Prologue; page three

young lady rushed to the monks side. Yakuza glanced at her for a moment then continued walking. She was around nineteen. Her light lavender hair was up in two straight pigtails. Her royal blue eyes were soft as she asked if the monk was okay. She was wearing a dark lavender, off the shoulders top with tight black long shorts. Yakuza noticed she wore white fighter gloves with matching fighter boots. She stood from the monk and turned to him. Her face puffed up. Yakuza rolled his eyes. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!?” She was lovely until she opened her mouth. Yakuza closed his eyes and opened them looking at her, “You done?” She was pissed now. He smiled as if he was enjoying it. “This is a holy place!’ she shouted as she smacked the cigarette out of his hand. “Well...” he paused as he got out another cigarette and lit it, “I’m not religious.” “And what’s that got to do with anything!?” He inhaled the sweet smoke and smirked looking at the loud girl, “So I can smoke in here all I want.” She rolled up her sleeves, “That’s it—!” “Ma am’ Chitose.” An older monk spoke up walking towards them. Yakuza raised his eyebrow. The old monk was more then old he was ancient. Yakuza was surprised the man could still walk. He turned to Chitose and put a hand on her shoulder. She eased up quickly and stepped away from Yakuza. He put out his cigarette on the wall, which drove Chitose mad. He smiled again. She just wanted to wipe his stupid smile off his stupid face. The man took off his hood. His eyes were closed the entire time. “Are you the one who sent me the letter of protection?” The girl looked puzzled at this point. “I did.” “So where is the girl?” Chitose blinked, “You mean Lady Nami?” Yakuza shrugged then nodded. “But...” Chitose turned to the elderly monk, “I’m Lady Nami’s body guard.” The monk patted her head, “I know that, Chitose. But things are more complex then your young mind knows. We need a lot more protection if Nami’s going to defeat the Warlord.” Yakuza folded his arms over his chest, “Defeat the Warlord...? I said I’d protect her not go after the most powerful man who just so happens to rule over us.” Chitose rolled her eyes at Yakuza’s ignorance, “The Warlord is Lady Nami’s older brother you fool.” He had to admit that did catch him off-guard, “So?”