Note: in this story I did not say that any of the characters were Japanese!!!

"Ack!" I say as I bump into someone. Then I bow, and say "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going!" Then I look up. Ohh dear. Yakuza. "Oi, was this your death wish squirt?" One of the men say with a raspy yet deep voice, while grabbing me by the collar. "Let me- ack! Go!!" I say as I struggle to get out of this man's hands by grabbing his wrist with both of my hands, and thrashing around at the same time. "Ain't getting out today, squirt." The same man says as he throws me into an alley.

The next thing I remember is blood, seeing red, kicks, punches, and possibly a knife to the stomach. I'm half bled to death by now, and now I see a man in italian clothing coming my way. Uggh. Please, just finish me now.. Then he started rushing to me. Why? Then he starts to cry a bit, hugs me in his arms, And said, "I can't let you go today." he picked me up gently bridal style, and settled me in a car as I blacked out.

I wake up, only to see a roof of a.. Yakuza clan?! I'm on a comfy futon. Too comfy. Maybe they gave me some medicine or something. Then I lift the covers, and I see myself in a kimono, and if you remove it even an inch, you can see my stomach was covered in bandages, and my arm in a cast. "Ack!" I shout suddenly as I grab my side, and it starts to bleed.

"Aki, lie down!" A man says, as he lays me down on the futon. Whoa. He's gorgeous. Jade green eyes, raven black hair, and pale skin, and a broad figure. Then, I realize something. "Umm.. Sir?" I ask questioningly. "Yes?" The man replies as he sits formally, despite me being a stranger. "I don't mean to be rude, but how do you know my name?" I asked. Then his eyes widened. "Umm.. Sir?" I asked again. Then he asked,

"Do you know my name?" Then I remember something. A little kid was chasing me when I was little, and he had jade eyes, and they didn't seem natural to me, so I asked him, "Hey. Why are your eyes green?" Then he said, "Well, I was born with these, so
I really don't know what to say. but my parents told me my eyes were as green as jade, so they named me Midorima." Then I decided, I didn't like the name, so I asked him, "Can I call you Midori?" Then the boy replied, "Sure!" Then We became friends, and were separated at grade school, and on the last day, he told me, "Sorry. I cant see you anymore." Then he disappeared from my life, and now here he is. "Midori?" I asked. "Yep." He replied as he hugged me tightly, and I hugged him back.

Then, a gun came out from the sliding door, shot Midori in the back, and some security guards pulled the man away. Then I lifted my hands off of him, and I saw blood, as he slumped onto my lap. "MIDORI!!!!!"