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Meet Izumi Mankeinzie (a name her father gave her, like tf did u name her after your workplace) Burumidette (buruming like her mom's dad's name and dette from odette from her grandma) Fleur (because it sounded pretty) Tachibana, your average and normal 24 year old woman. she has brown hair that does a bit dark in the middle and lighter at the ends that she sometimes tie it with a hair tie into a ponytail. she glamours and always wear a casual blouse with blue stripes at the ends and a signature greyish blue jacket along with denim jeans and cute dark blue rubber shoes.
Izumi has a stable high paying job at veludo management to pay the bills, a house under her roof, nothing is wrong. except when everything went wrong. from being stable to barely surviving with two dead end jobs, a pile of medical bills and rent was two months past due. you can say she’s stuck in a huge rut.
and t icing on the cake for all this mess? she’s getting married.
she’s gettin married, hep hep HOORAY-no, to a stranger in her life and the son of one of the known leaders of the dangerous yakuza group of tokyo and veludo.
Izumi is a good child. she never complains, she always did her chores and studies well. she would greet her tired mother after she comes back from work, and like a good daughter, she would take care of her and ignore the annoyance in her mother’s tone whenever she tries to bring up anything related to acting cause it reminds her of her good for nothing father.
her father went out of the family picture when he chose his work and prioritized it more than his family. #father of the year. Izumi had last saw him was a year after she stayed in tokyo for a week. a hazy memory of footsteps running and watching actors perform on stage with onii-san’s hands against hers. it was blurry, she couldn’t even remember much of that time anymore. all what's left of that time were divorce papers (sighs)
perhaps her trauma and bad childhood caused her to repress some good memories.
enough about that.
although izumi never doubt her abilities and duties on trying to be a good daughter, she questions how did she ended up here?
because her shitty and despicable father got up and disappeared, going god knows where, leaving his only child to be responsible to pay the huge amount of debt under his name. like what the fuck dad? it’s bad enough that you crushed my dreams in acting and having a complete happy family again, you also do this here?
fuck you dad. you don't deserve a handmade mug on a gift box this year, i’ll go mug you in the head.
how did she end up here anyways? well lets’ start at the beginning.
*flashback*
“rosa, you just gotta tell your boys”
“no way i could tell them, you’ve seen my boys are and if i did they’d become overprotective daddies dogs.”
rosa qianwei was Izumi’s best friend since high school. she has shoulder-length brown hair that is braided and tied with a ribbon. she normally dons a formal work attire with a red cardigan but now it’s just matching casual clothes with me as we drink out our coffees. it was a nice day out and currently rosa was having another mid life crisses. she’s a lawyer and she works under a firm in stellis with her boss artem (he’s hot, lucky girl) along with her childhood friend and sweethear luke (sana ol). one of her boys were scheming again to whatever troublemakin mischief they plan cough marius cough* and rosa wants to take a vacation and take me with her to this nice resort we won tickets too. i told her i’d love to go but unfortunately i cant. because on ther otherhand as much as im very content living in my own house, i cant afford going anywhere cuz im stuck here in veludo with two current dead end jobs trying to pay off her mom’s old medical bills from her surgery and trying to keep up with the rent of her place.
“just take life into ur own hands girl” i said to her, taking a sip from my almost empty coffee.
“says the girl that doesn’t have any kind of plan for the future” she scoffed back slash el haych.
harsh but true since times have been tough for me and since my parents divorced and dad better be bead on a didce, i’ve been volunteering and doing odd jobs to cover expenses.
“rude, just cuz im too busy to do the things we used to do as girl best friends, you don’t have to sacrifice your fun times without me.”
“ugh, Izumi ily”
afterwards we went for a walk and continue chatting until someone behind snatched my purse almost plowing both of us over. he grabbed the bag then ran down the street.
“oh hell nah” *sister snaps* that has my curry coupons in it!
“Izumi no-”
not even bother to hear rosa’s warning, i ran after him with everything my legs could do. it’ll hurt but thats my bag and some creep aint gonna take it away from me. thank god i did track and never skipped leg days. the man tried to run across the street and was nearly hit by two cars (truck-sama please hit me too /j). i followed and there was a car rolling in front of me. barely caught in the corner of my eye and instead of being hit i badassly slid over the hood and continued running after the guy.
*le time skip*
“what did i say about chasing after criminals?” haruto snapped at me as he drives me back to my place. haruto’s my other best friend, rival or something but we’re chill.
“he took my purse and it has important stuff it in, im not some damsel and just wait for someone to help”
“couldve called the police”
“cant you just say good job or ask how am i?”
“no cuz you;re stupid and it’s going to be on your record. director reni will scold your ass again.”
“im fine, i didnt get hurt anyways, there was this beef guy who helped in the end”
"one day Izumi, you're trouble magnet and dumbness would be the death of you"
"ur being dramatic haruto, hust drop me off here"
"im an actor, being dramatic is my flair"
*more time skip idk what to write here*
when i’m back in my home sweet home, i took off my ponytail and ley my natural hair flow down on my shoulders. from casual fit to my home clothes which is my nice old shirt from college and some comfortable grey joggers. and just as i was about to settle in and start making thai curry bread for dinner, the doorbel rang. odd, its pretty late and im sure neither hauruto or rosa or anyone be coming to visit. bad hebby jeebies on my skin i went ahead and grabbing the umbrella sword from my doorway as my only source of protection. opening the front doo im confronted by a familiar rugged face of one of my dad’s friends, a hobo looking man with patched suit and one formal looking man in a better looking suit with shades on his eyes.
“hey kid,”
“uncle yuzo?”
“we gotta talk”
oh… i dont like this be going
--- to be continued ---
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