The District (Unfiltered Mess Rewrite)

Chapter Three

I push open the clean glass doors at the entrance of Amery Int., stepping into the pouring rain. The cold air envelops me almost immediately, running up my spine and chilling me down to the bone. I shiver and hold my bag tightly and trug forward, heading towards the express tunnel located on the left side of Amery Int. I walk through the tunnel, the sound of my boots impacting with the pavement travels through the empty air, soon colliding with the concrete wall and bouncing back to my ears in the form of an echo. The tunnel is slightly warmer than the outside air, but still cold enough that I'm uncomfortable. I reach the end of the tunnel and emerge infront of Be fashion, one of two clothing stores in Neon District. In the time that I had been in the tunnel, the pouring downfall of rain had slowed to the usual speed of annoyingly quick. I huff and head in the direction of The Lone Ranger, the only bar in town. I know that Luka will be there, most likely with Neuro, H.R, Clyde, B.R, "Jordie", or possibly even "Acer".

I push open the back door to The Lone Ranger and step inside. I am soaking wet from the rain and chilled to the bone from the cold. I walk around to the side of the glass drink case by the door. I look to the bar stools and feel my heart drop, a chill run up my spine, and feel all the blood leave my face. Sitting on the stool second closest to the far wall is Ryuu Nazuka, the leader of the WSFD, and sitting on the stool to the right of him is his way too loyal bodyguard, Tarou.

Ryuu Nazuka is hellbent on destroying my life and Tarou just likes bloodshed and violence. Nazuka was muscular, fit, tall, and always had this "evil" aura around him. He could easily intimidate any man or woman who dared challenge him, and he wasn't afraid to get blood on his hands. He had a strong jawline, thin, snake like amber eyes, thin eyebrows, pearly white teeth, flawless skin that was as white as snow, and thick, clean, styled black hair. He often wore a dark maroon or dark navy blue suit with black dress shoes. Nazuka was very well dressed and kempt, as well strong and threatening, but when in comparison to Tarou, he was a racoon next to a T-rex. Tarou was heavy set and had muscles the size of an eight year old's head with big hands and huge fingers, a jaw so strong it could crush a tin can, the height of a small giant, and teeth the size of a grown man's finger tip. It would be an understatement to say that Tarou was muscular because he was ripped. His skin was more olive than snow, his clothes more street than riches, his eyes small and beady, his eyebrows thick, his hair non-existent, his ears huge, and his usual expression murderous. He was the definition of intimidating. Many didn't want to challenge Nazuka because they knew that if they went too far, they wouldn't be facing Nazuka, but Tarou, and no one wants that.

Ryuu Nazuka inherited leadership of the WSFD from his father, Kuro Nazuka, who was killed by a WATCH officer during a war, about seven years ago. Since he took his place as leader, the WSFD has been more successful than any other syndicate in all of Japan, which isn't good for the crime rate Neon District. Nazuka and his goons have been wreaking havoc for years, which is tearing down the economy and condition of the city. He's been trying to take down Amery Int. for about four years, just before I moved in, but hasn't been successful. He had started to give up when I took my place in the spotlight a year ago. He saw me, a young, skinny, sickly, weak, emotional, and fragile twenty five year old, and immediately saw how he could use me to take my employers down. Ever since then, he's made it his priority to make my life a living hell. He had me kidnapped, tortured, and almost had me completely dismembered, though he only got as far as my left arm. Even if I didn't die that night, someone very dear to me had. Derek. His name crashes into my thoughts, sending me down a dark pit of pain and anger.

"Oh! Fosters, lovely seeing you here! It's been a long time since we last saw each other."

The sound of a deep, demanding, and sinister voice rips me from my thoughts. I look up to see that Nazuka is now facing me, a smug grin plastered on his face. I feel my blood begin to boil as I stare at him angrily, firmly clutching my bag. I slip my hand into the front pocket and slowly feel around for my scalpel. I see Nazuka eyeing my bag, his smugness slowing melting into suspicion.

"Why the hell are you here, Nazuka? I thought you got banned." I say in a harsh, nasty tone, trying to buy some time for me to find my scalpel.

"Oh come on Kyden, I am Ryuu Nazuka. I don't get banned from anywhere." A grim smile spreads across his face just as I feel the sensation of cold metal. I feel for an edge and a sudden sharp pain shoots through my hand. Found it. I feel for the handle and wrap my hand around it.

"There will be no need for violence, Kyden." I freeze, shocked. B-but I-he can't se-How?! Nazuke smiles at my shocked expression and raises his hand to his right eye.

"Ocular Implant. Equipped with lip reading, heat vision, night vision, and x-ray vision. Got it last week. Sure beats that big, bulkly, and not at all modest oculus." He lowers his hand and rests it on the counter. "Picture is as clear as natural 20/20 vision, doesn't ever bug out or glitch. Best implant I've gotten, though it isn't the only one I got last week. Can you guess what the other one is?" He stares at me with a smug grin that tells me he thinks I won't guess the answer. I try to think what seems different about him. Not a prosthetic. Not feature realignment. Not an ear implant. Didn't he cough a lot the last time I saw him but he hasn't coughed once this time. Lung implant? Or maybe an air filter implant.

"Air filter." His smug grin contorts into mild shock as the words leave my lips. I smile in satisfaction. With responding, his pushes the stool backwards and stands up. Taruo follows suit and lifts his monstrous weight off the stool and stands by Nazuka with his arms crossed over his chest. Nazuka motions for Taruo to follow and walks to the front door. I hear the door open then close and I am no longer cursed by Nazuka's presence. I sigh and sit down in the closest booth.