*In an alley somewhere downtown, a young male was being held by a thug with a buzz cut. The young male is covered in cuts, a black eye and slightly bleeding from the forehead while breathing heavily. A thug with dark sunglasses, short blond and black hair with a scar on his left eye was digging through the boy’s wallet and pulled out 4000 yen (40 bucks)*
Sunglasses Imperial: Aha nice! *Smacking the wad of money on the young boy’s face* Looks like mommy and daddy gave their big boy a healthy allowance today. Just enough to let his new friends go to the arcade, ain’t that right boys? *All the thugs cheer and laugh at their new found spending money* Give your mom a kiss for me squirt, better yet, I’ll give her more than a kiss instead, hahahaha!
Beaten Young Male: Fu…
Sunglasses Imperial: Aww big man got a couple of words to say. *Turns his head to hear him* go on, speak for daddy?
Beaten Young Male: *s his head back and spits a huge glob of blood into the thug’s ear* Fvck you!
Buzz Cut Imperial: Hey you little shit! Don-
*Before Buzz cut could finish, Sunglasses grabbed the young boy by his collar in a fit of rage and gave him a vicious head butt placed right between the victim’s eyes which instantly neutralized the young boy. However, Sunglasses was far from finished with the boy as he threw him onto the ground and kicked him across the face with a powerful right foot. Sunglasses then stomped on the young boy’s chest and ribs for a few more moments*
Sunglasses: *Sunglasses finally stops when he gets tired of stomping the boy on the ground. He was panting with a crazed expression until he calms down and fixes his hair* Hehe, that was cute. What a nice way to stand up to the big bad man. *Squats to the young man’s level and uses the boy’s shirt to wipe the blood off his ear* But let me tell you something. *Rapidly grabs the young boy’s hair to lift his beaten face to his level* If you ever defy me or the Imperials again, a battered body will be the least of your worries shit stain. *Spits in his face and slams his head into the concrete and walks away*
Beaten Young Male: I…
Sunglasses: Huh?
Beaten Young Male: *Gives a look of determination* I will never… fear you jerks.
Sunglasses: Tch. *Smiles* We’ll see about that. *Shrugs* Maybe later champ, we got places to go, money to spend, hehehe.
*The group of Imperials left the battered young man who was slowly losing conscious. While his vision had blurred and faded, the last thing he saw was a very large hand before he fully passed out*
Young Male: *He was slowly gaining conscious and was moving. Only his legs were not the ones moving * Wah!?
Large Figure: Calm down, I’m just carrying you on my back. *From behind he had a shaved head and a muscular neck and back*
Young Male: Oh, thank you. M-Moe was it?
Moe: Mhm. This is the third time they've stolen from you Yoshi. How much did they take from you this time?
Yoshi: My little brother’s birthday. I was going to buy some action figure after school but now…
Moe: I’ll repay you of course.
Yoshi: Again?
Moe: Of course. He didn’t have to treat you like that Yoshi. After I told that prick not to steal from younger kids he goes and hurts you. He went to damn far this time.
Yoshi: Yeah… Are you taking me back home? My mom shouldn't be home so I should be able to clean up and still make it back for first period.
Moe: Not this time buddy. You may have a concussion and a broken rib or two. You need medical attention.
Yoshi: … thank you. I’ll never understand why you’re so kind Moe.
Moe: Some people go out of their way to help the weak.
Yoshi: Sure but a guy like you shouldn't be with those assholes Moe.
Moe: You have to understand Yoshi, guys like that prick are in this organization for the power and perks. For guys like me, I joined this gang to survive.
Yoshi: Yeah but, ah! *Grips his side*
Moe: Sorry, am I going to fast?
Yoshi: No I just breathed too quickly.
Moe: Mhm. We’re almost at the hospital rest until there.
Yoshi: O-Okay.
*Shortly after Moe and Yoshi’s conversation, the duo arrived at the hospital. Yoshi was treated immediately while Moe wanted outside. Eventually the doctor (middle age, toupee, a stiff, yadda, yadda) emerges with a clipboard in hand*