Tobirama:

I sat in the dark room, swirling my whisky around the tumbler.

I looked up at the man in front of me.

Do you have the money for me?

I smirked. Daring boy to ask such a question.

I don't. I looked at him darkly. You haven't done what we agreed you would be payed for.

You promised me-

That I would pay you for clean marijuana. This is contaminated.

But-

BUT! I interrupted him. I'll pay you one quarter for this batch. Then...

I looked over at the man on my right hand side, and he lifted his gun to the man.

When you've given us the CLEAN batch, I'll pay you the rest. Now, fuck off.

On trembling legs, he backed out. I pulled my fingers through my hair, sighed.

Pathetic. 

Izuna:

I kind of hated the uniform.

I kind of hated the uniform, because it felt like a costume.

I was in the men's bathroom, holding my hair tie with my mouth while collecting my long, pitch-black hair with my hands to tie it. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was quite critical. I didn't really think much about my appearance, actually quite liking my feminine face and long, black hair cut in infinite layers, my red lips. But I was small... The door opened, and two young men, one of them with shoulder-length blonde hair in a bun and the other one with orange hair and freckles, came in. They were both clad in the same uniform as me, but as opposed to me, they filled theirs out with their broad chests and wide arms.

"The ladies' bathroom is further down the corridor", the blonde said, and they both laughed.

"Eat my dick", I said without delay.

This shut them up immediately. Years of studying law before applying to the police academy had taught me that the only way forwards for someone like me was to bite back, and to bite back hard. I was petite and feminine-looking, making me an easy target unless I could defend myself with a snappy mouth. Which was exactly what I had taught myself to do.

I wasn't having it. I wasn't having any of it.

I went out to the meeting room where me and ten others just like me where meeting, meaning those who'd just graduated from the police academy and had gathered a place with the local police force where eleven spots were open.

And no wonder...

Our city was ginormous, with ten million inhabitants, and an extremely powerful underground mafia that controlled way too much. There had been capturing of police officers, torture of them, killings of them. The ones who hadn't been threatened out of their job had been scared out of it. The police force was desperate for new employers, and good ones at that. Which was why I, after five years of studying law, decided to train to become a police officer, seeing I believed I had a knack for it.

I entered the room, and saw the two men who'd laughed at me in the bathroom look at me and smirk. I didn't pay them any more notice.

What I did pay notice to, though, was the man in the front, who was about to hold the meeting.

I had expected someone senior, but the man was young, probably no more than five years older than me, and I was twenty-five. He was tall and willowy, with light blonde hair and a kind face. He wore a long, grey, open cardigan over his light blue police shirt and navy blue trousers, making him look weirdly aesthetic with the gun holster poking out.

But what struck me the most was the scar on his face.

The entire lower half of the right side of his face was covered in a burn scar. The skin was red, flakey, the right part of his lips non-existent.

He smiled a crooked smile when I came in. "You must be Izuna", he said warmly.

"How did you know?" I said, suspicious.

He laughed warmly at this and held up a sheet of paper. "Calm down. Your photo."

Oh... Right, they'd taken those upon entry.

"Please, take a seat."

I obeyed.

"So..." the man with the scar begun when everyone had entered. It was a group of ten men and one women, all of whom were much larger and wider than me. My 173 cm mad me very self-aware, and caused the others to cast questioning glances my way. "We will not hide the fact that we've been desperate for new staff. None of you will have evaded the reason why so many before you have quit. It's all over the news, the newspapers, social media..."

The man with the scar, who hadn't yet introduced himself, had his arms crossed. Despite his slight body frame, he radiated competence. Whereas people found it easy to mock me until I spoke to defend myself, I took a good guess that nobody dared speak a word against this man to begin with.

He looked up, his icy blue eyes suddenly piercing mine.

"You will all be required to work in the team dealing with the mafia. And you are all in danger. We have selected you because you were all the best, at the academy, at the interviewew with us and the physical tests we made." At this last part, a few more of the eleven cast questioning glances at me. Hehh... "They have no mercy. They will kill you if they can. They caused me this..." He gestured with his hand in a circular motion around the lower right part of his face. "They threatened to kill my family if I didn't leave the police force. Seeing as I have none..." At this, I could swear his eyes flickered towards me for a fraction of a second. "I'm still here."

"Who..." One of the men who'd mocked me in the bathroom raised his voice. "Who is in charge of this mafia? Do they have a leader we can target?"

"Good question", the blonde said. "We know they have a leader. But we have no information on them whatsoever. No name, no gender, no nationality, no age. Nothing. Our top priority is finding the leader. and quickly at that. They've..." He looked away. "They've currently gotten hold of cannabis blended with an unknown mixture that are causing deaths among users all over the city. It's the worst batch yet. We need to stop them. We need to stop them now."

As the meeting ended and I was heading out the door, I felt a presence loom behind me. "Watch out, the mafia might use you as their little pet..."

And I felt someone grab my ponytail.

My reaction was immediate. I turned round, lifted my hands and grabbed the ginormous arm of the person who'd dared to touch me, then turned so I was behind them, put my knee in the backside of their knees and pushed so they fell with their face into the wall with an "Ouff!" It all went quicker than you could say "little fucker".

It was the blonde man with a hairbun I'd seen in the men's room. I wasn't surprised.

"Test me one more time..." I hissed.

The room was dead silent. Everyone had a stupid expression of shock on their faces. Bet they didn't see that coming.

"Oy!" It was the man with the scar. Shit, I might get fired for this. "Keep your claws off Izuna." What? "He was top this year out of all police academy students in the entire country. Also, he outdid all of you in the physical tests by lightyears. Don't mess with what you don't have enough information on."

I reluctantly released the young, heavy man from my grip, and he fell down to his knees.

"Little fucker", I murmured.

When all had left, I stayed behind, eying the scarred man up and down. He looked at me, a calm and amused expression on his face.

"My name is Emil."

"I fucking hate this costume", I said, tugging at the blue shirt.

"Get changed then." I was taken aback. "You won't need it for a while. Come to my office, and I'll give you some details."