Me. My neighbor. Our secret

A/N:

Oh no my true colors are showing. I want to try writing romance stories but I can't help but add action. T T I promise this will still be a romance/humor story but I thirst for complicated stuff so yeah I hope you will like this. I'm more confident with this since I originally wrote stories of this kind minus the romance lol.

Chapter one will arrive soon. Kindly read and review! Thanks!

...I should really be MIA right now.

Synopsis:

Hiro, the new student was just a typical angsty high schooler or so it seems...

He was the "let's not stand out and just fade with the background" type of guy at school so many try to get the better of him. Well Masaki, our "let's make the world a better place" type of heroine accidentally gave him an uppercut when he said being bullied did not matter. Her uppercut seemed to have woken Hiro up as he was capable of breaking some bones himself! He said he was just trying to keep a low profile. But why?

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Prologue

Yamaken-gumi Main House

The romance between orange and indigo painted the sky as the sun set. Gentle wind blew and rustling of leaves was heard. There was not a soul in sight. The surrounding was melancholic as if nature was sharing its sympathy.

“Kumicho.”

A group of four men in sleek black suits walked in the dim room where only the setting sun's rays provided light through the wide open window of wood and shoji. In the darkness emerged the silhouette of an old man frail in stature, in dark teal kimono and firey red scarf around his neck. The sound of his zeta (traditional wooden slipper) tapping against the wooden floor got louder as he approached the men.

As soon as the aging face of the man whose left eye was closed due to a rather deep scar came into their sight, they sat in a seizai-style. His cold piercing eye looked at them as they bowed their heads. They were waiting for him, the man with gray hair barely covering his scalp to sit as well.

“Look up.” He said under his weak breath as he sat before them with his legs crossed.

“Kumicho. Noburo-san, he...” the one with striking orange hair which looked like fire when the wind blew, said in a stiffened, deep voice. He could barely look at the old man who showed no signs of suffering from his declining health, straight in the eyes.

The three who sat behind the one with orange hair could barely lift their heads as well.

Looking outside the window, the old man reached for his kiseru (edo-period smoking pipe) hanging on the pipe rack on the wooden tray just beside him. He blew a puff of smoke and shook his head.

He had the air of authority even when he was very vulnerable right now. His outer appearance did not even reflect his weakness, he looked all glorious like he was in perfect condition – just like the time when he was at his prime.

He turned to the four men. He sat up so that his right knee was in front of his chest. He rested his pipe-holding hand on it then moved his face closer to the orange haired man.

“Tch, you've come to deliver news not worth my time.” He clenched his teeth, decaying from smoking very close to the orange-haired man's face before resuming his earlier sitting position.

He had his head tilted in such an angle that he looked like he was looking down at them. “Noburo. It's what he gets for trying to get the better off others. If he played fairly, he would still be living.”

He stood up and turned his back at the men who were frozen in to their positions. He clearly was not in a good mood and the last thing they want to do is to get in his nerves.

“If he just did not try to be a step ahead...He was promising.” He clenched his hand clasping the wooden pipe. Just then, there was a cracking sound.

Quickly, he looked back at the men who were sitting on their calves and looked like their bladders were about to burst. “Get up.”

The four complied and stood up as soon as they can. They stood their ground as they awaited further orders from their boss.

The old man pulled out a brown envelope from the inside of his kimono's jacket and threw it at the orange-haired man. He let go of the broken pipe and pointed his index finger at the envelope.

He gritted his teeth at the man holding the envelope who looked all nervous and surprised. “I want you to find...” He paused, “No...no...” He shook his head and started the sentence again now with his voice of full authority. “I want you to bring me my first grandson!”

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Yakuza Vocabulary

(Lol...)

Kumicho:

Big time Yakuza usually have what they call a family and the family is made up of smaller clans in different areas. Kumicho is just the boss of one specific clan/ affiliate of a Yakuza family.

Yamaken-gumi:

The largest affiliate of Japan's most powerful yakuza organization, Yamaguchi-gumi, today. They are based in Kobe, Japan.

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A/N: again...

It started off pretty seriously but wait for the next chapters because those will be filled with nonsense (Not like this had sense in the first place) Well the following chapters will be filled with crack too so...umm, hold on and prepare for some yakuza action. Oh...if you haven't guessed, this is a yakuza fic with teenage love and nautical nonsense...o o