Welcome to Tokyo, Japan. January, 1991. The world has entered the technology era, portable phones, home computers, internet, video games. Japan quickly became the epicenter of the latest and greatest. Companies and factories flourished. Where money was, people followed. And while many rose to live a comfortable, happy, and delightful life from this new found money... Others did not. You see, money has this effect on people that can't be outdone. People will do anything for it. And when it starts slipping into the wrong hands, it's impossible to stop. Benethe the day time laborers and the double-shift workers, a seedy underbelly of syndicates exists. Narctics, black market, organized crime, money laundering, you name it and it's been growing as fast as the upper world economy. While many do it just to stay alive, there's those who make it their posh lifestyle. Either way, there's only one question. What would you do if the money was good enough?
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It was a sunny morning of birds chirping, a light breeze and soothing calm about the apartment. Otoshigo cracked his eyes open slowly as the sun pierced the blinds, tapping his face with a gentle warmth that reminded him of a lover. He stretched and rolled over, letting his right arm hang off the bed as he stared at the floor. It was time to fix breakfast and get ready to head over to the Arcade, but it was so nice being at the house that he didn’t feel like leaving anytime soon. So maybe today… it’ll be time to fix a proper breakfast. No… A FEAST that even Odin and all of Valhalla would be jealous of. That’d be a good way to start the day.[break][break]
“But honestly… who has the time for that…?”[break][break]
Oto had fell asleep on the covers; he hadn’t even bothered hopping into the bed. He walked out into the living room where his jacket and shirts lay across the back of the couch and his boots sat neatly beside it. Another morning of pure bliss as he made his way to the kitchen across the carpet, his socks still a pristine white. Across his arms were a multitude of scars it would seem from the constant brawling he seemed to get himself in, but he shrugged it off stretching and reminiscing. He yanked the fridge open, pulled out some eggs, pork, green onions while fumbling around for a good soda and some ramen. Thus the cooking commenced![break][break]
But not far from where Oto slept was a dressed of bras and panties. Throughout the living room were books and photos of a beautiful woman and others. The kitchen was pristine in a way that only a woman’s touch could handle. Fore this place… was not Otoshigo’s at all. This was a place he somehow managed to break in and stay at for five consistent nights without being disturbed or found. At this point Oto had begun to wonder if this house was a trap. It was just too easy. But he noticed Seiko had to have been coming and going because things changed or altered day to day. He had learned her name from the mail she left sitting about. And at this point he felt he was overstaying his welcome. Who is rarely at home this often!?[break][break]
“Wonder if I’ll ever meet the owner?”[break][break]
He continued on cooking shirtless in the kitchen, trying to avoid the grease from the pork popping on him. He was tough, but he wasn’t burn proof.[break][break]
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Being away from her home for days at a time was not a particularly strange occurrence for Seiko. She would regularly spend quite some time at her boyfriend’s apartment. That’d been dating for the last 4 years, it was pretty well expected for them to live together, but she keeps insisting she lives on her own for the convenience of getting to University. School was her top priority, even if others may think it would be more worth her time to focus on her relationship. However, with recent incidents she thought it wise to spend a little more time there to reassure him that she wasn’t going anywhere. She used the façade of caring for him, but realistically she just wasn’t ready to let go of the power that being associated with the Miyano heir gave her.
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However, she finally had a day off from work, and she felt that her relationship was stable enough that she could return home and actually spend the day there rather than picking up clothes or textbooks. Seiko was very much excited for some peace and quiet, some time on her own in her home. With a heavy sigh, relieved to come home, she fiddles with her keys to unlock the apartment door. Unfortunately, her plans for some time alone were going to be foiled the moment she stepped inside. Seiko is greeted with the sound of sizzling from her kitchen, and some damn good smells of cooking food. She closes the door behind her quietly and looks around the corner, into her kitchen quietly. Yeah, there was definitely someone in her kitchen, and it certainly was not anyone she knew. Seiko sticks her hand in her bag, clutching onto a pocket knife inside it before rounding the corner. [break]
“Who the fuck are you, and why the fuck are you in my apartment?” Seiko is firm, standing tall. She doesn’t show any signs of fear or concern. “I’ll call the police.” She threatens, standing a good distance from the man. She flips open the knife while it’s still inside her purse, and doesn’t dare take her eyes off of him.
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Gasp! Oto had a thin slice of pork belly hanging out of his mouth as he stood there with one hand on a pan handle and the other gripping chopsticks. There was dead silence for a moment after she said she’d call the police as Oto chewed on the meat slowly with the sizzling in the only ambient sound to be heard. His mind raced for a moment “Uhh… I thought you were dead, holy shit! Welcome home! …You want some breakfast?” He showed her the pan and just continued to act like this was all natural as he moved it back over to the heat. Gotta think quick.[break][break]
He shifted a bit, changing his stance, “I’m Oto, your friendly neighborhood in…home chef…? and uhh… long story short I thought this… I uhh… You seE, LONG STORY SHORT….I! Well. Funny thing is…” He was fumbling because he hadn’t prepared something in advance. Normally, things work out a bit different, but lately everyone has been on edge with his breaking and entering; damn shame. Maybe he’s been breaking and entering a bit too much. But then it hit him! He flexed, put on a sexy face as he brushed his black bangs away from his eyes and pulled his best Mr. Universe pose. “A hard studying lady such as yourself deserves a home cooked meal every once in awhile. You need to relax sometimes too, don’t you?” He smirked, flaunting a seductive smile that just, quite possibly, made the situation all the more awkward; like getting caught doing something wrong in a telephone booth.[break][break]
Now he kinda wish he had his shirt and boots. It would’ve been easier to just peace out, but what the hell? She hadn’t been around for 5 days straight, who does that? Now he working double time to get her to chill and hopefully make this situation less threatening. He saw her reaching into her purse and if it was mace, he was screwed. [break][break]
