TOKYO 2025

The birds chirped as the blazing sun began rising. For many, their maddening alarms rang signaling them to start the day, and for most citizens, to go to work. The day went on as usual, the bustling streets of Tokyo were relentless, markets and shops were full of citizens making frantic attempts to eat or drink what they could before their miserable 9 to 5 jobs. Tokyo wouldn’t go through a massive change right now, more fitting would be to say that the World as we know it was about to undergo a huge transformation. People flooding the streets suddenly came to a halt, powerful rumbling associated with an just as powerful earthquake would commence. Earthquakes weren’t unusual to the citizens of Japan but this time, this time everyone could feel something different. An off putting energy, almost disturbing, filled Tokyo, its citizens frozen in terror. All at once everyone would raise their gaze to the blue sky, not to enjoy the scenery but to watch in horror as the fabric of the sky itself would begin to tear, a slim, bony hand slowly reaching out of the pocket, fully clenched, colossal in size. No one could move, not just because of their fear but mysteriously, they just couldn’t. Little by little the cadaverous hand began to open, the noise it was emitting similar to that of a creaking door that hadn’t been taken care of in ages. Every moment was horrifying for onlookers as they witnessed an event straight out of a fantasy movie. The hand was wide open now and sinister dark energy would arise from its palm resulting in many citizens not being able to contain their bodily fluids. The energy would expand and expand until it would bring forth many strange reflective orbs, small in size and black in color, which absorbed the baleful energy coming from the hand. People were crying, frozen in fear, with nothing that they could do. Suddenly the strange orbs began to disperse, releasing themselves into Tokyo at alarming speeds, speeds that humans couldn’t even keep track of. News channels began to milk this abnormal occurrence for all of its worth, playing it on repeat. Now several hours had passed, the people were scared, panicked, and most of all curious. The government was under huge pressure to provide answers, but they simply could not, no lie could possibly help them in this situation. Tokyo currently had a problem, crime organizations ruled everything, not only businesses and media but politicians too, they had complete control. Thus after the strange orbs were discovered all around Tokyo, the first to put their hands on them wasn’t the government, but notorious crime syndicates, mainly Teppeki, the largest and most influential crime group in Japan with only one other group being powerful enough to rival them, Yaju. The first man to find an orb was none other than the Head of the Teppeki, known as Masaru. He wasn’t as large as you’d expect him to be, only around 5’10 in height. He had luscious black hair of medium length that were kept slicked back, with tanned skin and a crystal clear face. He had ordinary brown eyes, nothing too special there, and a small pointy nose. His frame wasn’t that wide but he was certainly not lacking muscles. His upper body was covered in tattoos and he wore a buttoned down shirt, one side white, and another red, that he kept unbuttoned along with regular black pants and black business loafers. On his left wrist an expensive watch and bracelet and around his neck a pendant of sorts. He approached the orb lingering in a dark alleyway, coldly warning his men to stand back. He crouched, grasped the orb, picking it up from the ground, astounded from the fact that it had no weight and no texture. He looked at it, fascinated, and stood up. He turned around and passed through the men waiting for him and began to lead them. “We’re going back to the base, one of you, call him and tell him to gather everyone, we’ve made a discovery.” - The men nodded in compliance. They had arrived, a large popular club in Tokyo. A huge billboard that read - ‘Welcome to Red Dragon Club!’. The electronic panel on the large door read ‘closed’ and LED lights surrounded the entrance as the sun began to fall. Masaru entered, his army of men following closely behind. The music was loud and plenty of chatter could be heard. There was a staircase leading down to the club, which Masaru and his men followed. It was full of neon colors, tables, bars, and dancing stages. The club was filled with rows of men, lined up one after another, all clothed in black suits and black ties.

On their left stood a large man, around 7 feet tall, bulky and wide. He had short turquoise colored hair, slicked back, with a few long strands running down his face. His face was defined, a sharp jaw and dim-green eyes followed with a mean expression. He wore slim, square rimmed glasses, light orange in color, tattoos all over the back of his head and jaw, and a black suit combined with a red tie. The man turned to Masaru and lowered his head. “Greetings Lord!” - Masaru took his hand out of his pocket to salute the man - “Greetings Tadashi.” - He walked up on the dance floor podium, turning his attention to the men. The hundreds of men all lowered their heads in salute at once. “I have found something worth showing.” He stuck his hand out and one of his men brought him the orb. He grabbed the orb and raised his arm, displaying the strange object. “Look.” - Masaru began to feel nefarious energy flowing through his body, from his arm. At first he thought it was just him being paranoid, but then he was sure of it. The orb began to pulsate and began to seemingly produce smaller orbs, at first it produced three orbs of medium sizes, one floating towards Tadashi and another towards the man on Masaru’s right. He was known as Yasuo, a kind-looking man with long hair in a bun and a scruffy beard. He wore a suit covered in paintings of dragons and strapped on his back, a large katana. As the orb began floating towards him he looked puzzled, but smiled. “Tadashi, what explanation could there be for this?” - Masaru asked. - “Sir, i'm not certain but looking at the orbs pattern it seems to be assigning orbs based on rank, or possibly strength, I'm not certain.” - “Hmm, speaking of rank, where is that idiot.” - Masaru sighed. - A shadowy figure was seen approaching, and as he came closer anger Coursed through Masaru. A man wearing a black tank top, sweatpants, and white sneakers came through the horde of men, he had unusual purple hair of short length, and crimson eyes,an anomaly. “C’mon what's all this fuss about Masaru?” - “Brother, I’ve told you to never show up late to my meetings, and dress properly.” - Before the man could speak the third orb began approaching him, thus possibly confirming Tadashi’s theory. The three men held their orbs in their hands, with Masaru having the largest one. Then the orb in Masaru’s hands began to release energy again, producing smaller orbs, hundreds of them within a short time span. In seconds, the small orbs flew towards the men that were lined up, astounding everyone present. The clueless men looked down at the orbs in their hands and then at Masaru. The orbs all began pulsating, synchronized with each other. Then it all came to a halt, BAM! The orbs exploded, blinding light flashing from them. The club was ruined, the lights destroyed and the expensive bottles shattered, glass everywhere. Masaru was on the ground, his hand on his forehead, blood dripping down his face. “Shit, I didn’t expect this.” - He sighed and stood up, and slowly the others stood up too, all shocked, covered in blood and rubble. “Yamako are you alright?” - Masaru asked. - “Awh, my little brother is worried about me” - Yamako chuckled, revealing his sharp teeth that almost resembled fangs. He waved his hand through his hair and sat down on what was left from the serving table. “Masaru, the police, this is bad.” - “I think we’ll be alright, after all, they know this is our base, they probably wouldn’t do anything rash.” - Masaru replied. The hundreds of men got back in line again like obedient soldiers, Tadashi’s powerful gaze being part of it. The security alarm rang and people could be heard storming into the club, presumably the police. “Hands up everyone! I repeat hands up! We have permission to shoot at the first sign of threatening behavior.” The police rushed into the club, with Tadashi and his army of men moving to block the staircase. “Sir, you and Lord Yamako should escape! Me and Yasuo will hold it down here!” - “Just do as they say Tadashi!” - The police swarmed inside and pointed their gun towards Tadashi. Tadashi smiled, and in an act of sacrifice charged towards the officer. BOOM! The officer fired his gun. “No!” - Masaki was enraged, Tadashi was his loyal sword, and despite his cold demeanor he cared about him. Everyone thought it was the end for Tadashi but surprisingly, he stood there, the bullet on the ground, and the officer mangled, stuck in the wall. Tadashi looked stunned, taking a look at his hands he saw the blood of the officer along his knuckles. The rest of the officers began to fire at everyone clearly wanting to kill everyone present. Tadashi was shocked but this wasn’t the time for thinking. Recklessly he ran towards the officers at speeds he didn’t know he was capable, the bullets ricocheting off of him. He punched at the officers, hitting many of them at once, and charging through the rest, sending them all flying. “Sir, they’re all dead.”- Said Tadashi, sighing. -”Good, for now have the men clean this up, this is gonna be a problem either way.” - Tadashi nodded. The army of men began to pick up the lifeless corpses and move them to a door located behind the serving table. Meanwhile at the Silver Strand Restaurant, known as the headquarters of the Yaju, a pale man with gray wavy hair and eyes so bright that they glow in the dark sat at a table, his silver suit covered in blood splatters and his hand drenched in it. “Well, this is interesting now…”

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