ALL YOU HAVE
Chapter One:
Birthday
A.N. Well here I am, with yet another Wammy Boys based story! It's easy to tell who my favourites are, isn't it? Anyway, this one is actually a more serious one than what I have written before. And by that, I mean there probably won't be much senseless humour.
By the way, I have decided that I like writing in first person more (it's easier for me to get inside a character's head that way), so that's what this story is.
Anyway, here we go!
"Anya!"
I was woken up to someone calling my name. When I finally decided to open my eyes, I noticed that is was Dimitri. He's my right-hand man, and my father's beforehand. There are two people I trust with my life, and this guy is one of them.
"What is it, Dimitri?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.
"You have a call waiting," the dark-haired man said.
"Who is it?" I groaned. Just what I wanted on my birthday.
"A boy who calls himself Matt," Dimitri replied. "He also said he's from Wammy's House."
That woke me up. If someone from Wammy's House is trying to get in contact with me, then my brother must be involved. Now whether that reason is good or bad, I don't know. All I can tell is that Mihael is involved, and it must be pretty damn important.
Dimitri handed me the phone, and I pressed the hold button.
The person on the other end spoke with this broken, almost incoherent Russian. It was so bad that I could barely figure out what he was trying to say, and Russian is my first language.
"Okay, cut the shit," I said in English. "Your Russian is horrible, so don't even try."
"You can speak English?" the boy asked, surprised. He sounded about 14, not much younger than m brother and I.
"Yes I can," I replied. "Now why are you calling me?"
"It's about your brother," he said. "A couple weeks ago, he and another boy at the orphanage were told about a certain person's death. Mello -sorry, you know him as Mihael- got upset, and ended up leaving that night. As soon as I found out, I started trying to get in contact with you. I don't know where he went, but I was hoping that you would be able to find him before he does something stupid and gets himself killed."
"I'll see what I can do," I said simply, hanging up.
"What's going on?" Dimitri asked.
"Mihael ran away from Wammy's House a couple weeks ago," I answered. "I had been asked if it was possible to find him before he does something stupid and gets himself killed."
"Are you sure that the extra time can be spent into tracking him down?" Dimitri questioned. "Kira has become much more of a threat now, and we have to be more careful than ever."
"It can be done," I said. "You make sure our operations remain under the media's radar, and I will work on tracking Mihael down myself."
Dimitri nodded and left the room, giving me some privacy.
Yes, this is exactly what I wanted for my fifteenth birthday; the job of tracking down my brother before he gets killed. Thankfully, I had him completely figured out before our father was killed, and I doubt he's changed that much.
Although, I have a lot, so who's to say he's the same Mihael?
This "Matt" gave me a good place to start, though. He called my brother Mello, which would obviously be the alias he was given. If I look for someone going by Mello, I'd be more likely to find him than if I looked for someone going by Mihael. Chances are, if I used his real name, then I would be getting his records from our early childhood or something, not anything that would actually be of use to me.
When my thoughts faded, I noticed that I was dressed and everything. I did a quick once-over in the mirror to make sure I grabbed things that look okay together.
Black skinny jeans, a red t-shirt, and red and black striped fingerless gloves that went up to my elbows... yup, that looks pretty good.
I ran a brush through my hair quickly before pulling on my old red converse and lacing them up.
Grabbing my locket on my way out of my room, I slipped the chain over my head as I dashed downstairs to where most of the other guys were working on whatever they had to do.
Which, knowing these guys, could be anything. Hell, I can guarantee that at least one guy is just slacking off and watching porn.
It's probably going to be Ivan or Misha, those two never do what they're supposed to. There have been way too many days I've been temped to shoot those two in the head.
As I opened the door and walked into the room, my suspicions were confirmed.
Dimitri was keeping an eye on what the media was taking an interest in, Gerasim was watching the surveillance tapes, Maxim and Matvey were making sure trade plans were in order, Viktor and Yuri were monitoring the activity of our rivals both inside and outside the country. And as usual, Ivan and Misha were watching porn instead of keeping an eye on what the branch gangs in other countries were doing.
Normally I wouldn't worry about it too much, but I had a feeling that the LA branch was up to something.
"Иван! Миша! Возвращайтесь к работе ленивые задницы!" I snapped, picking up a gun and aiming at the two of them. With a jolt, they closed down the browser and started going through the routine check-ins.
Believe it or not, that's a normal occurrence in this group. We are what remained after the siege that killed my father, and although we are only a fifth of the size we were, we were just as powerful.
However, with Kira gaining power as well, I was growing nervous that we were too powerful, and that our activities would soon be forced out into the open and Kira would kill us all.
TRANSLATIONS:
Иван! Миша! Возвращайтесь к работе ленивые задницы! (Russian) = Ivan! Misha! Get back to work you lazy asses!
A.N. So, how was this chapter? Can you please tell me what you think? I'd really like to know what you enjoyed, what you weren't too fond of, and how I could improve my writing ability. Follow, favourite, and review, please!