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Do you care to know me?

My name is Aya Hisoei, as you've already found out, I am currently 17 years old and attending my second year of Karasuno High. To tell you the truth, I wasn't always this troublesome. In fact, I was quite the honorary student back in my first year. Though, that was back when I had a hobby and a dream, something to hold on to and work hard towards in my hopes of escaping from here after I graduated. I've never felt like this was my home, not since I was 8 anyway. My mother died from some kind of disease that was apparently killing her steadily each year. She was my only family and after she was taken from me, I was put into the system and thrown into foster care. It wasn't the greatest experience, but boy would I rather have chosen that then what was evidently handed to me by the time I turned 12. Someone had come in to adopt me and though he was all smiles and a great talker, I would soon learn that all of it was a facade.

He went by the name of Ishii Noboru, and his adoring personality was a mask that he used to hide the true demon he was underneath. Outside, his appearance echoed that of a wealthy businessman but under his appearance, while that was partially true, he was the Kumicho of a large traditional organized crime mafia called the Yakuza. It may sound grandiloquent though I assure you, it is far from it. It is a criminal organization after all.

The Yakuza are members of a transnational organized crime association with many branches and family houses underneath that each serve a head of their branch called a Kumicho. Although, each of these leaders, or Kumichos, of each branch serves the head Kumicho at the top that controls the entire organization. To put it simply, they are a mafia-like criminal organization known for their strict codes of conduct, organized fiefdom nature, and several unconventional ritual practices; though that wasn't all, they are also one of the largest illegal drug running operations in the entire country. Most of their members are males wearing sharp suits with heavily tattooed bodies and slicked hair though there were a few woman under their ranks. This was a more recent development considering they followed strict traditional codes for many generations. Even though they are a criminally active group they are also regarded as the most sophisticated and wealthiest organizations. You would think that such a large criminal group would be stopped and put behind bars, but it wasn't that easy, not even in the slightest. With how prominent they were, they had power all over Japan even within the government, maintaining their large presence in Japanese media with over several dozen groups spread out throughout the country and the one that ran the entire operation was the one that adopted me. Yes, Ishii Noboru is the head of the Yakuza and my own personal hell.

Out of anyone that could've possibly adopted me, it had to be him. What was more confounding was his play to my foster care guardian that convinced him that he would be a great home for me. His story was that his wife couldn't bear children, so he was looking for a child to adopt and give a home. They've tried to conceive for so long, both yearning to have a child of their own but after learning this devastating news from his wife's doctor, they felt at a loss. When they got the idea to adopt, they felt like their hopes were renewed. Great story, right? Let me tell you how wrong that actually was. As soon as he had brought me home, thinking I would be meeting this wife of his, I was instead surrounded by his thugs as he ordered them to grace me with the mark of their organization which pretty much meant that I was bought and now belonged to them. This woman wasn't even real! Someone he had made up! This mark that I now bore on my arm is a tattoo that each member got after joining and the design was a symbol of their family branch. He made sure to have them place it on my shoulder where it could be seen. After the tattoo, he told me the rules and the fact that I wouldn't be able to escape this new life of mine. I practically became his slave and forced to do jobs with some of the members among other things.... To put it simply, my life thrust me into a cage I couldn't escape, and I learned that the hard way a good number of times, though those were stories to tell another time.

Back in my first year when I got into volleyball, I poured everything into it, hoping that it would be my ticket to escape though that was nothing but a fairytale story. Looking back on it now, I wondered why I thought I could ever let that grow me wings and help me fly out of here. It was fun while it lasted but all it would ever be is a silly club where I clearly wasted my time.

"Aya. You're free to go." Ms. Yamada said as Aya was pulled from her thoughts to look up at her. She had come over to tap on her desk to get Aya to snap out of it. "I was calling you from my desk though you apparently didn't hear me. Keep that kind of concentration for actual class, okay?" She said as Aya nodded in return. "You know if you need anything, you can ask. That is what we teachers are here for other than teaching." She stated with a small smile, watching as Aya started shoving her homework and schoolbook in her bag before she heard her let out a sigh.

"I know. I'm fine Ms. Yamada, really. But I appreciate it." Aya said as she got to her feet and gave her a salute. "I shall see you tomorrow." At that, she headed out as she heard her teacher call out to her to be safe heading home. Aya only gave a wave as she headed down the halls to her locker. Not really going home...She commented to herself with a groan as she passed by a few students along the way to her locker. Her mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts, making her unaware of her surroundings and prompting her to suddenly bump into someone as she rounded a corner.

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