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"Get lost."
The bored sounding tone of Hiyori had just enough vinegar behind it to illustrate her dissatisfaction with her uninvited guests but this wasn't Hiyori's place. No, this was only a temporary place for Hiyori to lay her head offering only a futon, a kitchenette, a bathroom around the corner, and a small TV in this studio apartment. Truth was, she didn't know exactly where home was but she sure as shit knew what was hers and when someone was trying to take it.
Her apartment was dimly lit with only a lamp beside the bed illuminating the place as the blackout curtains installed by Hiyori had been pulled shut to allow her a restful day's sleep after a night of illicit activity and yet, the details of the intruders were almost clear as day. these four intruders weren't run of the mill, judging by the scars and tough facades that each individual had. They were likely bruisers for some gang that her syndicate had managed to piss off and while surely they would likely rob the place blind, they were here for one purpose: thin the competition. There were many ways of approaching that but this was obviously one of two things: intimidation or liquidation. The former was only meant to scare people off by beating them, often times badly, while the latter was meant to be killing outright. To Hiyori, it didn't matter what the intention was, it wasn't going to go they way they thought.
The four men hissed and taunted, reassured by their advantage in numbers but that did little to deter Hiyori who sat up from her folded out futon and got to her feet. Hiyori ignored them, only clenching her teeth in an angered scowl as she rolled her neck to get it to crack a few times. This was why she didn't bother with too much furniture.
One of the men made the first move and step forward with a lumbering swing aimed high. Slow, almost unnaturally slow, it was an easy object to duck under as Hiyori's upper body rolled under the punch before she planted herself and threw a closed fist forward and to her surprise, she hit much harder than she thought. Hiyori's fist slammed into the man's stomach and despite the usual reaction of bending forward with a grunt, the man screamed as the sound of cracking bones could be heard. He was knocked off his feet and sent flying fifteen feet back into trendy brick wall that all these trendy city studio apartments had. The man becoming a projectile now, slammed into the wall causing bricks to break and crumble as the unconscious body dropped and slumped to the floor.
The other three men were aghast to see their ally in such a disheveled state, and since these things usually had the leader and strongest making the first move, they were stunned. One glanced back at Hiyori who's expression was unchanged in her rage but internally, she couldn't believe what she just did either. She flicked her head up in a motion of appearing tall, despite being the shortest person in the room by far. "Any of you other shits feel brave enough? Or are you going to take my final offer and fuck off." The three men backed away and Hiyori cracked her knuckle. "Take your friend with you. Otherwise I'll just toss him out the window." She threatened and that was enough to discourage them for trying anything else.
The men hurried scooped their friend off and ran off, leaving Hiyori to close the door behind them. She exhaled sharply in relief but her worries weren't over. What the hell just happened? She had always been abnormally tough in life but never anything quite like this. What's more is that there were other things about herself that was suddenly becoming... vivid? Energized? Dangerous. She felt light and springy all of a sudden and her senses felt engorged with new stimuli. Her head began to swim around with a rush that she immediately headed for her bed, becoming dizzy the next moment before stumbling safety onto her futon. Then as suddenly as that event came, it passed. Leaving Hiyori laying across her futon in the silence of her barren apartment for a time until she heard it. The bell...
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Hiyori spent some time searching around her apartment for that loud sounding bell. It was almost like a churchbell, summoning the lay people for Sunday services but it wasn't the deeper tone but the light tone of what Hiyori would compare to a small pet bell. An unusual sound but at the same time, it was somehow familiar. There was nothing but as time was spent fruitlessly searching, a magnetic urge started to creep into Hiyori's mind and heart. She felt the need to leave and not just because she nearly just killed a man but that the bell was calling her. North, it seemed to pull her and that was all Hiyori could base her next impulsive actions on.
In a few minutes she packed a backpack with some essentials and tied her Katana to her bag, leaving without even locking her door behind her. She reached the garage, put on her helmet and in stereotypical fashion she rode out on a Japanese motorcycle with only the heading of North in her mind. Far North... she needed the interstate. Racing off, she was making pretty good timing for a destination that she had no idea where but judging how far she had gone in a few hours, it seemed like it was out of state...
