How wonderful it is, living in Neo Tokyo. I wish that could be my life. But sadly my residence is in a crampt apartment in the heart of the Old City, Old Tokyo. I was working late at the the resturant of Chentilly's. Sort of, I liked working there, or rather being there. I got to see the better side of life in that part Old Tokyo. Though we only had a handful of customers every day, thanks to the revolution that was being taken into sorts. College students have been making riots about a revolution, that Tokyo was going to change soon, police everyday had a number of people die everyday in response. Not to mention all of the motorcycle gangs that make scenes as a daily routine. After Wolrd War III, things went spiraling downwards. Nearly everyone died when a large explosion took place, but we all knew that it wasn't caused by a bomb. Something different attacked us, something human, unexplainable. I wasn't in Tokyo at first when this happened, I wasn't even alive then. It happened in the year 1988, I was born in 2001. During the terrorist attacks put on the United States. I'm only eighteen, but of course I was working by age thirteen by how poor my family was, and how high our rent is. It's only me and my mother, but we've been through the worst of times, and we survived luckily.

Because of my choice to work late, after 5 p.m., I chose when I got off. I'm lucky to have a boss that agrees with me on most things. I was sitting in a chair near the main door to the resturant and I looked at the clock. It was three more minutes until ten o'clock. All of this for the money. The television was set to a news channel, and of course, they were talking about the riots about the college. Then they were talking about something important escaping from a laboratory. Were they talking about a small boy? Who watched the news anymore? This city was going to rot either way. I stood up and stretched out my arms. "Mizo! I'm going home now, 'kay?" I shouted out to my boss who was in the back room. "Alright Minora. Have a nice night." He responded from the room, and I dragged the sleeves of my jacket over my arms.

I opened the door and stepped out, looking around, looking to my right to see all of the buildings in the distance. They were monsterous, towering into the night sky, making that a near purple. Pollution and lights killed the stars. Another thing I didn't like about cities, no stars. I sighed, and put the black hood of the jacket over my head, covering my shoulder-length hair from other's eyes. Then I turned my head and looked around, hearing the dull buzzing of an engine. Then, as fast as I heard the noise, three motorcycles whizzed past me, except for one that fell quickly on it's side and the person landed on the pavement a few feet away from the teal bike. His buddy, I guessed, called him an idiot as he went after the rival gang member. I knew who the rival was. The Clowns. They were the only gang that ate food at Chentilly's. Being their waitress for a number of years, of course I would know what they would look like. And their uniformed jackets were all too familiar. I looked to the young boy. I couldn't tell what gang he was a part of, and I wasn't sure wether to help him.

He winced and stoof up, his knees shaking vigorously. He picked up the bike by the handles, having a hard time because of the obvious weight. He noticed me and glared, and then he started pushing the bike forewards infront of him. "Fuck..." He murmured before jumping on and starting the engine, taking off in an instant. "Fine, don't ask for help." I said to myself, watching him leave. There was nothing good about Tokyo. Not it's people, buildings, drugs. Plus the manners of most were horrid. I sighed again, then started walking down the sidewalk, thinking about all the chaos that was going on. Though most of our problems were inside the city, not in the surrounding countries around us. I think we're safe from any bombs being dropped on us.


When I got home, I opened the door and walked inside, putting my bag on the small table infront of the television. My mother was talking on the phone to one of her few friends. She was never the social type to actually go up to someone in public and talk. And she worked very few hours, and she suggested I should work because I was more young and attractive. Like every mother, she wanted me to get married and have two sons, maybe a daughter. If I was ready for childrenm I would want two daughters, but because Japan is so tricky about their "population rules", they would kill the second daughter while she was still in the whomb. Of course, I couldn't take that, so for now until I'm an older age, I'd ignore about what mom tells me to do. Also, because of the state we're in, we can't even afford to pay to take care of a dog.

I walked into the kitchen and looked at a cup of ramen sitting on the counter with a small rag covering it. Beef flavored I could see. I wasn't a big fan of beef. I just left it there. I rarely had hunger, so rarely did I eat. My body is strange, I agree. I opened the refridgerator and took out a bottle of water, untwisting the lid of the bottle without a problem and drank deep gulps. The cool liquid refreshed my throat. Just what I needed after waitressing all day and night. I went out of the kitchen and sat down on my bed, the couch, in the living room, and I started changing out of my resturant uniform into my home clothes. My mom turned away, looking over at the wall, still talking, respecting my privacy even though I didn't have a room to myself. I was glad I shared a home with someone that I could get along with easily. Espeacially one that I could get along with.

I put on a long white, stained t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I laid down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, thinking once more. Many men say that a women should never think. That it wasn't healthy for them. Whatever. Japanese women were strickly discriminated, but again, whatever. Just because we didn't have our rights doesn't mean we have to hide ourselves forever. How much I wished for Japan to be halfway more respective and honorable. I reached for the remote on the couch armrest, and I pressed the red button, switching on the television. Hello Kitty was playing, how adorable. But sadly I wasn't entertained like a child, and I started flipping through the channels boredly, ending another day of my life, avoiding the chaos within the city without any trouble.