Rokurou frowned. The brawny man kept sneaking peaks at his watch. It wasn’t like Sato to be late, though he reasoned that it also wasn’t like himself to be calling emergency jogs in the middle of the night. Only illuminated by the old street lights lining the route, Rokurou started a tired run down the usual path. Seconds after he started, the male stopped, as a familiar voice called out to him. He pivoted on his heel to see who it was, slowing down his pace as he ran backwards. Sato quickly caught up to him in his plain white attire he usually wore on their runs. ”You’re late,” Rokurou stated with a sneer.

“It’s already late, Rokurou.” Sato replied, swiftly pulling a sweater over his body. ”And it’s cold. Why are we here again?” The two synced their pace together so that they were running side-by-side. Neither felt inclined to move on from what life had been like during highschool, especially Sato, but a year had already slipped by. It’d become routine; almost even day after school, Rokurou went on a run with Sato, and every odd day, Sato studied with Rokurou. Archery club was a distant memory by the second semester. Dropping those things once they both got busy left something to be desired in both their lives.

Rokurou huffed, both in an attempt to hide his increasingly heavy breathing and to express his dislike for the question. “It’s been a couple months since we last ran like this. Not like this, but—you get my point.” Sato nodded, but Rokurou was too focused on keeping in sync with his shorter friend to notice. He always seemed to be going slower or Sato was faster or Sato had longer strides or he had shorter.

“I’ve been keeping it up, but it’s obvious you haven’t. You better not be subsiding off junk food again, Rokurou.” Sato sniffed, feeling the fluid gathering in his sinuses. It was an awfully cold night for a run. Rokurou ran a little ahead before stopping at a bench before an old cherry tree and flopping down on it. ”It’s not good to sit down after a run. Or during a run, I guess.”

Despite his protests, Sato sat down beside Rokurou and looked at his face. The broader male’s black yellow-striped collar blocked the view of the bottom half, so Sato pulled it down to see the recently shaved jaw-line. ”I’ve been eating good, I’ll have you know! I just got a really shitty metabolism you see.”

”Sure,” Sato snorted.

Rokurou leaned forward, hanging his hands down between his legs. ”I know you’re heading off to university next week, so I thought we should spend some time together before you ditch this town. And y’know, between my jobs and whatever the hell you do, this was the only time we were both free.”

Sato smiled a heart-melting smile. ”I’m not going far, just the next town over. You can come find me whenever I’m available if you’d like. I tend to stay on top of my studies well enough to get myself some well-deserved free time.” Rokurou chuckled to himself, and the sylph-like boy shot him an inquisitive glance.

”My parents are still bitching to me about how I’m not going to college immediately. I think some folks need to see that there’s sometimes more important things than education.” Sato laughed at the comment for no reason, as he sidled a little closer to Rokurou. The larger teen blocked some of the cold winds. And his body heat was warming too.

After neither added anything after a while, Sato broke the silence with a proposition. ”Mind if I get a little closer? Nobody’s around at this hour, and I’m chilly.”

Rokurou gave a toothy smile. ”C’mere,” He pulled Sato into him, wrapping an arm around the boy’s body. Sato fell into the broad frame without hesitation. God, how he missed the familiar embrace. And would miss it. As the wind picked up, Sato crept his hands up into Rokurou’s shirt, causing the boy the jump a bit as Sato’s icy hands touched the bare skin.

”Softer than I remember,” he mumbled, burying the side of his face in Rokurou’s chest.

”Shut up,” Rokurou whispered back as he rested his chin in Sato’s hair. ”I’m not fat.”

"You throw around 'daughter of the Yakuza' like it's an insult. It is true I am born of the underworld… but tell me - what kind of fool provokes a demon?"

Name: Jun Himura
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:



If it weren't for the fact that Jun wears a skirt and has long hair, most people would assume she was just a feminine looking boy. The way she carries herself seems to be that of a man, at any rate. The fact that her "casual" wear (read: clubbing/picking up girls) wear is a suit doesn't help matters.

She rarely wears anything revealing because of the dragon tattoo on her back. It takes up almost the entirety of her back, the only revealing sign that she is indeed, linked to the yakuza.

Arcana: Devil
Personality:

Jun has charisma, and lots of it. She's frank with her opinions and tactful with her words, with a sharp tongue and rapier wit to go along with it. The only problem is that she has no chance to display this aspect of her personality. People are often intimidated by her - if not her reputation then her skill in kendo. It also doesn't help that she's mercilessly shot down every guy who's worked up the courage to confess to her or chucked their love letters straight in the bin in public view.

The hushed whispers behind her back that she's the daughter of a yakuza boss doesn't help either. It's a sore spot for her, especially since she wants nothing to do with that life - even if she's grown up in relative comfort thanks to it. It's her main motivation to do well in school and get a proper job elsewhere. Preferably overseas and far out of the reach of her father.

All of this has given her a reputation as a Frost Queen, and the fact that she does nothing to improve her reputation in this regard gives people the impression that she thinks she's better than them, or that she really enjoys the status of being yakuza. The truth, however, is that anyone who gets too close to her might simply end up being pulled into her world, and that's the last thing she wants for her classmates. The overprotective nature of her father has also meant that anyone he deems to be a dangerous influence on her is immediately removed - either by eviction or less savoury means.

If anyone really got to know her, however, all of that would change. Jun is scary, but only because she inherited her father's protective nature. Anyone she comes to respect and care for will find a steadfast and loyal friend who always has their backs - especially in a fight.

She is also scary because of how shamelessly skilled she is at charming women in clubs or (her guilty pleasure) the staff at the maid café she frequents, Kawaii Kohi. She is unrestrained when in party mode despite being a minor. The only thing she refrains from is drugs, and even then only the hard, addictive stuff. If one offers her some pot, she's more than willing to try it.

Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - A Masamune katana. It technically meant to be on display in her home, but in Jun's words "There is nothing more pitiful than caged dragon."
Armour - Depending on whether she has time to change, the female school uniform or her suit.
Accessories - A necklace with a silver dragon coil around a piece of photoluminescent jade that glows in the dark.

Kendo - This goes without saying, but her father insisted that she learn how to wield a sword since he had no other heirs and wants her to inherit his position. She is trained by a private instructor and though she wants desperately to join the kendo club and actually practice with her peers, she reluctantly admits that if her father got wind one of them landed a blow and injured her, there would be hell to pay.

Aikido - Well, obviously a young girl walking around with a katana is too conspicuous, so Jun was also taught Aikido to defend herself.

Background:

Jun's entire family history could probably be traced to the Yakuza as far as she is concerned, or recalls. Her mother was a hostess who ended up the mistress of her father. For most of her childhood, this wasn't hidden from her, not that it could. Her mother's reputation preceded them everywhere they went. Jun was ostracized by the neighbourhood kids, but they never did anything more than hurl insults. Presumably because their parents were afraid of the consequences.

As long as her father's world left her alone, she was content to assume it didn't exist. When his wife could not bear him any heirs, however, he saw Jun as his only chance left of securing a successor that was directly related to him by blood. So began her years of training in etiquette and kendo, in asserting her authority. She was tasked with running her household's finances with her mother, in preparation for managing territory.

She hated every moment of it. She knew what happened to daughters of yakuza. If her father became indebted to another gang, she would be offered as "goodwill". At best, she would be married off to another influential member of the underworld to seal an alliance or merge two families. The only problem was that she wasn't interested in men.

The first time her father got wind of her sleeping with a girl, he was furious. The girl's family suddenly received an eviction notice and had their store burnt down. Though he did not claim responsibility, the warning was clear to Jun - anyone her father deemed to be a disgrace upon the family would be removed. That list included any girl Jun deigned to have a relationship with.

So she moved away, transferred schools and was relocated somewhere nobody knew of her inclinations or what had happened with her previous girlfriend. Her lessons in succession continued, but Jun knew that she would never be free to live her life as long as she was just a daughter of the yakuza.

Persona: Mordred
Appearance:



Abilities:

Mudoon
Blade of Fury
Strong against Physical
Rebellion