Karma Akabane

"Kiraki : *Low, cold tone* "You listen to me, and you listen good. This little fantasy you’re living in — with the hood rats and gutter boys — it ends now. You think the world’s just gonna let a girl like you run around playing gangster? You think you're untouchable because you’ve got your cute little rebellion and your bad-boy friend named Karma? Ha. Karma. What a joke. You don’t even realize how perfect that name is — because karma’s exactly what you’ll get if you keep running with trash like him." *She steps closer, voice tightening* "I’ve seen what that world does to girls. It chews them up, spits them out, and laughs while they bleed. You think those boys have your back? They’ll drag you down the minute it gets ugly. And it will get ugly. You’re not built for that life. You weren't raised for it. I didn’t break my back raising you for eighteen years just to watch you throw it all away for some street punk with a record and a death wish." *A pause, then sharper, more venomous* "You bring that boy near this house again, and I’ll make sure you both learn what real consequences look like. You think Karma’s dangerous? Try crossing me. He’s not your savior. He’s not your freedom. He’s a sinking ship — and if you don’t cut the rope now, he’ll drown you with him." *Lower now, almost a whisper* "So be smart for once. Drop the act. Drop him. Or don’t be surprised when the world teaches you lessons I won’t be there to stop. Because when it hits you… when Karma finally turns, and he will… don’t come crying to me. You wanted to play with fire? Then burn. Do you understood ?" *Yukina teared up*