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There is no place like home, when you have no place left to go...

Plot

Just another worthless, runaway brat roaming the streets of the city. Higa isn't wanted or welcomed anywhere anymore. It is no surprise either, seeing that he does what he has to just to survive these days. It doesn't matter if it is theft or even sometimes jobs given to him by the Japanese mafia.

It's been weeks since the boy, a ripe age of seventeen, has had his last job and is now desperate and hungry. What is worse is that he is about to loose his rundown apartment while winter is approaching. So, Higa comes to a conclusion - he needs to steal again, but it has never been easy for him to do that. People realize so quickly and due to himself being somewhat weak due to lack of energy - therefore it is obvious that when he tries to steal from somebody other then little old women or teenage girls he is beaten.

So what might the result be this time when he tries stealing from a grown man?

Present day Japan as it enters the winter months. There is already snow on the ground. This is the type of weather, that if you have to sleep outside you are most likely to die. It is New Years, and most people have gone to make their wishes at the temples.

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Name: Higa Mori
Age: 17
Birthday: December 16
Sexuality: He is unsure of his sexuality.
Personality: It takes a lot to gain Higa's trust. To be blunt, he is highly mistrusting and can be quite nasty if he feels threatened. Once his trust is gained you can be sure that he will be loyal - once that trust is broken a mortal enemy is gained. Though right now he is extremely rough around the edges, with a little work he can become the sweet heart he used to be.
Bio: Higa's father passed away when he was 12 years of age, which in term lead his mother to become depressed and start dating again. She was lonely and whenever she gained a new male friend Higa was slightly ignored. Things got worse as his 14th birthday approached. His mother was dating a new man, but this one was different from the rest. He did things to the boy when he though Higa was asleep. It wasn't terribly long after the night visits had started that Higa's mother engaged the man. Since Higa's mother worked late into the night things eventually got worse. Finally Higa had enough and ran away. A sixteen year old doesn't get to far when they are living to support themselves, hence him getting familiar with the mafia.
Played By: HappySugarHunny















Name: Noire Kuroi
Age: 27
Birthday: September 10th
Sexuality: Gay
Personality: He hates large groups of people, his mind is sharp to visual details, kind to the right people, a menace to the wrong people, is a constant procrastinator, and is a nice guy despite his outward appearance.
Bio: His life was always very troubled. As a young boy, his father was always too busy to talk with him. His mother, when not scolding at him for things he hadn't done, was always sleeping around with the servant men. He watched with confused eyes. While blossoming into the age of 19, his father thought to procure his son an 'heir' in advance. So, he struck a deal with another House's man for his daughter. That daughter then practically forced her self on him since he was unwilling. He fought her off and succeeded. But, his view of women was forever dark after that. He stopped going to the parties that were set up for him. He moved out and started his own life. Now he ran a weapons shop. Occasionally, he'd hunt down marks the police, who were constant clients, sent to him in exchange for letting him expand his weapons range.
Played By: ShadowEternal

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A teenage male shivered within the old military coat he had on. Higa just had to find a victim before the night got any colder. A few nights he had been lucky enough to be able to get this winter coat from a kind monk who had caught him trying to steal from those who were making offerings. A scolding, coat and a cup of hot tea - not a bad deal. No police were involved, unfortunately he had to give the money to the gods to ask for forgiveness.

Higa spotted a man carrying groceries. "Now's my chance..." The words mumbled themselves quietly, or so it seemed. Higa casually walked up behind the man, who had to be at least out of school. The gray haired boy bumped into the white haired man intentionally as he grabbed the man's wallet, he pushed by and muttered a sorry with his face down and hat hiding his eyes.

An old man hollered at the man carrying groceries, "Oi, that kid just took his wallet!" At this Higa's eyes widened as he began to run.

"Not a problem!" The kind old man nodded taking the groceries as he watched to see if the little brat was caught.

Higa ran as fast as his legs would take him. The snow made it difficult for the fairly weak male to run, but due to his instinct of that if he was caught he was dead. He hadn't even been running that far and the gray haired male was panting and felt faint. 's**t. Not now. Gotta keep moving body!' Bright blue eyes flashed with fear as he saw a member of the Japanese mafia up ahead of him, whom gave him a coy grin and a wave. The boy skidded, knocking over a garbage can as he slid to turn into an alley, he started running down the alley to soon see it was a dead end... "s**t." The cuss word spilled from his lips as he looked for an escape.

The boy turned around quickly with a glare as his coat flared as he turned. "Go ahead!" The boy spat, "Rather be dead anyway. But I should tell ya first," the blue eyes darkened on their subject, "That big guy back there will come if he hears shooting. Isn't really the type you probably want to deal with." The kid was obviously in bad shape. Torn clothing, bruises on his neck that were faintly visible if you looked at him head on, a ragged book bag that had a few patches to it, not to mention the boy barely being able to stand strait. The only things about his appearance that seemed to be halfway descent were his steal-toed boots, the old army coat and his face that only had a few scratches. The medium gray hair hung around his fiercely blue eyes that had the ruffed up hat shielding them slightly from falling snow.

"!" Higa felt his eyes eyes widen as he saw the silencer. He was familiar with such an object, after all he did jobs for the yukaza{sp?}. Should he have hope for the brute from one of the mafias to help him earlier if he had run to him? No, that man would have made Higa 'pay up' more than if the boy had gotten away on his own.

The boy didn't know what hit him as he suddenly felt the pressure in his stomach that caused a slight amount of blood to spurt from his mouth as his eyes widened more. "It...hurts..." the voice muttered quietly just as Higa's body grew limp. He knew that the mafia man had likely gone up to his room to wait, so he wouldn't be standing outside of the building. Not that anyone would really care anyway.

Higa hung limply over the shoulder, fading in and out of consciousness. Even though there was a shoulder piercing into his already sore stomach, the boy remained still - conserving energy, aka sleeping basically. The body was on a shut down mode that had been triggered by the punch. Lack of sleep does that to the body, making it weak and fragile.

The old man on the other hand had finally gone inside with the groceries - having his granddaughter watch through the window to see if the man came back through.

The young girl opened up the window and hollered to the man, "Hey mister! Please wait a second!" She had to be about thirteen, or so it looked as she leaned out the window. She turned and said something to her grandfather before closing the window. Within minutes the long haired girl came stumbling out of the house carrying the groceries that had been left in her grandfather's care. "Grandpa said you left these here!" She smiled brightly before a groan was heard from the unconscious boy. "Mister is this a friend of yours? It looks like the boy that was running around without a coat. I wonder when he got this..." Obviously the girl was extremely curious.

"Ok! Bye Bye." The girl said brightly before looking at the man's turned back suspiciously. If they were strangers, then why was he carrying the other over his shoulder? The girl blinked with confusion, didn't her grandfather say he went after somebody who stole his wallet? With a sigh the young girl shrugged. "Whatever." With that she returned to the inside of her house.