Minato cracked the Jukusen beercan in his hands, tossing it aside onto a pile of beercans that far exceeded the limit of the trashcan they were in. He grabbed another one from the sixpack on the small table in front of him. [i]“Ahn, only two left..”[/i] he thought to himself when he leaned back into the cosy torn down sofa. He opened the beercan and extended his free arm over the couch, taking a few gulps of beer before leaning his head back. [i]“So I'm with the Lost Ones now. Guess it's better than being a part of the Amaranth Shitstorm.”[/i] He grinned in silence as he thought up the few names he had heard of the Amaranths. He knew the leader was called Angel, which is quite a weird name for a gang leading, gun toting, murdering idiot, but apart from her name he didn't know shit about her so he would like to know if the rumors about her violence were true. 

Minato leaned up again and stood up, walking to a cabinet which was missing 1 of the 3 drawers. On top of it was a cheap stereo system. He grabbed a CD holder laying next to the stereo system, opened it and went through the many many CD's in it. He grabbed one of the illegally copied CD's labeled ''SD Junksta'' with permanent marker, put it inside the stereo system and cranked up the volume. Oldschool Japanese rap started playing, Minato bumping his head to the beat as he mouthed the lyrics to himself. He walked back to the couch and sat down again, chugging down the last beer in the beercan. He leaned his head back again on the couch and enjoyed the music.

[i]“I should ask someone for some info on the Amaranth Dicks. It would be useful to know who we're rivalling.”[/i] He jumped up from the couch, turned off the stereo system and walked over to the door where he grabbed his jacket from the coat hanger. As he put it on he walked through the door and slammed it shut after him, not bothering to lock it because everyone knows stealing in the poor neighbourhood won't give you any good loot anyway. It would be like a rich man going to the poorest man on earth and taking a milligram off of the potatoe the man has. He's gonna be glad he got to keep the rest of the potatoe. [i]“Gonna eat potatoe for dinner tonight.”[/i] Minato liked potatoes. And ademame. He liked food in general. 

When he walked out the door of the appartment building he jumped up and down a few times, appearing energetic for a boy living in the slums. He stretched his arms a bit and jogged on his place for about three seconds before walking down the right side of the street. Despite the misery around him he smiled, for no reason what so ever. His goal for the day was finding out more about the Amaranth Douchebag group, and he figured he might as well ask some of the more respected members of the group. No doubt they'd help a new guy out, right? He was instructed that there was an emergency hideout in Tersei, a few blocks from where he lived. But since it was an emergency hideout and not a gigantic sign saying ''We're the lost ones and we're a gang! Come get us!'' or otherwise something known as a base he figured nobody would be there. 

Walking down the street Minato also noted the lack of (working) cars. Economical crashes were something interesting. The few cars that were still running were used to transport people.. where? There were no jobs. Where would you go with the car? And the cost of the gas was probably higher than the pay you'd get anyway. Ahn, that explained the lack of cars, ofcourse. Oh, right, where are people gonna be if they're not at the emergency hideout. Probably under some bridge. 

In front of him he saw a fire in a barrel, with some people standing around it. Judging from the corner they were standing on, it was obviously Nagami and his friends, who were a part of the Lost Ones as well. He's the reason Minato actually got into the Lost Ones, acting sort of like a bridge for him between himself and the Lost Ones. “Oi, Nagami, any idea where I can find someone that could help me out with some stuff? I need to ask some questions about some Lost Ones related stuff.” Nagami grinned and nodded his head as a greeting, grabbing a bottle of Kirin Fukkoku Lager and giving it to Minato before even answering. “Yo, Minato! How you been, homeboy! My homie, man! Minato is my homie!” Nagami was a stereotypical Japanese gangster, using language you wouldn't expect from a Japanese guy like him. He even dressed like a gangster, sagging his pants down low, but still using a belt, because logic wasn't something he'd use. He had a white stained A-shirt on and a New-Era style cap, turned backwards. Minato always grinned when he saw this fool, but once you got to know him he was really a good guy. “Yeah, I'm your homie. Thanks for the beer.” Minato said. He smiled at Nagami and pulled the cap off of the bottle by smacking it against the rim of the barrel with the fire in it. A bit of glass chipped off so he made sure not to drink from that side, being a careful guy and all. 

“But where can I find someone for info?” Nagami looked around himself clumsily, already a bit drunk despite it not being that late. He pointed in a direction, seemingly random, but Minato just said whatever and thanked him by folding his hands together with the beer in between and subtly bowing. Nagami's reply was hilarious. “No problem, G! You go get some info, we keep the [i]hood[/i] clean, my man! We keep it clean, my boy!” Minato chuckled and drank some beer again before putting up his hand as a goodbye and walking off.

After some time Minato saw a sign that said ''Joshua's Body sh-'' Where the word ''Shop'' was supposed to be, someone whited it out using white graffiti and sprayed down the Lost Ones insignia, namely the North star. Maybe Nagami was right. Minato walked inside the store and put up his hand. “Hey.” The guys inside chilling out looked at him and then without replying continued what they were doing. They probably thought he was an outsider. Minato seemed unimpressed. He looked around and saw a girl standing around, not talking to the others or working on something, atleast so it seemed. Minato walked up and put up his hand again. “Hey, I'm Minato. I'm Nagami's friend.. he ehm, sent me here. Do you mind if I ask you some questions about the Amaranth Wolves? I'm sorry if you're busy, I'll go ask someone else then. I kinda wanna know what the Wolves are all about and stuff... and I kinda wanna know what I'm supposed to be doing now that I'm with the Lost Ones. I mean.. standing around probably isn't my job now, right?” The beer bottle was still in his hand and he gulped down the last of it before casually standing in front of the girl.