[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191124/47250ed823ac9ed61633a0180c3f1a93.png[/img][/center] [color=#f7ac56][CENTER][b]MENTIONS:[/b] [@NeoAJ][/CENTER][/color] [color=#f7ac56][sub][b]A Shady convenience store April 19th, 2019 5:59 AM[/b][/sub][/color] [center][youtube]https://youtu.be/U-WzMovyzUA[/youtube][/center] [color=#f7ac56]Two men stood, one, a portly fellow at a dingy cash register, lazily turning through the pages of a magazine the contents of which this narrator would rather not describe in polite company. He would be handsome, were it not for his overly chubby cheeks and his perpetually greasy face. He wore a beanie with a bear on it and T-shirt advertising some Swedish death metal band, the rest of him was hidden behind a counter of nudie mags, jimmy hats, and cigarettes. Occasionally he looked up at a figure across the store from him. His companion, on the other hand, a much skinnier fellow, with beautiful long flowing black hair and an acne ridden face, his almond eyes could almost be mistaken for closed if you didn't know him-- leaned against a broom (clearly shirking his duties), he also wore a band t-shirt, Japanese noise metal, and an oversized red flannel over that, blue jeans and mismatched converse. His companion, was staring-- basically slack jawed. But at what. The convenience store was a dingy little place located in the armpit of Nashiro. 24/7, sure-- though what convenience it offered was up to debate. It had basic necessities crammed into a corner. Some travel supplies here and there. Plenty of soda and sake for those out late who wanted to keep the party going just a little bit longer, and three pachinko machines lines up neatly right in front of the door. This, is what Jazzy 'Belle' Cyra had come for. She had been too busy with her studies to get any real money making in last weekend, so she made sure to wake up early so she could scratch the itch. Pachinko was newer to Jazz-- she was still on the fence on whether or not she was a fan, but she could say one thing for sure [i]*the machine let out a pleasing ding ding ding*[/i] she enjoyed how easy it was to win. The man with the long hair shook his head, [b]"Dude! She's [i]still[/i] here! She's been here [i]two hours![/i]"[/b] The man in the beanie continued to look at his girls, [b]"You know how serious pachinko players are, dude, shit's a test of endurance."[/b] The long haired man let the broom drop as he laughed, [b]"That's some fuckin' stamina...She don't even look Japanese..."[/b] His laughter died down as he picked up the broom, [b]"Think she'd let me fuck? Could use a girl that could go at it for a while..."[/b] The man in the beanie looked up slowly with a smirk, then frowned, [b]"Nah, dude, see that uniform-- [i]Hyakusawa[/i]-- them's a different breed. A simp like you don't stand a chance, and that's assuming she's legal."[/b] The long haired man gave the man in the beanie a scoff and flung his arm in his direction, as if to say 'watch me,' he leaned the broom against the counter and made his way over to Jazz with a swagger in his step just as the pachinko machine was making another sound of victory. He couldn't get a word out before Jazz handed him a rather long receipt from the machine with a sweet smile, [color=#ffc0cb]"Oh wonderful, you came to me! I'd like to cash out for my cards, please."[/color] That threw the long haired man for a loop, for sure-- but he could recover. So he played along, it was all fun and games until he realized she had won [b][i]200,000 yen[/i][/b]. The man looked down in disbelief and all she had to say, as if she was bored, while examining her nails was [color=#ffc0cb]"I wanted to make about 10 times that, but I only had so much time before classes begin. Pachinko is such a slow game."[/color] The long haired man was silent for a long time, gulping for air like a fish gasping for water on land. What [i]was[/i] this girl? A cheater? By the length of the receipt she couldn't be-- unless she somehow faked all her losses. A pro, then? She certainly had the stamina of one-- but she wasn't even Japanese! He couldn't tell if she was African or Arab or what. As the long haired man pondered this, Jazz stood, wiping the filth of the unwashed leather stool from her uniform skirt. The politeness was quickly leaving her face. [color=#ffc0cb]"My cards?"[/color] She held a hand out. The long haired man stuttered, [b]"W-well you see the thing about that is"[/b] He wasn't sure! Of course they were used to minors coming in here and winning a few dollars every now and then, but [i]that much?[/i] If someone had a problem with it, it'd be his ass on the line for sure... He needed to think... think... think... [i]*snap*[/i] That was it! He'd ask her out! If she said yes, she'd get her money. If not, no dice. He shook his head and his mane of hair followed, causing him to squint his eyes even further to maintain focus on the brown beauty before him. [b]"So I uhh, noticed your uniform..."[/b] He began, [b]"And you know, it's not typical company policy for us to give payouts to minors,"[/b] He lied, poorly, the man in the beanie rolled his eyes, [b]"So, how about this-- I'll cut you a deal, you go out with me, and I'll get you your cards so you can get your payout next door... just keep everything on the hush-hush, you know?"[/b] [color=#ffc0cb][i]I could pop your head like a grape with my thighs you pathetic, little man.[/i][/color] The polite smile was back, and an expression crossed her face as if she was speaking to a horribly confused child, she tilted her head to the side, and despite his being taller than her, she somehow loomed over him. [color=#ffc0cb]"Oh dear, it seems I've been misled. I could have sworn this establishment was one of repute for allowing those of any age to partake in these arcade games. If only I'd been informed before I'd spent so much yen here..."[/color] [b]"W-well you only spent 5000..."[/b] She continued, uninterrupted, [color=#ffc0cb]"Perhaps I should inform the city board such an establishment is running-- basically profiteering off of juvenile hopes, not to mention money... or perhaps I could mention to your boss that you tried blackmailing a teenager into going out with you, to fuck you, no doubt, I'm sure he'd love that one... there are so many options..."[/color] She tapped the man on the nose, [color=#ffc0cb]"Do you know my favorite?"[/color] He was making his best attempt at being stone faced, [b]"No, what?"[/b] [color=#ffc0cb][i]"Oh-ho-ho-ho!"[/i][/color] She giggled, as she paced before, [color=#ffc0cb]"So you don't know who I am?"[/color] The two men exchanged confused looks. [color=#ffc0cb]"Perfect-- well, allow me to inform you"[/color] She assumed a parade rest as her back was turned to the two, [color=#ffc0cb]"My father is... well, you might know him him as a [i]Sheikh[/i],"[/color] She lied, [color=#ffc0cb]"And, well, you might not know my mother, but I'm sure you know her father-- boss of the Kameya-ikka VI? Of the Saitama region?"[/color] The men's eyes, even the long haired man's, eyes were as large as plates at this point, Jazz gave an exaggerated shrug, [color=#ffc0cb]"I guess some years ago someone thought it'd be a good idea for there to be an alliance between the Yakuza and the royals of the Middle East-- and here I am!"[/color] At this point both men were sweating bullets, Jazz turned around and gave the long haired man a hearty slap on the back [color=#ffc0cb][i]"'ant ghabiun!!!"[/i][/color] He nearly fell on the floor as he stumbled forward. The foreign sounding tongue scared the long haired man even more-- [b]"So like, what do you want, man!"[/b] Jazz blinked a couple of times, dumbfounded, [color=#ffc0cb]"Isn't it obvious? I want my fucking money!"[/color] The man in the beanie had already begun preparing her cards for payout after witnessing the exchange, as Jazz made her way over to him, the long haired man followed at a distance, looking a bit smaller by the second. [b]"But you already have so much money, why do you need this?"[/b] [color=#ffc0cb]"I don't [i]need[/i] this"[/color] Technically, that was the truth, despite her playing this character of the heiress, [color=#ffc0cb]"I [i]want[/i] it, huge different,"[/color] Also technically true, but for different reasons than the character, [color=#ffc0cb]"And If I don't get what I want, I'll call daddy or gran-daddy, and burn this whole city to the ground if I have to to get it."[/color] He backed off after that. As Jazz headed to the door, cards in tow, she struck a pose and addressed the two, still slightly cowering in fear, [color=#ffc0cb]"The best parts of you both dried up on your mother's inner thigh, you'll never see me again after this, so If either of you sons of bitches, got anything else to say to me, now's the fucking time..."[/color] ... [color=#ffc0cb]"Didn't think so."[/color] She let the door swing closed behind her as she went next door for her payout.[/color] [hr] [color=#f7ac56][sub][b]Hyakusawa Academy April 19th, 2019 3:15 PM[/b][/sub][/color] [color=#f7ac56]Jazz woke with an unfeminine snort. The annoying, electronic bell chimed away signaling the end of classes for the day. She'll be the first to admit, waking up at 3 so she could gamble? Not her best idea. Coffee before school was actually enough to put a pep in her step, though. It was just that she was an active student, aside from Algebra II and Calculus the sciences and athletics, she would mostly been pulled through the day and Literature at the end of the day put her straight to sleep. Like an unwilling child dragged to the dentist by an overbearing mother. That was the nature of school sometimes, like a microcosm of life, you didn't really want to be there, but you had to be anyway. It made her pine for home, despite the occupation they somehow hadn't brought over the ability to choose your own classes. Students around her began to get ready to head home. She rested her head on her hand and scanned the board for any hints of what lessons might've been missed. And homework to be done. [b]"The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do."[/b] [color=#ffc0cb][i]Good to know that's a global constant,[/i][/color] she thought. Groans and mumbles from students came from all around, as the teacher, a tall grey haired woman already began to erase what little Jazz could gleam was taught in class. She sucked in air through her teeth. That didn't leave her many options especially if-- [b]"Your essays and power points on [i]The Tale of Genji[/i] are due in one week, and expect pop quizzes. You may leave."[/b] the shrew cawed. [color=#ffc0cb][i]F U C K[/i][/color] Spoken Japanese came easy to Jazz, but she still had difficulties with the kanji. That was how she picked up so many languages so quickly-- conversationally. It wasn't ideal for getting school work done, but for the subjects she excelled in, like math and science, the language was universal. MAYBE the Inihara bookstore place had an English translation? But could she really read it in a week? She wasn't exactly a speed reader. And if not she was doubly fucked anyway. This, yet again, made her pine for home-- back there she [i]guys[/i] for this kind of thing, a support system of nerds she could reliably pay for results when the going got tough. Here? Her family had been here maybe two months? She was the new girl. No one knew if she was American or some other flavor of scary foreigner, but she certainly didn't have a support system-- she didn't have a [i]friend[/i]. Sighing heavily, she let her head fall hard on her desk. Only for a few seconds, but by the time she lifted her head again, the class was mostly deserted, save for a few stragglers. That was going to make this next part so much harder-- she was going to have to find someone to study with, translate-- at least summarize the book for her. She couldn't afford to let her grades slip, this school actually had decent athletic scholarship potential. She gave an energized nod and stood quickly, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She confidently marched over to the nerdiest kid she could find when suddenly-- Jazz saw a girl-- no, despite the uniform, this was most definitely a [i]woman[/i] exiting the room. She looked to be about six feet tall, with skin as fair as the moon, and onyx hair down to her ass with a strut in her step like she [i]knew[/i] how to flaunt it. Jazz bit her lip. She didn't catch her face, which was a crime. The nerdy boy looked up at Jazz, and Jazz down at him. Clasping her hands together, she made a decision right there to follow the mystery classmate out of the door then and there. Picking her out in the hallway was easy enough, not even taking into account her height, most of her schoolmates were 5-7's and this girl was a 9 from behind. [i]However[/i] taking into account her height came some logistical issues. Jazz was pretty short-- 5 feet flat last she measured. That put a solid foot of leg between her and her pursuant. And there was the issue of what to say-- [color=#ffc0cb][i]Oh, hey, have you noticed we're in the same class together? I know this might seem weird but would you maybe want to get some coffee with me and help me study? I'm actually having trouble with this book report and could really use some help and you seem like you know what you're doing.[/i][/color] [color=#ffc0cb][i]That... actually wouldn't be too bad of an opener... Now just come up with a reason why you're practically stalking her.[/i][/color] [color=#ffc0cb][i]Be honest and tell her you think she's cute?[/i][/color] [color=#ffc0cb][i]Lie? Let's be real, Imma probably do this.[/i][/color] Jazz, with all her grace and luck, bumped into the mystery classmate as she came to a standstill. As the woman turned around, looking down at Jazz's attempt at giving a polite and apologetic smile. Her skin had suddenly turned clammy and her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest-- [color=#ffc0cb][i]You don't even need to do the line you practiced! Just apologize![/i][/color] She couldn't breath, she tried to speak to the woman but all she could stutter out were lines about coffee or cuteness. Was this what sleep deprivation did to you? She woke up early today... and she basically hadn't gotten and sleep all weekend studying since the kanji was so hard to decipher. She took one look at the mystery classmate's face and the unfairness of life came crashing down around her like a wave. Her eyes were blue. So [i]blue[/i]. She didn't even [i]know[/i] Japanese people's eyes could be blue... is that racist of her...? That was her last thought as the world started to go dark. Jazz fainted.[/color]