However, she was the one who carried out the "suicide missions." She always seemed to return with a few scratches, but nothing more than that. As if she just bathed a cat or something. Everyone knew she was not to be toyed with, but when she was full grown...she was more than a Monster. She was viewed more of a Demon Goddess. Inhuman strength, durability, speed, her healing was hyper-accelerated, and to top things off she held an inhuman allure. The only time she acted tame was around Makoto, and only whispers were ever heard as to why that was. Villetta had her reasons as to why he was allowed certain privileges, but for now would do something to end this stare down. She moved in between them, shielding Makoto's torso from a possible attack, while seemingly exposing her lower back. She placed her right hand on Makoto's left breast, and looked at the newcomer. No one was allowed to be closer to Makoto than she, she'd sooner kill them than allow that. Her sword in her left hand, but at this point was an after-thought. She had more tricks than just the blade in her hand. One's this boy did not wish to find out she held.

Ok then, when the time for them to embark such a mysterious journey that held infinite possibilities of unknown incomes and outcomes. Their trip to the convenient store was indeed as has been told from before UHD dangerous and UHD goes for ultra high definition.

And it seems that journey began before it even starts or rather journey came to them on it's own feet with it's full - or semi maybe - mental capacity to their Edo headquarters. Seemly unwary of what lies behind that closed - pandora box - door. An 'ijin' somehow entered a place not many would dare to enter unless they have business with the ninkyō dantai or maybe have a wish of undoing.

Fires of hell enraged and violently burned. The foreigner would find himself within the vicinity of a death bringer cursing and soon it's 'will' will be done. And soon death will be. And indeed she came.

The vigil observer with her midnight hues saw an intriguing phenomena - for someone who studies anatomy - the unholy mother used her own metal to forge herself a weapon of choice and how beautiful her weapon was. A wakizashi made of ivory, it matched the deadly beauty of it's owner. The mangaka found herself a very intriguing material.

The blood headed who is always hot accepts every challenge with bloody vigor. He would accept challenges from anyone and from anything. The woman who holds him dear is always there - due to some reasons of her own - to prevent any harm that may approach him with her supernatural powers. Both seems close to each other and it seems the woman is over protective. And why is that ? The mangaka's eyes glimmered, it seems she found her new muse for such a new manga. And all what she needs is the name..

Awesome death...

It rang within the halls of her mind and it seems that she will have a role too in that new art of hers. The unholy mother was craving for death since she is death herself. It was just 45 minutes ago since her last kill. The assassin in black and white kept such note to herself to be always wary and vigilant around her under such time intervals. Fire brings death, Lady villetta guarded her master with a an ivory wakizashi at hand and the other found itself to the waka's chest exposing her back to danger. It seems the Mangaka got her manga's cover as well.

However The okinawan yakuza is different than both her wakagashira and shateigashira. One of them saw challenges, the other saw death and the last saw life. This foreigner didn't come here to die. The kitsune sensed an unarmed danger, a danger that didn't show any kind of hostility and so she chose to intervene as her nine tails showed playful movements. That piece of art - though weird - is not going to wither this day, that is what her mangaka eyes told her.

So she - in black and white - stepped forward cautiously like a fox avoiding the burning and deadly awesome death springing her hidden guns targeting the foreigner's both head and heart with the boldness of a wolf taking her very steps daringly to force the 'Gaijin' backwards forming a ridge between him and an impending death. We need not anymore spilled blood as there is no more milk to spill and that will force her to use yogurt instead.

What brings you here foreigner to such foundation of doing and undoing ? She paused only to speak more in nonchalant but derisively cute tone. Speak or ill will befall you.

Michael did enjoy every time he went to Aerugo. It was just so nice to see such a different culture. It even made up the fact that they had such a crappy brands of chocolate. But it wasn't that much of a deal. Less greater chocolate wasn't the end of the world for him. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it. Michael had already started eating it, even though he was still walking towards his destination. An Yakuza hideout. He cracked another small piece and started merrily to chew it. His face was positively stoic, but the chewing was merry. The reason for that chocolate was that it calmed him down. For what reason? Well, Michael wasn't very good with authority figures. He disliked them while most of them were probably indifferent towards him. He was a Shatei after all. Merely a cannon fodder. ''But it doesn't have to be that way. I just need to improve myself as a whole and it will happen''. But even with that kind of determination, it would still be far away.

As Michael almost got to the hideout, he already noticed that few things were off. Such as the open door. And as he got to a little distance from the door, he saw the situation quite clearly. One person was being threatened by two other, who were possibly high-ranked members of Yakuza. There was also a fourth one, seemingly pissed off person who DEFINITELY was a high-ranked member of the Yakuza. ''Quite interesting'', he remarked inside his head as he took another piece of his chocolate bar to eat. ''Oh, don't let me interrupt anything. I can wait my for my turn to use the door''. He said with his obviously foreign Aerugese and started to eat the piece. Michael was more of an observer anyway. Besides, he didn't have his gun with him at the time.

"Who the fuck are you?" said the man in the sharp dressed suit, with an every so lovely grimace. Why, Vincente could make out the most minute details in the lines of his lovely face. This was probably due to the fact that the man's frowning visage was only centimeters from the smiling, unblinking face of the other.
Vicente opening his mouth to respond with an ever present grin, yet, his words never found the will to form, it seemed, a woman of creamy skin and blonde hair, sprung forth from the ends of nowhere. It was quite obvious she was a foreigner here in Aerugo, from her looks. The well endowed maiden glared at Vincente with a stare of poisoned daggers. Ah, so chilling! So murderous! Bene, bene! He could practically smell the blood that wafted off the woman's skin, like a parfum de la mort. What was that she held in her hand? Ivory tools, drenched in crimson elixir? Was she an artisan of cessation? Splendid!
"This ain't a Convention kid, I'd suggest you reconsider entering and walk away while you still draw air. said she, her venomous tones seeping into Vincente's ears as she loomed over the other man's shoulder. Ahhh! Such a wonderful voice she had, he had to see it, he had to! Hands dressed in brown leather gloves, darted to his own face, skillfully pushing the tinted glass visor from his eyes and up to rest on the crown of his silvery hair, and then slid the large byzantium coloured headphones from his ears unto his neck. Ahh, he was free to see the world as he saw it, unmarred by muffling and complex screens. Now....
"Can I kill him Maki? I haven't killed anything in over 45 minutes...I'm getting antsy.". Visions of carnation hue carried through her breath, swirling apparition of soft wisteria, beautifully tinged with anlaces stained of malevoli rosso. All these sublime images seeping into the anomalous souls of Vincente's eyes, those which lit up with the visage of a winged angel, divine gifts.
"Such a nice voice" murmured Vincente, as his distance gaze followed colours unseen by all else. So lost was he, to the beguiling display before him, that he had hardly noticed the woman dressed smartly in ebony and ivory, come forth from the nether, with instruments of death trained upon his countenance as well as the ebbing source of his life. She pushed forth to drive him back, but Vincente did not waver, and continued to smile cheerfully.
"What brings you here foreigner to such foundation of doing and undoing? Speak or ill will befall you." said she, in monotone threats, making her the third to greet him with hostilities. Her colour was smooth, and faded; faint upon his vision. Certainly not as vibrant as the last. More concise, a dim rosewood shade, though smoothing, certainly not to his fancy.

"Ara~Ara. What if I speak of ill?" teased the silver Ceresian. "Ah, but enough of that, I'm getting distracted by dipinti di voci". He turned his attention unto the man with the permanent scowl once again, returning a whimsical smile in kind. "Wa-ka-sa-ma" chirped he, his sporadic voice growing playfully cheerful in the face of death's beckoning. "Don't you remember me? My name is Vincente D'Arcangelo, del Mafioso della Ciliegia. You at least remember my brother, Pancrazio, ne? I've been sent to deliver you his message in person. Pancrazio says that the Mafioso has officially dissolved, and its remnants and remaining resources are ready to be claimed by the Yamaguchi. Wonderful, isn't it?~" said he in his lyrical voice, flitting between high cheerful tones and low, unsettling hums. "As good will of the Don, I've been sent to serve as a Representative and assist you. I look forward to witnessing your wonderful art. Afterall, you all have such nice colours~"

And so it would seem, after his lively introduction, yet another person had sprung forth from nowhere. People had a lovely habit of doing that, didn't they? Though Vincente did not mind, and he paid him no mind. As the newcomer commented nonchalantly upon the situation, Vincente slid his visor back down unto his face, and set his headphones upon his ears, letting the light hum of Mozart grace his mind once again. The dancing colours faded from his mind until only the humming strings of the Turkischer Marsch faintly flitting in and out of his inner eye. Outside colours were no more. Ah, such a shame it was. But alas! The curtain must close, the performance has yet to be seen.

"Can I kill him Maki? I haven't killed anything in over 45 minutes...I'm getting antsy." Hmph? Makoto turned his head, eyeing her up and down. So much was true, but... couldn't she just deal with it?

"What brings you here, foreigner, to such foundation of doing and undoing? Speak or ill will befall you." These woman, jeez. He rolled his eyes back to his...guest.

"What if I speak of ill?"

...

Was...he...fucking asking for his death!? KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII "Oh, don't let me interrupt anything." LLLLLLLLLLLLL...ehh? "I can wait my for my turn to use the door." Makoto raised an eyebrow at the rather...blond man that he had seen walking up from a brisk distance. Yeeeeah...he vaguely recalled this man joining recently. He had thought then, great, another foreigner when really Ville was one too and Ville-- ...was currently touching his chest. It made him feel superior when a woman touched his chest. He puffed it out further, feeling the heat from her hand seep through his clothing and disperse throughout his manliness. Yeah, he was about to go on a rampage and she was so aware of it that he nearly wanted to spin around and give her a piece of his mind. Instead, he let her put her slender, childish back in harms way. If she wanted to feel the brunt of his flames, by all fucking means.

"Ah, but enough of that, I'm getting distracted by dipinti di voci." ...eeh? "Don't you remember me?" Now wasn't that fucking obvious? "My name is Vincente D'Arcangelo, del Mafioso della Ciliegia." Who? "You at least remember my brother, Pancrazio, ne?" Not ringing any bells. Mako glanced to Tomoe to see if there was any recollection on her face; she usually knew these things, aaaaand nothing. Looks like this poor sucker was barking up the wrong damn tree. Aww well. "I've been sent to deliver you his message in person. Pancrazio says that the Mafioso has officially dissolved, and its remnants and remaining resources are ready to be claimed by the Yamaguchi. Wonderful, isn't it?~" OH. Oh, right. Thattt Pancrazyo with the Mafioso. Now it made sense. Why didn't he fucking say so!? Makoto grunted and stepped out of the man's face, brushing himself off and readjusting the cuffs of his suit. Well then, if that was the case, then back to busin--ESSARRRGHHISHEAD the sunlight it burrrrned!!! He turned away quickly, shielding his eyes with a hand and blinking furiously. Why had the sun chosen that exact moment to come out from behind a cloud? WHY. It was spite. Someone somewhere was spiting him...and they would die.

"As good will of the Don, I've been sent to serve as a Representative and assist you. I look forward to witnessing your wonderful art. Afterall, you all have such nice colours~" ...Hanya? He wasn't done yet? There was more?! Makoto went to turn around but AHHHHHRRRHGHHH. Colors? What the fuck did anything have to do with colors!? He whipped out a pair of flashy sunglasses and placed them over his eyes, squinting through the shades at the two men. There wasn't really a reason to kill anyone. Maybe cut off his tongue. No, too severe. His father had told him, and him alone, about the importance of this man, Vin-something or other, which involved no harm coming to him and them working together. Ah, so he was a new recruit like this blond guy. AH-HAHAH! They were becoming more now weren't they!? SPECTACULAR. A smirk filled his face before speaking.

"Eeeh, so why don't you start by coming with us to the store. Then," Mako paused, holding up a hand to stop the two girls from offering their services instead, and continued, "convince whomever is there to go and get ALL the back stock of pudding, understand?" His eyes flitted to the blond, Michael. "...Have you had breakfast yet?"



[Guuuyss, so once we actually get to the store, NIN is going to join. She's a 6-year-old girl whom is going to be adopted by the yakuza as their pet. ;D Don't worry, she can kick ass.]

Hours before this confrontation had begun, there was a loud crash on top of an abandoned mill factory. Not like that was any thing new. Factories collapsed and decayed all the time and it especially wasn't new to the person who had caused it. A tiny form wriggles out of the mess and fell on top of the factory blacktop. A wooden pile of carnage had fallen before her and you could see the faint outlines of stuffed animals and jars of toys. The little form was a child at the age of five with stark white hair and pale skin. Her orange nightie was covered in dust and chocolate stains. She rubbed her head and pulled a few splinters out of her tight braid. " Great, need to expand my hideout..." She mumbled to herself. "Isn't that right, peachy?" The girl pulled out a red panda holding a bag of what looked like money. She placed her hand on his ears and moved his head up and down in agreement. " Mhmm, yes we do NIN. Your so smart and pretty!" She giggled at her own game, dropping the animal carelessly as she began to fish for her clothes.

After getting dressed in an orange dress with white trimming, black coat and black shoes with bright orange stockings; she pulled all of the wood pieces away from her possessions and tossed it in a pile. She then decided that next time she would make her hideout out of concrete. She picked up peachy and sat on a small chair with flowers on it. " Peachy, do you think I should just buy a home?" Instead of giving him his own little voice like she did last time, she waited for an answer. Her heart hit the bottom of her stomach as no response came. She tossed the abused toy back down on the dirty floor and held her cheeks in her hands. Inanimate objects can only provide so much company...at that moment her stomach twinged in pain. Hunger was the only reason she went down to the orphanage anymore now that she had bought herself a fuuton.

She didn't feel that positive to go down to the smelly building where the kids there defecate in their own jeans and cry over little fights. It wasn't a matter of hating that place, it was a matter of her own dignity on lowering herself to their level. She stared at the dirty red panda holding a morsel of her money. She didn't feel much like buying food from a conveyance store and she didn't feel like skipping the bill at a restaurant. There was something boiling inside her tiny heart that she hadn't felt before. She may have not known it but even though she didn't care for parents, her subconscious did. First it turned to loneliness, then sadness, to anger and now it's processing into pure rage. Beneath those twin dimensional red orbs above her rosy cheeks was the intent to kill.

NIN looked through her pink safe and pulled out a large metal object the size of her own head. She could barely pick it up with her own hands, but she didn't need to hold it for long. It was a colt 45 with polymer grip handle, the kind that leaves no fingerprints and even less sweat residue. The metal was cool to the touch as she put the safety on and eased it into her ducky backpack along with her cellphone, wallet, yoyos, and a whistle. After that, she opened the fire escape doors and walked down the spiraling creaky metal steps. If anyone larger than herself ever tried to climb up here, the bolts would detach from the already crumbling stone walls. After jumping off of the ramp, she began skipping down the dark gloomy alleyway with black umbrella in hand. With a tune in her mouth and a new joy in her heart she set off to the store.

She was going to rob someone at gunpoint today.

Ok where to begin ? Let's begin with the ijin trying to tease her. He of course failed and failed miserably but let's rewind back the tape a little bit. The foreigner was not pushed back and showed an aura. An aura of a dauntless brave or maybe an aura of a madness maniac ? And since this is the yakuza, The mangaka settled for the latter. The assassin indeed observant though not observant enough to take a peek into his inner thoughts and how did he view the shateigashira and the Kyodai. Both offered death but in different flavors and in such offering, the blond foreigner showed a burning passion and the dark native revealed no emotion. Was his beautiful mind able to see that ? Or did his eyes only see nothing but the flesh ?

But she who is cloaked in ivory clad in the fabrics of ebony was observant enough to see his two angels shimmered while reflecting the image of death and yet he asked her what happen if he spoke of ill ?

Her face remained indifferent however her guns were still pointed at his throne and fountain. Hearing his reasons to be here. "Don't you remember me?" Oh, the sense of the deja vu the gamer in her felt. She expected to hear 'It's a-me Mario' But well he didn't. He kept explaining why is he here, it seems this 'mafioso' dissolved and the yamaguchi-gumi claimed it. It seems too that their yakuza is expanding aggressively and took a new foot hold in La Ciliegia.

Still her customs kept their vigil at the man with Cersian features with his avatar dressed in white and a long cape of ivory with the now concealed angel twins until Waka-sama told those who were already there from before in the language of movement to halt. Then in the ways of speech, he told them or rather ordered to get all the pudding.

Dual guns retracted back. She is now to fetch pudding and a lot of it, let's hope the jackass refrigerator will be able to contain this new batch. Maybe they should get a new refrigerator as well, that she thought. But before she goes, she remembered that she owes Mr. Vincente a reply regarding what happens if he speaks of ill. She whispered and his eyes would see her lips moving but he hears nothing thanks to his well built MP3 system.

She took off as her black - like the midnight - long cape that adorned her throne kept dancing behind her like a comely Geisha. On her way out, her black pearls would meet the blue diamonds of the other new member of the yakuza, she nodded to him. And when she became almost beside him, she whispered again but that one will hear what she will say.

Welcome to paradise... but she didn't stop, she continued walking. The blond shatei now needs to speak with the waka. As for her, she hurled to the store if by walking if it is near or reach for a car - which will be driven by anyone else than her - and that depends on how the group will go. She needs to make some preparations and the most important of them is to reserve the whole stock of pudding and make sure that to stop anyone who tried to have their hands on this treasures of various colors.

She went to the cashier.

Call the manager. She says.

Huh he says.

We will buy all the pudding stock.

Huh..

Just do it.

He made some calls, they refused at first but let's say the aerugese girl was persuasive or rather intimidating and in the end they accepted.

Ok then what else to buy. she thought to herself.

Villetta sighed. Too bad, he would have made a nice trophy. She opened her hand slightly, and the bone katana slid up into her palm. It was far more uncomfortable absorbing bones than it was to produce them. She placed her hands behind her head and moved off to the side. Allowing Maki talk to a new lackey. Pfft. As if they didn't have enough of those running about. As she walked her massive mounds began to bounce more than usual, her hands reached down and kneaded her own breasts. "Grrrr I hate these things. Always flopping about and getting in my way...and I have to wear a fucking bra. I'll be back." She moved back through the room and exited. She climbed the stairs and entered her private room. Maki didn't stay here, so he didn't really have a spacious room like Villetta. She was used to taking the biggest room she could. She had so many clothes, so much so that she nearly could fill an entire hideout with them. She loved her little cute dresses. However, in full form she had little more than a closet full of clothes. She reached into her drawer and pulled out a bra. Quickly shedding her shirt, she slid the bra on and fastened the hooks. ANOTHER STUPID THING ABOUT HAVING BREASTS. Not only did they only make them bounce around in a container now, she had to better hold them up using these damn padded bras. And heaven forbid she not wear one, none of the men in the Yakuza would work properly. She figured that out last time a shipment of weapons went out on her watch. Half of them were half assembled or missing vital pieces like the damn SPRINGS or maybe a firing pin. Jesus. Well she could go Pre-teen? No. She preferred to be full grown around Maki, at least during their "off-time" but now it was getting cumbersome. She let out a sigh, and her body began to shrink back down to it's normal visage.

She threw on a black silk dress, and slid on some flats, tied her ribbons into her hair and sprinted downstars jumping quite a few of them. She moved back into the room and looked around. "So we just standing around here or we going shopping? I need milk and butter...and CANDY!"

While it was natural for a group that small react differently, the indifference seemed to be a recurring theme. The first one, the man with grey hair, didn't even seem to acknowledge that Michael was there. The woman with colors of black and white did seem to notice him, but didn't show any kind of reaction. But that could be explained. Maybe she was just stoic by nature. Michael couldn't tell if the other woman noticed him or not, for his attention was elsewhere entirely. And the thing he noticed was, obviously, that that woman... could manipulate bones. Even if it was some kind of alkahestry, it was still a bit creepy. Also, it seemed to have hurt. Or at least it SHOULD have hurt. Again, Michael was unable to tell for he wasn't the person in question. Or a mind reader. Fourth person, Makoto Kiyoshino, was the only person who actually talked to him. Or someone who actually had something to say. Or who was friendly towards strangers... ''Note to self: Enough with all of the speculation''. Which was easier said than done. What could one do to one's own personality?

''Thank you for asking, Kiyoshino-sama''. Michael was quite sure that honorifics were important in Aerugo. At least according to his source material. ''But yes, aside from this bar of chocolate...'' His attention turned briefly to the mentioned chocolate bar. He took another piece of it to eat before continuing. ''I haven't really eaten anything this morning. Although now that the subject has been to go to store, I would be glad to come along''. He swallowed the aforementioned, now chewed piece of chocolate. ''I couldn't imagine surviving solely by pudding''. And although he had good attention span, his attention was diverted for a moment. For it was that monochrome member of the Yakuza. She looked at Michael and nodded her head. Michael was a bit unsure about the meaning. But wait, there's more. The monochrome girl walked past him, but not before saying something, quietly.

''Welcome to paradise... ''

Then she just walked past him, without stopping at all. Michael, on the other hand, didn't follow her to walk for more than he could without turning his head. Out of the four, she seemed the most mysterious. And mysteries were pleasant. Such as the mystery of how did that earlier situation sort itself out so fast. Because there the bone lady was, now a child and eager to g... ''Hang on a minute...''. Michael had to stop his thoughts from wandering as another unusual feat presented itself. That creepy lady had turned much younger. No, it must have been her child. Yes, that was way more plausibly and probably true too. ''Well, at least she has already started her journey towards a store. Probably the store I saw on my way there''. As that was said, Michael turned himself around to start to walk towards the store himself. He also remembered the existence of his chocolate bar, which was noticeably reducing. Which was actually good, for he was going to get some real food before his hunger would rise.

...She was grabbing her breasts. Distracted immensely from the question he had just asked, his chestnut eyes glued themselves to fondling hands, disrupted only by... "Grrrr I hate these things. Always flopping about and getting in my way...and I have to wear a fucking bra. I'll be back." Hate? ...HATE?! They were made for one reason: men. Women dealt with their pudding-like jiggle for men and only men. HATE?! ...really? It was--was...depressing? No, too harsh. It was a let-down. In every man's fantasy, women loved their breasts. BUT WAIT. He whipped his head to the side, eyes staring flatly at Ville's chest. ...Hanya? Women. But was Ville a woman...or was she a girl?! A CONTROVERSY! He shot his head back around once her retreating figure vanished from his sight along with less than ninety seconds of roundabout thoughts. Unconcluded. Will ask later.

"...asking, Kiyoshino-sama." ...Eh? He moved out of the doorway further with Tomoe, listening to the heavy bang of the cherrywood shutting behind them. "But yes, aside from this bar of chocolate...I haven't really eaten anything this morning. Although now that the subject has been to go to store, I would be glad to come along." Ah, chocolate, a healthy breakfast for all, among others... He found himself nodding sagely, a hand on his chin to support his aching head that was reduced to an epic throb of super painful proportions. Turned on an unscuffed white heel, he descended the stairs into the garden area.

"Call me Mako and sure, join us." The Wakagashira watched the blond chew the chocolate with something nearing interest. Pudding...pancakes........ He wanted them. NOW. It was a desire welding up inside of him like an endless array of--

"I couldn't imagine surviving solely by pudding."

..............................................heh.

"What the fuck does that even mean EHHH!?! Who in their right mind would only eat pudding!? Fucking get your head straight, Mickki!!" Mouse. He turned around to shout the rather unthreatening, yet very yakuza order, which burst to life like diesel and flame. FUCKING RIGHT. Tomoe streamed past them in a blur of black and white, whispering words they all fucking heard. What was the point then!?

"Welcome to paradise..."

"That's because I haven't shown you hell yet."

"Well, at least she had already started her journey towards a store. Probably the store I saw on my way there." That's right, this was Mickki's first time here and Vin-something-or-other's as well (that much was obvious). They would need rooms. And a tour. And other things that he had nothing to do with. THIS WAS HIS FUCKING DAY OFF. And...he had a hangover the size of...what was the biggest planet again? Ah, fuck it. The sun. It was the size of the sun that blinded him and made the ache WORSE.

"So we just standing around here or we going shopping? I need milk and butter...and CANDY!" Ah, she was back? He raised a finger, which so happened to be his middle. Shedding a crooked smirk, he started walking.

"Girls are fucking slow." ...Girl?! GIRL. So she was a girl. She gave reason to her complaint then--it was justified...to an extent. Don'tlookatherboobsMakotodon'tdoitRESISTREEEESISSTTT!!! Down the streets he lead them among the normal morning commuters rushing to the station nearby. A konbini called LAWSON'S burst from the urban artistry, fitted with the typical convenient store supplies...like pudding! Tomoe seemed to already be inside, at the register.

Ding ding, the bell on the door jingled as he walked through, eyes completely on her. "We will buy all the pudding stock." He sighed.

"Were my orders not clear EHHH!? I told Vin-something-or-other to do it. Look at him. He looks..." How to describe...that... What fucking ever. He walked off, leaving his sentence and punishment half-finished, and shot Ville a look. The look that very expressly asked her what he could do to help with whatever the hell it was she needed to make the meal of godliness. "Prepare yourself Mickki...I'll teach you why pudding is the fucking shit. Tomoe, have them shipped to the address." ...for later. He cackled slightly, and grabbed a pack of ibuprofen off the shelf, slamming it onto the counter with a golden credit card, and a nasty look. Fuck...ing...hu...rry...up he needed his painmurderers or whatever the hell they were called!!

[Start skipping people if they aren't posting]

[Sorry people in heaps of pain and medication...half the time I'm sedated into a fucking self-induced coma. Trying my best with this.]

Villetta, in her childlike energy, grabbed everything she needed and then some. Piling on Reese's cups with chips, gummy worms and soft baked cookies. She quickly darted through the aisles to grab some milk and six or fifteen boxes of pudding mix. She didn't count. She dropped the mess on the counter and looked at the secondary cashier. Her expression was one of glee, but behind those innocent sweet adoring eyes was the distinct expression she was ready to go. She slammed bills on the counter, and smiled. Clearly overpaying, but she was very excited to be cooking for Maki! It had been...oh nine weeks since she cooked anything for him. He was fairly uninterested in her last meal, but the idea of pudding involved in the mix this time probably made him question less and accept more. "Pressé pressé pressé! Je tiens à cuisiner pour MAKI! Maki peut être heureux! Bonne maki signifie pas morts! Eh même... parfois." The cashier stopped and stared at Ville for a few seconds. Ville's cheeks poked out. "Taking longer is not in the best interest of your health missy..." That was the LAST time the teenage woman looked at Ville. Her sole task in life at this moment was getting them the hell out of the store.

The cheerful smile returned to Ville, even when she got the total of the bill. Her allowance was enormous, mostly to keep her from throwing tantrums about not being able to buy clothes and toys. Also, she took the suicide jobs. As she was the only one capable, or dumb enough to do them. Such as guaranteeing a bomb went off in a building, or releasing deadly chemical in a office building to kill the rat of an accountant they used to have. Perhaps that job was a tad excessive, but multiple deaths instead just a single one looked less suspicious. Finally, the bags were packed and she raced outside with the bags in tow. Skipping down the road and heading back to the hideout. No point waiting for them, she had food to prepare! Well...she probably should cook for everyone else too. OR! or they could just have some fucking cereal and be happy they get to eat food at all...or have a stomach. She was getting pretty good at ripping those out cleanly now. Time to Maki a good meal, she immediately grabbed a few of the men to help her out. Cracking eggs, beating the batter, mixing the eggs and bacon, and she even sent one out to pick up some milk for Maki to drink. She knew the pancakes would be thick. Hehehe, he's going to love it!

She ran down the concrete sidewalks, her tiny feet making a small pattering noise upon it as if rain was wetting its thirst. Her red eyes glowed almost pink as she held onto her ducky backpack. She turned her head around nervously, looking back to see if they gained up on her. There was a flash of light within those depths as she saw two policemen turn the corner. That fire in her small heart burned even brighter as her arms shook. Wanting to fight.

As she passed a light post she spotted a mail vending machine. It was yellow in color and had the front page as some sort of accident that had happened in an office. Something about rat poisoning, but never mind that. She had to get rid of these guys who were bounding after her in their adult-sized legs. She tucked her own legs underneath her as she fell onto her ducky backpack and slid underneath the machine, the backpack being used for less friction. She stopped and began pulling the wires from underneath the metal panel that she got loose using the metal buttons on her black coat. She placed the panel at the edge of the mail box for the policemen to see.

By the time they got there she had already disconnected the wires from the box. Funny thing is that since she was only a child, they tried to coax her out of there. Why were they chasing her? As it was standing, when a child of Aerugese is missing from the orphanage, it's the policeman's job to find those children and bring them back. Well, she wasn't about to go to that smelly dump again and be adopted by some couple with confidence issues. She pulled out the wires from the box and began cutting it with a piece of glass she picked up from the bottle she threw at them earlier.

She then waited while holding said wires. One of the two knelt down and reached for her backpack while trying to coax her out. "Now come on little missy, you need to go back to-" She placed the live wires on the metal plate that he would have to graze to reach her and the electric current passed through him and to the other policeman whom he was touching. The two men collapsed on the ground unconscious. She crawled out of the space and picked the handcuffs and keys from their belts along with both of their guns. As she bagged them, she paused over their bodies.

A minute later she walked down the street with a heavier backpack now filled with a clean gun, two cop guns, handcuffs, and now a police hat that she was now wearing as a trophy. She then walked around the convenience store and to the electric box. She took the knife she had pulled from the policeman's boot and jammed it in the box, popping it open without the key. She looked at the wiring system and smiled. Just like she thought: the surveillance system was separate from the rest of the electrical system due to how old the building was. Of course she would need to get rid of that. She took the knife and carefully pulled out the metal insertion that would have the flow of electricity possible to reach the cameras.

She took her sock from her shoe and wiped the cuff of it (devoid of most skin particles) and wiped her prints from whatever she touched. After that, she walked out of the small alleyway only fit for a child and walked into the store, the knife hidden in her ducky pack. She saw several loud people ringing up orders and calling out food brands. Oh well. She pulled the hat farther down. She was smart enough to tuck her hair into the hat so she wouldn't be identified by her odd hair. She walked over and put on the reflective sunglasses and pretended to look in the mirror with them as she thought about what she wanted.

She scurried to the refrigerator and pulled out a pint of chocolate milk, she then went to the dry foodstuffs and got candy, cereal, a cute toy, six onigiri and some latex gloves. She waited her turn in line and went up to the registry and put her stuff through. She paid for her stuff, though it was really hard to hand him the money. Then she put on the latex gloves and started to cry loudly. Tears pouring down behind those glasses. The man who was behind the counter looked worried as most grownups do. He walked around the registry and touched her shoulder. "What's wrong, sweetie?" She started sniffling as she rifled through her ducky bag. " I...got hurt..." She put out her scuffed knee that had been from escaping the policemen. She had only realized the pain while she was picking out the stuff.

The man smiled. "I have a band-aid in the back. Wait here." He walked away but pretending to be hurt again, she followed him. As he bent down to get the box, she quickly pulled out the gun, turned off the safety and cocked it. Aiming the barrel at his chest. Neither the people ringing up their orders nor the other register could see her. She whispered silently. " What would make me feel even better is that money in the box. So why don't you give the baby what she wants?" She smiled cutely as the reflection of fear enveloped in his face.

She frowned at his expression. In about five seconds her cover will be blown. She shot the lady on the other side in the head as she received the money from one of the other patrons. Since it was a 45, it made her arms hurt with the blow back and the top half of the woman's head was nearly blown off as she hit the floor with a deadening *Plack*. The man started whimpering as he handed her the money and started emptying out the other one. She jumped up on the counter so she could get a long look at the others. Noticing the main man's attire she relaxed.

She turned to him and smiled. " I would curtsy but I'm holding a gun, sir. I won't get in your way..." The man handed the money to her and she laid another bullet in his head with a loud *Bam* " ...if you don't get in mine." She tucked away the gun and jumped off the counter, running to the door. She turned around and slid a stack of 20's his way as she turned to the right and out of their line of vision.

Her tiny legs slowed as she got a block away from the site. No one suspect a 5 year old girl carrying grocery bags were the ones who shot two people in a robbery. Her heart was pumping as she imagined the images of blood exploding into droplets and carpeting the linoleum with that red liquid. It was horrifying but in some part of her brain...it was exhilarating. She pulled out her two yoyos and began to play with them while sitting on the park bench, waiting for the municipal bus. Suddenly the two cops came back, this time with a third person. As professional cops always do when angry, they don't talk but just act.

They first tried to flank her on each side while the one tried to go behind her, but she knew she still had the advantage. She filled her lungs and let out a blood curling scream that could be heard from several blocks. Her now pink face smirked as she ran towards the new cop and lifted off from the park bench arm rest and landed both feet that were covered in glass from the other occasion; into that man's face. Caught off guard from the scream and the jump he fell flat on the ground, head hitting the concrete with a wet *Tack*. Assuming his brain was scrambled she turned to the other two who had already started to run at her again.

Without thinking she threw her Yoyo at the first man that she had electrocuted and it wrapped around his neck. No longer having the knife to cut it loose, he stood there about to black out. The second one pulled out a gun, finally realizing she didn't care who she hurt. She took the knife out of her still-open pack and threw it at the man's gut. Being not of good aim, it landed in his thigh. He fell to the ground holding the wound in agony while NIN stood there panting, realizing that the other man died from lack of oxygen. She pulled it a certain way so it would loosen and retreat back into her hands.

She was about to walk away with her things, but she heard a loud *Shh*It was from a policeman's intercom. She turned around and the man was about to call for reinforcements...

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Sorry if it's too long.