📝Warning, this is a test for a upcoming project. The story will be ERASED in five days, and judging by the results, I may continue 📝
On a bright Monday morning, in the city of Satsujin, lied a small hair salon. Out came Bosu Ni, a female of average height. A dark-skinned female, of race Afro-Asian. Yes, she was dark-skinned, yet in the country of Japan.
She slowly walked out of the salon, a exasperating sigh was released as she gazed up to the beautifully clear sky, with little to no clouds. She was dressed in a turtle neck, made out of wool to fit the Christmas season they were in, along with a grey pants, matching the color of the turtle neck. If there was something that didn't match her outfit it was her scarf. A blazing red one.
"What a productive day"...
The female inquired as she tapped both sides of her face vigorously. Her hair, extremely curly had pounced onto her shoulders. "Took all day to get my hair like this... Worth it tho" Bosu said with a small charm of happiness.
Just as she was about to be on her way, she was surrounded instantaneously. Around her, were many people, men and women alike; They wore black leather jackets with a blue bird on the back.
"What do we have here"? Bosu continued to adjust her scarf as one man out of the armed crowd stepped forwards. "Bosu Ni, as orders from our captain. ZZZZ . We are required to capture you. ZZZZ. Please don't make this difficult..." The man with grey pupils commented whilst yawning half way through his speech.
"Touuuuma-san!!! This is serious, be SERIOUS!!" A female from the mob started to criticize the lazy looking male.
"I see, Mr. Vagina wants me for some reason huh?"
M-Mr What? It's Vagena." (Touma San)
"Sure it is" (Bosu)
The female smiled as she reached into her pockets and out came five needles, clasped between her fingers. Swiftly, the needles left her hand and into the necks of five of her assaulters.
As the row of them fell to their knees, the female took this opportunity to run. "Thanks for the chit-chat and all Touma, but... I gotta go" Bosu made a mad dash throughout the city of crime, her grin as white as the clouds that flurried through the sky.
Bosu continued her trip onwards onto the side walk. The moment that the rest started to catch up, she swiftly spun in a motion of 360°. Needles of approximately 10 flew out towards the group of them, taking out the rest.
Despite that, one person was left.
Touma
He had a short mohawk, along with the gang's leather jacket and symbol. His eyes were always half shut for some reason, sleep deprived maybe?
His jacket was always pulled, along with nothing under, just his raw chest. His mohawk also wasn't styled, it wasn't spiky nor anything.... JUST AVERAGE....
"Is it just me, or am I feeling some serious deja Vu here?" Bosu asked the man as cars sped past them in a swift motion. Only to cause rapid gun shots and explosions to occur throughout the city.
The two seemed to be staring directly at each other, unfazed by the sudden chaos. Drawing his metal baton from the holster, slowly Touma threw the metal into the air and gripped onto it, pointing the murder weapon at Bosu.
Ni, on the other hand, reached into her turtleneck's pocket to which she sewed in. With a simple motion, the female pulled out two more needles, yet something seemed weird. It looked as if she was tying something on to both middle fingers, before actually gripping them.
Touma made one step forwards as the two of them exchanged eye contact, tension suffocating the two.
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Satsujin, the city of no laws. The city to which any and everything can happen. No laws, you say? How does the city function? Simple, the city has multiple mafia families to which run the city from the pure face, with the Ikari family being the ruler of all.
The families are graded from rank 10 - 0, completely based on destructive capability. The higher in rank your family is, the more respected it is, and the more power it has.
There is no government system in this city, it just doesn't exist. However, there are many other things to keep in mind. There are small gangs, there are still businesses, stores and shops, and finally assassins. Bosu is just that, an assassin that fulfills hit lists on mafia members and the popular.
Bosu Ni, or as popularly known, Bloody Mary is known all around the city, her teammates' names still a secret.
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Before long, the glass showcasing window at the other side of the street had smashed into smitherines. Shards of glass went flying everywhere as the unbelievable occurred. A bike flew out of the convenience store, sporting a dark red tint as the rider stopped the acceleration and stopped in-between the two.
Both enemies were beyond confused, both staring blankly at the rider. Slowly, the being drew his helmet off, both Bosu and Touma, readying their weapons for combat.
📝AN: Thank you for taking your time to read this story of mine. It's my first story I've made, or more of the first series I've made so I hope you enjoy.... Please express your thoughts about this part in the comments, it's pretty necessary for it's future
P.s: Parts Out Every Friday 📝