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Blood. Blood was dripping from my forehead. Panting, I tried to catch my breath. For a minute, I was tempted to look back and see if the Japanese Yakuza was chasing after me.

I muttered a curse, trudging through the quiet street, making sure to hide in the shadows, avoiding all streetlights.

Stupid Japanese Mafia Boss and his claim to rule the mafia world.

But I will never let him.

Not after killing my entire family.

Thinking about them, a brief flashback of my father screaming for me to flee before a bullet passed through his head, instantly ending his life, appeared in my line of vision.

I clenched my hands into fists, sadness and fury burning inside me.

I will make sure that the Japanese Mafia will pay for what they did. 

I will avenge my father. My family.

From this day forward, they have declared war.

And war they shall have.

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Blades & Roses

It was what Aiko, Takahashi's little sister had called the elaborate item that one of Takahashi's aunt made me wear. She pinned it on my hair after fixing it in a bun.

An array of small arrangements of flowers now sat on my hair and I made sure to put on some light make-up to make myself look presentable.

The white Kimono lathered by pink and gold floral patterns reminded me of the upcoming wedding and the dread in my stomach came rushing back to me in seconds.

I feel like vomiting all of a sudden.

From the reflection on the mirror in front of me, Aiko beamed my way. She somehow looked different from Takahashi. Her eyes were more slanted that every time she smiles, it almost appeared like she had no eyes at all.

"Sorry for the intrusion," A Japanese lady in Kimono barged in and hurried after Aiko.

"She meant you are very beautiful."

Japan point 4