There were no mere coincidences.
Luck had never been a part of his life until now.
Lucky days are present, although his past was filled with misfortune.
He doesn't recall why, how when, or where, but he only retains what.
Yukito doesn't know why death surrounds his past, why he suffered so; distress, misery, anguish, and grief play in his former psyche as his little sister reached her demise. His parents have never cared for him nor has he ever much any real love. In his dark memories, he has only lost.
Even so, confined in a desolate world for ten whole years, Yukito doesn't know how he acquired the luck he possessed today with every movement his slender fingers make, and the money he obtains with no effort.
Yukito doesn't know when the days of his luck in gambling commenced, the seemingly chance happening of events which all resulted in fortune.
Yukito doesn't know where his talent in gambling originated. From nowhere, it seemed, during a game at a casino, luck suddenly presented itself into his forlorn life.
But Yukito knows what, no doubt, that luck adheres itself to him when he partakes in risky games of chance for money. Always: the highest scores and incessant winning, which made him a formidable foe in the game.
Yukito knows, but he takes his luck to no avail and the money he earns is only for his personal daily needs.
He takes no advantage in his wins, and does not possess a ravenous heart. He does not wish to follow the footsteps of his malefactor brother.
His secret vocation: a lucky gambler.