P A S T

"Open up!" A voice yells as I peeled my eyes open.

I blinked a few times and I realized I was sitting in my bedroom.

"Open up, now!" I was in no condition to open the door, but the voice terrorizes me, I sat up and put my head between my knees, clamping my hands on my ears to block the sound out.

I shifted slightly and saw the gun at my nightstand, I still have my doubts of using it, but times like this needs desperate measures.

I wrapped my small fingers on the cold metal. Just then, the hinges on door broke, and a man with messy black hair and bloodshot eyes rushed inside the room.

"Your father killed my daughter, you dirty bitch deserves to die like my daughter did!" He screams and a slight gasp escaped my lips, I had know my father for eleven years, I never knew he killed someone.

He kept on screaming and a tall figure emerged from the door, a loud bang and the man let out a loud shriek and tumbled onto the floor. I squeezed my eyes closed from the horrid scene in front of me.

"Krystal, baby, did he hurt you?" I recognized the raspy voice immediately, it was my father.

My father, my very own father killed the man.

He held me in a embrace, but I found no sense of security in the embrace.

P R E S E N T

I was organizing my luggage in my apartment, I had decided to run and hide from my father.

I wanted a nice, peaceful life, but my father was different. He was a total monster, his heart was filled greed and money. He killed tons of lives in a blink of an eye, he even killed my mother because he thought she was cheating on him.

My mother was loyal to him, but my father cheated on her on countless woman, I found no reason for him to kill my mother.

I felt nothing but disgusts to him, when I was turned eighteen a few years ago, he daringly said to me I will take his place in the mafia one day.

He did not abused me, since I was the heir to the mafia. He abused my mother and I couldn't even restrain him.

I never took noticed of my mom when she came to my bloody and tired, and she always had a way to hide it or came out with excuses. Back then, I didn't know why my father taught me self defense.

I couldn't even judge when he told me to identify the packets, I always thought it was some kind of sugar, and know I finally knew it was drugs.

I was home schooled and kept hidden from the reality, always in my room. A few days ago, I finally found my escape and caught a late night train to Japan.

I knew by know my father will noticed I'm missing and will screaming at the guards. I feel a bit of guilty of the guards who had trouble paying their bills or have too much children to feed who came crawling to my father, who also made them his slaves to repay him.

 My mind wandered elsewhere and I still need to find a job, I wipe away the sweat from my forehead and breathe though my nose.

I changed on my outfit and head to town to eat something, I was starving.

**

R I K I 

"Hey, Beardy! Give me a bowl of pork noodles." Takuto yelled.

"Coming right up!" Boss yells back, Le Renard Noir was usually packed with people, but business was fairly slow today.

Suddenly, the door opened, a girl stepped into the bar. She was pretty average looking but she has pretty big eyes and a perfect straight nose and fairly skinny. 

She has some kind of cold aura around her.

She sat down and ordered pork noodles and a glass of whiskey.

Boss has already went to the kitchen to cook, and nobody knew how to make a whiskey.

"Like this?" Kenshi says pouring a bottle of orange thing into the glass.

"What is this?" I whispered as I examined the bottle."Geez, it's orange juice!" I say slapping Kenshi at the back of the head.

"I didn't know!" Kenshi protested.

"Takuto, do you know?" I ask, Hiro was working on his art and will arrive later that usual.

"How the heck should I know?" Takuto grumbled and continue to eat.

"Boss!" I yelled stepping into the kitchen. Boss turned around and started,"I don't know how to do this whiskey."

"Well, I don't really know either, we still need a bartender right?" Boss sighed.

I have to admit this was the only time I admitted I agreed with Boss.

K R Y S T A L

I was currently sitting in the bar fiddling my fingers, the interior of the bar was pretty nice that's why I chose it.

Suddenly an orange haired guy waltzed into the bar and slapped the blonde hair guy's back.

The blonde hair guy started coughing furiously and the black haired guy emerged from the kitchen and start patting the blonde hair guy's back.

'Hah, you choke every time, Takuto!" The orange haired guy giggled.

"Shut up," Takuto muttered.

The boss placed the pork noodle in front of me and said,"I'm sorry, but the bartender has called in sick today, so would you like another drink?"

"Erm, could I have a glass of orange juice?" I said unsure and the boss nodded.

"Hey, do you have a job?" The orange haired guy piped up.

"Hiro, stop pestering her." The black haired guy said.

"That's none of your business." I snapped.

"I bet my buttons you're not from here too, you're Japanese isn't that good." Hiro says.

"Yeah, I'm not from here, so what?" I was starting to lose my patience.

"Do you know how to mix drinks?" Hiro says excitedly. Actually I do, my father taught me that when I had to go undercover, which I never did.

"Yeah, I do." 

"Great, do you want to be our bartender?" The boss says out of the blue.

"Okay."

I'm really really sorry how crappy this chapter is and I didn't really portray how Krystal is, she's suppose to be cold but I made her rude instead, my mind is currently on fuzzy mode so spare me >.< Fuzzy mode a.k.a. writer's block >.< 

-Jocelyn