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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

I imagined birds chirping and a soft wind caressing my hair with the morning light happily dancing on my skin. The warm embrace it gave was such a bliss as I stood in the middle of an open field somewhere.

A flowery dress, my make-up doing just fine and very nice weather. One could say that it was the perfect day for a picnic or something close to it.

I actually have no idea why that image had flashed in my head. I suddenly missed my sister, Hitomi.

She left for an early flight going back to her family in Europe. I'm sure the boys missed her so.

I blew out a sigh. She was right. It wasn't too late for me and her to build that best friend-sister kind of relationship.

However, did she really have to do that the day before she had to leave?

"Pfft," I threw the covers off of me. "Classic Hitomi."

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