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Yoko

In that moment when I looked into his eyes and pulled the trigger, I saw a butterfly in his soul. The dust from it's wings granting him strength. Giving him love.

In that moment I realized I was his butterfly.

But as the echo of a gunshot rang out, I felt no pain. There was no fear. Just the ringing. The resonating sound that lingers deafening you temporarily.

I felt no pain. But I felt him crash against me, holding me close, never letting go.

"Such a fool." He uttered into my ear. Tears slid down my cheeks.

In that final second, he shot the gun out of my hand.

"How touching." Rivers groaned. Ryu's hands were trembling as they held me. A sensation that allowed me to clear my mind and do what had to be done.

"Shiten." I whispered. Hundreds of branches erupted from my spine. Each piercing a different part of Ethan River's body, until there was nothing left but a memory.

'I have strong ties with the American Underworld.'

What I started was bigger than any of us. There would be no end to the shit storm that was about to come.

After all, this is war we're talking about.

"Are you insane?!" Chuuya yelled picking up my gun from the floor.

"I'm just a fool." I smiled. Ryu buried his face in my chest so I could not see him, but I felt the familiar dampness of tears against my skin.

You cannot hide from your emotions. I've learned that it's impossible. But I've also learned to let people rescue you once in a while.

"Let's just go home." He mumbled grabbing my hand. I sighed looking out the windows. Rows of men in suits with automatic rifles.

This is war. The bloodstains in the garden of life.

My name is Yoko Tawada, and alongside the Port Mafia, we're going to burn down the Garden Eden.

Fear Death. Fear Slaughter. Fear The Port Mafia.