Waifu rp II (No slots open)

Due to all the confusion of moving it to another site, we've decided to put it back here.
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Plot
This is an open rp where you and your waifu are free to go anywhere and do anything. But at the same time there will be a GM who will come up with events that can effect one or more specific players and their waifu or all the players at the same time. So in short the storyline is powered by a combination of the player's actions and the GM's events

The rp will be set in a part of Japan called 'Fakku' which includes a suburban area and an urban area.

The City

-A metropolis with much to see, hear and do. Most notable for it's nightlife including clubs, restaurants, theaters, etc., this city is popular for young couples, singles and people who generally like bright lights and bustling communities. But be careful especially at night, as the bright lights can blind one from the dangers lurking in the back alleys and empty streets

The Suburbs

-is a quieter version of its urban cousin and offers a nice friendly atmosphere, which has made it popular for families and retirees. Despite its calm, there's much to do here if one knows where to look. The suburbs is most noted for its beautiful park and lake

Rules
-You must have claimed a waifu or adopted a loli in order to play. If you don't have any waifu or lolis then refer to the WaifuThread and Adopt a Loli thread respectively


Character sheets
Obviously if you're gonna join you'll need to post your information. My profile below will provide an example of what I need. Note that parts in bold are required and parts in italics are optional

Name:Lang Ying
Alias: Has various aliases in various languages, all of which translate to "Black Dragon"
Ethnicity: African American
Age: 18
Appearance: Is dark skinned, 5'9" in height with a light muscular build. His face is generally obscured by a hat or hoody
Occupation: Martial artist, Former ronin, freelance stuntman/fight choreographer/editor and author of three books.
Region: The City

Waifu


Adopted sisters

Name: Ethan
Alias: none really, may develop some later into the RP.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Age: 16 (like the good ol' days @-@)
Appearance: Around 5'8, medium-short black hair, brown eyes. Often wears t-shirts and track pants, with running shoes.
Occupation: High Scool Student/None
Bio: A former high school student (he lately ditched his old one), Ethan left his old town behind after extensive problems with friends and family. He flew overseas to Japan, and ended up in Fakku City, where he eventually met his love, and got married to her almost immediately.
Region: The Suburbs
Waifu(s):

i guess i'll be the second applier

Character Sheets:

Name: Yashi

Alias: Ero-sensei (due to flirt and marriage habit)

Ethnicity: Japanese

Age: 21

Appearance: 5'8" long hair with spiky bangs tied into a low ponytail usually prefer to dress a bit formal

Occupation: violist / musician

Bio: a renown travelling mucision and violist around the world and got married along his journey. Finally settles down for a while at fakku city after his 3rd marriage with kotegawa yui

Region:city

Waifu(s)
kotegawa yui
a japanese girl that got dazzled by his stunning street performance and soon married him without knowing his 2 other waifus. They fought a bit but she grew to accept his other waifus as her sister

len
anya's sister a blue hair nymphet

anya alstreim
len's sister

Name: Granwyth M.(Miles) Renfeld
Alias: Is referred to as Granth by pretty much anyone.

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Age: 20

Appearance: Standing 6'1 feet and weighing 160 lbs. Has dark blond hair that reaches to the middle of his neck (at the back). Has bright green eyes. Usually wears a black shirt with a tie, alongside black jeans. Also wears a pair of black leather shoes, making his image look somewhat formal. However he appears as quite a shady individual.

Occupation: Official status says Unemployed, but currently partakes in illegal activities.

Bio: A mysterious individual that has moved into Fakku city after having served a jail time of 2 year for a falsely accused crime, this has driven him to rebel against the authorities by working his way up in an unknown organized crime syndicate. Whilst his main activities often involve assassination of higher placed individuals (within the government and such), Granth holds no grudge against the everyday man and is actually quite sympathetic towards them. Alongside with his waifu, Holly Summers, he partakes in many shady missions.

Region: The City

Waifu(s): Holly Summers (No More Heroes), met within the organized crime syndicate.
Viola (Kiddy Grade), took into home after finding out she was a stray.

Name: Lloydykun

Alias: Wind

Age: 18

Appearance: 5'8 tall, short red-black hair, dark-brown eyes, whit or cocky colored pants, white button shirt that's open all the way, with white shoes.

Occupation: Business man.

Region: The Suburbs

Waifu:

Okay, this should be enough, so let's get started. Also for anyone else who hasn't gotten their profile up, you can still do so.
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Dreams are among the many things people take for granted. And no I'm not talking about goals and life-long aspiration, I'm talking about when you close your eyes and your minds drifts somewhere else for the night; when you can travel the vast regions of the world, live out an entire lifetime and then some in the course of sleep and wake up to find only a few hours have gone by.

I'll discribe my problem in three words: Insomnia sucks balls.... Scratch that, Insomnia sucks big hairy balls. I've gotten used to this shit by now, but still; it'd be nice to have a legitimate dream for once instead of the equivalent of blacking out for the night. But my insomnia doesn't work the way others do, instead of not being able to sleep until really late at night, I always wake up early in the morning.

When my eyes snap open, I get ready to get up when I freeze and last nights events replay in my mind. Suddenly my chest registers the warm weights upon it and I look down to find Mitsuna's head resting on me while Momona allows me to use her as a hug pillow.

'Very slowly' I caution myself just before begin a rather I difficult process. First I gently pull myself free of Momona's embrace, and then take Mitsuna and carefully replace myself with her. And just like that, Momona's arms wrap around the young girl and snuggles her against her bust. I can't help but smirk.

When out of bed and dressed in my summer workout cloths I carefully sneak down the hall and out of the apartment, my daily routine taking me to the roof of this apartment complex. The brisk morning breeze and fuchsia sun greets when I arrive on the roof where a training dummy awaits me. I stare at it for a moment. I can see what that old antiques salesmen meant when he said this thing has trained the skills of many fighters; years of being beaten, deconstructed & rebuilt, polished & repolished mark its features. This thing has gone through a lot of abuse, but it has no need nor desire for mercy. And I won't give it any

Lang-kun...

Lang-kun.

"Ne, Lang-kun!"

I don't know how long I've been at it by the voice reaches me, but I stop and turn to see Gentoku, Momona and Hitomi waiting by the door. With a nod, we assemble into a line and begin our Qi-gong exercise. Eventually we finish and the girls release a sigh, not of relief, but as a means of cleansing their bodies.

"Phew this stuff works up an appetite" Gentoku comments and pats her stomach. The other girls giggle as we head back to our apartment, greeted by an exotic scent from the kitchen.

We found Nao just putting the last of today's breakfast on the table as everyone takes their seats with greetings. But as soon as I sit down, I feel a pinch on my arm. I turn and find myself being stared down by an annoyed looking Mitsuna.

"Sorry..." I offer to her, and she accepts, planting a kiss on my cheek, cuing the others to go "Awwwww", making the two of us blush. With that, everyone begins to chat amongst themselves over Nao's cooking while Mitsuna excludes herself to her book and I do what I've become (in)famous for.

"Lang-kun, did you even taste the food?" Momona queries with astonished eyes.

"My my, Lang, the food's not going to run away" Nao says with a giggle.

"10.06 seconds." Mitsuna chimes in and makes the girls gasp.

I only shrug. And in case you're wondering I did taste the food and it was delicious, hence why I'm helping myself to seconds.

Name: Jericho Anarei

Handle: RAZ

Ethnicity:Caucasian

Age: 18

Appearance: His close-cut brown hair contrasts slightly pale skin and tops off a thin face. He stands at 6'3'' and weighs 195. Usual dress is a shirt with a bird-based design printed on it, cargo shorts, and tennis shoes.

Occupation: During the day he works as security for an internet cafe, but after he gets off he spends entire nights locked in his room, writing when the mood takes him.

Region: The City

Waifu:

(lang, do we have to post in present tense and 1st person? I'm more used to using past tense and 3rd person. Is anything okay, or do you want us to do it your way?)

You can write in any form, it doesn't matter

Because of demands of a few I have decided to come back and continue RPing

Name: Naoto Shirogane
Age: 16 years old
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 27
Region home town: Inaba, Japan
Current Region: Suburbs
height: 152 cm
Job: Junior Detective
Arcana: Wheel of Fortune
Mech: Strike Freedom
Waifu: For this RP, because someone demanded, since my waifu is myself, then I will come in not as a waifu holder but as a stray waifu *sigh*. I hope this works...

Username:Raz
Password:11789432

Welcome, Jerry. You have signed in at 10:00 AM, and are scheduled for a four-hour shift today. Scheduled sign off time will be 2:00 PM.

"Yeah, yeah." Jerry said, minimizing the notice and bringing up his desktop, a cluttered mass of shortcuts and pictures. He leaned back and sighed, anticipating the usual hum-drum day of a couple crackers trying to flex their muscle. Hell, these days even two attempts at compromising security was a stretch. Crackers around here were few and far between now. The fad had died down, and Jerry's job outlook along with it.

"You in yet, Jerry?" A girl wearing the maid outfit of the cafe asked as she leaned into the small room that contained Jerry's terminal, a mini-fridge, and a call button for any drinks he needed. Jerry turned around with a forced smile and shook his head.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, Nodoka-chan." He replied in as friendly a tone as he could muster. Nodoka nodded and smiled before leaving and closing the door. Jerry turned back to the screen and stretched before placing his hands on the keyboard and bringing up an encryption tool for the cafe's firewall. He deleted yesterday's key of 'One Above Hell' to 'All Under Heaven' and then rolled away from the desk, his job all but done for the day.

The cell phone in his pocket throbbed, and Jerry sighed explosively, as he did whenever he received a text message. He preferred the more personal approach of actually talking on a phone. With a quick movement he took his phone from his pocket and flicked it open, then hit the 'View' button.

hai, jerry. Sry to txt u now, but im in class and i just remembered we need 2 pik up sumthing 4 dinr 2nite. bye.

"Dear God, my eyes." He murmured to himself before hitting the 'Reply' button and sliding out the full keyboard.

Okay, Yuka. I get off at 2 today, though you probably already knew that. Anyway, I'll probably just pick up some microwaveable stuff from the convenience store. If the door's locked when you get home, call me. I'm probably writing.

He quickly keyed in the message and made sure he used grammar proper enough at least for himself. He closed the phone again and dropped it back into his pocket before reaching into his shoulder bag and taking out a notebook. He flipped a good fifty pages in before finally arriving on a blank one and began writing, not able to think of anything else to do.

"Alright, so Jaeger just killed Shimura. Where the fuck can I take it from here?" He murmured, almost able to feel writer's block coming on. He shook his hands violently and focused, his brow furrowing in concentration. In a moment of inspiration, he put his pen to the paper before the door exploded inward and he jumped, his notebook and pen flying out of his hands.

"Jerry, what have you been doing?" Nodoka asked, her eyes wide with fear. Jerry stood up quickly and shrugged.

"What?"

"Come here!" She said, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him from the room. She pushed him into the main room and a look of revelation spread over his face.

"Yeah, I could see why you'd be shocked. Let me uh. . .Lemme take care of that." He said before turning on his heel and walking back to his room, away from the home-made porn movie that was now playing on every computer in the cafe.

"Get it down quick, Jerry!"

"Don't have to tell me twice, just get me some tea!"

A bright orange sun gently attempts to shine trough the curtains of the room, attempting to fill the skyline apartment room with it's soothing warmth. Just like every morning...

The serenity of sleep was instantly broken by a mind wrenching sound, the buzzing of the alarm clock. Just like every morning.

In one fell sweep from his arm he sent that motherfucker clock flying across the room, and accompanied with a series of grunts and groans Granwyth M. Renfeld tore himself from his sleep and pushed himself back into reality. Getting himself to sit on the bed alone required great effort, seemingly in no way was he a morning person. While sitting on his bed Granth did his "morning exercises", which consisted out of a series of stretches which were more then often halted midway. Midway his "efforts" he turned his back head, checking the other end of his bed.

She wasn't there.

Well not that it came as a surprise, but it would've been nice to at least jump start this hellfest of a morning with her at his side. Sometimes they saw each other multiple days a week, other times they didn't see each other for a month. A weird relationship, if one could actually call it that, one more attuned to work rather then feelings. But then again it's not like he hadn't gotten used to it, yet somewhere inside of him a lingering sadness could be felt though.

He finally sat his ass up and walked over to the window, sliding the curtains back letting the bright morning sun fill the room. Now revealed to his eyes was the lively view of the city in it's morning glory, high up in his skyline apartment this made for quite a view. Though it was nothing he hadn't seen before he couldn't help but at least stare at it for a little while each morning. As he turned away from the scene he walked in to his living room, where he immediately picked up his cellphone and dialled the number of his voice mail service.

"You have 1 new message." the shrill robotic voice said. In reply to this Granth pressed the "1" button on his phone, allowing his message to be played to him.

"Good morning, we hope you had a good nights rest.

We have a new "assignment" for you. However the details of your work will, as usual, not be described in this message. You will go to café on the corner of 5th street, there you'll meet your courier, he will give you the details of your work, you can't miss him. We expect the same quality of work as usual, nothing less.

May you find your true path, Refined Black."

With that the message came to an end. Refined Black, them gents at the top sure knew how to pick such dramatic codenames. The silly "may you find your true path" line always made their messages so melodramatic, but that's just how they roll. As long as they pay, he'll nod politely and take their crap.

As he opened the curtains that blocked his living room's windows he took a good last gaze at the sunrise views, that often could only be found on picture cards. Even though the city was already full awake and caught up in daily traffic, his mind however was elsewhere.

"These parts aren't just quite as colourful without you."
With that out of his system he headed off for his shower, to wash the morning sentiment off his body.

"Bye, Lang-kun, have a nice day" That's Ryuubi's last words to me before she and the girls leave for the day.

Tiffania attends a magic school in one end of town, Ryuubi still attends Settou, causing for her to travel there, Hitomi, Mitsuna and Koumei attend the same school and finally Nao's putting her abilities to work in a clinic with Momona as the receptionist.

Which leaves me alone. I can't quite stand days like this; but it's not like I can snap my fingers and suddenly movie studios need a guy to fix their crappy movie script, or tell two actors how to kick each other's asses in front of a camera, or drive off a building at two hundred miles per hour. Not to mention this writer's block isn't helping my boredom.

My sigh is a heavy one. I play my guitar a bit, but it doesn't keep me interested for very long. When the song ends at the last riff, my eyes draw themselves toward the window adjecent to me. The sun's beams are shredded by the blinds until I push them away, revealing the bright day in all it's heavenly glory.

'Why not?' I ask myself. 'Better than hanging around here'. And with that I go to the door, pick up my cap (tilted forward to hide my face) and head out towards a cafe I know. Almost mindlessly I look at my email, and then all the forums I post on...

"Ah, ah fuck me! FUCK ME!"

"What. The. Fuck?!"

And then my browser suddenly closes out and some homemade porn starts to play. I try to close it out in case somebody sees it, but then I see the same thing on everybody else's computers. I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Damn hackers..."

-finally posts-
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The wind eerily creaked through the house, as a shadowy figure slowly descended down the stairs. The light creeped in through the thin white curtains covering the 4 windows in the kitchen. A cat purred in the living room, the man shushed it quickly. He walked into the kitchen, and opened the fridge, browsing through the piles of food and drink. Picking out his choice of nothing, he sighed as he closed the door. Turning on the lights to low level, Ethan looked around the room. A dinner table, an oven, 5 cupboards, and a dishwasher were all located near him.

But there wasn't even a single pen or peice of paper around. "Damnit..." He thought to himself, "Where the fuck is the stuff you need when you're in a rush?". He looked around the living room, and after a good 10 minutes, found what he was looking for. Sitting down in the kitchen, he began writing:

Collette,

I was called into work early this morning, sorry if I woke you. I'll be back by 6, make whatever you want to for dinner.


Love, Ethan

He put the pen away, and grabbed his wallet, making sure there was at least 20$ spending cash in there. After, he left the house, quietly closing the door behind him.

His driveway awaited him, an empty peice of shit rarely ever used, except when his parents came to visit, which was rarer than a girl with 7 husbands. He grabbed his bike out of the garage, and left towards the city for work. It was usually only a 10 minute ride, and this gave him the exercise he usually needed to stay in shape.

He passed by a cafe on the way there, and saw many people looking at the same porno video at the same time. He laughed, somewhere, a hacker must be doing the same too. He decided to walk in andsee if anyone would tell him and his underaged ass to stop looking at the video, which wasn't of very good quality in many different departments. He could make better videos than this. At random, he strolled over to one table, and looked at the man, who was wearing a hoody, openly expressing his dissatisfaction at the hack.

"Seems like you're having a fun time." Ethan said to him as he continued to watch the video with mocking eyes.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." Jerry repeated to himself as he furiously typed in chain after chain of commands, finding the entry point of the cracker, isolating the source code they used for the program, and then took the distinct pleasure of deleting their work line by line. He finished the rest of his tea with one large swig before standing with a large smile on his face. "Haven't had shit cut that close in a while. Cracker must know my style." He muttered before sitting back down and making sure all of the computers had reverted to their initial functions, and then made sure to change the encryption key.


All Under Heaven Of the North Sea

Jerry keyed in the new encryption key and set up six others set to cycle every ten minutes. If the cracker wanted to have some more fun at his expense, he'd have to work for it this time. He stood back up and slammed open his door in triumph.

"Nodoka, I want a fuckin' raise!" He said, though louder than he intended. Nodoka shot him a withering gaze and some of the patrons gave him a disapproved stare of their own. The feeling of victory that burned in his gut just a moment before turned to ice and he inhaled sharply.

"Well, I just guess that I'll uh, go and just cloister myself back up. Yeah. That sounds like a plan, so um. Bye." He stammered before slowly backing up into his room and closing the door. He leaned back into his chair and felt the warmth enter back into his face as the phone in his pocket thrummed once more.

Alright, I get the picture. Proper grammar it is, sir. Anyway, how about we go out somewhere nice? We've been living off junk food ever since you got that job, and I for one refuse to live with some Otaku. Hell, the fact that you work as "security" in an internet cafe is a stretch in and of itself. But back to the point: let's go out for once, huh Jerry?

He frowned, actually preferring the bad grammar to the butchering of his life choices. He bit the inside of his cheek as he composed his reply, carefully choosing his words.

Okay, okay. Jeez. Way to kick me in the nuts and dance on my body. Sit-down it is, but seriously, where did all the low blows come from?

He closed his phone and hit the call button next to his desk.

"Nodoka, could I get a coffee in here? Black."

"You start doing you job and I'll think about it." A terse voice said in reply. He shrugged and shook his head in defeat.

"People just can't appreciate things anymore." He murmured as he checked the firewall once more and picked up his notebook from where he had thrown it. He looked at the cluttered words and sighed, no longer even willing to write. "Jeez, I just went from a huge high to fuckin' sub-terrain levels. How very much like my luck to have my day go to shit before noon."

The cellphone in his hand buzzed once more, this response much quicker. Yukari must have a free period.

Ah, don't worry about it, Jerry. If I really cared, I'd have left a long time ago, but back to what actually matters. Where did you have in mind?

Jerry let his head roll back before quickly keying in a reply.

Where did I have in mind? You were the one that suggested going out, so why do I have to decide where? I was going to get instant food, so I couldn't care less at the moment. Look, could we just talk about this later? I'm kinda feeling like shit.

(LOL, sorry for giga post. Didn't realize how long it was before I posted it, however this sets my character good on it's way for further encounters with other characters. Character development ahoy!)

One shower later, and BAM! away was the filthy feeling of morning, hello freshness.

Without any regard for the cravings of his body Granth had left his apartment without even considering breakfast, he could always pick up a bagel or something during his little trip, he was going to a café after all. After an elevator ride that seemed to take forever, which is normal if you live on the 30th floor, Granth found himself outside the doors of his apartment building trying to navigate his way to the meeting spot beforehand. After a short while of thinking he set off, adjusting his tie swiftly before he began walking. During his stroll he observed the busy traffic around him, cars and taxis jammed and honking at each other in frustration, shops opening up for a new day and people crowding the streets which he, on more then on occasion, almost bumped into. As expected it didn't take long before Granth had reached his destination, however this didn't mean he would be pleased.

"An internet café huh?"

He said whilst his face turned sour, the morning cup of coffee and the morning newspaper that he had started to fantasize about were suddenly flushed down the toilet... Along with his mood. It wasn't like he couldn't get them afterwards, he just hated having to change the order of his schedule. Getting the information from this "courier" was a vital part of his job, if only the geezers pulling the strings had a better taste for meeting spots, then he'd be a lot less grumpy in the morning. As he shrugged he opened the doors of the café and gently stepped inside.

It seemed that there had been somewhat of a commotion as many of the customers were mumbling to each other about something, however Granth decided to pay it no mind as he didn't give a rats ass about what the hell was going on in some internet café. (Obviously he assumed that only intergeeks and pedophiles visited these kind of places.) With a tight look he scanned the area to see whether he could see a familiar or distinct figure, someone he could identify as the organization's messenger. It didn't take long before he laid eyes on a set of pigtails which had the distinct colour of... Pink. His first reaction was to downright facepalm, after that moment of awkwardness was over he sat in the chair next to the small girl in the school girl uniform and the... Pink pigtails.

"Why the hell did they have to send you?... You aren't the first person in the morning that I want to have a conversation with.

Anima."

The girl, Anima, instantly recognized Granth's voice and turned her face towards him, bearing a devious smirk that only a girl of her age could pull off without looking like a total idiot.

"Sup' Granth, or wait is it "Refined Black" now?" (Granth instantly shrugged at the mentioning of the name.)

"You know if you keep that attitude up you'll never get higher up, you know that right? Besides you'll end up scaring away cute teenage girls like me, not that you aren't doing that already. I mean come on the proof is already there, your own "fuck buddy" constantly runs away from you on a regular basis. Follow my advice "Granthy" because before you know you'll turn into a 40 year old loser with a weird obsession revolving around teenage anime characters and-..."

A sudden, overly loud, cough from Granth disrupted Anima's rambling as he looked at her with eyes that cried out: "Another word and I'll snap your neck, right here, right now."

"Ahem... The note Anima."

The girl, in a sudden jolt, tilted her head up whilst an she displayed a surprised expression, as if a light bulb just had popped up above her head notifying her that she remember what her damn job was. She rumbled in her bag for a second and then pulled out a big brown envelope, giving it to Granth. As he took it from her he continued to open it, taking out the few sheets of paper that were in the envelope. As he scanned his eyes across the picture, which seemed to be the picture of a middle ages man wearing a thick set of glasses, he already knew what sort of man that guy was. As he continued to read further info about the guy the feeling of disappointment that was welling up in his gut grew, he knew what kind of man the papers talked about was. A bureaucrat. Nothing more but a lowly government worm, insuring his own wealth and comfort at the cost of the everyday man. Though not like it wasn't as if he wouldn't find joy in ridding the world of another worm, it's just that he was expecting something of a challenge perhaps... Maybe next time. Oh well guess it was another routine job. Quick kill, quick cash.

"Hey, hey, did you see? They were playing a porn movie just a few minutes ago, a bad one. They said a hacker had cracked into the system and made every computer play it... But anyway, the movie! Man it was bad, the guy looked like a douche, and the girl! Man she was so faking it, I mean come on-..."

Granth decided to cut that discussion short by simply combining his fist with the desk, which resulted in a loud slap that brought the young agent's words to a halt. Anima looked at Granth has put the envelope in his coat and stood up from his seat, with a disgruntled expression on his face. He would appreciate it if the organization would pick their "couriers" more carefully next time, sure an under aged teenage girl was inconspicuous, but it didn't really mean she was "mature" enough for the job. As he started to walk into the opposite direction he left Anima with a few last memorable words.

"Anima... Don't try to get raped by some lolicon fanatic OK?" Anima just looked at him puzzled, only a few seconds later did his message sink in, then she just looked at his back all flustered by his words.

With that all said and done Granth decided to walk for the exit, however he couldn't make it there before his attention was drawn away from his goal, by a voice that requested a black coffee (, being instantly denied though.) The thought of a good cup of coffee entered his mind... Fuck he could use one of those.

My only response to the stranger's comment was a sort of 'Tsk' sound and I would end up repeating when some guy boldly declares he deserves a raise for getting rid of crap.

'How about doing your job first, dumbass' I mentally respond.

I can finally get back to what I was trying to do before this shit, but my eyes catch a pink thing off in the back. I focus on it and find a young girl-probably early teens-with pink hair in a school uniform. I swear, girls who dye their hair look really retarded. A few minutes I notice said girl talking to someone in a coat. It's not my style to eavesdrop so I pay them no mind... Until I hear a SLAM from their table.

I cock an eyebrow at the pair until the guy leaves after stuffing something in his coat and the girl looking perplexed at him. Once finished with my online business and my soda, I get off and leave.

Days like this tend to put me in the mood to wander the city. You can say it's the sense of freedom you get when you got a place with lot's to do. But eventually my aimless wandering takes me a familiar clinic and just as I see the place is lined up with patients.

Nao's clinic is quite popular... But sometimes for the wrong reasons. Hell there's a rumor going around that lonely men and horny high school boys deliberately hurt themselves or get sick so they can take the day off to stare at Momona until they get called in to be treated by Nao. (And that's after Nao insisted on bi-annual checks since they keep coming hoping to get her to touch their erect genitals)

"Oh, hi Lang-kun" Momona chirps as I walk up to her desk. I don't respond at first, just smirking underneath my hat before sneaking a quick kiss, making her eyes go wide and her cheeks burn red. I smirk again and take a seat, already feeling the patients envious glares when I reach for a magazine.

'She's with me' I say under my breath... Which only makes them glare harder at me.

But suddenly the tension disappears at the three words these guys have been waiting for all day.

"Next patient please" Nao chimes at the door.

What happens next is the kind of thing you see on a nature show when a pack fighting over freshly killed dinner. Nao stumbles back in surprise and already I'm up, pushing and shoving my way past the guys to reach.

"Mattei kudasai!" And just like that, we-all of us are frozen still and standing at attention like soldiers awaiting orders. Nao sighs in relief.

"Everyone there's no need to shove like that, I'll make sure to treat you all until before we close. Now, who is #49?"

"We are." The crowd turns to a woman and her young daughter. At Nao's beckoning the mother pushes her way through the thick crowd that suddenly grows thicker. I try to help out by pushing the guys next to me aside, and then let her pass-much to their annoyance.

The little girl doesn't look to good. Nao kneels to her and greets her with a smile.

"Hi there~. What's your name?"

"Her name is Fortoba." The mother answers. "She woke up with a bad headache this morning. When I gave her some fruit to eat, she immediately threw up. I heard you're a terrific doctor, can you help?"

Nao answers the worried mother with a nod then offers the girl a hand. The both of them carefully stroll to room with the rest of us left behind to wait.

"Lucky little bitch" I can the guys muttering in envy as Nao seems to drift from their grasp

But just before they enter, Nao suddenly turns and blows me a kiss and a wink. I smirk at the gesture and give a little wave. But the others seem noticed as well.

"Ha! You see that? Nao-sensei winked at me and blew me a kiss! She so wants me!"

"In your dreams, kid! I'm the one she favors! Women love a mature man with experience"

"Oh, please! Who'd want some middle-aged pencil pusher!"

I shake my head, but keep quiet as I walk out and give Momona a little kiss on the cheek before I step out.

“Why?” I shouted furiously with an angry look on my face. I was speaking to a policeman who was blocking the door that led to the chief’s room.

“Your services are no longer needed. You are now removed from this case.” The policeman replied. I could see a slight smirk on his face. I wanted to fight my way in but unfortunately he was much taller than me as I was only 152cm and… I am a girl.

“Is that it? Now that you’re done using me as your sensor, after I’ve deducted the whole case for you, now you’re throwing me away?” I reasoned with the policeman while trying my best not to scowl on him.

“Hey look runt, you maybe smart but your job's over. Now go home and be proud of yourself.” With a grunt, he pushed me away then entered the station before locking the doors.

“So… it’s just like usual, they don’t need me after all.” With a deep sigh I raised my head and pitifully watched the clouds get blown by the wind.

It’s already afternoon but I am not in the mood to go home. These feelings of rejection, even though I always experience them every time I help solve a case, I could never get used to them. It’s only 5pm and I’m here in the suburbs, what possibly can I do to pass time and help me forget my misery?

A few minutes passed and I found myself in front of a ramen store. I’m hungry, “Sir one bowl of ramen please. Oh and please put two eggs in it.” I requested my order.

“Sure. But that other egg will cause you a little extra.” He replied with a business man’s smile. I nodded in reply.

“Thank you it was delicious!” A voice startled me. It’s a black haired man with three girls beside him. He had spiky bangs and a pony tail and he sure stands out. Being a detective I felt bad that I did not notice him when I entered. It must be my depression that caused that absence of alertness.

“Ah, a satisfied customer!” The cook looked cheerful. “Please come again.” He waved goodbye as the man and the three girls disappeared from the store.

I had my eyes on him until he was out of my sight. Something about him felt different, compared to the aura of the people I’ve met today. Once again I floated back to the case I was kicked off until the smell of newly cooked ramen caught my attention.

“Here’s your order son.” The cook proudly served me the ramen. It truly looked appetizing and the smell was simply aromatic.

“Thank you,” I cracked the chopsticks separate then started eating. It was stupendous! The taste is absolutely splendid. It does not have the look of luxury but this ramen is absolutely first class. The way the noodles snap inside my mouth when I bite it is quite an experience. The egg was also well cooked and matched the taste of the soup.

“I’m glad,” the cook interrupted me from eating.

“Hmm?” I looked at him curiously while I sipped a noodle and tried my best not to spill anything.

“You looked down when you came here. I am glad my ramen changed that.” He smiled at me.

“O-oh!” I blushed as I was able to see my grandfather’s face on him. “Well… this ramen is truly magnificent sir.” I politely praised his cooking.

“Of course, I take pride in my ramen.” He replied proudly. “Whatever the reason why you are lonely, you can always come here. I will cheer you up with my cooking.”

“I appreciate it,” I smiled back at him then giggled.

He blushed as he saw my smile then said: “Are you really a boy?” Then he scratched his head and felt awkward about his own question.

“Well I suppose as a prize for this delicacy I will not lie, I’m a girl sir.” I replied honestly to the good ji-chan.

“N-no way!” He was surprised.

“Anyway, thank you for this feast but I need to go home.” I thanked him then bowed to him. “I will be sure to come here again.”

“You’re welcome please take care on your way home young miss.” He replied.

“P-please treat me as you did before you knew me as a girl.” I requested then went out.

Even though the ramen cheered me up deep inside I still felt sad that I wasn’t needed. I knew from the beginning that no one would accept me as a detective because of my situation. A 15 years-old girl, no matter how mature I act they will never take me seriously.

“I guess, I’ll head home now.” I said to myself as I fixed my hat and walked home.

*humming sound*

“What was that?” I heard something just as I passed an alley a few blocks away from the Shirogane mansion in this suburb.

*humming sound*

I listened to the sound, it was wonderful. Just like the ramen, this cheered me up as I feel it tickle my ears and enter my soul. I had to see who was making such wonderful music so I followed my ears to the origin of the sound.

It was a fairly huge mansion. Not as big as our mansion but this one is also large. Inside the gate was a garden, and in the centre of that garden was a man with three other figures dancing happily to his tune. I could only see his silhouette but I could imagine that he’s probably some old man with a taste for the classics.

“Oh it seems we have a visitor?” He stopped then looked at me. He walked forward and stepped into the moonlight which revealed his face.

At that time I was captivated by his looks and his music. His charming face and mysterious aura lured me closer. The moonlight perfectly outlined his handsome features that I cannot describe.

“O-oh sorry please carry on,” I struggled as I felt ashamed to be caught listening to him secretly. “E-excuse me!” I ran away as I felt my heart beat faster just talking to him.

“W-wait!” He called out to me but I did not look back. I immediately made my way to the mansion and rested for the night.

End of prolouge

(Lol @Naoto's first 5 paragraphs relating to Persona 4. xD)

The sound of singing can be heard from my 3 wifes, they're singing happily and dances alongside my melody strummed by my beloved violin. “O-oh sorry please carry on,” i stopped. and i barely caught a glimpse of the person who listened in our music. She's probably a girl from her voice but i barely manage to catch her silhoutte so i can only guess

“W-wait!” i called out to her though sadly she ignored me and keep running to the night. that's when i realized she dropped her hat "seems like she dropped this on her hasty retreat. I'll hold it on in case i'll ever see her again." with that i picked her hat and walks to the company of my 3 wifes which are now pissed because i practically stopped our music session without telling them anything. "c-calm down and let's continue our session. It's just a curious bypasser that happen to overheard us" they seems satisfied with that explanation and we soon are back to our tune, merrily dancing and singing even though i have a feeling that i'll soon have to give that hat back to it's owner.

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a day after, at the same time 19.00

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"Len, Yui, Anya, i'm going to play at the local park, want to come?" i asked my wifes to come to my play which is usually a single street violin play. "We have something to do tonight remember, we still haven't finished cleaning up the mansion baka." yui replied rather harshly accompanied with len's and anya's nod. "oh well i guess i'll just have to perform alone tonight, devoid of any love............" i sighed exaggeratedly in a final attempt to get them to come along with me. Though it's not working since yui replied harshly with "that won't work the umpteenth time to me because you always do that to make me come along." she replied with a huff. i cringed hearing her harsh but rather true reply "okay, i'm going then. Love you all" which they all replied with a chaste kiss to my lip.

"hmmmm..... seems like the park will do nicely for my first performance on this city." It was a small calm walk down to the park with occasional blush and giggles from passing girls. "things never change whenever i go it seems" i calmly fan down my ego which is slowly began to baloon through my head. When i reach the center of the park i started to take my beloved violin out of it's case and starts a nice slow mellow tune.

it was a low tune low but calm. In itself it is a sad song accompanied with strong emotions which shows on the later part of the music with the increase on tempo and volume. It soon began to go fast and catch the park's attention. Many people swarmed over me and they listen to the tune i make. "this is why i love being a musician. I'm so fulfilled whenever people enjoy my creation" i thought on my head while further increasing the tempo.

"that melody....." i barely caught a whisper of a voice i barely recognized. And soon after i saw her! the person who left her hat yesterday. Our eyes met, the violin plays madly fast the audience eyes are on us. Ever since i keep my eyes on her the audience made way to her so now, both of us, enraptured on each other's eyes captivated with the even faster melody i created. but sadly, every thing comes to an end. I slowly lowered the tempo and ends the performance with "this is for you" never leaving my eyes over her with the sound of clapping erupted as soon as i ended my play.