Growing up on Sato Island

[Akura]

Kanagawa Village, Sato Island, Planet New Tokyo
November 23rd - 806A.S.

Takara sat outside comfortably, letting the gentle afternoon breeze brush through his hair. He liked this spot, above the back door to their house, with a great view of the valley below. Sashi didn't like him on the roof, but he still clambered out of his window every once in a while to think.

Kimura was back for Christmas, which was nice considering he was usually away serving the Imperial Navy whenever the holidays came about. Takara finished off his notes, throwing his notebook back through his window causally.

He heard a car pull up on the drive, expensive sort, had a rather powerful engine. The driver soon rang the doorbell, a few unidentified people could be heard laughing.
Takara stood up and clambered onto the window-box, allowing him a nice view of the front of the house. There was an expensive sports car outside, an attractive young lady sat in the passenger seat. The driver's seat was empty, Takara assumed he had knocked at the door below him.

There was a large, military vehicle behind it, with a bunch of bonehead thugs awaiting the command of their employer. Takara linked the driver with the thugs, this visitor had most likely not come for a nice chat.

Soon enough, Kimura appeared, the driver had his arm around him and was leading him out onto the lawn, cigar in hand. It was Walcott, the greasy scumbag who flew here from Liberty and scammed his way into ownership of this portion of the island.
The two were chatting quietly, discussing something important. Kimura looked troubled, he did not like whatever was going on.

"No, no I'm sorry" Kimura elevated his voice, stepping back,

Walcott growled something at Kimura, rather threateningly. Kimura backed off a little, spotting the group of thugs,

"Alright, I'll see what I can do..." he sighed,

Walcott smiled and flicked his cigar into one of Sashi's lovely rose bushes, hopping into his sports car. He waved at the unamused Kimura as he backed up his car, taking off down the road, his thugs following him.