A/N: Ya know... I've been playing so many video games and drawing, and the only stories I write are little short stories I don't even bother to upload. So, here's this thing! A story that contains fighting, two guys being together, memories, friendship, and factions coming together... well, not really, but you'll see. Enjoy!

Reunion

~Prologue~

Growing up, my parents weren't the happiest when together. I would sit in my room at night, listening to them argue about this and that, sometimes throwing things. I made it into a game, sometimes. Just to entertain myself. Each night, their conversations would start up and quickly turn into aggressive and violent arguments. I would wait, and when it started to die down, I would make a guess: is father going to leave, or is mother going to break down and cry into his arms, begging for forgiveness? When I started my game at age six, I was horrible at it. I always guessed she would cry when he would leave, and vise verse. A few months later, I was spot on. I could tell by their voices.

When I was eight, my parents finally divorced. It wasn't a surprise, and unlike most, it didn't effect me at all. That was my final game, and I had won in guessing. I had already guessed they were going separate. Though, my mother had taken me with her. I didn't say too much to my father. I remember he told me to stay safe, keep my mother safe and happy, and to be good. I just glared at him, leaving that with him as a goodbye.

After that, my mother moved us from midtown down to the waterfront, moving into Little Fin Haven Apartments. It was the same size as our old home, though the rent was cheaper. It didn't bother me too much. I never had too many friends back at my old school. They all called me names, and pushed me around. Hell, high school was worse. I was beaten in freshman year. I was abused so much; done unspeakable things to. I covered up my bruises and cuts. When my mother wasn't looking, I would actually sneak into her purse and grab her make-up. She didn't need anymore stress. I had two younger sisters and a baby brother when I got into high school, and my mother had enough to deal with, as the bills were high and she was the only one working at the time. She didn't need my problems.

Sophomore year was... better. First day I met someone – a senior who actually made me happy. Unlike the friends I had the previous year, he stayed by my side and never betrayed me. I will admit, I fell for him. We were a couple for the school year, and I didn't have to worry about what anyone would say, since he would protect me.

Of course, dating a senior probably wasn't the best idea. He left at the end of the year, both the school and San Paro. We spent the last night together, before he moved. I spent the summer at home, helping my mother out with chores at home, and occasionally getting little messages from my love.

Everything ends, though. He ended up either losing his phone, or losing interest in me and I never heard from him again. I will admit, it still hurts to think about it, but I've forced myself to move on. Junior year, I met another friend. A female who was quite... interesting. She said she dealt with 'Multiple Personality Disorder'. After some explaining and what made her tick, we were able to become close friends. Though, she always did say she hated San Paro, promising she was going to move to Canada and either bring me with her, or bring me back a bottle of maple syrup. I would just laugh at her, telling her good luck. She also said something about getting a penguin and putting a bow tie on it. That would be a funny sight to see.

I don't think she ever got to Canada. Just like my lover, she moved at the end of the year. The last day, she held onto me, saying she was going to miss me and that she would come back and find me. I just told her to stay out of trouble, since she seemed to always want to start a fight, or simply cause one just to watch. Sometimes I wonder how she is. Other times, I know she's okay... Hopefully.

Senior year went... great. I had a small group of friends, who didn't turn their backs on me or betray me. At this point, San Paro started to... well... decline in safety. Gangs started to rise, especially the Blood Roses. They were trying to take over the waterfront, and take Little Fin down in the process. I had my family to protect. My friends had the same thought, too.

We got together one night, trying to decide on what we were going to do to exactly get rid of the Roses. Our plan didn't get far. Orlenz' Moretti. He approached us, asking if we wanted to join the Prentiss Tigers and help kick the Blood Roses out of the waterfront. We were more than happy to accept. We were thrown into training after that, and given a license to kill, along with weapons. I was eighteen at this point, and my mother couldn't really tell me no to the enforcer life. Although, she did give me a half hour long lecture about how she wanted me to stay safe and whatnot. I agreed to staying safe, telling her I would come back every night without a scratch.

First few months were simple. Take down some people who were just starting out. They barely knew how to hold a gun. I will admit, I felt a bit bad killing them, but it had to be done. I couldn't let them get to my family.

As more time went on, I found out that the Tigers were only interested in keeping Prentiss safe. Bad thing was, Little Fin wasn't apart of Prentiss. I continuously told Orlenz' we had spread out; had to at least move out towards Little Fin. It took some time, but he finally agreed. We got more calls because of that. I know I can't protect all of the waterfront, but I'll sure as hell push the problem to someone else's doorstep, just to keep the conflict away from my family. I'm not going to let anyone hurt them.