[Meika Hijiri]

Meika often finds herself at the whim of the universe, a plaything for the childish instincts of fate. While that need not absolve her of her many crimes against humanity, namely her propensity for eating food that many would decline or her habitual shoplifting, few can deny that she is uniquely suited towards attracting bad luck, even in cases where she is objectively guilty. While most normal people would sigh at a scratched vehicle but not do much else than that, Meika now finds herself on the receiving end of a group of hooligans who would rather take such slights to a higher caliber. The girl, almost two heads shorter than the man she finds blocking her path in an alleyway, huffs and lashes her devil tail as she warily eyes the tattooed punk in front of her and tries to come up with a good escape path.

It started just thirty minutes ago, when Meika accidentally sideswiped a car in heavy traffic during rush hour with her heavily decaled motorcycle. Given who she is, she didn't care to stick around long enough to see the reaction of the other car owner, but they followed her nonetheless, weaving in and out of traffic in a dangerous gambit to catch her and force her to pay for her crimes. Though Meika swerved off into a side street and stepped off of her bike to walk it into another road in hopes of ditching her pursuers, she finds a man standing directly in her way, between her and freedom. Evidently, the other driver decided to pursue on foot, and he doesn't look very friendly. In fact, Meika catches the tell-tale glimpse of silver decorating his knuckles.

"Hey, man," Meika calls out, narrowing her eyes and blowing a lock of her clumsily cut bangs out of her face. "Sorry about your car. No need to get all weird about it."

The man stays where he is, all cropped blonde hair and piercings. "Nah, nah, it's all good," he crows, a crooked smile dawning on his lips. "But, y'know, it's pretty expensive to get that kinda shit fixed. Your ride is pretty cool, though... How much does it run for?"

Meika bristles. "Dude, step the fuck off," she growls. "I'll hurt you."

The man lets out a loud, echoing laugh, mocking her just by virtue of being able to laugh in this situation. "What the hell're you gonna do about it?" he hisses through his bared teeth. "Little lady, you can't even reach my face!"

Well, she can reach something, but that's really beside the point. More willing to just ride off into the sunset, Meika begins to turn her bike around, only to find that there are two other men behind her, surreptitiously blocking her only other escape from this alleyway. Meika's face deepens further into fury. Well, god fucking damnit.

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kuroda

[kuroda]

Kuroda often found himself strolling the alleyways of Tokyo. In the past it was due to the nature of his gang affiliated activities, the sideways of Tokyo acting as an intricate net of safety for various crooks, thieves and others hiding from the light of the law and at the same time appearing as a darkened, dangerous and treacherous maze for the forces of law and order as well as regular citizens. These days even though he rolls solo and the days of his gang loyalties and connections are behind him Kuroda travels the alleyways mostly due to his rising notoriety, now more than even ever before the need for such methods seems crucial as the boy's recent crimes included way too many high profile hero names, most of which sadly ended up maimed or deceased.  

On this night though his nightly stroll seemed to be meddled with by the hands of fate and is going to lead him to a life changing but seemingly random encounter... 

Hearing a ruckus from nearby Kuroda decided to take a turn into the alleyway and off of his desired route. He was greeted with a rather... interesting sight. Three individuals, no.. three thugs blocking someone's way. That someone was the interesting part. It seemed to be a punkish looking girl, that was at least two heads shorter than the thugs outnumbering her yet feisty as a firecracker, no signs of fear or backing down, only showing slight annoyance if anything.  

''Now I'm definitely not one for chivalry but really ? Three jackasses against one girl ?'' he said as he came up the alleyway behind the two thugs blocking the girl's exit from one side. Kuroda sported his usual look, a ragged hoodie with the hood pulled up revealing just a streak of his messy hair, both hands in the hoodie's pocket and walking with a casual yet somewhat aggressive stroll. ''The hell ? '' One of the thugs turned his head around but seeing a rather skinny long haired punk that Kuroda was he didn't take him seriously. ''Beat it pansy before we use you to beat the hell out of the girl.'' he said with an unimpressed look on his face causing his friend to chuckle. Interestingly this caused Kuroda to chuckle as well. He pulled his hand out of his pocket revealing a white blank card with only the kanji for ''DEATH'' inscribed on it. ''Tsk tsk. That's strike one.'' the boy said with a sly, almost eager smile. The thug once again turned towards Kuroda, noticing the card in his hand and almost bursting out laughing ''Are you fcking kidding m...'' the boy would interrupt him mid sentence ''Unfortunately for you I don't have patience for three strikes.'' For a moment it seemed as the card almost glimmered with some kind of energy.  Kuroda spread his hand revealing the second identical card behind the first one and swiftly threw both of them towards the two thugs. Before the makeshift projectiles even landed on their targets the boy raised his fingers with a malicious smile and in an instant! The two objects detonated causing an explosion and knocking the two thugs back first into the walls on their respective sides.


Meika Hijiri

[Meika Hijiri]

When Meika spots a lanky boy clad in only a ragged, torn hoodie, Meika can't stifle an inward groan, immediately under the assumption that this newcomer is yet another thug that's come to make her day worse. Meika has half the mind to just get on her bike and run these punks over, but even despite her big talk, she doesn't quite want to hurt these guys beyond repair, nor kill them outright. They may be acting like nuisances, and Meika's not too soft to refuse to punish the many slights they've laid upon her, but she's not the owner of a killer's heart. She believes in consequences, but these losers don't learn anything if they're dead. Again, her morals leave her in a tough spot, and by now she's looking for anything she can scramble up to escape the situation entirely, until the messy-haired boy reveals that he's not only not on the thug's side, but he's on Meika's side. Now that's interesting. Meika turns back to the newcomer, now seeing him in a new light, and now overtly curious on the origin on the strange blank card he's pulled from his pockets.

That curiosity only lasts for a mere moment, of course. Just as Meika's trying to decipher what possible use this card could serve, the boy proves its use in sudden, flashy fashion. The explosion that emanates from the thrown card illuminates Meika's face in shades of red and orange, blowing her hair back with the force of the blast and illuminating her entire diminutive form in the middle of the alleyway. Though shocked at this sudden display, even blurting out a curse of surprise, Meika knows that this sudden display of power will only leave the man at the other end of this alleyway shocked for just a moment. She has just a few seconds of advantage on him, and she's going to take it as soon as she can.

Leaving her bike unattended in the middle of the alleyway, Meika streaks towards the last man standing. The only thing she can see on his face before he falls is wide eyes and raised eyebrows, expelling a cut-off shout of surprise as Meika's leg sweeps under his. His knee buckles and he falls to the floor, and within seconds Meika is atop him, sending her fist into his face with no care for the blood that now splashes across her knuckles. "Fuckin'!" punch. "Washed-up!" punch. "LOSER!" punch.

The teenager is so caught up in fury, having long since abandoned the morals that kept her from running over the thug entirely, that she barely recognizes the presence behind her. One of the victims of the explosion, still conscious even despite a visibly crooked nose and streaks of blood rippling down his shrapnel-covered face, grabs both of Meika's legs and effortlessly drags her from the lead thugs battered form. Though Meika struggles as hard as she can to escape her captor, releasing a loud "Shit!" in the process, it's clear that she's at a physical disadvantage here.

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kuroda