[He took a seat next to Ryuutaro and was silent for a moment as he continued to try and work up the nerve to tell his story. He bit his lip and fidgeted anxiously for a bit, feeling awkward about being so quiet as he mentally prepared himself.]
S-sorry... I... I've never told anyone this before... i-it's sorta hard to start...
[He took a deep breath, he should probably start at the beginning... after he first ran away, that would make sense. He looked down at his lap so he wouldn't have to see Ryuutaro's expression as he recanted his story, in fear of the possibility that he might see him look disgusted.]
Well, when I first ran away... I thought my dad would come lookin' for me. I wanted him to come and tell me what I heard was wrong.... uh... about my mother. I ran away the after hearing the maids talk about it. I waited until the day after next, and I just figured that he didn't know where to find me. I was out of the money I brought too, so I started shoplifting things from the local shops, and trying to pick pockets. I wasn't very good at it though... I remember one of the shopkeepers beat me with a broom pretty bad, and all I remember thinkin' was "Wait until my dad finds out".
[His brows knit together and he scoffs a bit.]
I was out there for a month before it hit me that he knew exactly where I was and he wasn't goin' to come for me. I had to make it to the next town over too, since all the shops knew I was a thief and wouldn't let me in. I heard of a Famiglia in the next town too, I thought if I could prove myself that they'd accept me. Didn't work like I thought it would. They had no use for a spoiled piano-playing rich kid from another family, so I was stuck to pick pocketing and shoplifting. I got good at it though. Eventually I started picking up on other things, like how to jack a motorcycle or a car, picking locks. I could get enough money to get supplies to make dynamite charges. Weak ones, but I could open a safe with it. I didn't get a lot of money for my work though... I'd usually work for free a lot of the time if whoever hired me said I would be part of the family if I did it. When I would ask them afterward I was lucky if they just laughed and walked away, they'd usually just beat me up though. Asking to be part of a family didn't really work either. Even if I could work to do odd jobs, bein' a bastard with a Japanese mother isn't exactly looked well on in the Mafia. I remember one time... the guys took my shoes and threw them in a river and said if I could go get them they'd let me in the family. I couldn't swim at the time but I tried anyway. Stuff like that happened a lot. I was lucky that I at least had enough sense to more or less avoid the nasty old bastards that tried to cope a feel.
[He shuddered a bit, it still made his blood run cold remembering them, but then he let out a sigh and continued. Wordlessly blessing the 'stranger danger' he had drilled in him from a young age]
Once I hit ten, I was still sleeping outside, and had jumped around to a few towns on the island. People started to know who I was and what I did, so I got a little more work. Enough to keep me fed and well supplied. I started making stronger dynamite, and started getting tougher jobs. That's when I pulled my first hit... it went off okay, I disrupted the event I was supposed to, but I got caught... so I didn't get paid. I guess that's when I started gettin' more bitter? I dunno, it's when I started demanding money for jobs even if they said I could be part of the family. Started picking fights then too... I just... didn't like people. It didn't matter who or why... even if they just bumped into my I would flip on them. Though... I was ten... and was too small to do much. I can't even remember how many times I got knocked out cold in some alley, or got beat so bad I could just lay there wonderin' if I was goin' to die there... just some nameless homeless kid with a temper that no one would miss. That happened when I got hungry too. If the shopkeepers knew me too well, and I couldn't get a job I would be out of food for a few days. Y'know if you don't eat long enough you start seein' things?
[He shook his head.]
I started really watchin' for my own ass and no one else's. I would take hits on buildings, events, people, and it didn't matter if they were good people or not. I... messed up a lot of people's lives, some people didn't even do anything. Some guy just didn't like 'em and didn't want to waste the manpower by using one of his own men to do it. Sometimes they really were good people, and I just... pulled the hit anyway because I needed the money. I got better at fighting too, I could hold my own against a couple guys twice my size... they would just... come back with more people later though and I'd end up a bloody mess in an alley again. But I messed a lot of people up. There was one guy, I don't even know if he was comin' after me or not, but I was in a shady part of town and just went off on him. I beat his head in with a pipe that was laying nearby until he stopped moving. I-I don't know if I killed him... I just took off after. That sort of thing happened a lot. I never checked if they were dead... but if you do something like put a bomb under under the podium someone is talking at... if they're not dead then they're at least not going to have anything to walk with after. I'm a hitman... a really good hitman. I know how to kill people, and I've done it for very little... if anything. And I didn't care either. I lived to keep my own ass alive. That's all. I didn't have friends, or family,I was the only person that looked out for me. If the Ninth hadn't gotten me off the streets I would still be doin' it if I wasn't dead.
[he swallowed the lump in his throat and finally looked up at Ryuutaro. He was afraid of what he would see in the other boy's face. Would he be so repulsed by who he was that he would take back those three words?]
Re: [in person]
S-sorry... I... I've never told anyone this before... i-it's sorta hard to start...
[He took a deep breath, he should probably start at the beginning... after he first ran away, that would make sense. He looked down at his lap so he wouldn't have to see Ryuutaro's expression as he recanted his story, in fear of the possibility that he might see him look disgusted.]
Well, when I first ran away... I thought my dad would come lookin' for me. I wanted him to come and tell me what I heard was wrong.... uh... about my mother. I ran away the after hearing the maids talk about it. I waited until the day after next, and I just figured that he didn't know where to find me. I was out of the money I brought too, so I started shoplifting things from the local shops, and trying to pick pockets. I wasn't very good at it though... I remember one of the shopkeepers beat me with a broom pretty bad, and all I remember thinkin' was "Wait until my dad finds out".
[His brows knit together and he scoffs a bit.]
I was out there for a month before it hit me that he knew exactly where I was and he wasn't goin' to come for me. I had to make it to the next town over too, since all the shops knew I was a thief and wouldn't let me in. I heard of a Famiglia in the next town too, I thought if I could prove myself that they'd accept me. Didn't work like I thought it would. They had no use for a spoiled piano-playing rich kid from another family, so I was stuck to pick pocketing and shoplifting. I got good at it though. Eventually I started picking up on other things, like how to jack a motorcycle or a car, picking locks. I could get enough money to get supplies to make dynamite charges. Weak ones, but I could open a safe with it. I didn't get a lot of money for my work though... I'd usually work for free a lot of the time if whoever hired me said I would be part of the family if I did it. When I would ask them afterward I was lucky if they just laughed and walked away, they'd usually just beat me up though. Asking to be part of a family didn't really work either. Even if I could work to do odd jobs, bein' a bastard with a Japanese mother isn't exactly looked well on in the Mafia. I remember one time... the guys took my shoes and threw them in a river and said if I could go get them they'd let me in the family. I couldn't swim at the time but I tried anyway. Stuff like that happened a lot. I was lucky that I at least had enough sense to more or less avoid the nasty old bastards that tried to cope a feel.
[He shuddered a bit, it still made his blood run cold remembering them, but then he let out a sigh and continued. Wordlessly blessing the 'stranger danger' he had drilled in him from a young age]
Once I hit ten, I was still sleeping outside, and had jumped around to a few towns on the island. People started to know who I was and what I did, so I got a little more work. Enough to keep me fed and well supplied. I started making stronger dynamite, and started getting tougher jobs. That's when I pulled my first hit... it went off okay, I disrupted the event I was supposed to, but I got caught... so I didn't get paid. I guess that's when I started gettin' more bitter? I dunno, it's when I started demanding money for jobs even if they said I could be part of the family. Started picking fights then too... I just... didn't like people. It didn't matter who or why... even if they just bumped into my I would flip on them. Though... I was ten... and was too small to do much. I can't even remember how many times I got knocked out cold in some alley, or got beat so bad I could just lay there wonderin' if I was goin' to die there... just some nameless homeless kid with a temper that no one would miss. That happened when I got hungry too. If the shopkeepers knew me too well, and I couldn't get a job I would be out of food for a few days. Y'know if you don't eat long enough you start seein' things?
[He shook his head.]
I started really watchin' for my own ass and no one else's. I would take hits on buildings, events, people, and it didn't matter if they were good people or not. I... messed up a lot of people's lives, some people didn't even do anything. Some guy just didn't like 'em and didn't want to waste the manpower by using one of his own men to do it. Sometimes they really were good people, and I just... pulled the hit anyway because I needed the money. I got better at fighting too, I could hold my own against a couple guys twice my size... they would just... come back with more people later though and I'd end up a bloody mess in an alley again. But I messed a lot of people up. There was one guy, I don't even know if he was comin' after me or not, but I was in a shady part of town and just went off on him. I beat his head in with a pipe that was laying nearby until he stopped moving. I-I don't know if I killed him... I just took off after. That sort of thing happened a lot. I never checked if they were dead... but if you do something like put a bomb under under the podium someone is talking at... if they're not dead then they're at least not going to have anything to walk with after. I'm a hitman... a really good hitman. I know how to kill people, and I've done it for very little... if anything. And I didn't care either. I lived to keep my own ass alive. That's all. I didn't have friends, or family,I was the only person that looked out for me. If the Ninth hadn't gotten me off the streets I would still be doin' it if I wasn't dead.
[he swallowed the lump in his throat and finally looked up at Ryuutaro. He was afraid of what he would see in the other boy's face. Would he be so repulsed by who he was that he would take back those three words?]
Are you... still okay with me?