Akihiko was about 17 years old, the young man had shoulder length bright red hair tied back with a dull grey elastic band with burning orange eyes that would usually be covered by his bangs that where defiant enough to keep out of the make-shift hair tie, today he wore a kaki green military style short sleeved shirt, his black jeans hung comfortably over his hips allowing the rim of his pale grey boxer shorts to peek through when they weren’t covered by his shirt or white singlet. A miniature disturbingly enchanting red voodoo doll hung from his pocket attached to his phone in his left pocket, his wallet attached to a long chain stuffed comfortably in his right, he was reasonably well built but still lean.Strangely enough for his age he was actually the leader of the Mafia's youth branch situated in a city a few miles from where they were right now. Being as such he was never usually unarmed, he normally carried two bright red pistols with silver trimmings in a holster under his shirt and two crimson retractable tonfas tucked comfortably under his belt at the back.
The young man groaned as he awoke, the chains around his wrists and ankles pained him as he tugged on the, following them up his eye line stopping at the old stained wood, he could hear the ocean outside and feel the floor tilting,
"Damn it"
He knew where he was... captive on a pirate ship.
