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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 took a sip from the cold lemonade, the perfect view of the sun coming to my peripheral vision.

With shades on and a bottle of lemonade drink, I sat on the hood of the car.

I watch the sun rise and fall and had come to love it somehow.

Well, what would someone like me do in a strange land and being ignored by the only person whom I can bother?

I sounded desperate. If my sister was to see and hear what I have been doing, she'd be fairly disappointed and most likely not pleased by what was happening.

I crossed my legs and watched the sun slowly making its way up.

While the sunset reminds me of goodbyes, the sunrise made me think of hope.

Is that how people see it too? Or is it just me?

I took another sip from the cold lemonade drink.

Sunrise