[h1]Amusement Park // Saturday // Evening[/h1]

Jun could feel the glare off the stall owner on her as she took aim through the sights of the BB gun and scored another hit. She was quickly emptying out his top prizes simply by being there for the past half an hour, scoring stuffed toys and cute figurines for a few of the lovely girls walking around. There was a small group of them surrounding her now, marveling at her skill and blushing when she offered them the right to choose a prize with the points she had scored. They hadn't been around when she threatened the guy to bring her bodyguards in to inspect his stall when it became apparent some of the targets were weighted down though.

She was used to the stares, even with the increased number of bodyguards. The kidnappings had her father worried, not to mention that in spite of his protests against her going out on the weekends to club and flirt with young women, she managed good grades anyway so he couldn't come up with anything better to occupy her time. A few weeks ago when he insisted she practise her kendo more diligently, one of his own lieutenants ended up in the hospital with a broken collarbone. So, he decided he would be just as much of an annoyance by putting so many guards on her that anyone would be uncomfortable approaching her while she was outside.

If only there was a way for them to do that here, in the amusement park. It was so crowded nobody could really tell she had the equivalent of a small army detachment watching her. As she handed off the prize to the last girl in the group, however, something felt amiss to her.

[i]There's another group watching me... The kidnappers? No, this hostility is way too intense.[/i] Jun scanned the crowd by shifting just her eyes, hoping to spot anyone eyeballing her. She saw no one. [i]Well, if they are looking for an opening to strike, let's give them one.[/i]

Slowly, Jun headed towards the less crowded areas of the amusement park - the horror attractions. She had no weapons to defend herself with, but she could always disarm someone and use theirs. The problem was that there were too many bystanders who would get hurt. She could do little more than be bait, and just wait for them to initiate the attack.

"Send a message to your father, little bitch!" A cry came out from behind her. [i]Wakizashi. That crest. Seems familiar... Yakuza. Are they breaking the alliance?[/i] She mused, as she ducked in one fluid movement, spinning around as she dropped to floor in a low kick and observed both the traditional weaponry and the emblem proudly worn on the man's clothes. He was knocked off balance with the blow but then two more attackers jumped in. One straight for her and another... for the enemy?

[i]Well, shit. Looks like there are two packs of wolves hunting me.[/i] A fight was out of the question now, as Jun's bodyguards closed in to try and protect her. She got back on her feet and ran, straight for the house of mirrors.