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The Beginning; Might as well go from the start
Topic Started: Aug 31 2017, 07:37 PM (102 Views)
Alicia Lukas
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Kyoto Japan, 6 years ago

She hurried the bags out of the cab putting them on the sideway carefully. Her long blond hair tied up and back in a bun as she fumbled in her purse for money, The driver didn’t know english and instead mumbled a few words of Japanese. Alicia shook her head not understanding, he quickly grabbed a few notes out and handed them over, A few men standing out front of the building stared and laughed.

The men were mostly Japanese except one goofy looking foreigner. His hair was long and cut to shoulder length. He kind of looked like future Trunks when he had long hair in dragon ball z. Alicia smiled and looked back at the driver handing over a few notes, the driver looked down and smiled. As he was about to close the door the foreigner walked over shaking his head speaking japanese. After what seemed like a heated exchange the driver handed him a few notes and drove off angrily

He said something in japanese that sounded rude before looking down at Alicia with a goofy smile. “He was trying to rip you off”
The japanese was replaced by an american accent. He handed her the money and Alicia smiled with a small nod. “I’m Sean...Sean Demont…” He held out his hand, she looked down at it for a moment before shaking it with another smile mustering up a small voice inside. “I’m Vi-Alicia...Alicia Lukas.”

Sean have her another smile, his face covered in a thinly trimmed beard. He stood in a pair of training shorts, and slip on shoes with a t-shirt that read “Kyoto-sun training academy” Alicia’s eyes widened as she read it. “You train there?..you’re one of the students?” Sean looked down at his shirt as he finger poked him in the chest and he laughed. “Yeah been here for two years now. Finally got off toilet duty….why?”

Alicia looked past him at the gathering of men outside, not one woman and Sean seemed to be the only foreigner. Her heart sank as she sighed deeply and leaned in. “I’m here to train…”

Sean held in a laugh and looked her up and down. She was about 5’7 and was tiny and thin. Maybe 115 pounds. Her long hair was tied back, blonde with a few silver streaks. Her lips covered in a frosted pink lip gloss and her face caked with makeup, she wore torn denim shorts and a white singlet top. Sean just stared and shook his head before chuckling as he talked.

“Yo-you’re here to train?.” He turned and pointed to the men at the door. “With them?” She gave him a small nod and Sean cleared his throat running a hand through his hair. “Look Alicia, they don’t like foreigners, much less women.” He sighed and shook his head as he heard the guys behind him talking in Japanese very loudly. Sean seemed to growl becoming agitated before spinning around yelling something at them.

They seemed to listen and laughed amongst themselves before Sean turned back. “It took me three weeks of coming in every day asking to train, offering all I could. Money, work..whatever...then two weeks of getting beaten up.” He sighed again and put his hand on her shoulder. “Two years I’ve eaten shit and only just now got some respect. I’m a Wakai otokonoko…”

Alicia looked confused as Sean sighed and rolled his eyes “A young boy….I’ve only had a few matches and in the gym I was still getting my ass kicked...you won’t find what you’re looking for here Lic...go home…”

Sean turned as the other men went inside, he followed and she stood alone outside the dojo, she looked down at her hands, her fingers, they trailed up to a small silver locked that dangled around her neck, she clutched it in her hands and her teeth seemed to grind together. She took a deep breathe, her eyes trailing back up from the ground directly in front of her to the old style heavy wooden door, she growled grabbing her bag making her way inside.
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