𝙑𝙄𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙊𝙇
THIRD PERSON POV
TW: MURDER, STRONG USE OF LANGUAGE, MENTION OF PROSTITUTION, BLOOD, GUNS, ETC. ( FAKE EVERYTHING )
𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 of the eighteenth in the month of December, year 2014. It was nearing midnight and the streets of Shinjuku, the main city of Tokyo, were as deserted as ever. However, a few were only seen among the fewest who were brave enough to venture the city during twilight.
Most of them were just employees who worked as night shifts, people riding motorcycles every now and then to pass through the ghost-like wide highways or the fearsome thugs lurking around to find trouble.
Nonetheless, surprisingly, a group of high schoolers were strolling around the city, with nearly not enough clothes to protect themselves from the cold breeze since, may I remind you, it was snowing in mid-to-late December.
They were laughing deafeningly almost as if this wasn't their first time to stray late at night, not caring about the dangers of loitering around the capital of exquisiteness. Obviously, the lot were unaware that the city itself attracts more than enough crimes to fill in an entire newspaper, and yet here they were.
One noticeable feature among this group, however, was that it consisted mostly of females between the young ages of fifteen to eighteen, being occupied by barely any adult at all.
Evidently to the naked eye, it was obvious that these girls were up to no good with just the clothes they were wearing and the way they spoke that would clearly piss an elderly woman off. These were hookers, mind you.
"H-hey, senpai...!" One of the young middle schoolers said, tagging along from behind the group. Although, unlike the others who bravely chattered around with cigarettes in their hands and were the ones to lead at front, the young girl to speak seemed frightened as she walked along, rather unwillingly.
Upon hearing her, one of the few male high schoolers, who were there to accompany the group of girls to wherever their destination is, looked back at her with a pissed reaction.
"Sato, what the fuck is it now?" A boy with a stiff stature and a noticeably ugly face, asked. The girl, Sato Hanabi, wasn't flattered upon his reaction and glared at him under her bangs before she spoke to him meekly.
"Well, Uh... Don't you think we should go home, Hasegawa-kun? I think, I mean- It's really late, I really don't want to get caught by any of the adults and my dad would kill me if-"
Before she can finish, she was cut off by a loud and scolding shout. "GOSH, CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP! Seriously, why did you even tag along if you're such a scaredy cat? Har?" One of the older high schoolers wearing an excessive amount of cosmetics and a quite literally revealing sundress that looked a bit shabby snarked at Hanabi, looking pissed as she gritted her teeth that can't even be seen because of the grave amount of botox in her lips.
She took a moment to give the young girl a nasty look and clicked her tongue arrogantly. "What ugly girl you are, tch."
"Hey hey, don't be mean to her.." Hasegawa, the previous guy, cut her off, calming down the other girls who started to release their own frustrations to the young middle schooler, tormenting her by speaking absolute rubbish that should instead be told to them. "She's new here, and she doesn't even know where we're taking her."
"What?! Shut up Hasegawa, it's your fault for even trying to recruit another one of these filthy naive girls! What do you think the manager would do, bring in an absolutely clueless prat like her? Fuck man, do you want us to get killed?"
She yelled, starting to get really violent as she tried to fix her hair even with her long nails, all while glaring and examining Hanabi. Then she clicked her tongue again in annoyance and sighed, looking again at the Hasegawa boy.
"Besides, the last time we even bought a girl like her in, all of us lost our job. We almost got accused of sex traficking, you dickhead!" She added, obviously talking about a certain illegal topics.
Yet, as they all 'talked', Hanabi stared at them with half-lidded eyes and stood quietly in front of the arguing group, clutching her bag as she thought of a way to make a run for it.
Until she heard them discuss something that had caught her attention, making her tremble in unknown anger and feel the need to vomit as they spoke about her like she was an object of their attention, pushing her off the edge.
"The club was in need of another girl to take in, you fat pig!" Hasegawa yelled, slapping the girl whom he was talking to and harshly pulling on her hair that she hardly even styled properly. "You think it was easy to even play nice to this bitch? Har? Who knows if she's even gonna make it! Just look at her-"
He then looked at his back, pointing his index finger to no one until he realized it was too late and Hanabi had started to run away. "Fuck!"
Hosogawa cursed loudly as he realized he had just lost another one of his victims, and surprisingly, the other girls were also pissed as they saw her run for her life after hearing such conversation.
Thinking about it, why did she even bother getting connected to such a group? This thought made Hanabi angry at herself because her initial goal was only to become a delinquent as she had hoped for. But, obviously., she ended up sorting herself in a different kind of trouble.
"Damn it, I'm dead meat!" She huffed. And at the same time, unfortunately for her, moments after she made an escape, they were quick enough to pin her down and corner her in a nearby alleyway by dragging her by each of her arms until she felt her back being pushed to a wall.
Hanabi tried to push away the fear but eventually lost it as she spotted herself in a dark and thrill-churning alleyway that's deep into the buildings in Tokyo.
"You think you can run away, you little slut?! After all, we've been through? I did what you want, we were both going to be big and everyone will-" Right in the middle of his stupid speech, Hanabi resisted his failure of existence and spat at him, silence then followed after that and she spoke angrily.
"This isn't what I wanted, you fucker! You're a liar, I can't believe I trusted a dickhead like you!" She yelled furiously, almost breaking free from the other two people who held both of her arms. "You said you'd introduce me to Mochizuki Kanji! Not to fucking whores like them, you son of a-"
Hasogawa screamed angrily while three other girls stood behind him looking extremely offended, looking pissed as they looked at her with murderous eyes. The quietness that once ate the streets of Shinjuku Tokyo was then corrupted by their distant noise of them.
The cries and grunts of a girl being beaten on the ground, and the pleased laughter of girls. Without warning, Hasegawa and two other boys punched the girl in the stomach as she was crippled on the ground and covered by blood-soaken snow, then aggressively repeating just until she spat blood and started to hardly breathe.
"We were good together, you know, me and you pitiful thing. But you blew it all off, we could have been big!" Hasegawa laughed like a psychotic bastard, kicking the almost-dead girl on the ground as she laid unconscious, snow falling on top of her. However, he continued screaming and shouting his diluted fantasies that certain people couldn't help but listen to his speech.
"You could have just let me use you until then, but you piss me off so much and then you even try to run away? Hah! I could've been the richest one day, they will fear me above anyone else and not even those crazy Bonten people will stand in my way! You could have been known as Tokyo's most famous and youngest sl- UARGH!"
No one said anything about those passing seconds that passed as they saw Hasegawa drop dead on the ground beside the girl he had just beaten, blood spluttering over the part where his head had landed.
The other girls, the ones who were the ones that started the chaos, were now huddled all together in a trembling mess on the side as they tried to sink in what just happened, until they set their eyes on a man in a licorice purple suit, standing in front and looking at them.
The man in the suit came out of nowhere. He had a menacing look on his handsome face, an atmosphere that will make you drop down to your knees as he stared at you with his lavender pupils that can pierce through one's soul, the smiles he had on his face making him even more uncanny and scary.
The silent pistol he had used to kill Hasegawa was still in his hand, frightening the rest of the high schoolers as they looked at him. Although they've seen many men with such a dangerous aura, this was their first time seeing one's annoyance pointed at them.
"Good evening ladies, apologies for the intrusion." Sweetly, Ran Haitani called out to the girls with his smile slowly dropping, his siren eyes looking intently at them while they trembled.
But as he walked a step closer, he noticed one of the girls behind was holding a phone. "Hah, I wasn't supposed to do anything horrible for the night but... hmm?"
Just as Ran stopped talking, he looked at the girls and watched them breathe heavily as a voice from either one of their phones started to speak. "Hello, this is Tokyo Police station, how can I help you?" Ran widened his eyes slightly but chuckled in the end.
"Well go on then, answer it, miss." He winked his eyes a little, protruding the gun in his hand as he watched one of the girls strutting and stuttering as she fixed a phone towards her ear. The other girls, meanwhile, were nervous as they hear every word she says.
"H-help, I- My f-friend was, he was m-murdered... This man, he's killed him! Please help-" She spoke, almost as if she was minutes away from fainting. But, before she could finish explaining, she felt a jerk on her side and there was a booming sound of a gun heard.
"Ran! What the fuck is taking you so long?!" Another man, similar looking to the first one, showed up. He had a gun in his hand as well, but this time, his pistol was different.
There was a loud bang that projected it that made the rest of the girls scream in shock as they saw another one of their 'friends' drop to the ground with a hole on her forehead, her back facing the cold and bloody ground that made the scene more horrifying for them as it was evident the poor murdered girl's neck had twisted right before she dropped on the floor, spluttering blood on the faces of all the one's who were near her.
The air was suddenly filled with the girls' yells. Horrified, the one with the phone began sprinting up her path backward, trying to find a way to escape like all the others did but stumbled on her back. She knew there was no escape but she clutched her phone, hoping the dispatcher would answer back.
But it was pointless, her throat felt dry and her body felt cold, and she was left staring at the two men who darted towards each other and started to point their guns toward each of her fellow high schoolers who dared try to run away.
Countless sounds of bangs were heard echoing through the nightly city, each of the gunshots being followed by high-pitched screams that will send shivers down your spine, the moaning of pain and even the cries of help and the sound of literal human bodies falling down the ground, hearing spluttering of blood all over the place as the gunshots went on and on even if it was already dead silent and none of the girls were showing signs of even surviving the bullets.
And as all of those happened, the phone was still on-call. But no one spoke, probably too petrifies to even speak with all the screams and gunshots being heard.
But alas, there was one girl left, however. Ran took the initiative to prey on her. "Put down the phone and maybe, I'll spare you, sweetheart." He said, sugar coating every word, every syllable he had spoken.
Nonetheless, the girl still held her phone fiercely, tears in her eyes as she looked at them and then glanced at her seniors sprawled across the alleyway, slaughtered and dead.
She sobbed to herself, gaining sympathy from Ran, but she was different than what she looked like. Ran didn't see it and spoke lovingly. "Now, give me the phone. I'll treat you well from now on. May I know your name-"
This was the cue for the girl who had called the police to scream once again, her eyes glaring at him and whoever was beside him, screaming for justice.
"MURDER! THEY'RE HERE! THEY KILLED HASEGAWA-KUN AND EIRI-SAN! ALL OF MY FRIENDS! MURDERERS! THERE ARE MURDERERS IN SHINJUKU, BONTEN MURDERED THEM-!"
Pissed, Ran took this as a final blow to end her very existence. He pulled the trigger of his pistol and fired at will; he had shot her in the chest, the girl stopped yelling, fell backward and laid emotionless.
Ran felt a pang in his heart as his eyes explored the alleyway, two boys and six girls breathing no more. But one was lucky, and that was the Hanabi Sato.
"We best be going, we're going to be late for the meeting." He said, picking up the phone from the ground, it being the one that the girl had used to call the police. It took him a minute to think it through before he, himself, dialed it once again to report what he had just done.
if i were to be honest here, i'm honestly in between being pleased and also being disappointed of what i've written. but anyhow, please remember Hanabi Satō, me mentioning her is enough clue for all of you to figure out that she's somehow related to the plot.