Blossoming Lotus Part Three (CVU)
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Five Years Ago
She still didn't know what Daddy Dragon as she liked to call him had done to make this a possibility. He'd given a lot to get them free from the circle of criminal activity and violence that had made up so much of their lives. Now at the age of thirteen Haruka was sitting in a classroom somewhere in the states. Honestly she didn't care which of the fifty it was or what the location could mean for her. Right now she was trying to be who Ryu wanted her to be, to be daddy's little girl and not the Lotus so she contained herself. Don't focus on the city, if she'd killed here during the hundred day ritual, if she knew contacts here. It honestly hurt a little she didn't like that dad had to do business for her and without her. She didn't like being in this city without the support of others. She was brought up to be able to survive on her own, after a year of living with Ryu exclusively she'd come to learn to like having people around.
Classes were easy and boring, they didn't like Haruka to much, she wore what she wanted more then caring about any dress code. She'd picked a few small fights, and she'd done bone breaking dares all for the sake of what only seemed her enjoyment. For the most part they were understanding of the hard change they were going through. What Ryu and her did was secret but the staff knew of a tough upbringing and desire to change so they allowed some wiggle room. All of them feared of course however that things might go to far, habits die hard after all.
"You know who my dad is. I can get away with literally anything." These were the words of a bully to a girl, a classmate to another. It was in earshot of Haruka however and so she continued to listen in. The girl was a pretty thing, Haruka didn't know her name never really cared to much at the time, she did know she had broken up with the guy. They were seniors older then her and having adventured in some particular hobbies that they were way to boastful about. By the sounds of the protesting though from her she wasn't changing her mind. "You're going to meet me behind back." Haruka didn't like that, and by the nervous behavior of the ex girlfriend she didn't either. The guy leaves to the restroom and the lotus puts away her books gently closing her locker as she follows him.
Probably one of her better dressed days all things considered, was surprisingly fitting to who she was rather then who she wanted to be. Entering the restroom, much to the gasp of those in the hall and in the stalls she zeroed in on the boy. A brief sprint followed by a sudden high kick that had his head knocked back, a few dislodged teeth and a sudden fall. He'd collapsed on the floor before he'd even knew what him. "You bitch, my dad's the sherif I can probably have you arrested."
"Yeah I don't care."
"Is it a jealousy thing, would you rather I meet you out back?" He remarked thinking himself that impressive.
"Nope."
"Well you'd best own up for this somehow. I could kick your ass free of consequence." To that Haruka laughed.
"Yeah okay" she was deeply amused and this upset the bully in question. He was eager to lash out and naturally Haruka having basically been trained all her life for this kind of thing was more comfortable in her skin then she had been in a year. This was a true fight she felt given his dad maybe he could do something. He through a boring hook and in a counter action she struck with her palm and carried it slightly upward and over. The wrist snaps, and in a painful yelp he launches into another jab with his free hand. She leads this into a throw to project him over her shoulder and crashing into the tiled floor. A sharp twist on his arm is made, could of been a hold but in a lust for combat she found herself just wanting to break him, his bones throughout his arm shattered.
He was about to try and get up, to flee at this point he wasn't going to beet her at this point for sure they both knew. Now was flight not fight given the agony he was in, her foot came down on his knee though, a slight crack and now he wasn't going anywhere. Chances were in her favor in combat and she was getting results that were breaking the boy. A quick kick to the ribs and his breathing was strained. With that done other students cowering and or screaming she was about to go find something to use as a weapon when teachers came yelling to stop. And the lotus listened halting.
An hour later she was circled by cops including the boy's dad. "That was a little to far kid we should lock you up but he needed the lesson and your dad is looking out for you. Just don't do that again." She sighed, even fighting was now greatly off the table it sounded like. Trying to be good was bullshit she thought to herself. Then in came her daddy, the once dragon of Osaka.
"Hey" she remarked she hung her head in shame a bit, there was a bit of smile to her young features though. They knew who she was.
"Listen Haruka, I know how hard it is to adapt." She had some doubt on that, he was a man, she was a weapon. "Trust me, I do." She did trust him though, more then anyone on earth. "But you can't just beat another kid close to death!"
"You mean shouldn't I totally can." She was teasing, the stern look told her it wasn't to well received maybe a little amusement out of it but now wasn't the time.
"We left those lives behind us, the Dragon and the Lotus are memories now, people aren't trained to withstand a beating or even put up a fight, you know?" That was their own damn problem she thought. "They are regular people, so..." he sighed "next time go easier on them, okay? No breaking bones or lethally wounding anyone." That cheered her up a bit though, fighting wasn't entirely forbidden. "But I wouldn't be the former Dragon of Osaka, now Daddy Dragon, if I scolded my little princess for standing up for someone. It's just more proof, you're a good girl, don't let anyone tell you otherwise!" She told herself she wasn't all the time, she could try and be that though for him.
Three Years Ago
Now fifteen and honestly Haruka's heart was a flutter. She'd been hanging out with some of the outcasts of school. One day realizing that the occasional fight at school was trouble they were trying to think of a solution to get their fix somewhat more safely. They liked fighting but all of them knew that it wasn't the way to be good and they really did want to be decent people. While smoking a bowl after school they'd gotten together to watch one of their favorite movies and what Haruka thought one of the best movies of all time.
Fight Club.
They decided to put together such a thing for themselves, it was underground or off at some warehouses places that were safe. They trained they fought they had fun and for over a year honestly Haruka hadn't gotten into a single fight at school or in the streets this was safer, it was better. And thankfully although her dad was a bit upset she was still fighting and not just being a kid this was a way for her to be her and do so safely. Today though instead of going to meet up for some kicking ass and fighting Haruka was pulled to the side. The club while now with many members was mostly made by Ryan and her and now he was instead asking her out. She really liked him, he was pretty ripped easy on the eyes and nice to her. A little later a teen returns home, far more upbeat then she perhaps ever was. Terrible dancing to the rock music that she blared and when dad came home and asked what her deal was she explained. Then came his response, which had the teenager both nervous and excited.
"A... boyfriend?! Uhm... Well, ----, didn't see that one coming."
"I know right!" Of course her shock was more of a natural sort not thinking anyone would want her in such a way more then anything else.
"Guess it's only natural, huh? Normal parenting problems..." he sigh and continued."Okay, so, well, that's a natural part of life, you don't need to be scared, sweetheart" There was an audible pft out of Haruka, she wasn't scared by much of anything. "But it also isn't bad if you are, after all everything is so new, right? So, uhm, if you like a boy enough to let him get closer to you, hold your hand, maybe even... kiss you" she laughed at that, liked the idea liked the weird mix of comfort and discomfort out of this moment. "It's only natural you'll want him closer. If he likes you back, which I'm sure he does because, well, those other girls don't hold a candle to my little lotus" a nod came from her. She didn't think anyone would ask such a crazy messed up person like her but she did think herself without equal amongst their friends. "He's going to be the luckiest guy in the planet. However, boys are mostly evil bastards, so you need to be wary! It's easy to think he wants your love, but he actually wants... uh... something else." More laughter from her, her joy entirely genuine "if he truly likes you, he will be interested on everything you tell him, he will want to be together to do the silliest things and he'll treat you like a princess. Actually, he better treat you like one. But if you think he's doing it only out of interest, if you even feel your feelings aren't answered, back off because he's trouble. And that's when..." he cracks his knuckles more a sign of her partner in crime so long ago was visible. "Dad's gonna have to talk to him."
"Thanks daddy"
Three months later however and the situation had changed she came home in tears. She'd given him everything, tried to teach him what she could to as he asked her. When she opened up though he called her a freak. Saw the monster and immediately told her to screw off. A lot of friends of the club tried to tell her it'd be okay and to hold her back from going after him. Eventually she did however and found him with someone else. A comforting discard of clothes and an open window to hear what was happening. This clearly wasn't the first time he'd cheated it was now just time to forget about hiding it cause they were done. And in a rare moment, she went home and cried chased off the devils of hers. Much as she wanted to bash his face in she was instead found crying, and to most maybe that wasn't to big a deal to uncommon. But anyone who knew the Lotus knew that wasn't something she ever did. Her dad would take care of it, she'd grow to hate that fact though. Much as she loved Ryu taking care of it for her however he'd chosen she felt like that drew him a bit into being the dragon. And as much as she wanted that back this wasn't how it had ought to be she'd thought. Just more reason to let rivers for the first time sense she was probably five flow.
Two Years Ago
After that rather difficult break up Haruka had really wanted to move back to Osaka. She knew they were in doing so closer to who they'd been trying to escape from. She wanted to go home though to that city she'd always loved. From the ferris wheel to the castle garden it was just a beautiful place to be she felt. And now she could savor it more with him instead of being the psycho she used to be. She could appreciate it more and for awhile it had been rather good.
Umeda Sky Building was where she had been visiting when everything went to shit. "You know your dad may have retired but we all know who you are." She hadn't killed sense she was twelve she hadn't been in a serious fight for about two years. She'd really done her best to put that life behind her. Instinctively though she got ready for that was who she really was.
"It'd be out of line to try and go after him, if we take you out though that'd be pain enough." She was still amused people thought they could touch the dragon or lotus she was ready for this. They came at her as so many often did. And with a mixture of martial arts and chance she had everything covered. She avoided an attempt to shoot her with ease and in a palm strike had managed to kill one of the three men just like that. It was easy, and it felt good. This was who she was and everything felt right, even more then when she'd nearly beat a classmate to death. She landed a bone shattering blow and took a gun shot to her abdomen, the pain was there but she shrugged it mostly off it was comforting to her. Pain was joyously familiar, some warm up strikes and an evasion and then she had the second one on the ground. It was here gloves, tore and her strikes eventually began to pulverize bone and flesh. Chances in her strikes led to supernatural results that turned bone to powder and blood to cake her knuckles in a thick way befitting of the brutality. Smooth evasion of the opposition as he got to his feet third and last of the thugs. His gun was taken and though he was fine he didn't have enough time to react to barrel thrusted into his mouth. And as a gunshot rings out a man she hadn't seen in years enters with applause. Seeing him again hurt more then the bullet wound did and chances didn't cover that kind of pain. She'd return home to more of the same kind of pain.
She scrubbed as hard as she could but vitality was caked upon her hands and it was reluctant to let go. The sink was smelling a bit of copper, the faucet water turning red as her dad, the man who arguably cared more for her then the man she'd met up with again not to long ago came in. And thus words flowed out, and for the second time in her life she dared to cry. "So that's how it is, huh?" she sighed hearing the palpable dissatisfaction upon his tongue eyes staring at blood soaked fists like daggers. She always had suspicious cuts and bruises, she'd been trained by the clan and shown through him the ways of the Yakuza. They'd tried for a normal life though and they both knew she'd worked tirelessly not to be the killer she was made to be. This moment hurt more to them both then any blade or bullet. And there was a moment of silence that in it's minute Haruka swore lasted an eternity. And the blood wouldn't wash off infuriating the lotus more and more.
So you're just going back, huh?" She wanted to shake her head and deny it, she couldn't however that would be a lie. "After everything we went through? Did it feel nice?"
Sniffling she dared to speak for a moment "it did." She didn't mean to throw it all away she really didn't. This was what she was however, nothing felt better then that rush of adrenaline and feeling of breaking bone. Nothing was more glorious to her then taking chances and then making them her own.
"Throwing it all away, rejoining with those sick ----s who just want to brandish you like a blade? Is that what my daughter wants?" Was hard to figure out what the hell she wanted that usually wasn't apart of who she was. It was about what employers and the clan wanted, then it was more what dad wanted. Perhaps more concerning though was when she tried to look she knew she kind of did. Much as she wanted to be a good daughter her belief was in combat and killing. "I told you, once you dipped one finger back in this pond. Any finger. They'd reach out for you and drag you right back." She was about to give that same look she did back at school that one time, where even though she might hang her head a bit in shame there was a fire in the eyes, the subtlest smirk because this was who she was. She couldn't smile though, this did hurt and the following words stopped her from even trying. "And don't give me that look, don't give me the 'this is what I am' attitude, I've been by your side since you were five! I've seen your eyes sparkle over ice cream" problem was they did that as well often when confronted with a challenge when given a fight. Joy was joy and her delight could come from a good fight as much as any treat. "And I've seen you cry over boys. We both know that's not who you are" or was it crying over boys wasn't who she was that trying to be good wasn't her? "That's just you accepting others definition of what you are." Smoke entered his lungs a cigarette to try and help, however, today it didn't even help easing his thoughtful head. Simply left its trail of smoke before leaving, blown away by the breeze of an open window. "Haruka, I thought I had raised you better. It seems like no matter how much I try, though, my past mistakes come back to punish me, show me how I failed you. I didn't think I'd raise a monster." That last part felt like something she should spend a chance on to recover from. That wasn't how it worked though.
"I'm sorry daddy. You didn't fail though, it was never your fault I became this." She left for her room to shower, to bite back the scream in the comfort of silence.
Lonesome Lotus
Eighteen now it's the current age of heroes and the like. There's a lot of grandiose activities and established names. People who drop divine cities over Nebraska. Wizards who war on France. People who claim to be about Justice and bring it about by vast destruction. Haruka is however in the weird middle ground of all these activities. Now fully back into the circles of criminal activity she could end up on any side. An affordable and reliable killer.
The Lonesome Lotus as some call her a lonely flower. She's very much the instinctive assassin her clan makes. Still finds herself battling who her dad wants her to be however who she perhaps ought to be. Though becoming such sounds impossible to her do to an engrained and rough upbringing. Another mission, another chance likely for her to take. She's moved out of her dad's place recently tried to hold a stable job and life but they know where her funds truly come from. Night sets in and before she dares to jump into a predicament she makes a call. Always daddy's girl it couldn't be helped and no amount of saying it she felt could make up for her return to her roots."I don't say it enough, and I know it doesn't fix things. But I love you."
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