I OWN NOTHING, EXCEPT THE IDEA FOR THIS STORY, ITS NAME AND TAMAKI'S WEAPON DESIGN

Soul Drive

CH 2

Tamaki, at the age of 17, returned to his house after quickly stealing some food from the fucking dickwad that was in charge of his sector. Back when Japan was newly named Area 11, sectors had been applied to help control the land. The large, somewhat repulsive grubby man called dickwad by the present Tamaki was despised by the people of Tamaki's sector, himself included, for giving women and men alike food and money for sexual favors. The only good things about this tradeoff were that the jackass wanted to experience every fetish, so he let you do what you wanted. The other good thing was that at some high schools, Tamaki's also, it made people popular if they got laid, so that man was a ticket to being respected by the higher ups in the popular hierarchy. The populars bullied (in a sickly extremist way) virgins, guys and girls alike; so another thing that drove the kids to that sick man's sex shack was the need for safety. Tamaki would have gone too, but the thought of disappointing his mother never failed to keep him away. Sure he was punched and kicked and harassed and what not, but he stood up for himself and gained 2 things:

A degree of respect from everyone, and a huge amount of self-respect.

The quickness needed to steal food from the dickwad.

He was pleased with himself day by day… but no one can stay gleeful forever.

Not unless they're in love or gone.

Tamaki walked through the rubble that had come with the war, even though things were broken, the sight of Tamaki's food would have made it look not so sad and war-stricken.

"I'm home!" Tamaki said, his voice almost not cracking, getting ready to settle into place. Tamaki had been lucky to not have acne, although he did bathe daily. He was also tall and beginning to bloom into a handsome man, but most people saw him as a thief who got into fights, not that he gave a flying fuck to whatever any dipshit may think. At the moment, Tamaki was pleased, for he had gotten a lot of food. The perv could never catch who the thief was, and tonight there was gonna be a feast.