InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Laying Down the Law: Abuna i Dansu ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: The Kouga Lucius Connection 
A visitor comes to town to stay with a potentially unwilling brother.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.19.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
A visitor comes to town to stay with a potentially unwilling brother.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.19.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Well, here's the prologue to the new story, guys. It doesn't tell you a lot about what's gonna go down, but Ryuukoytsusei is gonna be kind of big in this story, so heads up. I get a little lyrical in here, so if you just want to do without the prologue, feel free. But you'll be confused. Read on!
A Cadillac drove quietly along the streets, looking offbeat and suspicious in the dreary slums of North Tokyo. The driver went quietly about his job, thinking as little as possible about the man in the backseat or the precious girl beside him; it was easier not to interfere in a situation such as this. The boss man paid well, which solicited few complaints from his many workers, but each of them had a sense of uneasiness whenever they saw him smile. Gentaki Tousen was a man of immoral means and everyone knew it, but the extent of his perversity was unknown by most.
Gentaki stared straight ahead, blood red eyes half hooded and trimmed green eyebrows gracefully arched. He wore Armani, a strict suit to match a strict man, and he sat himself so elegantly in the backseat of the Cadillac that one might mistake him for a prince. His emerald green hair contrasted deeply with his pale white skin, made eerie by the light of the streets.
The girl beside him hesitated a glance at Gentaki, moving her head the slightest fraction to observe him before returning her own crimson gaze to the window. She watched the scenery in a careless manner, interested but frightened by the prospect of leaving her father. This midnight trip through North Tokyo was not simply for pleasure and Mizumi knew it well, but she had not the courage to ask about their destination; Gentaki was harsh about the strangest things. Her dancers legs twitched inside her jeans, making her want to bolt from the car.
The Cadillac pulled to a stop in front of an apartment building eight stories high, built on a foundation not nearly strong enough to support the emotions and problems above. The windows were cracked, the brick scratched and dulled with age, and many stray stones and boards lay strewn across the stiff lawn. When the driver turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, Mizumi made as though the open her own door, only to find a stern gloved hand gripping her arm.
"Toro will get the door for you, Mizumi. Be patient and let him earn his pay," Gentaki said in a rough, gravelly business voice.
Startled by the red glare burning holes through her own eyes, Mizumi nodded shyly and looked down, studying the perfectly groomed carpet until Gentaki released her arm and Toro opened the door, allowing his mistress to step into the hot night air.
There were no crickets chirping as Mizumi surveyed the apartment building, only the distant honking of horns and screeching of arguing couples in the tenements above. The girl shuffled her feet, watching as Toro retrieved a small duffle bag from the trunk and waited for Gentaki to give him a signal. The streetlight caught Mizumi's hair, proving it to be the same emerald green as he fathers, though hers was curly and wild; she had restrained it with a red ribbon which matched her eyes.
Gentaki removed himself from the vehicle, standing to his full and impressive height of 6'4 before observing the building before him with disdainful eye. Sighing rather heavily, he jerked his head towards the entrance and Toro jumped to obey, hurrying quickly to open the door for his employer and his daughter. Mizumi remained rooted to the spot, looking around wide eyed as the tapping of her father's cane progressed towards the building.
"Mizumi, come now."
The girl jerked from her stupor and hurried after Gentaki and Toro, sneakers clapping on the concrete as she did so. Her fit dancer's body yearned to move free from the constraints of her father, but she knew her desires would have to wait a short trip up the stairs to her new home.
The inside lighting was yellow and fake, flickering in several areas as rats perused the hallways and dirt seemed to gather instantaneously on the walls. Gentaki moved purposefully behind Toro, who was shakily leading the way towards the stairs at the end of the hall. Mizumi watched the passing doors curiously; many of the numbers were incomplete and others hanging by a single screw, moving and squeaking as their entrance caused winds to blow through the drafty halls. As the trio treked up the stairs, Mizumi ran her soft hands along the metal banisters, the chipping paint rough against her palms. The trip from first to sixth and final floor seemed quite long, though it was the dull scenery of illegible graffiti and not the physical exertion which bothered Mizumi; her muscular legs could barely even feel the strain.
The sixth floor, unlike the floor below it, was open to the outside air and constrained by no walls; it appeared as though someone had surrepticiously decided to put extra apartments on the roof, though Mizumi convinced herself that it was simply strange architecture. There were only eight apartments on the sixth floor and Toro stopped abruptly in front of 607, dropping the duffel bag to the ground as he gave a sharp rap on the door.
Mizumi looked at the surrounding view of the city, noticing that she could see few building tops. She scrunched up her nose and turned her gaze dully to the door; she hated Tokyo, as well as all big cities. Despite the population, the entire place always seemed empty.
Rustling was heard from inside the apartment and Gentaki folded his gloved hands peacefully atop the silver dragon's head of his cane, looking as though he wanted to smirk quite badly as the door finally opened.
Ryuukoytsusei had been roused from a fairly good sleep, or at least one as deep as he ever got around to, and was quite pissed to hear visitors knocking on his door. He swore to himself as he pushed off the mattress that if his men weren't dying or close to it, he would personally kill every last one of them. The Dragon leader suspected that it was one of his followers, seeing as though his recently earned title "Lord of the North" seemed to mean "problem solver" the every scumbag around. In any case, Ryuu was thinking about not answering the door at all, if not for a nagging in the back of his mind.
When he opened the door to see his father standing placidly before him, he wanted to shut it in the thin man's face.
"What the hell do you want?" Ryuu asked in a low, rolling bark.
Gentaki observed his eldest son, who had exceeded him in height and musclemass by an extrodinary amount. This impressed him little, though the businessman's eyes strayed to the bulge on Toro's hip in a meaningful fashion; based on previous encounters with his son, Gentaki knew that firearms might come in handy. Ryuukoytsusei was wearing only jeans and no shirt, giving his visitors a full view of his rock solid chest, which was littered with scars; he'd obviously seen many fights and lost very few.
After a moment of silence, during which Ryuukoytsusei raised his eyebrow curiously as though to say, "get on with it," Gentaki finally replied, "I have business to attend to in France and I won't be returning for an indefinite amount of time."
"Is that supposed to impress me?" Ryuu asked boredly, lowering his emerald eyes and preparing to shut the door.
Gentaki's elegant hand barred the way, proving that he was much stronger than he appeared. "Don't cross me, Ryuukoytsusei, I'm no longer a Japanese man. I'll willingly kill you in an American fashion if you so choose."
Ryuukoytsusei looked as though he wanted to strangle his father, though he wisely said nothing. He knew that Gentaki was a powerful man with powerful means and an easily offended manner.
Gentaki continued. "The business I'll be conducting overseas is the kind I wish to do alone and without distraction. Therefore, I'll be placing Mizumi in your care."
As he said this, Gentaki gestured to the girl beside him with his free hand; Ryuu's eyes followed the gesture and widened slightly, as though noticing the girl for the first time. He looked at her curiuosly, brow furrowed and eyes unreadable as he let his eyes wash over her from head to toe. Mizumi looked at him with the same sort of curiosity before Gentaki saw fit to break the moment.
"Is that clear?"
Ryuu didn't miss the commanding tone in his father's voice and he snarled harshly, "I don't take orders from you, old man, I have my own agenda. You might be some kind of hotshot in America, but these are my streets now. A Jericho 941 won't save you here."
Gentaki smirked at his son's mention of the pistol on Toro's belt, though his lips were devoid of humor. "Your streets don't hold a candle to my empire, boy. You'd do well to remember that." When Ryuu growled, Gentaki's cruel smirk widened. "You still have the rage you've always had, Ryuu."
"Don't fuck with me, old man."
Mizumi watched the exchange between her father and Ryuukoytsusei, silently marvelling at the physical similarities in father and son. She hadn't seen Ryuu for many years and his physical appearance surprised her; he was so hard and bitter now.
"Do what you want with her," Gentaki said dismissively. "She won't listen to a thing I say, so I doubt you'll be any different. I gave up trying with her; she's rude and unruly like her mother."
Ryuu tensed visibly at the mention of his mother, narrowing his eyes as he murmured dangerously, "Don't even talk about her, you selfish bastard."
"Mizumi, since you've seen fit to disobey me," Gentaki continued as though he'd never heard his son's protest, "You can try your hand at the real world. Don't be surprised if it comes back to bite you in the ass."
And with one last crimson look and an eeries smirk, Gentaki turned on his elegant heels with Toro following smartly. The pair disappeared down the stairs and neither Mizumi nor Ryuu moved before the Cadillac's engine roared to life and disappeared down the street, joining the melee of late night traffic in dirty downtown Tokyo.
Mizumi turned her gaze upwards, meeting eyes with her brother bravely. She studied him for a moment before saying almost conversationally, "You've gotten a lot taller."
Her voice was childlike and highpitched, though not in an annoying way. She seemed eternally curious about all things, an air which clung to her like rain inside a cloud. Ryuu was silent, looking at the small girl standing there with a duffel bag at her feet.
"How old are you," he asked with little or no readable emotion.
Mizumi replied, "16 in two weeks."
"16," Ryuu said dully. After a moment, he opened the door and motioned inside. "There's one matress and one couch. Pick whichever one you want."
Mizumi leaned down and easily lifted her duffel bag, walking inside the dingy and sparse apartment as Ryuu closed the door behind him. There was a kitchen area, one bathroom, a matress and a couch. There were a total of three actual rooms in the apartment, one being the living room, another being Ryuu's bedroom, and the last being empty. The carpet was threadbare and the walls dim, though Mizumi could tell the place was not unclean. Finally, she set down her duffel bag by the couch, which was humongous and overstuffed.
"I'll sleep here," she said decisively.
Ryuu nodded once, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a box of cigarettes before lighting one with the lighter from his pocket; the pin prick orange cast a glow over Ryuu's ruggedly handsome gace and Mizumi watched interestedly.
"I don't know what kinda fuckin' weird rules the old man set up for you, but mine are gonna be simple," he said stiffly. Mizumi watched her brother intently to show that was listening; Ryuu continued. "One, no drugs in here; I don't mess with that shit and it reeks to hell. Two, you're goin' to school in the morning and you're goin' every day yer able. I don't want you bein' stupid. And last, don't go anywhere after nine at night without me. You mighta been able to do that shit in Boston, but it's not gonna fly here; you'll get rape and carved up."
Despite her brother's vial language, Mizumi only nodded and said, "Yes sir."
Ryuu paused and shifted his gaze to her, taking a long drag on his cigarette. Smoke poured out his mouth and nostrils as he mumbled, "And don't fuckin' call me sir. You're my sister, not my slave. It's Ryuu."
Mizumi nodded carefully, not quite knowing what would make Ryuukoytsusei mad; everything made her father mad and it had been quite a while since she'd last seen her brother. Almost eight years in fact. "Okay, Ryuu."
Ryuu and Mizumi met eyes, crimson dancing with crimson before Ryuu straightened up and mumbled, "Did he do weird shit to you?"
Knowing he meant their father, Mizumi replied cautiously, "Not with, like, sex or something. He's just not a very good person."
Ryuu took another drag on his ciagarette, seeming to digest and process the information for a moment, before he finally sighed and said quietly, "Yeah, fine. It's late, get some sleep. I'm getting up at 6 to meet at headquarters and you're coming with me."
As Ryuu retreated towards his room, Mizumi asked curiously, "What's 'headquarters?'"
Ryuu paused in the doorway, looking over his shoulder so that his face and hair were framed by the moonlight. His eyes were a blood red as he replied smoothly, "Headquarters of the North Tokyo Dragons, kid. Congratulations; you've just become a member."
And with that, the dragon demon closed the door behind him, leaving Mizumi standing solemnly in the bare living room.
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The night was dark and lonely with the rushing of cars on empty highways, the calling of mourning drunks, the soft whisper of the carefree beggar. Though Tokyo saw no wind, it heard the invisible breeze telling its secrets at every street corner for, as oblivious as the people might've been, the wind knew that times were going to change. Lights of every color poured down upon the concrete, lighting the dark with sparse pools on red hot concrete; underneath each pole was a forgotten business man waiting for the last bus or an unfaithful wife shifting her eyes madly to the side, pulling her overcoat tighter than necessary. A whore called down the street, smirking with lips the color of blood. The streets were the same, but the air was different.A Cadillac drove quietly along the streets, looking offbeat and suspicious in the dreary slums of North Tokyo. The driver went quietly about his job, thinking as little as possible about the man in the backseat or the precious girl beside him; it was easier not to interfere in a situation such as this. The boss man paid well, which solicited few complaints from his many workers, but each of them had a sense of uneasiness whenever they saw him smile. Gentaki Tousen was a man of immoral means and everyone knew it, but the extent of his perversity was unknown by most.
Gentaki stared straight ahead, blood red eyes half hooded and trimmed green eyebrows gracefully arched. He wore Armani, a strict suit to match a strict man, and he sat himself so elegantly in the backseat of the Cadillac that one might mistake him for a prince. His emerald green hair contrasted deeply with his pale white skin, made eerie by the light of the streets.
The girl beside him hesitated a glance at Gentaki, moving her head the slightest fraction to observe him before returning her own crimson gaze to the window. She watched the scenery in a careless manner, interested but frightened by the prospect of leaving her father. This midnight trip through North Tokyo was not simply for pleasure and Mizumi knew it well, but she had not the courage to ask about their destination; Gentaki was harsh about the strangest things. Her dancers legs twitched inside her jeans, making her want to bolt from the car.
The Cadillac pulled to a stop in front of an apartment building eight stories high, built on a foundation not nearly strong enough to support the emotions and problems above. The windows were cracked, the brick scratched and dulled with age, and many stray stones and boards lay strewn across the stiff lawn. When the driver turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, Mizumi made as though the open her own door, only to find a stern gloved hand gripping her arm.
"Toro will get the door for you, Mizumi. Be patient and let him earn his pay," Gentaki said in a rough, gravelly business voice.
Startled by the red glare burning holes through her own eyes, Mizumi nodded shyly and looked down, studying the perfectly groomed carpet until Gentaki released her arm and Toro opened the door, allowing his mistress to step into the hot night air.
There were no crickets chirping as Mizumi surveyed the apartment building, only the distant honking of horns and screeching of arguing couples in the tenements above. The girl shuffled her feet, watching as Toro retrieved a small duffle bag from the trunk and waited for Gentaki to give him a signal. The streetlight caught Mizumi's hair, proving it to be the same emerald green as he fathers, though hers was curly and wild; she had restrained it with a red ribbon which matched her eyes.
Gentaki removed himself from the vehicle, standing to his full and impressive height of 6'4 before observing the building before him with disdainful eye. Sighing rather heavily, he jerked his head towards the entrance and Toro jumped to obey, hurrying quickly to open the door for his employer and his daughter. Mizumi remained rooted to the spot, looking around wide eyed as the tapping of her father's cane progressed towards the building.
"Mizumi, come now."
The girl jerked from her stupor and hurried after Gentaki and Toro, sneakers clapping on the concrete as she did so. Her fit dancer's body yearned to move free from the constraints of her father, but she knew her desires would have to wait a short trip up the stairs to her new home.
The inside lighting was yellow and fake, flickering in several areas as rats perused the hallways and dirt seemed to gather instantaneously on the walls. Gentaki moved purposefully behind Toro, who was shakily leading the way towards the stairs at the end of the hall. Mizumi watched the passing doors curiously; many of the numbers were incomplete and others hanging by a single screw, moving and squeaking as their entrance caused winds to blow through the drafty halls. As the trio treked up the stairs, Mizumi ran her soft hands along the metal banisters, the chipping paint rough against her palms. The trip from first to sixth and final floor seemed quite long, though it was the dull scenery of illegible graffiti and not the physical exertion which bothered Mizumi; her muscular legs could barely even feel the strain.
The sixth floor, unlike the floor below it, was open to the outside air and constrained by no walls; it appeared as though someone had surrepticiously decided to put extra apartments on the roof, though Mizumi convinced herself that it was simply strange architecture. There were only eight apartments on the sixth floor and Toro stopped abruptly in front of 607, dropping the duffel bag to the ground as he gave a sharp rap on the door.
Mizumi looked at the surrounding view of the city, noticing that she could see few building tops. She scrunched up her nose and turned her gaze dully to the door; she hated Tokyo, as well as all big cities. Despite the population, the entire place always seemed empty.
Rustling was heard from inside the apartment and Gentaki folded his gloved hands peacefully atop the silver dragon's head of his cane, looking as though he wanted to smirk quite badly as the door finally opened.
Ryuukoytsusei had been roused from a fairly good sleep, or at least one as deep as he ever got around to, and was quite pissed to hear visitors knocking on his door. He swore to himself as he pushed off the mattress that if his men weren't dying or close to it, he would personally kill every last one of them. The Dragon leader suspected that it was one of his followers, seeing as though his recently earned title "Lord of the North" seemed to mean "problem solver" the every scumbag around. In any case, Ryuu was thinking about not answering the door at all, if not for a nagging in the back of his mind.
When he opened the door to see his father standing placidly before him, he wanted to shut it in the thin man's face.
"What the hell do you want?" Ryuu asked in a low, rolling bark.
Gentaki observed his eldest son, who had exceeded him in height and musclemass by an extrodinary amount. This impressed him little, though the businessman's eyes strayed to the bulge on Toro's hip in a meaningful fashion; based on previous encounters with his son, Gentaki knew that firearms might come in handy. Ryuukoytsusei was wearing only jeans and no shirt, giving his visitors a full view of his rock solid chest, which was littered with scars; he'd obviously seen many fights and lost very few.
After a moment of silence, during which Ryuukoytsusei raised his eyebrow curiously as though to say, "get on with it," Gentaki finally replied, "I have business to attend to in France and I won't be returning for an indefinite amount of time."
"Is that supposed to impress me?" Ryuu asked boredly, lowering his emerald eyes and preparing to shut the door.
Gentaki's elegant hand barred the way, proving that he was much stronger than he appeared. "Don't cross me, Ryuukoytsusei, I'm no longer a Japanese man. I'll willingly kill you in an American fashion if you so choose."
Ryuukoytsusei looked as though he wanted to strangle his father, though he wisely said nothing. He knew that Gentaki was a powerful man with powerful means and an easily offended manner.
Gentaki continued. "The business I'll be conducting overseas is the kind I wish to do alone and without distraction. Therefore, I'll be placing Mizumi in your care."
As he said this, Gentaki gestured to the girl beside him with his free hand; Ryuu's eyes followed the gesture and widened slightly, as though noticing the girl for the first time. He looked at her curiuosly, brow furrowed and eyes unreadable as he let his eyes wash over her from head to toe. Mizumi looked at him with the same sort of curiosity before Gentaki saw fit to break the moment.
"Is that clear?"
Ryuu didn't miss the commanding tone in his father's voice and he snarled harshly, "I don't take orders from you, old man, I have my own agenda. You might be some kind of hotshot in America, but these are my streets now. A Jericho 941 won't save you here."
Gentaki smirked at his son's mention of the pistol on Toro's belt, though his lips were devoid of humor. "Your streets don't hold a candle to my empire, boy. You'd do well to remember that." When Ryuu growled, Gentaki's cruel smirk widened. "You still have the rage you've always had, Ryuu."
"Don't fuck with me, old man."
Mizumi watched the exchange between her father and Ryuukoytsusei, silently marvelling at the physical similarities in father and son. She hadn't seen Ryuu for many years and his physical appearance surprised her; he was so hard and bitter now.
"Do what you want with her," Gentaki said dismissively. "She won't listen to a thing I say, so I doubt you'll be any different. I gave up trying with her; she's rude and unruly like her mother."
Ryuu tensed visibly at the mention of his mother, narrowing his eyes as he murmured dangerously, "Don't even talk about her, you selfish bastard."
"Mizumi, since you've seen fit to disobey me," Gentaki continued as though he'd never heard his son's protest, "You can try your hand at the real world. Don't be surprised if it comes back to bite you in the ass."
And with one last crimson look and an eeries smirk, Gentaki turned on his elegant heels with Toro following smartly. The pair disappeared down the stairs and neither Mizumi nor Ryuu moved before the Cadillac's engine roared to life and disappeared down the street, joining the melee of late night traffic in dirty downtown Tokyo.
Mizumi turned her gaze upwards, meeting eyes with her brother bravely. She studied him for a moment before saying almost conversationally, "You've gotten a lot taller."
Her voice was childlike and highpitched, though not in an annoying way. She seemed eternally curious about all things, an air which clung to her like rain inside a cloud. Ryuu was silent, looking at the small girl standing there with a duffel bag at her feet.
"How old are you," he asked with little or no readable emotion.
Mizumi replied, "16 in two weeks."
"16," Ryuu said dully. After a moment, he opened the door and motioned inside. "There's one matress and one couch. Pick whichever one you want."
Mizumi leaned down and easily lifted her duffel bag, walking inside the dingy and sparse apartment as Ryuu closed the door behind him. There was a kitchen area, one bathroom, a matress and a couch. There were a total of three actual rooms in the apartment, one being the living room, another being Ryuu's bedroom, and the last being empty. The carpet was threadbare and the walls dim, though Mizumi could tell the place was not unclean. Finally, she set down her duffel bag by the couch, which was humongous and overstuffed.
"I'll sleep here," she said decisively.
Ryuu nodded once, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a box of cigarettes before lighting one with the lighter from his pocket; the pin prick orange cast a glow over Ryuu's ruggedly handsome gace and Mizumi watched interestedly.
"I don't know what kinda fuckin' weird rules the old man set up for you, but mine are gonna be simple," he said stiffly. Mizumi watched her brother intently to show that was listening; Ryuu continued. "One, no drugs in here; I don't mess with that shit and it reeks to hell. Two, you're goin' to school in the morning and you're goin' every day yer able. I don't want you bein' stupid. And last, don't go anywhere after nine at night without me. You mighta been able to do that shit in Boston, but it's not gonna fly here; you'll get rape and carved up."
Despite her brother's vial language, Mizumi only nodded and said, "Yes sir."
Ryuu paused and shifted his gaze to her, taking a long drag on his cigarette. Smoke poured out his mouth and nostrils as he mumbled, "And don't fuckin' call me sir. You're my sister, not my slave. It's Ryuu."
Mizumi nodded carefully, not quite knowing what would make Ryuukoytsusei mad; everything made her father mad and it had been quite a while since she'd last seen her brother. Almost eight years in fact. "Okay, Ryuu."
Ryuu and Mizumi met eyes, crimson dancing with crimson before Ryuu straightened up and mumbled, "Did he do weird shit to you?"
Knowing he meant their father, Mizumi replied cautiously, "Not with, like, sex or something. He's just not a very good person."
Ryuu took another drag on his ciagarette, seeming to digest and process the information for a moment, before he finally sighed and said quietly, "Yeah, fine. It's late, get some sleep. I'm getting up at 6 to meet at headquarters and you're coming with me."
As Ryuu retreated towards his room, Mizumi asked curiously, "What's 'headquarters?'"
Ryuu paused in the doorway, looking over his shoulder so that his face and hair were framed by the moonlight. His eyes were a blood red as he replied smoothly, "Headquarters of the North Tokyo Dragons, kid. Congratulations; you've just become a member."
And with that, the dragon demon closed the door behind him, leaving Mizumi standing solemnly in the bare living room.
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Thanks for reading guys; I'm glad the story is finally getting off the ground. Expect the first chapter within the next two weeks because I've already started work on it. I'm getting this out there to start the ball rolling; our sequel journey has begun!Please review to tell me what you think.
KOLU