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Smoking was a bad habit and Naru knew, she should not have started it all along. What would her fath...what would KAYIN say, if he knew? But Kayin was not there to scold her, had not been around for nearly ten years. Too bad, that an absent father figure was no excuse for illegal behavior these days. It would have worked in the 90's...probably...but smoking was fine with the law then too.

She sighed. After a double shift in the club, high speed gogo dancing to retro industrial music, a cigarette was all she wanted. She could not wait for home too. And while she never believed in the whole "Friday bad luck" concept, she pondered about rethinking it all when her tormented ears picked up a "Hold it, girl."

Oh...sh... Could it be true? A cop, here, in the lower parts of Tokyo II where most people believed policemen (and women) to be the material for urban legends? Naru shivered, but it was too late to hide the stupid cigarette now.
She tried to smile. But...wow...what a strange cop this woman was. Clothes like a mixture of X-men and Porn-star, pretending that she had nothing at all to do with the rich upper parts of the city. Yet, her hair, dyed in the latest "starshine blue" fashion, betrayed her. "You know that smoking is illegal!" no question. "I have to check your ID." Her voice was strict, a faint accent lacing each word. Naru smiled uneasy but rummaged through her bag.

The little plastic card felt unnaturally cold in her hands. "So, Miss...Michelle..." the cop gave her a strict look. "Honestly, if you use a fake ID, make at least sure to have a Japanese on the pic." Oh, well, obviously this woman had no idea how HARD it was to find one. "And age 21? 21 my ass!" she complaint further. "Tell me, how old are you really?" Naru kept her mouth shut. 16 would probably not be the answer that might lead to a way out of this situation. "Fine," the cop sighted after a long moment of silence "I will just check your data then." And to Narus sheer horror, her small hand was pressed against the touchscreen of an I-Phone24 immediately.

The Wlan here was slow, but it would only give her seconds, before her true identity would betray her and her escape from the housing institute. Her mind went blank until, until the cop whirled around. "Have you heard that?" but Naru heard only one thing: the call of freedom. She shoved the other woman away and broke free, the really nasty pain from her gogo boots long forgotten as she ran. Strange enough, the cop did not follow.
Naru never saw the dark eyes from above, that followed her every movement.

first part of Blood Society.
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second part can be seen/readt:

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Description
Smoking was a bad habit and Naru knew, she should not have started it all along. What would her fath...what would KAYIN say, if he knew? But Kayin was not there to scold her, had not been around for nearly ten years. Too bad, that an absent father figure was no excuse for illegal behavior these days. It would have worked in the 90's...probably...but smoking was fine with the law then too.

She sighed. After a double shift in the club, high speed gogo dancing to retro industrial music, a cigarette was all she wanted. She could not wait for home too. And while she never believed in the whole "Friday bad luck" concept, she pondered about rethinking it all when her tormented ears picked up a "Hold it, girl."

Oh...sh... Could it be true? A cop, here, in the lower parts of Tokyo II where most people believed policemen (and women) to be the material for urban legends? Naru shivered, but it was too late to hide the stupid cigarette now.
She tried to smile. But...wow...what a strange cop this woman was. Clothes like a mixture of X-men and Porn-star, pretending that she had nothing at all to do with the rich upper parts of the city. Yet, her hair, dyed in the latest "starshine blue" fashion, betrayed her. "You know that smoking is illegal!" no question. "I have to check your ID." Her voice was strict, a faint accent lacing each word. Naru smiled uneasy but rummaged through her bag.

The little plastic card felt unnaturally cold in her hands. "So, Miss...Michelle..." the cop gave her a strict look. "Honestly, if you use a fake ID, make at least sure to have a Japanese on the pic." Oh, well, obviously this woman had no idea how HARD it was to find one. "And age 21? 21 my ass!" she complaint further. "Tell me, how old are you really?" Naru kept her mouth shut. 16 would probably not be the answer that might lead to a way out of this situation. "Fine," the cop sighted after a long moment of silence "I will just check your data then." And to Narus sheer horror, her small hand was pressed against the touchscreen of an I-Phone24 immediately.

The Wlan here was slow, but it would only give her seconds, before her true identity would betray her and her escape from the housing institute. Her mind went blank until, until the cop whirled around. "Have you heard that?" but Naru heard only one thing: the call of freedom. She shoved the other woman away and broke free, the really nasty pain from her gogo boots long forgotten as she ran. Strange enough, the cop did not follow.
Naru never saw the dark eyes from above, that followed her every movement.

first part of Blood Society.
_______________________________________
second part can be seen/readt:

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