Tony and Sparky walked down the quiet street, it was a little past 6 and the sun had been going down for a while.
The two had spent the day looking at shops, Sparky apparently needed some supplies for painting.
By now, it had been a little over a month between their first meeting...and things were going quite well.
Tony had become a proper friend to her, and some of her other friends. Helping guide them through bustling streets and teaching them fun city secrets...
But all of today, Tony had felt uneasy. A deep sense of fear had been him...he hadn't let Sparky out of his sight in a while...
"But still, I think the idea is silly. I mean come on, why would they do that?" Sparky said, continuing their conversation. Which had been about rumors of a vigilante on the planet Volca
"I mean maybe, but there is good business in-" Tony tried to argue but was stopped by a firm bump.
He had walked into a grey skinned man with broad shoulders...and was looking down at him.
"Oh uh- Sorry man. I didn't mean to-" Tony began, noticing the ring in the mans eyebrow...he was a Yakuza.
"Tony Donma." Another voice said from behind.
Sparky and Tony both whipped around.
The man wore a deep blue velvet suit, he was skinny, and his skin was a sickly green. His eyes orange with what Tony assumed to be rage, and his hair was a dirty blonde.
"...Preto." Tony answered, recognizing the man from one of Millers old photos.
He carefully reached into his jacket...grabbing for the Monado pistol that Miller had bought him.
Preto smiled with nasty yellow teeth and spoke. "Weapons Free."
Tony went for a shot at Preto, but Sparky's hand suddenly came and slapped his. Forcing his gun downwards.
Sparky then chopped his wrist and hit him with an open palm strike to his nose.
Tony fell back without his gun, which Sparky soon pointed at his face.
She looked at him with deep anger and regret, her eyes pulsing with her special purple electricity.
"Hello, Street Rat." She said angrily, her voice back to a deep smooth tone.
"Street rat...?" Tony asked, confused.
"Welcome back Nenin, we missed you." Preto said.
Sparky grunted "Don't."
She dropped the mag out of Tony's pistol and pulled the slide to unchamber a round. Then threw the empty gun into Tony's chest.
"Agh-!" Tony fell onto his back and grabbed the gun in his hands.
"Come on, let's get out of here." Preto spoke, turning away and beginning to walk away...
Sparky followed, her tail twitching angrily.
Tony felt himself be picked up and thrown into a pile of trash, then the broad-shouldered man walked away as well.
"I must say Miss Nenin, I never expected you to hang around with some weak little thing like that." Preto commented, it seemed out of character for his favorite assassin...
"Not of MY own choice I assure you, Sparky seemed to enjoy his company..." Nenin commented as she walked away, annoyed at the behaviors of her other half...
"I was worried when you never responded...what had happened? Was the takedown successful?" Preto asked, wondering about her last job for him.
"No. That kid and his father beat the crap out of me and took everything from your creepy info room, plus they saw my face, I'm certain." Nenin said, recounting her humiliating takedown by Tony and Miller in the apartment.
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Ryoiki: Demon of Greed (8)
FantasyA young boy struggles to pay off his debt to the Arcerian Yakuza, but when forces start closing in on him and his caregiver, with his caregiver offering him freedom should he help.
