<span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">If you thought support groups were completely safe, you were dead wrong. In a support group in Americaâ€™s very own Las Angeles a group of young homosexual and bisexual teens have joined together hoping for comfort, understanding, and well support. But they end up finding an underground house for L.Aâ€™s own mafia group. The Donâ€™s son has befriended all these kids and convinced them to join his father and their â€œfamilyâ€.</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-style: italic">Years go by. The days meld together. Seem to become one with each other yet nothing appears to change. Though not all is as it seems. There is sections of the overground world. It is divided into various descriptions. This is the basics of life. Sections that divide not only wealth but poverty. Seperating the rich from the poor. The way to describe your place in life...so to speak.<br/><br/>The upper class rich end of town. This is where those of wealth and or fame live. Things are fancy, expensive, massive such as mansions. The term born with a silver spoon in the mouth is a good way to describe the rich end of town. You could visually picture the streets being paved with gold. Nothing is damaged or barred off.<br/><br/>Then you have the middle class part of town. This is usually in the center of any town or city. It is the working class area. People who are neither rich nor poor reside here. The ones who don't have wealth, fame or born into either of those two categories. People in this section work to make their money. Work eight hour shifts or longer at various job sites and do various job descriptions.<br/><br/>The next section is the poor class. The poor class is those who work every day to make ends meet. Struggling and striving every day with one or more jobs. Using every penny they make to pay bills and make ends meet. To keep food on the table. Clothes on their own and their children's back. Things are often on the high end of crime. Bars can be seen and security systems are usually around. The cops patrol frequently here.<br/><br/>The last section of the classes is the Ghettos, Boondocks, and Slums. These are for those who are poorer than poor. Poverty is everywhere. Boarded up windows and bars on doors or windows alike. The cops aren't able to keep order here and are more afraid of the criminals than the criminals are of them. This is total gang territory. And occasionally the crime lords reigning places. Things from drug deals to prostitution are a part of the every day aspects of life.<br/><br/>This is the sections of the city that make up the overworld. This is broken down due to those are what everyone believes rules the cities. What no one knows though is...that is just the overworld. The world above the secret societies below the streets surfaces. Yes...there is an underground world. A world that is made up of more dark and evil things than even the surface world. It is called the Underworld Society. It is crime central. It is the central point of all criminal operations. Be they big or small. This is also where it is rumored the Mega Mafia...the Kingpin of All Mafia's...runs his businesses. There is mafia bosses and then there is the Kingpin. The Kingpin is over ALL other mafia's. The most dangerous mafia of all is known as the Mega Mafia. Yet to those on the surface world...it is but a rumor. A myth created to scare crooks and criminals straight. It wasn't.....</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">The day was hot. It was a bright and sunny summer day. The sky was clear even of clouds. Blue as can be the sun the only out of this world object in the sky. Planes fly around. Skywriter jets doing arieal tricks and making words and drawings in the sky. Using their special ozone safe smoke to doodle and write in the sky. The wind picks up and drifts off every now and then. The city was awake yet the true city didn't wake til the sun set. The night life was more lively and active than that of the daytime. It was ironic yet true.<br/><br/>Word of a support group aimed mainly towards homosexuals and bisexuals was becoming popular. It had been around for nearly seven years now. And at first had started out with a very rocky beginning. Now it was doing well. Almost as if they were a gathering, cult, or gang yet no one even thought any of the above.<br/><br/>The day came when the son of the don, the Mafia Kingpin, sent out an advertisement on a flyer. Using it in hopes to draw in more people like himself. Gays and bisexuals. People who needed others like them. Others that would understand them and not judge them simply based on their sexual preferences. This was a two fold operation. One it was a genuine support group. Two it was also a cover up for recruiting new members for the mafia. This was done by the son of the don. Whether it was by convincing or by force...people who joined the support group were automatically enlisted into the mafia by the don's son. Those willing were seen above ground...those who weren't...were not.<br/><br/>The advertisement was typed up and printed into flyers. Support group members aka mafia members...went around all parts of the city. Putting flyers just about anywhere and everywhere that you could possibly think to do so. The flyer was as below:<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/My%20album/Publication4.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>The flyers were spread throughout the city. What better place to hide a secret passage to the Underworld Society then in the least suspicious of places? That is what the Kingpin aka Mega Mafia ruler thought. And his son put his theory to action and fact. The Support Group is located in a Museum. Yes...you heard right. A museum. Not just any museum this one has a buffet restaraunt in its West Wing. The only people able to get to the secret entrance however...is the VIP. The support group members are sent VIP Cards to identify themselves. A way to keep safe from undercover cops and spies.</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***********************************************************************</div><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF00FF">And the day was just beginning. Yurisho was bored as all get out. It wasn't Friday evening. He wished the time would fly by. Even while he knew it wouldn't. He was going to need to find something to do. This was driving him up the wall. He wonders too where his Left Hand and Right Hand men were. How interesting that he was bored and they were not around. They were usually thick as thieves. No pun intended. He sighs and looks around some more.<br/><br/>What trouble could he possibly cause or get himself into? Something minor that wouldn't draw too much attention to him. But what? He needed a way to work out his adreniline. Perhaps a motorcycle street race? That would be so awesome. In fact he had a feeling he just struck a note on the chord of how to become unbored. Possibly. He thinks more. Robbing a bank would be too major even if it was still a minor crime compared to the stuff his daddy pulled. He needed...thrills and chills. Entertainment and suspense. Life lived on the edge. Yet where was he going to find such a thing?<br/><br/>He ponders on this more as he continues walking through the Underworld Society. He was prince of this realm. And he knew it. Yet he hated being around others to an extent. He wasn't antisocial just....withdrawn. He let people close slowly. He didn't and wasn't sure who or even what could be trusted. That was a downside to being who he was. Son of the don of the Mega Mafia. The Kingpin of all mafias. It wasn't an easy life he had been born into. Yet one could never say it was dull and boring...except once in a blue moon. Apparently this was a blue moon summer day.<br/><br/>He sighs and dressed. Black jeans and a black form fitting leather shirt. Adds on the leather jacket. Then puts the fingerless leather gloves on his hands. Black sneakers finish the look off as far as clothing went. He adds a spiked collar to upon his neck. Points sharp and he adds a "fake" bullet belt through the belt loops of his pants. He then exits his...home away from his real home. Grabbing his motorcycle he takes the alternate way out of the underground world. And rushes off into the summer day. Weaving in and out of traffic. Stopping outside the club-bar thing that was run by the "support group for the gays and bisexuals" of this country of Japan. And walks in after parking his motorcycle.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Mikel had been forced to go to the last meeting of the SGFGAB. Which stood for a really long ass title thing. Now he was out. Dealing drugs and hot wiring cars. Yeah...he did what he had to do to make some bread. After all...guys gotta eat ya know? After finishing with his lame "pretend" illegal job he takes off into the afternoon shadows. Reappearing in his chop shop-mechanic shop-inventing place. Yeah...it was all three things yet not even the popo knew he ran a chop shop beneath his basement. Ah...the grandness of using your inventions to cloak and hologram your dirty deeds.<br/><br/>He groans. Only a few hours left til the next meeting. He both liked and loathed these meetings. After all...he knew he was gay. Women were good for the occassional roll in the hay when he needed a quick sexual release yet nothing more. He hated the fact that since he'd "accidently" killed several FBI, CIA, and Spec Ops men with his wrench and a few other tools like a screwdriver...he was forced into this group. Told it would "help" him become a better man of society. Whatever. Not happening. He walks around. Looking for one of the guys he'd met at the group a couple of weeks ago. Guy had been hot. And he couldn't get him off his mind.</span>