Forward | Haitani Brothers x OC

Prologue

Seven. You were seven when your mother led you out by the hand, rolling a suitcase in the other. She had a determined glint to her despite the purple swell on her cheek. Whether it was on the right side or the left, you didn't remember. "Ma, why are we leaving?" You had a hunch, asking more for a confirmation instead. She takes a brief glance at you, before pressing her lips in a thin line in a light contemplation. "Because Daddy is very mean". 

"Oh." You don't question further because you think you know exactly what she means. Your father all red, constantly arguing over 'missing money' or dinner not being prepped soon enough, all while demolishing furniture and tearing wedding photos before her eyes alike.

For a short while, both of you camped out at cheap motels and capsule hotels. During one of your stays, she ushered you closer, tapping on the plastic stool with a pair of scissors in hand. "Yumeko, come over here. Mummy is going to cut your hair, okay?". Complying to her requests, your eyes trace over to her fingers twirling the strands of platinum-blonde. "Why are we cutting it?" You didn't care much for it, but it was rather sudden. 

"I don't want some creeps coming up to you while I'm not there; do you not like it?" You pondered for a moment, "no, I don't really care.." you trailed off, "but can I get some ice-cream tomorrow then?" She processes your words for a second before smiling warmly in return, ruffling your hair affectionately. 

"Anything for you sweetie-"

It's surprisingly shorter than expected- A little beyond the neck, but definitely considered short. She was good with her hands. 

The two of you drifted about until your mother finally landed a job smack-dab in Shibuya at a hostess bar that provided 'special' services. It was from then that she was branded the name 'lady of the night'- Not like you understood what it meant anyways. 

The women there absolutely fawned over you, showering you with hugs, praises and candy. Now you didn't particularly dislike the snacks, but sometimes they got a bit too touchy. Over the series of years, they had taught you many things; how to deal with drinks and the such. Although most of them were flirtatious techniques and the 'art of seduction'. 

..Much unnecessary, but that said, you absorbed it like a sponge. 

Your childhood was spent having gotten into your fair share fights- Mostly because you were mistaken as a boy; It started off as self-defense 'cause of some guy trying mug you. Then, it became a thrilling experience to slug guys that well-deserved the pain.

It was around the end of 6th grade that you were lost for the first time. Right after school, a middle-aged guy had tried to lure you in with a bag of gummies and pop tarts; placing lingering touches over your shoulder. You peered over to the swung open blue-plated car door, and he had a shit ton of sweets for an adult. Your mother's firm reminder rang in your mind, don't talk, go to or with weird strangers-- If you do... You bolted- Of course not before you sent a mighty kick to his crotch as per instructed. 

Which led you were wandering 'round the neighborhood. Eyes wandering to street signs to work out your way home; or even where you were. All while avoiding adults since your recent encounter with a pedophile; it just happen to be your luck.

With each step you took, narrowed the distance between a resounding smacks in the air. "Sh-Shtop... Pwease!..." A middle-schooler shakily stumbled back before landing flat on his ass. "M-My Schenpai will come after you!.."

An elementary kid was given the lot of them a beat-down that it was almost pitiful before your eyes. With abysmal black orbs and messy blonde that swayed as the breeze passed through, as to dramatize the effects.  Not to mention the other guy next to him, donning a sleeveless cherry-red thermos jacket with a prominent dragon running 'long his temple that seemed to be too tall for his age.