Rags To Stealing Riches, Open

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"Great idea, retard. You just can't control those greedy fingers, can you? The young woman huffed to herself, as her legs pumped and pumped, urging herself to go faster, the raggedy bag flapping against her back, filled with jewels, upon jewels. "Also learn how to not wear a skirt when planning to do such! AND wear some clothing too." Haruko growled to herself, skidding around the corner onto another busy block. Young maidens, and the rich squealing with wonder and disgust. After all, Haruko wasn't the most best dressed on the block. A grey coat, a bit scuffed, the sleeves rolled a bit, purple gloves, a skimpy top, and a grey skirt, and just below the knee boots. Not to mention, the mean intent sparkling with in those green eyes, that seemed to reach out to anyone who gazed at her.

Her red hair flared behind her, her hair tie coming loose. It was literally a fucking wonder how she was getting away with this. But she was running so fast. Her feet burned. She could only run.

Haruko gasped in horror, the bag slipped from her grip. In a smooth, sliding motion, she twisted around, running backwards for a moment, situating her bag. Full of oodles of diamonds. She could sell these. It could mean food for a long while.

Suddenly, the air escaped her lungs, leaving her breathless, her bag falling from her hands from the sheer shock of the force. Haruko bounced forward, falling onto her stumach. What now? No time to think that. All Haruko could think, is how to breath again. As she laid there gasping for air.

The rush of being caught was still flooding her veins, making it hard for her to breath. Even though this was lasting mere seconds, but she had to get..she had too.

She ran into someone. Their shadow looming over her. The theif trembled, afraid to even gaze at the person behind her.

[Zetsumei]

Nicholi looked at the woman with a straight face, "Miss," he said with a smooth calm voice, "I don't care what your stealing now but my boss would like to meet with you." He said with a grin, he unholstered one of his guns and pulled it's hammer back, "please don't put up a fight, he wouldn't be to happy if i brought back a body.

He took a closer look, she was really young to be a hacker but the description matched in every way. She was the one, though normally Zet would just have a thief killed Nicholi was sure he had something in store for her.

"Bring her back to the office Nicholi," a voice said through the intercom, "unharmed, she seems to have a great knowlege of technology and may prove more useful alive."

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Haruko held her breath as she watched the shadow stirr a bit. This was it. The silent, unknown theift. Caught. By a mere police officer. Now this was bullshit. The woman let her head sink low, and almost hang there, as the person spoke.

What?

He didn't care?

Haruko snapped into a sitting position, playing wit hthe dirt next to her.

"I care what I'm stealing. This is paying for all of my stuff and food.." Came a mumble from the woman. Although, she jerked back into attention, as she heard a faint click. Oh great, a gun. Haruko lightly brushed her dark redish hair away from her dirtied face as she innocently tilted her head to look at the man. He looked so weird. As in. His prescence. It was..odd.

"You're boss..Who's your?.." A voice. From a high tech intercom. Overcome with glee, the twenty year old hacker jumped to her feet swiftly, twisting around, the gun to her forward, a petite hand grasping his wrist.

"Who was that?" Came a rushed question. "I know that voice." She knew who it was...but..she couldn't place a name.

A grin crawled to her mischevious lips.

"So if I fight..you..Kill me. Like I care. Not even the government has files on me. I'm just a lowly theift. No one. I'm basically here with out a prescence. Do me a favour? Shoot me. You can't trust me." Haruko coaxed, pressing her forward against the barrel. Maybe her voice would trail back to the man in the intercom.

Ha, Haruko felt like a giddy child again for an odd reason.

[Nareta]

"Hello? Keeeeeeee-oooooooooooooo.... God dammit, you know better than to call me when I'm working, these buildings cover the waves like sonsa bitches!" With a growl, Nareta shut his cell phone, which hung itself up. The man chuckled, as he walked on. His business jacket was undone, as were the top two buttons of his dress shirt. Cigarette in mouth, he took a drag, his only wish to be getting home and playing on that new song. Juding from Kyo's voice before the buildings cut him off, they'd gotten a gig somewhere downtown. Which, of course, kicked major ass.

"So if I fight..you..Kill me. Like I care. Not even the government has files on me. I'm just a lowly theift. No one. I'm basically here with out a prescence. Do me a favour? Shoot me. You can't trust me."

"Is there a problem? Who's killin-" Turning, he saw the gun, the woman, more.... Mid-step, leg still in the air, he froze, his face being overcome by a navy blue blush. "Oh..... Shit..... Am I interupting something? Because, ya know, I'm technically blind and can't see a damn thing you people are doing, you're just joking, yes, haha......" Great, like that honestly worked... Baka yarou! Now you've been caught up in... Judging from the clothing and the comments the woman had made, Yakuza.... Oh, how interesting. It was the Yakuza who had gotten Naoko taken away 12 years ago to Kyoto... In truth, he had never really forgiven the group as a whole, but the Yakuza bosses who were responsible did go to jail. No reason to harbor anything against the Yakuza. Besides, that meant endangering the other band members, and, he didn't really care, the family and the business. Someone had to try and beat out Sony in this damn country, just so long as Microsoft didn't invade(America had taught him to question the legality of monopolies like Microsoft).

"Oh, mind if I ask what is going on before I go? Or, eh, if you're a Yakuza?" In his mind, he began to rip himself, limb from limb. GOD DAMMIT! SONOFAMOTHERFUCKINGBITCHCOCKBITESNOWBALLINGBASTARD! Had to go ans ask... Good thing he had his switchblade... And Ise magic and stuff. What fun. This could end up quite fun... and bloody.... His stomach gave a turn at the very thought of it....

"Fuck."

[Zetsumei]

Nihcoli eyed the new stranger, "I work for Ashurum, not the yakuza." He said looking at the man, "My boss wants this girl, she has done some rather bad things to him in the last few months and he was intrigued with who she was."

Nicholi's trench coat flapped in the breeze, his attention was back on the girl, "I do not want to kill you," he said with a softer voice as he placed the gun back into it's clip holster. "If you would please come with me it would be greatly appciated."

It was a few seconds later that the radio spoke once more, "Don't worry about it Nicholi," Zet said in a smooth voice, "I am coming out there."

"Aye sir," and soon after a car pulled up, a black Mercedes S-Class pulled up. "Looks like you'll get to meet the boss in person, it's not often he comes out here for a someone who consideres themselves a nobody. The door opened and the silver haired man in a white suit stepped out.

"Haruko i presume," He said with a smile and a plesent tone, "My name is Zetsumei Jouten, nice to meet you." He extended his hand to the young girl with a smile.

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"Now, if you REALLY wanted to scary my poor ass, say something as in.." Haruko cleared her throat, her shoulders raised, a deep voice replacing her feminine one, "We'll be forced to torture you! A slow painful death to you!" Haruko grinned, placing her thumb against her throat, making a cutting motion.

Suddenly, the crack of little diamonds arose. Shit.

Haruko looked behind her. Another man. But she immediately looked down to the floor. A sigh escaped her lips.

That's it for those valubales. New plan. Or, er, soon.

Haruko's green eyes trailed the young man. She felt rude. Hey, even the poor do have manors. The theift wanted to introduce herself. Instead of just ignoring him. Least Nicholi gave him a partial sentance. But Haruko soon found herself speechless.

Zetsumei Jouten, here?

Her heart sunk.

She didn't want to see anyone right now. Haruko just wanted to go back to her cruddy little basement, and fiddle with her computer.

Too late.

There he was, Zetumsie Jouten.
The man whom Haruko was stealing money from and hacking into his company's computers.

Haruko shifted her gaze. Feeling odd. Compared to Nicholi, this stranger whom stumbled upon the situation. And to Zetsumei himself. She was dirtied up. A small smudge upon her cheek. Some minor cuts to her exposed legs. The and of her skirt a little damaged. She was a nobody.

A hand, covered with a clean, crisp clean, white glove. Haruko's purple gloved hand, though the fingers to the glove were cut off, slowly raised itself, hoovering over Zetsumei's hand. Afraid to touch the white glove. As if afraid that her touch would make it dirty. Finally, she gently grasped his hand, still afraid to full grasp it, as he called her by her name. She finally got caught.

Haruko glanced up at the man, then back down. Her dark redish hair cascading into her face a little bit. His words were making her so ashamed. Well, that or, she was just putting on an act. Honestly, Haruko couldn't tell.

"Haruko..Baisotei." Haruko corrected, almsot quietly, with her last name. Hey, she had to show just a little bit of class. But, maybe she just sounded stupid.

These people probably made a decent amount of money. Had a home..had family.

Haruko had nothing.

But herself, and this city full of lies.

[Zetsumei]

Zetsumei smiled, "Yes i know," he said smoothly her grip wasn;t firm but she was a young girl, "I know all about you, ever since the first time you hacked Ashurum I let you in, wanted to see what you could do." he said breaking the handshake and looking down at her through the sunglasses, "You've done an amazing job at getting though all of our block, an excilent hacker.

Nicholi stood and watched him a bit then looked away, so he knew about the girl the entire time. His boss was a mystery even to him, "I also know you are unemploied and rather poor, i have an offer for you." he smiled and pulled out a check and wrote a six figure number on it, four hundred thousend dollers. "Take this and work for me," he smiled, "I am willing to give you a six figure salary of you hack professional for me, an apartment, and any technology you can imagin." he held the check out and then looked over to Nicholi.

"Nicholi, I need you to find me a band for to open for Sakanoue next week, make sure its one that can compliment their style of music," he smiled, "and make sure it's a good one, ever since we lost that last contract I've been looking for new talent." He said this loudly and clearly with a kind tone, this was the business face that he always kept.

"Aye sir," Nicholi said in reply, "Once I am sure you are safely on your way I will go." his primary job was keeping Zet safe, after that he would run errends for him.

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Haruko raised an eyebrow as the buisness man commented that Haruko was rather poor. Rather poor? Just the other day she had to garbarge picking. And she thought of that as being, REALLY FUCKING POOR. Her scuffed grey jacket slid down her shoulders a bit, revealing actually unmarked skin. So perfectly smooth. Unlike the upper part of her arms, and some parts of her legs. But, the cuts would heal.

Money? The twenty year old woman leaned forward a bit, the jacket slipping to her elbows as she palced her hands upon her hips. Gazing at the check. Now, that was alot of money. Gingerly, her petite hands grasped the paper with her hands. Her eyes glazing over it. She felt so twisted on the inside. But she couldn't accept the offer.

A arm surged forward grasping Zetsumei's hand tightly as she took two more steps forward closer to him. The twenty year old had to gaze upwards. He was atleast a foot taller than herself. Her other hand placed the check in his hands.

"I can't." She whispered.

[Zetsumei]

Zetsumei looked at her a little puzzled but it did not matter to him, "Fine then," he said as he held the slip of paper in his hand, "the police will be on your tail soon, I would have offered you immunity from them but you turned me down." He walked toward the car, "and if you are found in our system you will find yourself in an explosive situation."

He looked over to the other man who seemed to be a bystandered and ignored his presnece, he was only interested in the girl. Droping a card on the ground he looked back at her, "You can keep what you stole, just dont let me catch you inside again. As for the offer, if you ever reconsider give me a call." His eyes met Nicholi's as he smiled and opened his car door.

"Actually I do have one question," he turned with a smile, "why say no when you are struggling so hard just to survive. You are a good thief but that would only keep you alive if you had a good back job."

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Haruko only smiled halfly as Zetsumei basically shrugged off her decline. She didn't know why. Maybe she wasn't thinking correctly, with the prescence of him, and the other two men that were around her. The red haired girl sauntered towards the richious man, bending over causually, scooping up the card.

She timidly gazed back up at Zetsumei. He was right. He was basically saying that Haruko was the biggest retard that had ever, ever walked this damned to hell earth.

"I'm not sure, I enjoy my electrionics. They are what I am. If I turned into work, I'm not sure how I'd feel. It's all I have in my life." Haruko shrugged, merely stuffing the card in the waist of her skirt. "Everyone is struggling. Honestly, I'm just living life. Just like you." Haruko said, chuckling a bit, lacing her hands behind her head, beginning to strut away. Her green eyes bored into the other man. That had barely spoken.

"I'll remember your pretty face, You owe me some money for those diamonds you stepped on. I'm not even going to bother picking them up." Haruko hummed to Nareta, merely walking away. Although her green eyes gazing back at Zetsumei.

Maybe she would give him a call.

[Zetsumei]

Zetsumei looked over to her walking away, "How bout this," he said, "it doesn't turn into work, in return for making my security tighter I'll pay you for every hacker it stops and also give you access to my own personal computer system." He smiled a bit, "At the moment it is the most advanced piece of equipment on this planet, and you can do as you wish with it."

He held the car door open, "I'll show you the place, and your apartment, after seeing both you can make your discision. If you decline I'll take you back to your home and we will never have to speak again." He pushed up his sunglasses, "If you accept then I'll hand you the keys. It a simple offer, though I understand if you say no."

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Haruko stopped, and swung back around to the three expertly upon her heels. The ragged girl stared for a bit, her lips not curved to a smile or a frown. An eyebrow raised a bit as she padded towards Zetsumei. A smile suddenly tugged at the corner of her lips as she glanced up at him. Then she felt her heart skip.

She had to atleast give it a try.

"Deal." Haruko soothed, taking a glance at Nicholi, and then Nareta before crouch to step into his car.

"Why not. I have nothing to rather go back to anyways. Except for a dead cat by my door. And that's not very welcoming." Haruko teased.

[Nareta]

Eyebrow far above his head, he was confused. If that wasn't Yakuza, he didn't know what was. Almost completely ignored, the man gracefully headed, no, ran, back to his apartment. Dashing, running, fleeing, call it what you would; he was quite surprised.

"Gods below... That was nothing short of freaky!"