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Well, here's the prologue to the new story, guys. It doesn't tell you a lot about what's gonna go down, but Ryuukoytsusei is gonna be kind of big in this story, so heads up.
I get a little lyrical in here, so if you just want to do without the prologue, feel free. But you'll be confused. Read on! The night was dark and lonely with the rushing of cars on empty highways, the calling of mourning drunks, the soft whisper of the carefree beggar. Though Tokyo saw no wind, it heard the invisible breeze telling its secrets at every street corner for, as oblivious as the people might've been, the wind knew that times were going to change. Lights of every color poured down upon the concrete, lighting the dark with sparse pools on red hot concrete; underneath each pole was a forgotten business man waiting for the last bus or an unfaithful wife shifting her eyes madly to the side, pulling her overcoat tighter than necessary.
A whore called down the street, smirking with lips the color of blood. The streets were the same, but the air was different. A Cadillac drove quietly along the streets, looking offbeat and suspicious in the dreary slums of North Tokyo. The driver went quietly about his job, thinking as little as possible about the man in the backseat or the precious girl beside him; it was easier not to interfere in a situation such as this.
The boss man paid well, which solicited few complaints from his many workers, but each of them had a sense of uneasiness whenever they saw him smile. Gentaki Tousen was a man of immoral means and everyone knew it, but the extent of his perversity was unknown by most.
Gentaki stared straight ahead, blood red eyes half hooded and trimmed green eyebrows gracefully arched. He wore Armani, a strict suit to match a strict man, and he sat himself so elegantly in the backseat of the Cadillac that one might mistake him for a prince.