The hidden Hanayama treasure

Chapter 1

(Sophia's POV)

I walked into the underground arena. Most of the people here were dressed up. I glanced up at the high ceilings, polished floors and overall appearance. Clearly someone has too much time on there hands. I turn, feeling a hand on my waist and see Jason, my head bodyguard.

"We must go in Miss Sophia, the boss is waiting."

"Ah, yes... I wouldn't want to keep my brother waiting."

Jason wasn't the only one that picked up on my annoyance, yet none of them said anything.

They never have and never will. In this family I could do whatever I wanted to who ever I wanted and no one would bat an eye. Raising a hand to me was challenging my brother and no one in there right mind would do that. In the last five years Kaoru had taken the Hanayama clan and expanded it into the most powerful Yakuza gang in japan. It had been six years since I'd been back and my distain for my older brother wasn't well hidden.

We move down the hallway towards a gold evaluator. The six men enter, boxing me in the center and I bite my inner cheek to stop the sigh. We were on our way to watch some big tournament my brother had entered. the best of the best fighting their way to the top. Honestly I thought it was extremely dumb. You can't put a group of random people in the same ring and call it a fight, an untrained street fighter vs a martial artist lets say. Someone with years of experience would easily win against the other, it was the laws of nature. 

Now I'm not saying I don't believe in my brother, quite the opposite in fact. Kaoru Hanayama is well known even in Canada where I was living. Tales of his fights would always reach me but fighting had brought my family nothing but pain and suffering. My father died in a turf war and my mother shipped me off to an all girls boarding school for safety. My brother took over the gang much to young, my uncle was shot and killed, my cousins were slaughtered in there beds. My brother spent two years in jail for killing my fathers murders. My mother was diagnosed with cancer and my brother so scared of loosing us both refused to let the two of us see each other. I had to talk with her over skype and when she finally passed I wasn't even allowed to attend her funeral. My brother forbid it and since he was in jail at the time my mother was laid to rest by our grandfather and our gang members.

I mean what kind of life would be so fucked up that an eleven year old girl couldn't attend her mothers own funeral?

When my brother got out he went back to school, cleaned up the streets of Tokyo and invited me back home. Can you believe that? My brother was allowing me to return home, like I'd passed some test or something. I came home for a little bit, staying to give mom my respects and visit our grand father but I left soon after. Now that I had finished the school year my brother was forcing me to return home. He said he's enrolled me in a local high school, said that he had friends that would watch out for me.

He honestly expected me to be happy about this. 
Honestly, what did he think I was? Some little lost puppy he could order around?
Did he really think I'd just open my arms and accept him into my life after what he'd done?

When I'd arrived I refused to stay at the main house. It was full of servants and gang members so I moved my stuff to moms house. The house she died in. Alone. God, even the thought of it pissed me off. To make matters worse I had plans today but no, my brother sent his men to my house and forced me to come watch some stupid fight. Did he seriously not see how much I hated fighting?

I was wearing a light purple blouse, blue skinny jeans, a pearl necklace and black leather ankle boots. I'd removed the long dress coat, now held by one of the men. My shoulder length brown hair was in lose waves around my shoulders. I defiantly looked like my brother. Dark brown hair, deep brown eyes extenuated with red glasses, large plush lips and olive tones skinned.  Yet unless you put the two of us in the same room no one would ever know. A perk of barely anyone knowing of your existence I supposed.

And yet for all our similarities we were completely opposite. I had my mothers thinner womanly frame, my fathers softer eye shape, and most distinctively, his temper. I wasn't one who minced words. Something Kaoru and I fought about often.

Well, other then the family business of course. Everywhere i went I couldn't avoid that. The Hanayama crest was hidden on a long chain under my shirt, it was one of Koaru's welcome home presents. I mean he's only missed seven of my birthdays so why bother now huh? I hold my leather clutch in my left hand and feel the metal box stop.

The three men before me exit first, scoping out the hall like there would be some invisible threat hiding around the corner. I roll my eyes, stepping out of the elevator despite the complaints.

"Stand aside boys." my hands flick to the sides, watching the three of them part like the red sea.

"Miss Sophia, please-"

"It's an empty hallway! What is it going to do? Collapse on me?" A part of me felt bad for taking out my anger of them but the non-stop security was starting to get annoying "Seriously you guys are so annoying would you back off!"

Before I can say anymore I turn, walking down the hall to the grand stadium. I could here the roar of the crowd and the buzz of excitement. I stop at the thick red curtains and pull one of them aside.

The inside was even grander then the outside. A large dome with a thousand seats, all filled with fans. We had arrived at the Tokyo underground arena.... Aka my personal hell.