sanzu haruchiyo, a criminal and a member of bonten just opened up his own business, an underground fight club. as his business expands day by day, this gorgeous woman walks into the club with a flyer in her hand.
little did he know, this woman is go...
"You're fired. Get the fuck out of here." My boss drags me out of the vintage bar through the back door. "What was I supposed to do? Keep on entertaining them while I get harassed?" I yank my arm back and try to remain calm. He shakes his head with disappointment on his face as he pace back and forth.
"You didn't have to break his finger!" He shouts at my face. "That's his fault, I warned him." I cross my arms over my chest.
This is a daily routine for me when I come to work. Being harassed and assaulted while I'm working. He pulls out his cigarette box and lighter. He lights up his cigarette.
"I can't believe you just started working 2 weeks ago and you've done something already. Don't ever come back!" He runs his hand through his hair from frustration. Then he toss his cigarette down and puts it out with his feet.
A scoff leaves my lips and I click my tongue in annoyance, "Whatever, I didn't enjoy this job anyway." I run back inside to my locker to grab my bag and coat then untie the waist apron and threw it at him.
Once I disappear from the alley to the sidewalk, I approach a car at the corner of the street. "Did you get his information?"
The familiar man with attractive hand tattoos ask me as he puffs out a cloud of smoke after rolling the car window down from the back seat.
"Sure did." I hand him a piece of paper that contains my ex-boss license plate and house address. "You sure this is his address?" He asks.
"Hanma, would I lie to you?" I ask. He chuckles and pats me on the cheek with his left hand that had the word sin on it.
He smirks and puffs out another smoke, "Thanks, Mayumi. Can I take you out since you helped me out?" He asks again.
I cringe at my real name, "Don't call me that. Also, I don't do relationships, you should know that."
He let out a sigh, "Since when did you assume I wanted a relationship with you, doll? Because you're correct on that." He winks at me and I roll my eyes.
He came to the bar yesterday when I was working overtime and asked for my help to get information about my ex-boss. My ex-boss has been in debt with Shuji Hanma for a while now.
Hanma wanted information in exchange for getting me a job offer at his company and I helped him.
Not because I wanted a job but because he was a good friend in the past.
"So what do you say?" Hanma asks. I playfully roll my eyes at him, "Goodbye Hanma." I walk away from his car.
"Next time when I see you again, you need to give me your number!" I flicked him off with my middle finger as a joke.
I could him laugh from afar and I grinned. Life has been chaotic, I miss fooling around when I didn't have to be an adult. After a long walk to the train station, I'm on my way to Roppongi, where I live.
I stand next to the door as the train close it's automated doors and moves. A few little kids sat across from me, chatting with each other with giggles, it made my heart ache. Friends, I once had them.
"She has a big scar on her cheekbone." One of the boys whispers to his friend's ear. I fetch my mask out of my coat and put it on.
Knowing he was talking about me, I didn't want to scare them off with my scar so I hid it. He's correct though. I have a big scar on my cheekbone on the right side of my face that was caused by my abusive father.
He was aiming for my eye but missed. I was 15 at the time when it happened. The memories of a pair of hands stitching up my wound flashed into my head once again.
"What's your name?" The man with the scar over his eye with a cigarette in his mouth asks after he places the needle down.
He just finished stitching my wound up after I ran away from home. I happened to bump into him at the convenience store when he exited with a friend and I was rushing in.
"Mayumi," I answer as he places a bandage over my wound. "What's your name mister?" I ask.
"Akashi, you can call me Takeomi though."
I mumbled and repeated his name. I want to remember him, he was kind to me. He pat me on the head and chuckle at my silliness. "I have to go now." He gets up from the bench but I hold a grip of his hand.
"Can I come with you?" He halts and turns back around. "You can't because I have to do something very important. How about I meet you tomorrow here again in the morning?"
I nod at his response with a small smile, "Yeah okay." I agreed and he walked away. The next day, I saw him again.
"Roppongi." The automated voice from the speaker speaks, pulling me back to reality. The door opens and I exit from the train.
I walk out of the station and stare at the city lights that look the best at night. When I was taking my usual route home by walking down the alley, a piece of paper taped to the brick wall caught my attention.
"SCARS Underground Fight Club, hiring. Waitress/Waiters and Bartending Roles are open." The address is listed below and something in my guts told me to visit the place.
I do need a job to keep my place. Shrugging my thoughts off, I decided to pull the address up on the GPS. "It's only 15 minutes away from here by car."
Following the GPS, I finally made it by taxi. I stare at the building before entering. I walked up to the bar and asked for a manager.
The bartender dialed a phone number and quickly says something then looks back at me. "What's your name?" He asks. My heart stops and I clear my throat before answering him, "Hanae." I answer.
He ends the call and I waited until a man with long platinum hair greets me at the bar. "Hi! Are you Hanae?" He asks with a cheeky smile.
I nod, "I am." He leads me upstairs with a few notes for me to keep in mind, "I'm Kokonoi, I don't work here but my buddy here owns this place. I'll take you to him."
We stop at the double doors and Kokonoi barges into the room. A woman in uniform is on top of the pink jellyfish haired man, grinding against him as they aggressively kiss each other hungrily.
"Well well well, this isn't work appropriate. So sorry about this Hanae." Kokonoi is embarrassed for me. "No worries. I see this a lot at my old workplace." I reassure him.
