Yesterday something had happened. It wasn't that big of a deal. You had just gotten into a small scrap. Is what you kept telling yourself.

Today, however, a guy with half up half down Blonde hair came up to you, he was wearing a gang jacket.

Then it clicked he was the leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang. And you had gotten into a scrap with one of his gang members.

He stopped walking and stood infront of you. You opened your mouth to talk but he cut you off before you could start.

"You bet up one of my members." He said in a aggrevated, glaring daggers at me.