A sigh escapes my lips as I looked out of the window of the taxi we are in.

I never liked being in a vehicle like this. Cars, busses and taxis aren't my preference. Nor has it been for anyone else in our family. We have been bikers as long as the stories I alway hear go.

I would rather have made my way there myself. Feel the wind bow through my hair as I drive by.

But I don't think my brother would allow me to do it.

Normally I wouldn't listen to people who are supposed to boss me around, but since my brother is the only real family that I have left I generally try to listen to him. I know he means well.

"Daiya... I hate this." I muttered just loud enough that my brother would hear it but not loud enough that the driver would be able to pick up on it. Looking weak towards people really isn't my thing.

"I know you do Mondo, but I rahter have you there alive. Besides we wouldn't have been able to go like that since we have your luggage with us." My older spoke up and said like it was the most normal thing ever.

"We both know that there was an option to get my luggage shipped there. Don't act like this was the only way." I huffed as my gaze turned to the passing cars. "You act like I would have died if I got on my bike."

It was a move in hindsight I should not have made. This all is sensative to him and I am pushing stuff I shouldn't be pushing.

"You know...that that could be the truth little brother. It always holds a risk when you get on one and in your condition. It could lead to death...Not only for you but also for someone else." Daiya spoke, sounding hurt. Even if he was trying to hide it, he had been unable to do so.

I hate that I have to agree with that. I hate it that he is right about it. I hate being in this situation.

People say to have faith that the future will be great. It would be controlled. Well the one who has been doing that for me has a very sick sense of humour.

My father was targeted because of mistakes my grandfather made with his gang that. The one that collapsed because my father refused to take over.

My mother was a frail woman ever since his death, when I was about 4. She caught an illness and was to weak to recover from it.

After her death, a few members of my grandfather's gang found Daiya, who was now in charge of taking care of me, and asked to join. Their intention: Having an Owada back in charge.

After a while, when my brother was older he took over and renamed the gang. A sign a different age had started. The Crazy Diamonds quickly became known.

Though he retired from his position early to take care of his wife and daughter, he is still regarded as a great leader that brought them back together.

I took over his position when I was 15. Looked down because they regarded Daiya so highly. I had to prove my worth more than anyone that took the role would have to. In the end it worked, after the insane growth they believed I wasn't only his shadow.

I, Mondo Owada, the most feared gang leader in Japan. Some people even believed that others in different countries feared me, only by hearing my name.

But that soon proved to be shortlived. When I collapsed because I didn't get any oxygen. Laughed at, because they thought it was a joke.

It lead to the reason why I am here in this taxi right now, on our very long way.

"I am sorry okay. I haven't really processes that my death is way close than I want it to be." The last thing I want to do now is upset him. I am still here, he should not be sad yet.

I felt a cough come up and used my handkerchief to make sure I would be able to catch something if it decided to come up.

After a coughing fit that left me gasping for air more than is healthy I looked down at the handkerchief.

In there I saw something I didn't want to see, not again. It reminded me of it.

I just want to forget it and live on oblivious to it. Just live like any 17 year old would like and don't give a fuck about the future, not right now.

But looking down in the cloth in my hands made me face my mortality. Once again reminded that I too could fall victim to its grasp.

Looking down at it made me pick up on the sent of iron that came from it.

In my hands was blood. My very own blood, not someone else's. Mine.

I coughed blood from my lungs, once again. Almost solidifying my faith.

My time on this spinning globe would be cut short, very soon.