A little over a year ago, Tomoko had a dream. That dream was to become a hostess. Needless to say, she did not achieve that dream... Even though she tried her hardest to blot out a certain incident from her memory, it always came to her at the worst of times.

For example, one day she and her "entourage" were all walking home from school, and the memory had hit her once again, and it had put her in a bad mood. She decided to lash out on Yoshida, calling her a delinquent for the nth time. Yoshida did not find this amusing, and as per usual, did a little lashing out of her own, socking Tomoko right smack dab in the face. Of course, not hard enough to bruise or do any permanent damage, but still enough to shut Tomoko up.

As Tomoko rubbed her own cheek, her rage was slowly building from within. "Why does she always hit me like that?! I'm just pointing out the truth! Goddamn, she makes me so fucking mad! If only I could do something about it, if only I could fight back!" She returned home, but her rage never calmed, not this time. She had had enough of this abuse, goddammit! She went upstairs, and straight to her computer. There had to be something she could do... Maybe she could buy a small knife or something? Pull it out next time that delinquent tries something! Of course, she'd probably get arrested for something like that... To try and get some ideas, Tomoko browsed the net, looking for something... Anything!

And then, almost like fate, she found it: A video. It appeared to be of some kind of cage match, between some guy who looked plain as shit, and another who was in a bright yellow gi. The guy in the gi? He looked like an otaku, he even wore his glasses to the ring, but he laid the plain dude OUT. Like, it was a squash match. After watching the video, she looked up the name of the winner: Hideo Sugiyama.

After doing a little bit more research, she found out that this Sugiyama guy got his training from a place called Sodachi Dojo. The place has trained a lot of champions, and it prides itself on being able to take even the weakest of weaklings and turn them into monsters in the ring. On top of that, the place got plenty of cash flow from the students' prize winnings, so the fees are practically non-existent. It was a match made in heaven for Tomoko, and all she needed was the actual location of the place. When she found out about that? Her smile and optimism disappeared into the black abyss.

Kamurocho.

Even if that place wasn't associated with bad memories, there was still the issue of her parents and her brother. There would be no way in Hell that she would be able to convince them to let her go to what was possibly the most dangerous place in Japan. Especially after that explosion quite a few years back. And that whole incident involving her hostess dreams...

Tomoko shook her head. No matter what she had to go through, she would get her sweet vengeance on Yoshida. Her rage made her hostess dreams look like a roach compared to a mighty bear. She would come up with a plan, one that would be better than leaving a note in her bedroom.

The next Sunday, Tomoko set her plan in motion. She told her mother and father of an upcoming test, and that she was going to be spending quite a few nights over at Yuu-chan's house to study. They OK'd the lie, and sent Tomoko on her way, without knowing about her true intentions. With her allowance (and a few extra funds gained from selling some shitty games that she wouldn't miss) in tow, she hopped in a taxi and headed off to Kamurocho.

Three men were all huddled up together, each of them carrying stuff like smokes and booze. One would assume that they were about to party, but in reality they were all terrified. Of what, you may ask? They're all new guys working under a Yakuza boss. Said boss asked for his favorite smokes and favorite booze. The problem is that they're so new, no one briefed them on the boss's favorites.

So, they just grabbed one of every brand the store had. "H-h-he'll just pick out his favorite! There's no need to worry!" One of the guys said, as they walked out of the elevator, and into the penthouse. The boss was sitting on the couch, watching some kind of horror movie. The screams coming from the TV only served to make the errand boys' anxiety worse.

"You got my smokes and booze?"

One of the men spoke up. "Y-y-yes, sir..." He laid out everything they bought on a tray, and placed it in front of the boss. They didn't dare look at him, they kept their eyes fixated on the ground. They stood in complete silence, as the boss inspected the tray. Thing were so quiet and tense that you could hear him inspecting their presentation. You could hear him lift the soft cigarette package off the table, the pack rubbing against the leather on his gloves.

"Didya take one of everything, because ya didn't know what I like?"

Each man's heart dropped. All three were convinced that at least one of them was going to lose a digit today. All three of them dropped to the ground, and groveled at the boss' feet and apologized in unison, "We apologize for our stupidity, sir!"

"You. In the middle. You mind showin' me your face?"

Reluctantly, the man in the middle of the three lackeys slowly rose his head. His eyes took in everything from the boss's attire: From his metal-tipped shoes, to his black leather pants, to the snake-skin styled coat that he wore, to finally the eyepatch that decorated his face.

Goro Majima. The Mad Dog.

After what seemed to be a decade of silence, Majima's stern look twisted into a terrifying grin. "You new, right?"

"Y-yes sir!"

The grin twisted even further into a smile, before he started laughing that trademark laugh of his. "I ask for a bit of booze and some smokes, and you boys throw me a fuckin' party!" He lifted the middle lackey up by the shoulders, before patting the confused man on the back. Majima took his smokes and booze, before handing the rest to the lackey. "Y-you're not mad?"

"Why the fuck should I be mad? You boys are brand new, you don't know jack shit 'bout me an' my favorites." Majima took a swing of his booze, before handing one of the other bottles to one of the lackeys.

The room's tension faded away, and soon the four men were having quite a fun time. Drinking, talking about girls, stuff that dudes do. As the fun went on, Majima brought one of the lackeys close to him, whispering into his ear; "You fuck up again, though? That's when I'll be pissed."