this city is mine;; Kazuma

[Carina Fi DeLuca]

Carina had strict orders to never leave downtown San Diego and go near the pier without her father. And everyone else had strict orders to never let her go anywhere by herself, period. However, Carina was getting more sneaky by the minute, and that's how the girl ended up in San Diego Bay. Wearing her cut off shorts, red halter, and designer leather bag and jacket, she walked down the pier as if she owned the place. Hell, she could own this place if she wanted to. One phone call to her father and the entire town would be in the palm of her hand. But that's not how the Italians did things. They flashed the money they had, of course, but they didn't use it to manipulate people. Not innocent people anyway. And even if she could have everything she wanted, it's not like her father would just let her have it. But for a moment, standing on this pier, Carina could just pretend like she owned it. She could pretend the entire world was hers.

It didn't take long for the Blackberry in her pocket to start ringing with endless text messages from her best friend, questioning her whereabouts. Carina simply replied with a short message that said she was fine, even throwing in their little code word, letting Bee know it was actually her. After that, she turned it on vibrate, and ignored any motions coming from the device. This day was supposed to be about her, and that's exactly how she intended to spend it. After eating two boxes of popcorn and a stick of cotton candy, the tiny girl was starting to feel very full, but she had enough room left for a soft drink. After purchasing the coke, she walked around slowly, people observing. It must have been very nice for them to be able to venture from their houses whenever they please, never worrying about someone trying to kill them, and never having to be surrounded by people at all times.

For Carina, simply having the last name Deluca put a bounty on her head. So this day was about observing other people, and for once, pretending she didn't have a last name, nothing was going to stand in her way. Except a tiny crack on the boardwalk. Her foot stumbled over it, and she caught her balance as she was falling, but the coke in her hand went flying, splattering all over the boardwalk and someone's shoes. Carina's eyes grew wide, and she imediately dropped to the ground, grabbing the plastic cup and stammering her way through an apology. Her thin fingers reached for all the ice, quickly trying to put them back in the glass. "I am so sorry!" Carina was even slightly mad at herself for spilling the sticky substance on her leather boots, so she knew this person had to be angry too, because his shoes sure did look expensive. She looked up shyly at him and shook her head, "Again, I'm so sorry!"

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[Wakagashira Kazuma]

America was very different from Japan. The people were ruder, the characters of writing were very, very different and the language was difficult. Too many words for one word. It was annoying and it took time to finally be able to speak proper English without his accent too thick or dropping words. Kazuma was here long enough to learn better English. Just why he was here in the first place was still rather confusing. He doesn’t dare question the reasons of his boss. He didn’t have to have any reasons at all to do what he wanted, but he was sure that he had some reason…he just wasn’t telling him at the moment. It probably wasn’t the right time. He was sure that when the time was right, he would be the first to know what was going to happen. That’s just how things worked. He didn’t even know how long they would stay here in San Diego or America for that matter. Right now wasn’t the time to thinking about it. It was a rare day when he had any time to himself and with the approval of his boss, he was given this day off to enjoy and relax. Although no one is ever able to relax without some guard up. There was always the chance that someone would try to attack or kill you, but Kazuma would allow himself to relax for the most part…just not lower his guard down.

It appeared to be the best place to relax. Who doesn’t enjoy the bay area? It was relaxing to stay at the water and smell the fresh sea air. He made his way down the pier, staring out at the water and trying to figure out what to do on his official day off. That didn’t mean that at any moment his boss wouldn’t call him back and he knew it. For the time being Kazuma has to have something to do. Something that will keep his mind off his job and allow him to relax, but he didn’t know just what that something was. Shopping was always interesting and fun, but there was nothing that he was in the mood to buy. He could always buy more business suits but he already has a closet full of them. There was really nothing that he wanted to do on his day off. This was a problem. He’s use to working so much that he has no clue just how to “have fun” anymore.

He was so distracted by staring out of that sea that he didn’t notice someone had dropped their cup…right onto his shoes until it was too late. Instantly Kazuma stepped back and whipped out a handkerchief from his pocket and began to scrub his shoes clean. “These are Italian leather! If you would watch where you’re going we won’t be having this conversation.” He continued to scrub his shoes, even though it appeared he already cleaned the spill.

[Carina Fi DeLuca]

At the man's snarky remark, Carina stood from the ground and turned her shocked and sorry look into a death glare. "Look, I told you I was sorry. I can understand how much Italian leathers are. Just put a little fingernail polish remover on it and the stickiness will come right out." She put her hands on her hips and started to walk away. It was people like him that made Carina wonder why she was even nice to anyone anymore. She could have simply walked away at the beginning; she didn't have to tell him how to fix the shoes, and she didn't even have to apologize. That's the way anyone else in her standing would have done. Most people that had even half of the money she did turned up their noses to strangers, and they hardly ever admitted to doing wrong. Now that Carina was thinking about all of these things, it was burning her up inside, and she was building anger in her bones.

Turning on one heel, she strutted back toward the guy and stood right in front of him, inches away. "And you know what? I didn't have to be nice to you! So you can tone down your attitude! You have no idea who you're speaking to like that!" Carina stopped talking and took a breath, actually analyzing the guy. He was definitely oriental, of course. And his accent wasn't very good, nor was his english. He was dressed nice, and it was evident he had some sort of money.

And from the way he was scrubbing his shoes, it was obvious he didn't like his shoes messed up. Or perhaps it was more than that, but Carina didn't have time to think about that. All that was going through her mind was his race. Her father had told her to stay clear of anyone Asian and Mexican. It wasn't that he was racist, of course. It was because they were opposing gangs, and they were very dangerous. But of course, it wasn't all of them that were in the gang, her father was just being overprotective. It was prejuidice, yes, but it was also fact. A nervous look crossed Carina's face as it finally dawned on her that she had just went off on a total stranger.

Stepping back, Carina stared at the man and shook her head. "Just remember to be nice to people who try to be kind at you!" This time, Carina actually did walk away, only she was a bit more nervous this time. Had she just yelled at a potentionally dangerous man? Or was she letting her father's hate and worry get to her? Either way, Carina was definitely nervous now.

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[Wakagashira Kazuma]

Nail polish remover? Kazuma wasn’t sure what she was talking about. He wasn’t sure that he could trust her to give advice like that. The last thing he wanted was for his shoes to smell like…well nail polish remover. He spent a pretty penny for them and didn’t want them ruined in anyway. He has to always look proper when it comes to appearances and he can’t have his shoes smell funny. Was she trying to make a fool out of him when she said this or was she really trying to be helpful? It was difficult to trust anyone when he didn’t know who they were working for. For all he knew she could be a cop. He had to keep his guard up since it was very possible she was. The man across the street could be a cop too. Anyone could be a cop and he has to be very careful about that too.

Kazuma was still rubbing his shoes when she turned back to him and practically yelled at him. There was something about her accent that didn’t sound American and he tried to figure out just where she could be from. She didn’t have darker skin so that ruled out a lot of different races. As she yelled at him, he finally put the pieces together. It was an Italian accent that she had. Word on the street was that the Italian mafia suddenly moved here. It was possible that she belonged to the mafia and it was very possible that she was part of the mafia. That would mean his boss would want to keep a close eye on here and that means that he has to keep a close eye on her because his boss isn’t here.

He quickly stood to his feet and tucked the handkerchief back into his pocket before running after her. He couldn’t let her leave like this. He ran in front of her and gave her a bow. It was embarrassing to be bowing like this, but it was very quick and simple. He then stared into her eyes and smiled. ”I’m very, very sorry. I just bought there shoes and I…I didn’t mean to be so rude. Please, let me buy you a drink to show you how sorry I am.”

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