tap tap tap...

his tired eyes had been staring at the paper infront of him, though he couldn't even concentrate to remember a sentence from it.

"Dammit..."

he groaned as he pushed the paper away from himself and set down his pen, standing up to take a quick break and get stuff off his mind. Maybe that would help.

he walked into the room a few doors down the hall. He slightly hesitated for a moment before he closed the door behind himself and walked closer, his eyes lay on the clear glass.

it was like something from a dream... something too beautiful and perfect to be real...

yet it was right infront of him.. incomplete but perfect... anything he could imagine could never compete to this. Yet he didn't even have a name for it....

he pressed a hand against the glass, observing every move they made. He could study them for hours at a time, if he had the chance. But being a leader of the Yakuza was a pain and time consuming.

it was perfect... his little experiment.....