Isao Kazuhiro. Meaning of a honorable, and prosperous man. The type of man, that his father saw in Isao, his very own, and only son. The words he said when sending his offspring off to Ikebukuro University when the time came to see him free, to see the world in his own eyes, actions, and experiences. Every parents worse nightmare, but faith put into his son, along with the countless years of whipping his own kid into shape; molding him into a obi dent, and, hopefully, a highly respectable man. He let him go, thinking to himself, that he was going to be the best thing there ever was. With the mind set of becoming the doctor that cured cancer, the lawyer that ended the biggest case there ever was, the scientist that found a way to end world hunger. His father's mind was vivid, along with his mother navitiy of a perfect son in mind, as his father so inevitably fed into her. They saw great things, without giving a care of what their own son had to say. But, it was a given, if you grew up in the country, you can't help but have it simple. Think a simple life. Live a simple life. Eventually, you stop thinking about the ifs, ands, or buts-- eventually, you start thinking about the who, what, where, when, and why. Who was Isao now? What was Isao doing? Where was Isao now? When did Isao do this? And, why did Isao do it? Ikebukuro can change a country bumpkin for the worse, or so that is what Isao is saying after being in that bustling city for about three years now. Attending University, doing work, and living a life he never thought he'd get pulled in. Ikebukuro was a vortex, terms that never really thought would cross his mind in a normal basis, unless it was during his astronomy unit, but every day, he was pulled in. Falling head first into the black hole that was considered the "Alley Ways" of Ikebukuro's cold spots. To be blunt, in the words of the country bumpkin; "I fucked up." It all started so normal. After Uni, skipping a class that became irrelevant as he reached the second semester of his Junior year, he found his way down the path around the so called 'quiet' parts of Ikebukuro. Why they are called quiet is because, if you are a normal civilian, there is a 100% chance you will get mugged, and if you aren't mugged, you are jumped. Why? Why would someone so innocent looking get jumped, and assaulted so easily by just turning into the wrong part of town? That's exactly it. You turned into territory that wasn't your business, never was your business, and never will be your business. As simple as that, your normalcy, just pisses them off. It took Isao a bit of visits to figure that out, but, along the way, they just stopped. Mainly due to the fact that his run down, and fortunately affordable, apartment was around those parts, so his face became recognizable. Who knew hitting up conversation with you neighbor that suspiciously only leaves at night, would be your gate way to a world that was above your own? Isao didn't, but his gullibility is what got him dragged into it in the end of it all. The gang was called "Streets". Simple name, but heavy reputation. The name you hear when there are drug out breaks, a shooting, reasons why their are flash mobs, gang wars, and just all sorts of things that you could only imagine in some sort of gang related anime. They weren't some sort of underground gang, their presence was stronger, and almost more powerful than any political entity that walked the streets of Japan and stood by the name of law. Streets, was the type of game that determined the laws, the laws of the streets. The type of law that caused Isao, to be running for his life before his third official meeting at the Street's Headquarters. His feet weren't carrying him fast enough, as he bolted away from a group of Street members, one, named Kise, another named Taki, and the other, unfortunately, his neighbor. The wind was rushing past him, causing his black dyed blonde hair that was long all around to fly back, filling cold air through his leather jacket, loose black v-neck, and his black skinny jeans. Maneuvering past the oncoming body traffic, hitting a few through his careless effort of trying to jump throw, around, and past them all he could manage to say after the slightly painful impact was a loud calling sorry as he kept his fast pace. "Son of a Bitch! Give up!" One of the gang members said with a deathly grunt, attempting to pick up his pace. The threat didn't bother him, in fact, it made him run faster. As he sprinted, almost in complete full speed, he read the signs of the streets that he kept going through his life or death chase. Where the fuck is Ryo's house?! I've been running for too long!.. His thoughts raced, as he kept looking at each green hung sign on he street poles that passed by. I don't know how long I can last… "Aaahggghrrrhhh!" Isao grunted out, as he ran through the street, turning a sharp left towards the Ikebukuro station entrance. "…Oi!!" Isao heard the sudden struggle as the thugs saw him take that direction changed. "Shit.." He swore through his huffing, as he bolted down the station entrance stairs. It was rush hour, everyone was trying to get in and out of the station, all going to the same place, and some weren't, but over all the station was completely crowded. Maybe, just maybe, this was going to be Isao's chance to lose this fuckers.. Even if it was temporarily, he just need a fucking drink at the moment. Key card in hand, he slapped down on the scanner, forcing his way through the rotating restraint before it verified him. He heard the thugs shut his name, along with other profanity added too it. But, that wasn't going to stop him, no way in hell it was. Train to the E district in Ikebukuro is no boarding. Please stand a way from the doors as the close. Please stand a way from the-- "ISAOOOOO!!" Last minute, right train, Ryo's house. Jumping as the doors inched closer and closer together, Isao managed to fit himself in-between two businessmen. Facing the three thugs that made it last minute. As the three of them pounded on the glass of the train, swearing loudly, and giving Isao the looks of pure killers, all he could do was smirk in victory, and complete relief. - 8 minutes later - Dragging down another street way in the E district of Ikebukuro, he found his way down familiar alley way. It was the type that held the apartments that were much like Isao's, but, by the looks of it, better kept on a finical point of view. Ryo's room was the 4th floor, usually it was a piece of cake having to goo up those steal steps, but after running around the whole fucking city of Ikebukuro, it was going to be the definition of death as we know it. One step at a time. Take your time. They won't be coming after you for a long time.. Calm down Isao. As he took is time, mentally preparing himself for the longest climb of his life, he stuffed his hand in the back left pocket of his jeans, pulling out the ancient black flip phone he's had since his High School graduation. Using his thumb to open it, hitting the buttons to make a call, Ryo's contact came on the screen. Call. Rrrr. Rrr. Rr- "Ryo. I'm on the stairs. I'm coming in, so leave the door open." With that, he closed the phone, placed back into his pocket, and kept his slow and steady pace up the stairs - it only took him 5 minutes to make it up. His fist hit the door before his whole body collapsed in front of it in pure exhaustion. "Ryoooooo… I said leave the door open! Ryoooo! Open!" Isao repeatedly pounded on the door, whining through its metal, painted grey, frame, as his face smushed up against the cool feeling of it.