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","adrie-lyric2"]Invasion of the Astro-Monster
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[attr="class","inner-finally"]They say crime never pays, except it totally does. Crime had bought Hiyokuna Sunadokei this penthouse, her palatial estate in the heart of the Minato Ward. Several private floors all to herself at the top of the ritzy Toranomon Hills Residence, her own little slice of Heaven. From here Sunadokei was queen of her castle, looking out over her domain. Well, usually that is. Currently it was almost midnight, and she was curled up on her California king bed with the tv remote in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other. The old Toho films were among her favorites, cheesy as they may be, and there was currently a marathon of them running. She was currently about half way through Kaijū Daisensō, waiting patiently for a commercial break to end.
Dressed in little more than a loose t-shirt and pink panties, Sunadokei was currently quite the sight. Fortunately for her, she never let anyone see her like this, dressed in apparel that did not cost hundreds of thousands of yen. Even her bodyguards and butlers were dismissed at this hour, and she had her residence all to herself. Well, nearly, her old black tomcat Dorobō was curled up asleep on the grand piano in the living room. Everything about Sunadokei's residence screamed opulence. From the modern design, to the priceless art pieces, to the over the to elegance of it all. It made her guests feel small, and her feel powerful and authoritative. Though at such a late how, that mattered little compared to retrieving the next slice of pizza. Sunadokei reached for the box and lifted a piece to her lips. Sometimes it was fun just to forgo private catering and get something greasy and fun to eat. American style pizza certainly fit the bill.
[attr="class","inner-finally"]Sunadokei remained engrossed with her movie, still shoveling pizza into her mouth. Her penthouse was large, her kitchen was distant, and her sound system was surround, it took a lot to hear anything out of the ordinary. But Sunadokei was hardly the only person home, as Dorobō awoke from his nap hearing the sounds of someone in the kitchen. The fat old tomcat hopped off the piano he'd been napping on, trotting across the hardwood floors of the living room towards the kitchen. Hoping his master was getting yet another midnight snack, and would offer him up something as well.
Twin green eyes flashed like emeralds in the darkness, until the cat made his way into the light of the kitchen. He stared at the intruder for a moment, this was not his curvy master, nor was it a maid or butler or even a bodyguard. Dorobō felt it odd someone he didn't recognize was in his domain so late at night, but the fact the refrigerator door was open was too enticing to care. "Mroaw!" Came his obnoxious loud hungry meow. "Mroaw. Mroaw!" Dorobō acted as if he'd never eaten before. He trotted up to the stranger, rubbing his head along his legs and generally trying to trip him with his affection. This was the part where master usually sighed and got out a can of his fancy feast. And Dorobō waited patiently for several seconds, only to grow upset when no fancy feast appeared. "MROAW!" He meowed, louder this time as he began aggressively purring in the hopes that would get him food. The fat cat put his paws on the open fridge, standing on his hind legs looking about for any kind of treat. He could smell chicken and salmon and turkey within, he just had to find it and eat it. Maybe the stranger would at least help?
Meanwhile, Sunadokei heard her pet's yowl faintly over the sound of commercials. "Dorobō?" She called out in an exasperated tone. "You better not be rummaging through the kitchen again." That cat had learned how to open the pantry doors and most of the cabinets, and Sunadokei had had to resort to putting his treats in childproof locks. "You already ate dinner you fat kitty. Come in here and snuggle with mommy." She called out in the hopes the cat would come. Only to relax and make herself comfortable, lifting another slice of pizza to her plush lips. Maybe she'd give him a little piece of pepperoni if he snuggled with her, as a treat for being a good boy.
