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nakajima yuto
the devil-may-care soldier
❝ People like him don't get where they are by playing fair. People like him weave themselves through people like us. If you know what's good for you, you won't get in his path.❞
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In every finite facet of his life, Yuto glaciates. Unlike the smoldering Leo bent by the sun's undaunted reign, he is more likened to ice. His personality is best depicted as compelling, a tour de force embedded in roseate lips curled around chipped Cuban cigars and a sweep of lashes over an utterly unreadable gaze. He doesn't feign the gall of a socialite, doesn't dip into airs he's not suited for. He keeps in his lane until something of interest snatches his attention. And when that happens, he's without qualm of the collisions he's divulge in if it gets him what he wants. Like his sign, Yuto brims sincerity to a fault--- it acclaims to be both his fortitude and his foible. Blunt as he is and irreparably unfazed in his livelihood. He's the type to comment your cologne while holding a gun to your temple. The type to abandon the bedroom immediately after for a cigarette out on the patio. As his constellation, he's purely leonine--- regal with a personal agenda set on neglecting others' feelings. Or at least, he likens himself to think so... He's painfully attuned to those around him. He has to be, as a frontline "reactor". Meticulously poised, he foresees the storms when they're still sought to brew behind steeled gazes. But Yuto picks and chooses his battles--- and 9 times out of 10, anything regarding emotion isn't within his repertoire.
10
August
Leo
The ❝ Ronin ❞
☰
24 years old
☰
bodyguard
☰
single
☰
Sapioual
☰
" crossfire "
►
my beloved
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Chapter I:
Osaka, Japan was never the quaint sort of hearth for a proper, cozy upbringing. Its streets housed secrets nestled in the crevices between pavement slabs, chilled by disdain and solidified by time. Among the low-wrought establishments huddled modestly amongst the crowded slick, one Nakajima Yuto existed in the thick of those secrets.
His "family" consisted of a deadbeat uncle, a rapidly-deteriorating grandmother, his younger sister Akina, and--- when he gave enough of a damn to stick around--- a tabby cat they called "Honey". Quiet. Nothing glitzy or to be desired. The sort of family one would dabble with assumptions if only to fill in the blanks. It was easy to overlook the children each time they missed a day of class--- even easier to disregard the patchwork of bruises they'd return wth. It was so simple to pin derogatory explanations to their unorthodox actions: "She's just a . And her brother's hooked on meth." It was old hat, and for years it remained this way.
For at least a decade and a half of their lives, they successfully concealed the abuse. Yuto's only cause would be for survival --- scrape up the funds to see another day and dodge the beatings from his uncle if that just didn't happen. He blamed the kids, after all, for his sister shouldering them over into his care when he still had his own ailing mother to consider. A woman of frail stature and even more so mentality at the hand of Alzheimer's--- who began to stop recognizing altogether the "poor babies " her son kicked within an inch of their lives.
And for a time, that's all it was. Ebb and flow. A subtle give and take ensnared in tears fossilized into iron resolve. For all, that's all Yuto had.
Chapter II:
Akina was the first to wrench free.
You see, his sister had always held fast to her childhood aspirations. She was besotted with the thought of pristine, alabaster skin sheathed in aureate stage light. Her eyes were those that ascended to the stars in hopes of someday staking a claim amongst a notoriety all her own. She dreamt of being an idol, wherein she could be crowned with attention for more honorable reasons. And even with their situation, it never seemed too farfetched a fantasy.
She left for Korea at the age of 13, where Asian entertainment reigned the deepest and she could bask in a life away from her familiar despair. A trainee for all of 5 years, she never ceased to spam her elder brother with the news of her upcoming debut. Her group, Marvel, caught the eye of the media within an instant and the papers were strewn with the ardor twined within the girls' faces. Yuto made a point to keep writing, emailing, texting--- anything to maintain his claim on the last piece of his sister's love as he knew he now had a mass of enamored fans to share it with. Surprise visits to her fanmeets weren't uncommon, and it wasn't long before the staff jokingly adorned him as "the dream big brother"--- unknowingly placing the care of the other girls into his hands.
But only so many could be thrilled.
The rumors came insidiously... Like a plague, they swept the media beneath anyone's better judgement.
"She's a ."
"A street rat."
"Her background's so filthy."
The whispers, alone, could do no harm. Words served no justice until evidence surfaced to solidfy them... and it did. Pictorial collages of Akina's school, anonymous accounts submitted of the strange girl and her older brother who always kept to themselves. Of neighbors who attested to her "inappropriate" relationship with her uncle or the bruises spotted brandishing her cheeks beneath her foundation. Everything unraveled like clockwork and the acclaim Akina worked so hard to obtain was taking a dark turn all too quickly.
Her company fought for her, defended her with statements every now and again but their words were idle raindrops against the beating wildfire gossip. They hadn't the money to sue those that slandered her so the hatred only festered. Tension arose within her group as threats of the "bad apple of the bunch" began to settle upon their young minds. Akina was isolated, placed on hiatus until the drama settled. Yuto took the opportunity to beg her to return to Japan, claiming that she needed a break to recover properly. And for a second, it seemed he finally got her to concede, as she promised to see him the following week. "We should go to the bakery again, the one that everyone says used to be a fish market. The one where they used to give us leftover croissants every evening before closing." He agreed without hesitation, and he waited... Hoping to comfort her as he'd used to when they were small, when his uncle would become belligerent and he'd shove Akina behind him. He wanted nothing more than to be the big brother he failed to be whilst she was in the throes of her career. But before the week could even enfold itself in his patience, he received a phone call that halted the lapse of his internal clock and bled him colorless.
Akina had killed herself.
Chapter III:
The media were present at her wake.
They caught photos of her group members in tears, blubbering over memories that never happened. Yuto was there to watch in rapt disdain as the very people that drove his sister to her death worked to iron martyrdom out of her. He was older by then, knew better than to believe and be touched by the very people he'd entrusted with Akina's health... Her care, her dream. They'd failed her on all accounts, and thus had failed him. But no one shouldered the blame as heavily as Yuto did.
In the coming years, he grew obsessed with ensuring such could never be repeated. Now fastened into Korea--- unable to reel away from the land his sister's presence still lingered upon--- he opted to make use of his time. With a surplus of loans, he garnered an education in Criminal Justice. His record wasn't polished, given the former "trouble" he'd encountered in his youth (one dotted with street fights and gang activity to keep from beneath his uncle's watch)--- but he had capabilty, education, and most importantly... the desire. It fostered within him a man capable of ascending the ranks of an official law enforcer, but Yuto stepped into the field with only one goal in mind... To be a bodyguard for idols. Police, in his mind, could only do so much. Yuto wanted to be on the frontlines. He wanted to see the faces of those who stained the limelight blood red. He wanted vengeance for his sister and to make certain no one under his charge should ever go through that again.
Yuto wanted, more than anything, to find the Killjoys that drove Akina to the madness he'd lost her to.
Osaka, Japan was never the quaint sort of hearth for a proper, cozy upbringing. Its streets housed secrets nestled in the crevices between pavement slabs, chilled by disdain and solidified by time. Among the low-wrought establishments huddled modestly amongst the crowded slick, one Nakajima Yuto existed in the thick of those secrets.
His "family" consisted of a deadbeat uncle, a rapidly-deteriorating grandmother, his younger sister Akina, and--- when he gave enough of a damn to stick around--- a tabby cat they called "Honey". Quiet. Nothing glitzy or to be desired. The sort of family one would dabble with assumptions if only to fill in the blanks. It was easy to overlook the children each time they missed a day of class--- even easier to disregard the patchwork of bruises they'd return wth. It was so simple to pin derogatory explanations to their unorthodox actions: "She's just a . And her brother's hooked on meth." It was old hat, and for years it remained this way.
For at least a decade and a half of their lives, they successfully concealed the abuse. Yuto's only cause would be for survival --- scrape up the funds to see another day and dodge the beatings from his uncle if that just didn't happen. He blamed the kids, after all, for his sister shouldering them over into his care when he still had his own ailing mother to consider. A woman of frail stature and even more so mentality at the hand of Alzheimer's--- who began to stop recognizing altogether the "poor babies " her son kicked within an inch of their lives.
And for a time, that's all it was. Ebb and flow. A subtle give and take ensnared in tears fossilized into iron resolve. For all, that's all Yuto had.
Chapter II:
Akina was the first to wrench free.
You see, his sister had always held fast to her childhood aspirations. She was besotted with the thought of pristine, alabaster skin sheathed in aureate stage light. Her eyes were those that ascended to the stars in hopes of someday staking a claim amongst a notoriety all her own. She dreamt of being an idol, wherein she could be crowned with attention for more honorable reasons. And even with their situation, it never seemed too farfetched a fantasy.
She left for Korea at the age of 13, where Asian entertainment reigned the deepest and she could bask in a life away from her familiar despair. A trainee for all of 5 years, she never ceased to spam her elder brother with the news of her upcoming debut. Her group, Marvel, caught the eye of the media within an instant and the papers were strewn with the ardor twined within the girls' faces. Yuto made a point to keep writing, emailing, texting--- anything to maintain his claim on the last piece of his sister's love as he knew he now had a mass of enamored fans to share it with. Surprise visits to her fanmeets weren't uncommon, and it wasn't long before the staff jokingly adorned him as "the dream big brother"--- unknowingly placing the care of the other girls into his hands.
But only so many could be thrilled.
The rumors came insidiously... Like a plague, they swept the media beneath anyone's better judgement.
"She's a ."
"A street rat."
"Her background's so filthy."
The whispers, alone, could do no harm. Words served no justice until evidence surfaced to solidfy them... and it did. Pictorial collages of Akina's school, anonymous accounts submitted of the strange girl and her older brother who always kept to themselves. Of neighbors who attested to her "inappropriate" relationship with her uncle or the bruises spotted brandishing her cheeks beneath her foundation. Everything unraveled like clockwork and the acclaim Akina worked so hard to obtain was taking a dark turn all too quickly.
Her company fought for her, defended her with statements every now and again but their words were idle raindrops against the beating wildfire gossip. They hadn't the money to sue those that slandered her so the hatred only festered. Tension arose within her group as threats of the "bad apple of the bunch" began to settle upon their young minds. Akina was isolated, placed on hiatus until the drama settled. Yuto took the opportunity to beg her to return to Japan, claiming that she needed a break to recover properly. And for a second, it seemed he finally got her to concede, as she promised to see him the following week. "We should go to the bakery again, the one that everyone says used to be a fish market. The one where they used to give us leftover croissants every evening before closing." He agreed without hesitation, and he waited... Hoping to comfort her as he'd used to when they were small, when his uncle would become belligerent and he'd shove Akina behind him. He wanted nothing more than to be the big brother he failed to be whilst she was in the throes of her career. But before the week could even enfold itself in his patience, he received a phone call that halted the lapse of his internal clock and bled him colorless.
Akina had killed herself.
Chapter III:
The media were present at her wake.
They caught photos of her group members in tears, blubbering over memories that never happened. Yuto was there to watch in rapt disdain as the very people that drove his sister to her death worked to iron martyrdom out of her. He was older by then, knew better than to believe and be touched by the very people he'd entrusted with Akina's health... Her care, her dream. They'd failed her on all accounts, and thus had failed him. But no one shouldered the blame as heavily as Yuto did.
In the coming years, he grew obsessed with ensuring such could never be repeated. Now fastened into Korea--- unable to reel away from the land his sister's presence still lingered upon--- he opted to make use of his time. With a surplus of loans, he garnered an education in Criminal Justice. His record wasn't polished, given the former "trouble" he'd encountered in his youth (one dotted with street fights and gang activity to keep from beneath his uncle's watch)--- but he had capabilty, education, and most importantly... the desire. It fostered within him a man capable of ascending the ranks of an official law enforcer, but Yuto stepped into the field with only one goal in mind... To be a bodyguard for idols. Police, in his mind, could only do so much. Yuto wanted to be on the frontlines. He wanted to see the faces of those who stained the limelight blood red. He wanted vengeance for his sister and to make certain no one under his charge should ever go through that again.
Yuto wanted, more than anything, to find the Killjoys that drove Akina to the madness he'd lost her to.