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[h2][color=273B6A]Junichi Ikaido, “Joshua.”[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=273B6A]“Fuckin' fiends..”[/color] The young man that called himself Jun walked down the concrete stairs that led up to his appartment. He had just finished watching the news show with 'Molly Schuler', some half-male looking bimbo with a [i]pin-striped[/i] suit. Who wore that kinda stuff. [b]Tsk.[/b] After that he had thrown on his black slip-ins and his navy coat, before putting an unlit cigarette on his lips and walking out the door. His dog, [i]Wotan[/i], had yelped angrily as Jun left the house. But he was used to that by now - damn dog wouldn't want to be alone even if it meant he could chew up the nearly broken chairs. 

The concrete stairwell was cold, both the concrete itself and the air in it. It was another of those shitty days - it was warm outside, but the stairwells were always cold as shit. And that never sat well with Jun. Though it was always nice to return from a warm day at the docks, to walk into that cool stairwell and have a break from that sweaty weather. [i]Anyway..[/i] today he had a day off for a chance - Ricardo, his boss, had deemed fit to close the docks for the dockworkers a day. Probably, that had to do with the attacks. [color=273B6A]“Mwuess I can fank the Fiends f'r tha..”[/color] he said, his words coming out a bit malformed due to the cigarette in his mouth. However, now that he had a day off, he'd be clueless as to what to do for the day. He could visit his mom and pops? Possibly, but that meant he'd have to endure the talks about how his little brother was being a rascal again, and was smoking like Jun. [i]Too much shit for one day.[/i] Maybe visit Ame. [i]Wait, no.[/i] She called herself Amy now, since the Americans kept going “Ame? No dear, you pronounce it Amy..” Fucking Americans and their rude manners. He'd reached the bottom of the stairwell by now and still had no idea what he was going to do. He gave himself one last time to come up with something. [i]If I don't think of something before I lit my cigarette and step outside..[/i]

Welp, he didn't have to choose anymore. Right before he got to light his cigarette, the [url=http://asiabeam.com/v/var/albums/movies/Crows_Zero_2/scans/Shun%20Oguri%20-%20Crows%20Zero%202%20__act_%20vol_%2017_%2002.jpg]face[/url] of a known person popped up. [color=273B6A]“Sup Pwatchy',”[/color] Jun said with a light smile, though his words were still somewhat muffled due to the cigarette, he was happy with the spontaneous nickname that he came up with for this idiot, with his stupid eyebrow patch. [i]“Yo, Jun. Where were you last night man? Shit was cray-cray.”[/i] he said, pointing at the patch he had on his eyebrow. Maybe this idiot was at the festival when the shit hit the fan. [color=273B6A]“I was mworking man, Ricardo got mwe working overtime last night.”[/color] he said, finally lighting the cigarette and proceeding down the stairs completely, turning the corner with his friend 'Patchy' in tow. [i]“Man, those fiends are crazy shit. I don't know if [b]my[/b] boss can deal with them. Maybe it's time to lay low, what'ya think Jun?”[/i] 

Jun inhaled deeply and then let the smoke roll out his mouth before taking the cigarette off his lips to speak. [color=273B6A]“Ah, you got some pocket money after that last deal we did. Maybe you should tell your boss that you want some time off. Prob'ly he's not dumb enough to go toe to toe with the fiends.”[/color] Jun omitted the fact that if his friends would back off, lay low for a time, that meant that Jun was out of the circuit too. His position as dockworker allowed him to sneak stuff into boxes that were meant to go onto the ships, so he was a prime candidate for doing some jobs on the side for the Yakuza bosses. And his friends were only minor players, not even full initiates. They were merely wakagashira-hosa, [i]underlings.[/i] It'd be some time 'till they were initiated as kumi-in, [i]enlisted men.[/i] Untill then they were stuck rolling with the street gang they had created, [i][b]the Yellow Men.[/b][/i] A stupid name if you asked Jun, but it was a remnant of their childhood years when they faced common remarks about their skin color. Instead of crying about it they made it their own and hence forth they were called the Yellow Men, a group of kids running around stealing food from supermarkets, stealing snicker bars from gas stations and running past old ladies and grabbing their purses. Lucrative for a 14 year old.

But now they were older and into even more lucrative stuff. Armed robberies at times, a kidnapping even, and most notably drug trafficking. Mostly in service to a Yakuza boss that didn't want to be tied to the crime that he awnted done. But it earned a good amount of money that the Yellow Men obviously spent right away on booze, women and other useless shit. Jun might've been the only one that was only marginally involved by helping out, and as such he didn't get much money from it, only a bit of pocket change that could help him save up for later. But since that accident in the docks last year, he'd have spent all of that just on the hospital. [color=273B6A]“So where we going, Patchy? And how'd ya get that patch.”[/color] Patchy didn't seem to mind the new nickname and simply answered [i]“We're going to the regular spot, the Kushi bar. The other Yellow's are waiting there. That patch? It's nothing, one of the damn fiends kicked me in the head when I tried to get away from that [b]massacre.[/b] .. obviously I killed him after that.”[/i] Okay, now [b]that[/b] was a blatant lie, but Jun kept that to himself and simply nodded at the man. They were headed for the Kushi bar, the regular meeting spot for the Yellow Men, and other tough looking thugs.