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The main character is an Original Character with a unique background. He's American, about 6 feet tall, with brown hair and green eyes; his name's Troy.

Chapter 1: Corporate Tragedy

Troy thought his life sucked so far. He thought he had had a crappy childhood. But, he would soon find out that his childhood was a trip to Disney World in comparison to his friend's adolescence.

Troy was born in America, into a middle class, white family. They were all relatively normal people, living normal lives. Or so he had thought anyway. Troy's father was a United States Marine, his mother a Nurse. Troy's father was a "Jarhead" gone "Desk Jockey", he had served two tours: one in Iraq and one in Afghanistan.

During a firefight in an Afghan bazaar, Troy's father was shot in the knee, and had to receive a couple surgeries to repair it. He could no longer work in the field, so his commanding officer had moved him to a desk job, hence the title "Desk Jockey." Along with the title, the commanding officer had given Troy's father a new job at a military base in Okinawa, Japan. Troy and his family moved there when he was only 4 years old.

This is where the suck fest began, Troy thought, recounting the night that had changed his life. It was a night like any other; Troy's father had just arrived home from his job at the Okinawa base, and Troy's mother had dinner on the table.

"How was work honey?" Troy's mother said.

"It was alright, had to speak with my commanding officer about some problems in tech support, but, it went okay."

"Sit down and have some food then, you must be starving." Troy's mother was always like that, caring and compassionate. She was a nurse at the local hospital, one of the only few on the island.

Troy was sitting on the floor playing with his toys, enjoying himself thoroughly with his stuffed bunny rabbit. He remembered exactly the way he felt that night. He wasn't looking forward to going to preschool in a couple weeks; he wanted to stay home with his mother instead. But, his mother had insisted that he go to preschool and learn about Japanese culture and language, so he could keep up with the other kids in school.

Just as Troy's father was getting situated in his seat at the head of the table, there was a knock on the door. Troy's father got up and started walking to the door. There was a second knock, this time the knock was louder and more urgent.

"Alright okay I'm coming, yeesh." Troy's father muttered. He opened the door and standing in front of him was a soaking wet Asian man in his 30's. He had jet black hair with a full goatee and sideburns. He was wearing a grey sport coat and a black tie, a common business look in Japan.

"There is no time to explain!" The man said urgently. He quickly walked inside, effectively inviting himself in.

"Gendun? What are you doing here, and why are you so wet? It's not even raining out." Troy's father asked incredulously.

"We must hurry; they know who's behind the faulted deal. They're on their way now! We must leave here, now!"

Troy's father froze, and his eyes widened heavily. "How can they know about that? That was months ago, and why are you so we-"

"Their interrogation methods are torturous. Forgive me friend..." Gendun looked down shamefully, and a wave of understanding passed over Troy's father's face. "In any case we have to leave, they're most likely already he-"

A loud shout was heard outside the small home, and an even louder, sharp bang was heard. A hole ripped through the wall and blood splattered across the kitchen wall. Troy's mother fell dead with a loud thump. Troy's father gaped in horror. That look on his father's face would forever be burned into Troy's mind, and would haunt his dreams and thoughts. The Marine's training would have kicked in instantly afterward and he would have gotten low to the floor, to protect him from further shots, but he was frozen in sheer disbelief at the body of his dead wife.

After a second had passed, Troy's father took a step towards his wife. A series of loud shots were heard outside, bullets ripped through the walls, and struck Troy's father. He was hit multiple times, and was dead before he hit the ground.

"God dammit, I was too late. Come child!" Gendun quickly lunged for the four year old Troy, grabbing him roughly around his arm, and ran with his head down for the back room. Tears streamed down Troy's face as bullets tore through the walls around him. Holding onto his stuffed rabbit, Troy followed after Gendun through the small house.

More bullets embodied themselves in the houses frame, breaking glass and causing confusion. The people outside didn't know where to shoot though, so they were just lighting the whole house up.

The pair arrived to the backroom, breathless.

"Listen Troy," Gendun whispered to the wide eyed boy. "I have to get you out of here; we're going to go through this window alright?" Gendun opened a small window on the far wall and quickly pushed Troy through it. Troy landed on the soft ground with a thud, and Gendun did the same shortly after.

"Where are we going, Gendun?" Troy asked in deep confusion.

"Somewhere safe," Gendun replied.

After the attack on the small Japanese house, Gendun and Troy escaped in Gendun's car. The hostile men didn't pursue them, for reasons unknown to Troy at the time but, he was sure that if he or Gendun had died as well, the men would not have cared. Troy grew up under Gendun's care; as a friend of Troy's father, Gendun made sure that Troy was taken care of.

Gendun was the first person that the family had met in Japan, and quickly became Troy's father's closest friend. They were also business partners, as Gendun was a private contractor for a large company, and Troy's father was a client for a military weaponry contract. Troy's father handled negotiations between the Marines and the company, and the United States government paid him to make deals with Gendun's company, which dealt weapons to the U.S. All in all, Troy's father was an important link between the United States military and the Japanese weapon makers.

As Troy grew up, Gendun taught him multiple martial arts. Troy learned Jiu Jitsu, Tai Chi, and Muay Thai, all starting when he was 4 years old. He also learned a bit of the art of the sword, Kendo (descended from Kenjutsu), which Gendun wasn't fluent in but, he taught Troy anyway. Gendun believed that the people that assassinated Troy's parents would one day come back for Troy, and Gendun wanted him to be fully prepared.

Troy went to school in Japan, earning excellent marks in all subjects. Gendun was a harsh trainer but, a loving guide none the less. Gendun gave Troy Buddhist teachings as well, teaching Troy meditation and Buddhist ways of thinking. Troy was taught to let go of his feelings of intense anger and hatred towards the men that killed his parents. Gendun had told him that those feelings were, "useless and destructive."

Although Troy liked Gendun and saw him as a friend, Troy was lonely growing up. He didn't make any friends at all in school, not even one. He had a horrendous time fitting in as one of the few white children at his school. Most of the other white kids didn't like him either; they thought Troy was weird and detached. Troy was stubborn though, he didn't let much get him down. He was always a happy-go-lucky kid, and became an attractive young man from all his hard work in training.

After Troy graduated from high school, he attended Okinawa University for a year, and had a job at a local gas station, working the front desk. Things changed for Troy when he turned 19.

"Have a nice day Ma'am." Troy said to the customer as she left the store.

The gas station where Troy worked was in a word, shitty. So shitty in fact, that Troy hardly bothered cleaning it much anymore. When confronted by the manager, Troy had said, "Every time I clean it, it gets dirtier! I'm doing you a favor man." The manager had just grumbled and mentioned something about firing someone before sauntering off to the back of the store.

As Troy finished his shift it was getting dark.

"See ya on Tuesday, Monty!" Troy said as he walked out of the store.

"Yeah whatever boy, go home already." The old man yelled back at him.

Jackass, Troy thought. Troy got on his motorcycle and rode the way back home, taking his time and enjoying the fresh air. Troy planned on moving into a new apartment soon, he just needed the money.

"I'm home Gendun." Troy said as he walked into the small Japanese home. It was spring time and the cherry blossoms were blooming out front, making beautiful pink hues in the yard.

"Hello Troy," Gendun said nervously.

What's up with him? Troy thought. Gendun's always so sure of himself, he's only ever nervous when he talks about my parents.

"We need to talk, it's very important." Gendun continued.

"Talk about what?" Troy replied.

"It's your parents."

Troy groaned inwardly, you're so predictable Gendun.

"They're dead, we've been over this."

"Troy, it's about your father specifically, something you don't know about him already."

That got Troy's attention, he sat down on a table in the dining room/living room/kitchen that small homes have.

Gendun continued on, "Your father was part of an organization," He faltered.

"And…?"

"A crime organization called the Yakuza." Gendun finished.

"The Yakuza?"

"I was with them as well; we were in the same branch."

"You can't be serious." Troy said dismissively.

"When your family came to Japan your father needed more money. His military job wasn't enough to provide for you and your mother. He had to make ends meet somehow, so he came to me." Gendun took a sip of some water he had poured before Troy entered the room.

"I told him I knew a way to help him make some extra yen. He became part of the same Yakuza syndicate I joined a couple years prior. He was good with business, so they gave your father a position as a weapons dealer."

Troy just stared blankly at the ground as Gendun spoke, not sure how to feel.

"A couple months before your parents were killed, your father got involved in a big deal. Over two thousand rifles and pistols were to be traded from a corporation to the Yakuza. I told your father to stay out of this deal, as the corporation we were dealing with was shady and mysterious."

"What happened to the deal?" Troy said blankly, still staring off into space.

"The boat doing the cargo delivery was intercepted by the Japanese police force. They arrested 20 corporate workers, and seized all the weapons, millions in losses. The corporation repaid the Yakuza the best way they saw fit, assassinating all of the business leaders that were a part of the deal; about 15 or 16 people in all."

"Dad being one of them…" Troy finished. He looked away, tears welling up in his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me this until now?"

"It was to protect you, you must under-"

"Where did you fit in all of this, huh? The night my parents were killed you showed up, what was your role in the deal Gendun?"

Gendun opened his mouth, and then closed it, looking down shamefully.

Gendun continued on, "I was your father's business partner. I made negotiations with the corporations, while your father carried them out. As standard practice, when the shipment went bad and the corporation couldn't find everyone responsible, they interrogated me, the negotiator. I submitted, and told them about your father, and other arms dealers in Japan involved. You have to understand Troy! They almost drowned me when they were interrogating me!"

Troy got up and went to the door.

"Troy, wait, I left the Yakuza after that, and hid you away to protect you. If you knew, it would have been worse!"

Troy turned around with tears in his eyes, an angry look on his face.

"Fuck you Gendun! Fuck you for getting my parents killed!" Troy shouted, full of emotion.

Troy stormed out of the door and onto the sidewalk of the house. He put his helmet on and sped off on his motorcycle.

Troy knew he was thinking irrationally. He knew that Gendun was right; it would have been no use at all to tell him about the origin of his parent's death until he was old enough to fully understand.

When Gendun had talked about it, it brought forth a whole swath of bottled up emotions from inside Troy. He felt anger and sadness at the same time, and he was confused.

How could my father have done that? How could he have been part of a crime family? He wasn't like that. Troy thought. Troy pulled over into a nearby parking lot. It was empty, and Troy had ridden all the way to the rural part of the small island, about a half an hour ride. He was at a park, with large trees and benches and trash cans and sidewalks. It was already dark, and Troy was wondering what exactly he was doing here.

I guess I just need to think. He thought. I shouldn't have blown up at Gendun like that. He gave me so much to make it up to me, and he was good to me as a kid. Troy sat down at one of the park benches and melted into the seat. He hadn't realized just how tired he was until now. I'll just go back, and smooth everything over, and we'll enjoy a nice cup of tea.

Troy momentarily dozed off, but he was awoken abruptly by an extremely bright light coming from the sky.

Hovering above him was a huge aircraft, which looked similar to a giant hover boat that he'd seen pictures of his dad riding on, one that was big enough to carry aircraft; only this thing was flying. On the side of the large grey flying thing, was "S.S.B.", written in large uppercase red lettering.

Troy momentarily thought that it was a police helicopter, coming to catch him for speeding or something. Then he realized that this flying vehicle was massive, and nothing he'd seen before.

Suddenly there was a large amount of feedback sent into Troy's ears and he covered them. A voice came on a loudspeaker.

"Do not attempt to resist –BZZZT- we will use force to extract you, Troy." The grainy voice said from the loudspeaker on the side of the ship.

What the hell, how does it know my- Troy didn't have time to finish the thought, as he was snatched forcefully by a long mechanical claw on the tip of a metal wire. It came from a man sized hole in the bottom of the ship, and ripped Troy up onto his feet.

"What the fuck?"

Troy sputtered as he was dragged straight into the air at blinding speeds. He was dragged into the man sized hole which closed behind him, and into a small room. He landed hard on his back with a loud thunk, similar sounding to a sledge hammer on a ventilation duct. The metal claw retracted into a small cubby hole in the wall after releasing Troy.

"Urrghh…" Troy moaned as he rubbed his aching back. He stood up and looked around at his surroundings. He was in a dark room with a single flickering bulb hanging over his head.

Troy heard a distinct foomp, and then felt a prick in his thigh. He looked down in complete surprise, and saw a needle protruding from his pants. He picked it out of his skin painfully, before falling to the ground, unconscious.

"Go to sleep now…" spoke a sickly sweet voice from the shadows.