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The History of Mitsuko Kamiyama Part One
Who: Mitsuko Kamiyama (along with a host of NPCs and mention of a certain Genko brat)
When: March 14, 2000 (A day shy of Mitsuko's fifteenth birthday)
Where: Minato, Tokyo, Japan
What: Backstory of Mitsuko living in Tokyo as a gang leader. She receives some surprising news, involving another of our illustrious characters.

(OOC Note: All dialogue is in Japan, names are in Japanese order. Basically, this is just a very, very Japanese RP.)


Sato Sakura drew the cigarette from her lips, rolling her heavily made-up eyes. She was sitting in a crouch in a tiny parking lot wedged between two buildings. It was empty, except for the motorcycles surrounding them. "When are they going to get here?"

Kimura Ayame looked over from the complex drawing she was putting on the brick one of the buildings in marker. "They'll get here when they get here. Have a little patience. What do you think?"

"I think the owner of that building would appreciate if you would remove that," a voice said from behind the two girls.

The girls turned to look at the owner of the voice. Dressed very primly in a suit, it was one of the teachers, Tanaka-Sensei. He looked disapprovingly at the girls. "You could at least take off your uniforms before you engage in such activities. It reflects poorly on the school."

"Always want to get us out of our uniforms, don't you, Tanaka-Sensei?" Sakura mocked. She undid another button on her already disheveled uniform. "Should report you."

"Like they would believe you two. Look at you." He gestured to them. Both girls were in uniforms of a plaid skirt, white shirt and black blazer, but they had intentionally rumpled, torn and defaced with Kanji. Sakura's hair was short and platinum blonde while Ayame's longer locks were done in tight curls, similarly bleached but with the dye growing out and showing dark roots. Each girl wore fake animal ears nestled in their hair and a tail tied around their waist. "Everyone knows what you are."

"And what are they?"

Tanaka turned to the new arrival. She was dressed in the same uniform as Sato and Kimura, but it was in absolute perfect order. The only thing thing that betrayed the appearance of a well-behaved student was her thick makeup and her hair. While the others had gone with blonde, she was redheaded. The dye job was flawless. With her ears and tail, she appeared to have just stepped out of an anime. He look was obviously done to stand out from the others, show herself as leader.

"You're not a student at my school," Tanaka said to her.

"The uniform's so stylish, I couldn't resist," the girl replied cooly. She adjusted the jacket and smirked. "So what are they, Tanka-sensei?"

"Filthy Yankii. And here I thought Yamada Ume being expelled would have gotten you girls back on the straight and narrow," he spoke to the girl's followers. "But you just found another delinquint to lead you around by the nose."

"They're my girls," the redhead snapped. "And Yamada-sempai was a great woman." She reached into her pocket. "I don't take kindly to people badmouthing her."

There was the chink of metal against metal as she extended a length of chain. She cocked her head. "Are we understood, Sensei?"

"Who are you?" Tanaka asked in horror.

"Mitsuko," she replied coldly. "And you should get going. Your lunchbreak is almost over."

Tanaka backed up slowly, not taking his eyes off of Mitsuko. She laughed. "Oh... And Sakura and Ayame won't be back to class today. Write them a note excusing them."

The frightened teacher ran off, leaving the girls alone at the side of the store.

"Wow, Mitsuko-san!" Sakura trilled. "That was great!"

"Idiot," Mitsuko murmured, watching the teacher retreat. "Won't put up with anyone talking trash about Yamada-sempai. She was brilliant."

"You're doing a great job of filling her spot," Ayame supplied. "She'd be really proud of you."

Mitsuko managed a small smile at this compliment. "All she wanted when she was sent off to her grandparents was that I take care of you. I'm just doing what I can." She rubbed the back of her neck. "Oi, Sakura... You still have the records we took when we broke into the school?"

Sakura nodded. "Of course, Mitsuko-san... But... Why?"

"We're going to pay Tanaka-sensei a little home visit." She paused. "He's not married, right? No kids?"

Sakura shook her head. "No. He lives alone. Always coming onto the girls too. Dirty old man. Only mean to us because we won't have sex with him."

"Gives us even more reason to pay him a visit," Mitsuko replied coolly.

"Need help with that, Kitsunemimi?"

Mitsuko smiled broadly, her cheeks turning red. "Sho."

She looked to the motorcycles. There were now four boys hanging off of them. The one in the lead was a handsome boy, with long hair dyed blonde. He was dressed in an oversized black coat, as were the other boys. Despite his motorcycle and the rough aura he tried to convey, there was a gentleness in his face.

Mitsuko tried to hide her blush with a smirk. "We'll see. You know, we can handle ourselves. Don't need you boys to protect us."

"Brought lunch!" One of Sho's followers announced. He held out a bento box to share with Sakura and Ayame.

Mitsuko eyed the box carefully. Rather than the disposable kind they usually stole from the store, it was a wooden. She frowned deeply. "That's not from the store."

"Didn't need to even go in," the boy laughed. "Ran into some first-years junior high students...."

"What the hell is that?" Mitsuko demanded, kicking the boy down onto the ground. "You gonna steal, you steal from the store, not some poor kid!"

The boy pulled himself off the ground and squared off against Mitsuko. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He snapped back.

"Jin..." Sho said warningly.

Jin backed down slightly at this warning from his leader, but he still glared at Mitsuko. "You ain't Ume. You've only been leading these girls for a month."

"Well, I am running them now," Mitsuko said firmly. "And I don't like picking on defenseless kids. Stealing from stores is one thing, but I won't have you bullying kids. I don't like violence against the weak."

Jin rolled his eyes. "Even when Ume was around, we didn't take orders from some bitch."

"Jin!" Sho pulled himself up, looking menacing now. "You treat Mitsuko with the same respect you treat me." He grabbed Jin by the shirt. "And you don't call my sister a bitch."

"I was calling this one a bitch." Jin snapped back. "Just because you wanna screw her so bad..."

"That's enough!" Sho said harshly. He strode forward. "Stop right now or I'll...."

"No," Mitsuko said firmly. "Let him talk. He's obviously got issues with me." She gently moved Sho aside. "I wanna know what Jin-chan has to say."

"We do things our way," Jin insisted. "And just 'cause you can't do violence, doesn't mean we can't. When Yamada ran you girls, she knew that. And she didn't put the girls in these dumb ears..." He reached for Mitsuko's ears.

There was a loud SNAP as Mitsuko grabbed Jin's arm and twisted it around. He screamed, his arm bent at an odd angle now.

"No one touches my fucking ears without my permission," Mitsuko hissed. "And I said I don't like violence. Didn't say I couldn't fight."

She pushed Jin away coldly before looking to her girls. "Get him to the hospital. He's gonna need a cast."

The girls immediately went into action, helping Jin up and escorting him out of the parking lot on foot. Mitsuko glared at the remaining boys. "And you two," she gestured to the abandoned bento boxes. "Find the kids you took those from and return them. Now."

The boys collected the boxes and ran off towards the Junior High. This left Sho and Mitsuko alone in the parking lot.

"If you wanted to be alone, you could've just said something." Sho wrapped an arm around Mitsuko's waist, pulling her against him. "You didn't need to break Jin's arm."

"He had it coming," Mitsuko said harshly. "Come on, stealing from kids..."

"I let him do it," Sho said quietly. This was followed by a very mumbled sumimasen.

"Don't do that anymore," Mitsuko said quietly. "But he didn't need to mouth off to me about it. I know I'm not Yamada-sempai, but..."

"You're better than Ume," Sho assured her. "Even she knew that. One of the reasons she let our parents ship her off."

"She taught me everything I know," Mitsuko replied. "Never would have been able to steal a thing without her help."

"I don't think I did all that badly helping." Sho was now a little defensive. "Who taught you how to pick a lock, huh?"

Mitsuko smiled, giving Sho an inviting look. "Do you want something in return for that kindness, hm?"

Sho grinned back at Mitsuko and held her waist firmly, picking her up and setting her down on his customized motorcycle. He urged her legs to wrap around his waist as claimed her mouth passionately.

"Sho--" Mitsuko moaned against his mouth. "We're... In... Pub..."

"I don't care," Sho said firmly, kissing her harder and letting his hands ruck up her skirt and feel her thighs. "Do you really care that much?"

Mitsuko sighed happily as his kisses trailed down her throat. Her fingers clutched desperately at his shirt. She was not used to such affection, but... Oh God, she loved it. Since the moment Sho had first kissed her, she was addicted to his touch.

"Do you know how much I want you?" Sho murmured against her flesh. He had removed her tie and undone the first few buttons of her shirt. He was nuzzling her collarbone, tongue darting out to taste her flesh. She knew exactly how much he wanted her. His erection was pressing against her insistently.

She had kissed other boys before. It had been a good way to get them to do what she wanted them to. But it was nothing like it was with Sho... Oh, if she had known having a human form was so good, she would have forced her body to do it well before last year, when she was finally physically and mentally ready for the strain.

She knew how improper this was, engaging in heavy petting where anyone could see them, but she couldn't stop. Besides... They were punks... They were supposed to flout convention, weren't they?

"If Ume knew what we were doing..." Sho bit her lower lip and she gasped out. He used to opportunity to thrust his tongue into her mouth.

Mitsuko's breath trembled when they separated. "She'd be over the fucking moon."

It had been the former leader of Mitsuko's gang who had introduced them. Mitsuko owed so much to Yamada-sempai. She had been the first girl Mitsuko had met in Tokyo, only a few days after running away from the Tenko. She had been fantastic. Tall, blonde and imposing. She had taught Mitsuko all she needed to know about surviving in Tokyo. Brought her into the gang and quickly made her second-in-command. It was her uniform Mitsuko was wearing now.

And there was Sho.... Yamada-sempai's older brother. The leader of his own gang. Mitsuko fell for him like a ton of bricks. Yamada-sempai had always encouraged their pairing. In some ways, Mitsuko thought Yamada-sempai had given her leadership to make her elder brother happy.

Whatever the reason, Mitsuko was happy. This was the closest she had to a family. Now that hers was behind her in Hokkaido, she needed to have people who cared for her. And Sho truly cared for her.

"I could take you right here," Sho groaned into Mitsuko's hair. "Fuck you right here on my bike. Would you like that, Kitsunemimi?"

Mitsuko gently pushed Sho away from her. In truth, she did want that. But they had not yet had sex and she wanted to make sure the timing was right. "Another time," she said softly. She slipped a hand into his trousers, careful to graze his crotch with nimble fingers as she drew out the crumpled pack of cigarettes and lighter. She brought the pack to her mouth, taking one of the white cylinders between her red lips before lighting it. She held the pack out to Sho. "Patience, patience."

"You just make it really hard," Sho took a cigarette into his mouth and lit it off Mitsuko's. "You're gorgeous."

"I know," Mitsuko sighed, blowing out a smoke ring. "But you'll just have to wait."

Something had now caught Sho's attention. He pulled fully away from Mitsuko, his eyes taking on a dangerous glint. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a flickknife. "What are you looking at?" he demanded. But he wasn't speaking to Mitsuko. He was speaking to...

"Ojou-sama."

Mitsuko froze. She licked her lips slowly as she turned around. Behind her was a man in a white hakama and gi. She swallowed hard as she looked at him. She knew him well. She had seen him her entire life, until she had run away to Tokyo. "Akira." Her mother's most trusted advisor.

Akira bowed deeply. "Ojou-sama, your mother wishes to see you."

"She usually does," Mitsuko snapped waspishly. She turned to Sho. "I need to go."

Sho looked uncertainly at Akira. "Mitsuko..."

"I'll be fine," Mitsuko assured him, hopping off Sho's motorcycle. She gave Akira a pointed look before giving Sho a firm kiss on the mouth. "Go and make sure Jin isn't tearing up the hospital. I'll meet up with you tonight."

"Be careful..." Sho said. He got onto his motorcycle and Mitsuko stepped back as he revved up the engine. He was off without another word, leaving Mitsuko with Akira.

"What the hell?!?!" Mitsuko demanded, stalking up to Akira. "What the hell are you doing here? And could you look any more conspicuous?"

"I've been looking for you for months," Akira said, bowing deeper. "Your mother is quite troubled at your disappearance."

"Did I make her look bad again?" Mitsuko taunted with a laugh. She took a drag of her cigarette. "Worried about what the other clans are saying about me?"

"Ojou-sama, your birthday is tomorrow..."

Mitsuko rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know. What does that have to do with anything?"

Akira finally ended his bow. "For your birthday, your mother has arranged an Omiai."

This caused Mitsuko to freeze once again. Her eyes widened. "What... The... Hell?"

"It is a very good match," Akira insisted, pressing his palms together and bowing his head. "Your mother has been working on the details for many years now. He is of the Spirit Clan named Takemoto Shig--"

"I don't care what his name is!" Mitsuko exclaimed. "I don't want to know anything about him!" She pressed her hands against her ears briefly. "By Inari, do you really think I want to be fobbed off on some loser?"

"I assure you, Ojou-sama... The match is excellent. He is of a very high family. His grandfather is the acting head of the Spirit Clan..."

"...And he's the heir apparent, right?" Mitsuko finished with a yawn. "Thus, if he and I were to get married, centuries of feuding between the two clans would be ended and joined once again... The newly joined Spirit-Celestial clan would be unparalleled in terms of power." She rolled her eyes. "Do I just about have it? You think I haven't heard this crap before? Last time, it was the Thunder Clan, of course. It's just the minor details that change." She flicked her cigarette at Akira. "It doesn't matter. The old hag and Goro will never be able to agree long enough to marry me off to whats-his-name."

"I assure you, Ojou-sama... That is not the case."

"I'm going to be fifteen!" Mitsuko pointed out. "Why does she want me to get married so young anyway? I've barely started having my heats."

"Midori-sama wishes you to have time to mould the young master to your whim."

Mitsuko laughed hard. "Oh, that's it, huh? Shouldn't be surprised. The only reason she hasn't married Goro is because she can't keep the old Genko in check. So she's putting the responsibility on me with this brat."

"He is quite refined, Ojou-sama..."

Mitsuko shook her head. "How many different ways can I say I don't care? I'm not going to marry some guy just so the clans can be united."

Akira seemed confused by this. "Then you are looking for ren'ai? Ojou-sama, you could learn to care for this young man..."

"I don't want to get married," Mitsuko said, carefully pronouncing each word. "And if I did, I wouldn't want to get married as some sort of political ploy. So go crawling back to my mother and tell her I'm fine on my own. And if you come looking for me again, you won't find me. I'll go to the other side of the world if it means getting our from under her thumb."

"Is this really the life you want?" Akira asked, looking Mitsuko over. "The life of a delinquent? Hanging out with those good for nothing humans?"

"Those good for nothing humans actually care about me," Mitsuko said, trying to contain her anger. "And I'm never going to be able to live up to the standards of the great Light of Hokkaido. So I might as well disappoint her as much as I can."

Mitsuko strode out of the parking lot. She stopped by Akira's side, looking up at him. "I may be a delinquent, but at least I'm living my own life now."

With a flick of her tail, Mitsuko strode down the street.

*****

CULTURAL NOTES:

Mitsuko and her gang are referred to as Yankii. They are high-school (age, some are drop outs) delinquents. Known to hang out in gangs, cause trouble, wear customized uniforms and often dye their hair to look "American" (Yankii comes from Yankee). And as a side note... I wrote this RP-- and named Mitsuko's Yankii boyfriend-- on Saturday. Yesterday I watched Arashi's Pika*nichi: Life is Hard Dakedo Happy, in which Sakurai Sho played a Yankii. I fell out of my chair at the coincidence.

Sho calls Mitsuko Kitsunemimi. This means "Fox Ears". It's anime/manga terminology, referring to characters with fox ears and tail and cosplayers who dress like such. The English equivalent would be "Foxgirl".

Ojou means Young Lady. When used with the -sama honourific, it's a common way to refer to the daughter of a high-class family.

Omiai ("looking at each other") is a Japanese custom where an unattached man and woman are introduced to each other with the hope they will marry. Depending on the pressure put on the couple by the families, it's somewhere between a blind date and an arranged marriage. Ren'ai is a love marriage.

CONTINUITY NOTES:

While it was stated in their first RP that Mitsuko didn't recognize Shigeru, that does not mean she didn't know about him. She just did not recognize him on sight. Also, he is not mentioned by full name here. By the time she meets him in game, she has put this incident out of her mind or believes it was one of Shigeru's cousins her mother wanted to betroth her to.