Pretty- Matso Aya


Imagine being called pretty all your life. Because you are. And as a child it's a good thing. As a baby it's the best thing. As a toddler one still thinks is adorable, as a child, it's questionable and as a teenager, it's just bad. It gets worse as an adult.

Of course if one was a girl, this would be the life. But not as a boy.

I was considered a beautiful baby, a beautiful child and a very pretty boy who only grew up to be a pretty man. My qualities made my mother treat me gently and never pressed me to do much, my father wanted me to do everything, to assure I'd be masculine. At home, my mother pampered me. Making sure I had hot water to bathe in, all my food was fresh and prepared on the spot so it could still be hot. If I was hurt I was tended to right away so I wouldn't scar and everything around me was immaculately clean so nothing would infect me and cause me to get sick. I wasn't allowed to play outside with other children because I would get dirty or hurt. This was all in my mother's care. In my father's care, I was taken out to play, or to do other activities. I was a very confused. Being taken out to get dirty and then tended to right away was conflicting between my parents. While my mother wanted to treat me like a girl, my father treated me like a boy.
As I grew up, the way I looked only got me in more trouble and problems. My peers questioned me on everything, from my strength to my intelligence. And I was not easy passed by as hard as I tried to blend in. When I became seventeen, my interest in political game grew. I found the government in Japan was fucked up and I hated the way things were run, being hypocritical on itself. It was something I kept as interest and kept expanding on. Eventually, when I heard of the yakuza in Okinawa trying to get in some kind of political strangle hold over Okinawa, I jumped at the chance to try and get in. Even the yakuza there didn't believe I was worthy of anything but a fuck toy. I quickly proved myself to the oyabun Seta Koyago. He was very much like a father to me though he wasn't too much older then me. He gave me a chance to show myself to him and within a matter of minutes of listening to me talk, he hired me. I dropped school and set foot inside the yakuza game.

There, my job was to gain as much political intelligence to stop our rivals. Though I was only about eighteen at this point, I tamed my hair and wore contacts to age myself a little more and got a job in the Diet of the Okinawa district. I wasn't anything special, but I sat in enough meetings to know what damage I could cause. Within a matter of two years I had done more for the yakuza in Okinawa then anyone before me had. But in that same year, Seta's empire was slowly coming down. The people within the syndicate were backstabbing each other, selling each other out for more money. Poor Seta was loosing his edge over Okinawa and I watched as people around me, killed each other for suspicion. Not wanting to be killed next because of my political knowledge, I told Seta I would retire. He reluctantly let me go.
I spent a year in the syndicate and because I was good at what I did, I could be cradled in a yakuza's embrace of money. I was already retired by nineteen. Only a few months had passed after my twentieth birthday when I got word that a few yakuza from Tokyo had headed down to Okinawa in search of me. My game had run far across Japan and they knew of what I was capable of, but they didn't know what I looked like. When Seta told me that, I took advantage of that. A chance to head to Tokyo and start again. I was after all too young to retire.

I told Seta right away I didn't want to appear like the pretty teenage boy I was. He suggested one thing to me.
"Hide it."
"How? Contacts only do so much and my hair combed any other way isn't going to do it."
"Then do something more drastic. Mask, a wig, you can afford some good costumes."
"Disguise myself?"
He nodded.
"I wouldn't dream of asking you to make anything permanent, and if you really want to age yourself, then that's the way to do it."
I thought about it. And soon agreed to it. The best way to hide myself and not make it permanent. The next day, I went to see professional make up artist. And with help of silicon, make up and padding I was aged to be about fifty.
When the heads of Tokyo finally sought me, they found exactly what they were looking for. I would not be turned away and rejected because not only was I young, but pretty as well. Apparently everyone around me thinks being pretty automatically means being stupid. I had an appointment made with Jia Li, the oyabun of the 36 Moons. We spoke and the more he found of my knowledge, the more he was intrigued. He needed me to get inside the Diet in Tokyo, but in a much higher position I ever had. I would have to be a chairman. I was reluctant but somehow, I agreed. I even showed Jia I wasn't as young as I looked. As surprised as he was, he was still impressed with me. Jia said I could very well own the Diet. And within a matter of months I was running in an election to be the next chairmen in the Diet. My name, Shikiaden Hyoku, aged about sixty with political game that left most other candidates shook.

I spent a good part of my time being a yakuza of the 36 Moons, but most of that time was spent in the Diet. Once I was voted in, my job became a burden I had to carry on as an aged chairman and a young yakuza. It was a hard balance act. I carried for almost two years, threatening to collapse at any moment, but never telling Jia. More then anything I wanted to succeed for Jia. I knew how badly he wanted to get into the Diet and this was how he was going to win. I carried my act on for a year before Jia's empire tilted, like Seta's. All of the 36 Moons had either disappeared, been killed, or were arrested. The ones that got away with being arrested were Jia's closest ring. He and myself were spared mostly because the two of us had taken places in the Diet. We both watched that night as our friends and allies where taken in handcuffs and had their freedom snatched away.
The both of us were helpless to do anything but to watch and pray as they were taken away. Later on, the both of had to watch as they were sentenced and we had to look down on them, as if we were any better. In a four year mark, Jia and I continued to attack the Diet from the inside, dissolving it to our advantage but being careful as we did so. But after the death of Johnson, the former head who was also American, I was taking heat from both Japan and the states. I was getting screamed at and the fact that doing a six year stretch as a sixty year old, I begin to feel the effects on it on my body. One night Jia came to see me after all of the 36 Moons had been released and he had reestablished himself. He told me to rest. I couldn't since it was my job to appoint a new head within the matter of a few days. I had too much stress on top of me, the idea of rest, was far from my mind. Suddenly, Jia said for me to retire that night. I asked him why and he said we didn't need the place in the Diet anymore. I immediately felt as if I was letting him down. But he said he couldn't watch me do this to myself anymore.
With Jia's retirement plan of me being "assassinated" as Shikiaden Hyoku, I would be able to leave the Diet free and easy and never again have to be sixty until I actually was.

I was pulled from the Diet before I even had a chance to assign the new head, but all that afterwards didn't matter. I spent the remainder of my time in the 36 Moons being chased by none other then Toki. Toki always had out for me since the day I met him in Jia's office. I tease him though...he loves it. I admit I do too otherwise I wouldn't keep doing it. Something about Toki leaves me to wonder what else he's hiding under that smirk and attitude. I have wanted to actually take it further with him, but all that came to an end when Tachimine Aoki came calling. Aoki had been a calmer version of Toki. One night during a break we were getting, one thing led to another. I can't explain what caused him to even be attracted to someone like me. Aoki and I didn't talk much after the fact...we simply knew it happened and that was that. I guess another fact of me being pretty.
Some try to take advantage of me because how I look. Other underestimate me and don't think much of me. All my life, and even by Jia I've been called pretty. At first, I've hated it. I hated being called pretty and would rather be known as Aya and not pretty Aya...but now I've learned to work that to my advantage.

I'm pretty yes, but more then likely, just as deadly as Ghost. I look weak and fragile, so does he, but death is a snap of a finger for the both of us. So I'm pretty....not much else could be said about that. But there's a whole lot more to me.