Hanamori sat at her table with her sweet candy off to her side and a section of the news paper resting in-between her elbows that rested on the table and supported her head by her fisted hands that pressed against either cheek on her face. She ignored the presence of the person who had just sat at the table in front of her. She watched his red hair for a short while before turning her attention back to the paper.

Her purple orbs scanned over the front page, a story that didn’t catch her attention so she flipped the page and her eyes grew in size at the title she first saw ‘Yakuza Caught!’, “what?!” she whispered harshly, standing up hastily which caused the legs of the wooden chair she was sitting on to scrape against the floor, “There’s no way he-” Hanamori stopped herself from saying anything further and left her table to order something sweet from the girl who worked the counter.

She came back several minutes later with a drink. This definitely would calm her down, she loved sweets and this Strawberry-whatever-you-call-it did the trick.

Interested? That was her family, her broken, dysfunctional yet happy and satisfying family. Hanamori didn't say a word in return but a simple, "Hn," and she lowered her head to finish reading the story. The fact alone that someone had gotten in the Yakuza ranks and was able to leak information had pissed her off enough.

She continued to read, finding out that they had raided a whore house, s whore house that her adopted father and best friend worked at. Thankfully, the place had been already vacant by the time the police got there. She humped triumphantly. It was ridiculous to think you could outsmart the Yakuza.

Her purple orbs went to search for the author of the article, scowling deeply when it was written by an unknown reporter. Good thing, too. Hanamori would be sure to see the author to his death bed, had she known.

Now that she was finished with her reading, feeling better to know that her family wasn't behind bars. She closed the newspaper and folded it in half, looking up to the teacher with dull eyes, "Hanamori Yakuza," her given name fell from her lips so naturally.

She reached for her cup and took a sip from the strawberry drink with the green straw they had supplied her with.