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The day was warm and the sun was shining. School had went well and he felt full of energy. This had been a good day for Gin.
As he strolled down the cracked down sidewalk, he felt satisfied with the day. He was also thankful his school chose to keep the traditional lunch break, so that the students could go home for lunch. He turned the corner-and screamed.
His simple one-story house was on fire. As he watched, a tall pink haired man flew out, strange green flames blasting out of hands, supporting him in the air. He raced toward his home, shouting for help. His mother, Ana staggered out of the house. He came screeching to a halt in front ofher. Ana moaned and collapsed. Gin lunged forward and caught her. "Mother!" Gin cried. "Run!" Ana moaned. "Who did this to you?" Gin asked. His mother smiled and patted his face. "You...were...always such a ...good...b-" Ana gasped in pain and inhaled. It would be the last breath she ever breathed.
The world had ended. Gin didn't even register the flames, steadily inching toward his position. In the background, low voices murmured comforting words, but they never reached his mind. His brain desperately tried to organize the blur of information flowing into his mind, but everything was confusing. Images flashed through his mind, homes and quilts and parks and ice cream cones. He tried to grab them, desperately holding on to memories that should have been coming. Shattered in an instant. Rage boiled inside of him, millions of hot irons burning through his skin. He screamed.
Firefighters arrived on the scene and dragged a screaming Gin away from the scene. The old man next door hurried out the door and tried to restrain Gin, muttering quietly under his breath. The boy was in a uncontrolled rage, a berserk, feral creature. The scents of blood, sweat, smoke and pain mixed together became so overwhelming the Chief of Police was forced to leave the scene to take a breather.
The old man, Felix, finally managed to get Gin under control. He spoke in soothing tones, repeating his relaxing mantra over and over again. "You're fine, it's okay, you're fine, it's okay..." he muttered, easing Gin into his home. Tears streamed down Gin's face. His body spasmed with sob after sob. Felix rolled his eyes. "Now, you listen here boy. I know who killed you're par-". A guttural moan escaped his lips and he collapsed, curled into a fetal position on the man's front door step. He fell asleep, his breathing slowing. Felix groaned inwardly. He wasn't an easy one. Felix doubted his initial thoughts would actually become a reality. The boy couldn't even walk all the way into his house, for heaven's sake!
Gin woke up on a small mat. He was in a small, nondescript room. It had no windows, one door and white walls, with absolutely nothing else. Despite his utter sadness, he couldn't resist chuckling at the sight of the old man, snoring loudly against one wall. Felix woke with a start. "You're awake!" he groaned. Gin nodded. "You said you knew who-" "Killed your parents, yes." the old man interjected. The old man sat back and conjured a pipe out of his sleeve. "Boy, have you ever heard of the Mafia?" Gin started "Why in the world would they do that? My father is a delivery man and my mother is a nurse." Felix smiled. "Your father used to have ties to the Mafia." he said. "Best escape driver there ever was. He was blackmailed, see, into working for them. He didn't want your mother to find out. They were in Russia at the time. Your mother was a ballerina, a rising star in that world. Your father couldn't upset her career, so he kept going. The family, the Arshavin Bratva, finally let him go and he came to Japan. Both your parents gave up everything. But the Bratva returned. I think they discovered he knew something he shouldn't, so they returned to kill him."
Gin felt strangely better. The heavy weight that was dragging him down had been lifted, replaced with a burning hatred. Now that he had someone to blame, he had a goal; to utterly destroy the Bratva. There was a knock on the door, and a police man entered. "Gin Watanabe? You're under arrest."
Felix was exhausted. After climbing the political ladder right up to the chief of police, he had finally managed to convince the man to let Gin go. A small amount of cash was thrown around, but it wasn't a major problem. He strode into the interrogation room . Gin looked up. His eyes were red and puffy. "They found your prints on a lighter near a gas tanks." Felix glared. Gin moaned. "It wasn't me! I brought it to Father last night, that's why." "I told them that." Felix said. "You're out, but from now on, you must do everything I say." Gin nodded dumbly. "Come with me."
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"WHAT! No." Gin shouted. "You must! I told you to listen to me!" Felix shouted back. "Listen to me! I don't care about any of this Flames of the Sky bullcrap, even if it is real! I'm not going to form a MAFIA! Not only is it wrong, it's impossible. It's so complex, I'll be destroyed before I even start!" Gin glared and sat down. Felix rubbed his forehead. "Gin? I didn't tell you something earlier. The reason your father got caught up in that mess was because of his blood." "What?" Gin asked. "Your grandfather was a Yakuza boss. Your grandmother was the daughter of a middle official in the Japanese branch of a powerful Mafia family called the Callavone Family. Your mother's mother was the boss of a small Bratva in Moscow, which dealed mostly with call girls. Your extended family is almost entirely composed of Underworlders. You have the blood of the Mafia in you!" Gin's jaw dropped to the floor. "And I'll help you." Felix explained. "And haven't I already explained that you won't be engaging in criminal activities. I call it a Mafia, but really it will only be a organization dedicated to destroying the other Mafia families." "I won't DIRECTLY be engaging in it, but it will happen." Gin exclaimed exasperatedly. Felix was tired of this. "BOY, LOOK! I bribed the chief of police. If you leave this city and let me be your permanent guardian, you won't be arrested. But, you will have to do what I say. Besides how else will you AVENGE YOUR PARENTS?" Gin looked as if he had been slapped in the face. Then, his face set and he stared right into Felix's eyes. And nodded.
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OC FORM:
I need:
Name:
Age and birthday (this takes place in 2012):
Preferred weapon:
Family:
Opinion of mafia:
Personality:
Special talents (optional):
Flame (sun, cloud, etc.): Traits I should know (Fave foods, color, etc.):
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