These events happened before Episode 2!!
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRJTQ7FHx0o&index=32&list=PLYNBny7IRlVka5wfhbJrzQjPogaU9shs7 ) Connor found himself sleeping in today. Starting out his day/night with a nice nap/goodnight sleep before sitting himself up, and stretching his arms out a bit as he did. His shaggy brown hair ruffled and messy, but that was fixed with a simple wave of the hand. He smacked his lips a couple of times, about to get out of bed when he noticed two things. Number one: Yumi wasn’t in bed with him. Not strange, but a little unusual. The second thing is that their son, Xanshu (Zan-shoo-) was resting on his abdomen, sleeping the day away. Little guy was no more than 5 years old. He looked like Connor in the face, but he definitely had his mother’s hair color and eyes. Then there was those draconic looking fangs of his, and the occasional appearance of dragon scales which he claims itch like hell. Connor always though it was more than likely because a Dragon and an Oni mating was a literal spcies first, and their child was going to be an anomaly neither one of them could predict the course for.
Connor looked down at his son with a straight face before gripping the pink haired child by his hair and lifting him up. Connor looked at him only to speak. “Haven’t I told your ass about sneaking in here to go to sleep.” Xanshu continued snoring, a snot bubble coming from his nose. Connor then casually headbutted Xanshu in the nose,waking him up and causing him to squeal. “OOOOOW!!!” the child like voice rang as blood leaked from the little ones nose. “Don’t play sleep with me. Why’re you in here.” Xanshu cried and held his nose. “I-I had a nightmare!...it was the boogeyman again.” “And what did I tell you to do when the boogeyman comes?” “K-kill it…” Connor would’ve whipped the child around like a wet towel before throwing him out of the room and into the hallway wall. Xanshu recovered, and with his nose already healed, he’d run down the hallway crying before going into his room and shutting the door. Connor stepped out into the hallway with Looney Toons boxers on and rubbed his forehead. “Those god damn dragon scales…shit that hurts like a bitch.”
After freshening up, Connor would’ve geared up for the day, opting a bit of a different style. He now today sported a white jacket, with a large black stripe across the center opening of it, a black pair of rubber/leather gloves, fingerless, with a pair of dark blue jeans, and some black air force sneakers, with good grip. He stepped out of his 2 story house of living before seeing a note stuck to the door. “Connor, left to handle some business with finding Xandu a place to stay. Be back soon. Dinner is in the oven. Don’t leave the kids at home alone.”-Yumi. Connor balled up the note. “Sorry Yu Yu. I’ve got some shit to take care of today.” “Daddy?” Connor turned around with a raised .
“What?” “Mommy told me to tell you if you leave this house you don’t get s-…s-..somati for a week!” Connor tilted his head. “Somati? The hell is somati?” Washi would’ve appeared beside Connor in his usual apparition form of doing so. The kids could see him too which was only strange because Xanshu was their natural born. He’s par oni, so it makes sense. Why the little girl could see him was a mystery. Once Washi appeared washi would’ve whispered into Connor’s ear. “That’s Draconic for Sex, Connor.” Connor’s eyes narrowed. “Yumi got me fucked up. Gone fuck around and get sexually assaulted. Listen little girl, tell your mother she can kiss my ass. Dinners in the oven take care of your brother. Punk ass kids…” Connor would’ve squatted down, and transformed into an Eagle once again before taking off into the sky! Moments later he’d be now be flying over District 2 looking for his first main clan to get the money Rick was owed…the Tsukyo Clan. As Connor flew over it, he’d consult Washi in his mind, as they circled the large 5 floor building with the word “Tsukyo” in Japanese kanja stamped across it. “Alright..the Tsukyo Clan. Washi give me the run down.” “It kills me, that you have the brain power to now remember all of this information on a whim yet you chose to consult me for everything.” “Hey now, I COULD have left your spirit ass wondering all over the god damn place! I’m lazy to boot? You already know. Give me a run down real quick.” Washi sighed.
“The Tsukiyo Clan was originally made by Hirosi Tadashi in Japan in the year 2117, after growing for a few years, The Tsukiyo Clan became bigger and bigger untill then a rival Yakuza Group massacred every member of the Tsukiyomi Clan except for Hirosi Tadashi who had fled from the country with his pregnant wife on a boat. They had set sail for America and while they were on their journey, on November 18th 2123, Kenji Tadashi was born, a year later they arrived on the west coast of America only to find the citys and villages that were now ruins and ashes, they heard about KasaiHana City, a city that was beeing build on the east side of the country so they set their journey to there, they did not have any way of travelling so they walked..It took a long time but eventually they got to the point where they were able to see the city from a distance.” Connor would’ve landed outside the building turning back into human form. He’d stand straight up looking at the front of the building with his hands in his pockets. Studying the structure itself. Washi continued. “ The three took shelter in a ruin of a house where then a few days later Hirosi died from the long journey, Kenji and his mother stayed outside KasaiHana City for a few years while She was raising him. Then on a cold winter day in the year 2154 right after Kenji his 31st birthday, his mother died from old age. He had no one left now so he decided it was time to go into KasaiHana City, it was not easy to get into the city, he was searching a way through or over the walls when he was suddenly knocked out, he then woke up in District 1 together with a girl who was called "Ana", She thought him everything there was to know about the city and a few years later in the year 2157, Kenji and Ana restarted The Tsukyo Clan, which then started growing into a bigger clan which soon moved from the slums of District 1 to the more lively and wealthy District 2, Ana got murdered while visiting a friend in D1 but Kenji kept going as the Oyuban of the Clan, he had made himself a small name in the city. Owning a Gambling Hall, Host Club and his own office, Kenji Tadashi now is the Boss/Oyuban of about 500 people, his dream is to bring himself to the top of the clans and teach everyone the meaning of Loyalty, Devotion and Duty.”
“Hm.” Connor spoke to himself. “I forgot the head of this clan is actually not a bad guy. He’s got to have a good reasoning as to why he wouldn’t pay on a due he owes. Let’s find out.” Connor would’ve walked up to the double doors, and opened them up and stepped foot inside. It looked like an old timey Japanese dojo, but with a modern flair to it. There were wooden tables abroad and chairs, filled to the brim with men in white kimonos. They all looked at Connor suspicious and confused. Connor closed the doors behind him and cleared his throat before speaking. “Yo.” He waved. “Names uh Connor Ryoji. I’m from The Shinpaku Federation. Fire Flower Syndicate. If it’s not to much trouble, I need to speak with your Kaicho. “ the men looked at one another. One of them stood up, but out of the crowd he stood out. He had on a black Kimmono with a white vest. He was pretty short and he looked young as hell,, with white hair, and a sword on his back. The handle was wrapped in green clothe and the sheeth was green as well. He had matching green hues to boot.
“You’re looking for Kenji..?” He spoke while walking towards Connor. “On what grounds. Kaicho on Kaicho meetings have to be pre-arranged to avoid suspicion or treason…especially through opposing syndicates. “ He stopped a few feet away from Connor, as connor replied. “Uh yeah, see I don’t have time for the formalities. To be fair, I only have three days and I’m acting as a debt collector today. Your Kaicho owes a friend of mine, Slick Rick, a good lump sum of money. I’m here to collect it.” The men began to look at Connor…Connor’s Negitive emotion sensing was beginning to flare up as he could feel the shift in tone. The room began to get thick with tension and he was balling his fist in his pocket, praying he could resist the urge to absorb all that negative goodness and keep himself at a controlled level. “Your trying to collect a debt from our Kaicho? He would never need to borrow money from a single soul, let alone someone you know. What kind of game are you playing here Ryoji. This isn’t your home turf, you’re surrounded, and you have to be either very confident or very stupid to come here demanding such an offense.” “Well there is a very thin line between the two…” Connor began to sweat a bit. The men noticed this thinking that he was nervous…when really Connor was doing his damnest best to ignore the growing animocity in the room. “Look I don’t want to fight. if you could please just get me a meeting with your Kaicho.” Connor would’ve cupped his right fist with his left hand and extended the joined hands to signal a sign of respect. “….Get out.” The young man said. Connor blinked a few times before licking his lips and shaking his head. “Mkay you must be the Ainki based on your colors. Please try to appeal to my ca-“ The Aniki began to draw his blade. Connor let another bead of sweat drop. While they couldn’t see it, the symbol on Connor’s back was beginning to emit a red glow, signaling he was about to turn the hell up. “Get….out.” The aniki spoke again. Connor’s fist were shaking as his crimson hues were fixed on the Aninki and the men in the room…there were at least 50 in here. Connor bit his lip before attempting to speak again. He didn’t know what to say but he had to fight his nature to pick his words carefully! “…..No.” Connor said calmly and firmly. The Aniki drew his blade in a white flash and as he swung the blade, a voice boomed. “OI!!!” The aniki and Connor looked to see who it was.
It was a rather tall and slender male. He was thin but still pretty defined. He had orange shoulder length hair, with brown eyes and a strap across his shoulder which wrapped around his waist and connected at the back. He had a jet black sheathed katana on his backside and fingerless gloves on with a pair of navy blue dress pants.
“Stand down Dwarf Star. This guy didn’t come here to pick a fight. that and we just remodeled this room not to long ago. I don’t want any blood spilt on the new coat. His…or yours for that matter. Dwarf Start looked back at Connor for a moment. While Dwarf Stars blade was right at Connors neck, Connors right hand in a knife-hand like fashion was literally less than an inch from digging his hand into Star’s throat, while his left hand was positioned right under star’s sword arm. Connor would’ve lowered his guard and Star lowered his as well. “Kaicho.“ Connor would’ve clasped his fist with his opposing hand and bowed to the Tadashi. “Kaicho.” Tadashi spoke and did the same thing. “Could we have a word ? I’m only here about the debt.” “Ahhh yes. That debt.” Kenji rubbed his chin. “Come with me into the office. I’d like to discuss the matter in private. “ Connor nodded following behind him and breathing a sigh of relief. His power went back to normal and he could relax a bit. Moments later the two of them would’ve been sitting in Kenji’s office. Kenji behind a desk and Connor opposite of him seated as Kenji explained his situation using very well worded vocabulary and speech.
“So in other words…” Connor spoke. “You’re broke as shit.” Kenji closed his eyes with a scowl in embarrassment. “Well to put it so bluntly yes…but I do have money coming in. just the clan businesses haven’t been taking off as well as they used to. Seems like with the Inugami Clans hold over popular clubs and businesses, no one really needs your run of the mill host clubs anymore. “ Connor folded his arms and tapped his chin with his finger. “Maybe we can help each other out here.” Connor would’ve stood up and pointed at Kenji. “I’ll pay the debt for you, and even give you a good size loan. In return you open a joint business with me, and we’ll split those prophets. You get 60% I’ll take 40%.” Kenji furrowed his brow. “Is there some kind of catch? Or condition?” Connor looked around “Yeeeeeeeeah…open this joint business with me. It’s just a restaurant, but I know a few awesome cooks from Dragon Kang who could make us a big sum of money.” Kenji’s face went serious. “The circle of Yakuza around here were completely wrong about you. You’re a lot more honorable than what the general public wants to believe.” Connor waved off the complement “Ahhh fooey. Don’t believe that. I’m an asshole through and through. I’ve just got to find the bastard who murdered a good bit of my Tanks…” Kenji stood up as well. “The Tattoo shop murder? Those were your guys?” Connor nodded. “I’m looking for the guy that did it. I know it was one man but he was so…discrete. With the way he killed them. there was no way I’d have been able to track him. He’s a clean one.” Kenji walked towards the door. “What is he? A high level omega gene user or something?” “Who knows. Anyway Kenji, I’m heading out now. I’ll go let Rick know everything is kosher.”
The two walked out of the room, shaking hands, and Kenji would’ve patted connor on the shoulder, looking to the rest of the men in the room. “Today marks a new day. The Shinpaku Federation and the Tsukyo Clan will now be business partners and brothers on the battle field. Continuing to uphold the traditional laws of the Jingi as one, regardless of syndicate boundaries. God speed Connor. May your justice be swift like the stainless blade of the meji era.” “As I would hope yours to be as well.” Connor would’ve made his way out of the Tskyo building with his hands in his pockets, talking to washi mentally. “See? That turned out better than I thought it would.” Washi retorted spiritually walking beside Connor. “That was the nicest of the bunch that list gave you. Good luck with the other two, I’d love to see how you handle that.” Connor kept walking along the street until he was bumped into by an old man. The man appeared to be…maybe 90? He looked on his last leg, when he’d fallen to the ground! “Oh shit old man you alright?” the old man would’ve stood up and looked at Connor before scurrying away. “Those eyes! Those god awful red eyes! YOU’RE LIKE HIM! YOU’RE ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE DAMNED DEMONS WALKING THE EARTH!” Connor tilted his head. “Dude your seriously freaking me out here. I’m like who? Not many people have red eyes you know.” “DON’T PLAY COY! YOU PROBABLY HAIL FORM THE SAME FAMILY!” the old man began to draw attention.”Connor.” Washi chimed in. “Not many people have red hues. Could be another Oni in the area, and judging by this old man’s reaction he couldn’t have been nice.” Connor furrowed his brow before relaxing his facial expression. “Whoa whoa whoa…who’s the other demon? What did he look like?” The old man stood on top of a mailbox, waving his cane and pointing at Connor. “SCOURGES OF THE EARTH! THE SECOND RED EYED DEVIL! THE ONE BEFORE YOU HAD JET BLACK HAIR, WITH A SCAR ON HIS LEFT CHEEK IN THE SHAPE OF A CROSS! BLASPHEMY! BLASPHEMY TO THE SPIRITS ABOVE! HE IS THE CAUSE OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION! THE MURDERS OF TODAY! I BET THEIR OF HIS DOING!” Connor wanted to just say fuck this old guy and go on about his business but…something about this old frantic guy was interesting. What ever he saw clearly gave him a psychological break down. Maybe it’d be worth checking out. Even if it wasn’t who connor was looking for, and it might not be, He wouldn’t mind doing Kenji another favor and getting rid of another malevolent oni in the area. “Oi, old man. Where’d you last see my demon brother.” Connor air quoted this statement. “WHY THE DAMNED LOCAL HERBEL SHOP! OWNED BY THAT CREEPY PALE SKINNED GIRL! SHE TOO HAD EYES THE COLOR OF BLOOD! AND HAIR BLACKER THAN NIGHT ITSELF!” Connor narrowed his eyes. “Alright Washi. Looks like it’s time for a trip to a flower shop. Not exactly who or what I’m looking for but kicking some demon ass is just as good as getting these favors out of the way.” “If you’re sure Connor.” Connor would’ve began walking around a bit more, getting a feel for the area and in search of this “demon flower shop” and this “Demon brother” the old man compared him to. He had a gut feeling about this but even if he was wrong, couldn’t hurt to get into some shit.