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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[attr="class","text-area"] Masaru Yori entered the clinic with a thick leather case in hand. He wore a matching pair of gray; both suit and slacks well ironed and cleaned. The young man approached the desk upfront, laid his leather briefcase atop and rummaged through to retrieve one of his forged identifiers. "Hey, uh..." He leaned against the counter, maintaining eye contact with the female receptionist. "I'm here to fill in for doctor-" He paused, looked up at the wall of plaques and certificates displayed behind the counter, took note of a name, and continued with his statement. "-Kamamura, I'm a colleague of his, yes. I'm doc Jiro, Mayuri Jiro from the Yamato Mental Health Clinic in Shibuya. I was wondering if he said anything about me, you know, filling in for today?" [break][break]
After a few more minutes of both flattery and deception, finally, the receptionist had been convinced. Yori entered the head psychiatrist's office following the blonde receptionist's lead. With a smile, the young man dismissed the woman who then promptly returned to her desk. His courteous smile turning mischievous as he sat on the large oaken desk, shoving Kamamura's name plaque aside; he knew for a fact he'd be late, after all, Yori did slash the poor man's tires the night before it all. [break][break]
With no one around to see him, Yori opened his leather briefcase and took out a smaller leather case from within, one filled with tools seemingly used for lockpicking. He rubbed both hands together and plucked a pick or two, slowly forcing the desk drawers open; hoping to find official checks and other knickknacks that might help him amass more cash.
[attr="class","campussub"] darling, you're a far-fetched dream.
[attr="class","campustag"] WRITTEN FOR Masaru Yori
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Naoko had to wonder how her grandparents managed to push her into another one of their schemes for the umpteenth time. The answer was quite clear and it lied deep in her psyche: she simply had the backbone of a jellyfish, and if you were aware of the sea-dwellers then you would know that they have no vertebrae at all. She knew they only had the kindest intentions in mind, it probably wasn’t easy living with someone as troubled as her, but their methods weren’t always appropriate. Since her escape from the daunting past, her visits to the doctors were frequent in the beginning but had recently slowed after they deemed her ‘healthy enough’ to function. Of course, doctors were only accurate when their patient was telling the entire truth, and while Naoko wasn’t the best liar it wasn’t all that difficult to pull the wool over their eyes. Naturally, her grandparents would eventually come to their own conclusion that her mental health was no completely subpar after a handful of events where she nearly passed out in public. [break][break]
So here she was, trembling legs leading her past the doors of the renowned clinic that her grandparents heard of from one of their many acquaintances. Apparently he was meant to be a genius and a god who could cure anyone afflicted with crippling anxiety- not that the young girl truly believed this, as much as she tried to convince herself this appointment would have at least some sort of positive outcome. The clinic itself wasn’t anything different from the various psychiatrists she’d visited in the past, the overall layout was your standard building. A receptionist waited for her at the desk, tapping her pen as she beckoned the timid brunette closer to her. ”U-Um..Nishijima Naoko, I should have an appointment with Dr. Kamamura?” She attempted to speak at a tone where the older woman could understand her, but she could tell by the furrow of her brows that she had barely caught her words. Seconds of tapping away at the keyboard passed before the receptionists eyes lit up in recognition and she motioned down the hall with directions being thrown in the smaller girls direction. [break][break]
”Oh! And we have a different doctor filling in for him today! But don’t worry, they have just as great credentials.” The blonde reassured with a tight-lipped smile, as if waiting for the patient to scurry off like she was meant to without a fight. [break][break]
After muttering her thanks, Naoko turned on her heels and began to follow the crystal clear directions. They weren’t difficult in the slightest, but the last minute onslaught of information left a sinking feeling in her gut. Things were already going differently than she expected and it didn’t do much to calm the bundle of nerves that wracked through her entire body. It was clear by the way she halted right in front of the somehow daunting door that second thoughts were beginning to fill her head- maybe she could come back another time? Surely her grandparents would understand? No, the fear of disappointment kept her from turning and fleeing, instead a dainty hand engulfed in a pink sweater placed itself on the metal doorknob. Sucking in a quick breath, Naoko twisted the knob and pushed the door open, only to be met with the sight of the presumed doctor in the midst of something. [break][break]
Without even looking in his eyes, as her own gaze dropped to the floor, she stuttered out an attempt at an apology. ”I-I’m sorry for barging in...the lady at the desk said I could come right in.” Her shaky tone explained, fingers clutching onto the sleeves of her sweater as her hazelnut orbs peeked out from beneath her similar shaded hair.
