Ushiyama picked up an empty glass, running a cloth along its edge as he watched the man who’d ordered the drink take a sip. There was a soft chink as a cold glass struck the bar, a few droplets sloshing out of the cup and landing on the dark surface. His father was still recuperating in the hospital from his near-assassination, And Genji had been forced to make the rounds-frequenting the yakuza’s known areas in an attempt to keep away any enemies who saw this as an opportunity to take over Ryuseikai turf. It was a constant, and he knew that it was the type of life he would live for many more years.Īnd that was the reason for his current appearance at the club. It was a comfort, this world of degenerates and ethical sidesteppers. It was the type of place Takiya Genji had grown up in, and the place he frequently associated with the word “home”.īeing the son of the head of the Ryuseikai Group, Genji had grown up in this violent environment to the point that he was numb to it. It was the type of place that the majority of humankind stayed away from and were warned against entering. The entire district hung on the fringes of societal morality, a cesspit for yakuza, criminals, and hoodlums. Prostitutes hung limply off of their customer’s arms, a lit cigarette held between their thin, bony fingers. Drunken patrons stumbled down the narrow alley towards the main street, toting beer bottles. The alleyway in front of Hotto Kuchiburi was crowded as usual. The flickering traffic lights cast a pale, sickly yellow glow to the red light district, and the corrosive tang of alcohol and cigarette smoke hung in the air.

It was a mildly cold evening, just past twilight. Rating: M for violence and possible adult situationsįact: A flock of crows is called a 'murder' The lack of Crows Zero fanfiction astounds me, so I'm hoping to remedy the fact and maybe jumpstart a wave of Crows Zero fanfiction. Author's Note: This is just the prologue so it is very short.

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