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Chapter 12

"My story begins before Aya –

I was only 6 years old, when my life changed.

I lived in a horrible neighborhood. Me and my mother experienced a nightmare everyday, but this day it was especially horrible.


"Takao!" My mom yelled and shoved me under the bed, "Stay here honey, don't go out before I get you. Do you understand?" She whispered and knelled down to kiss my forehead.

"Yes mommy" I mumbled. I had tried this before; my mom always said the exact same words, every time there were gangs fighting outside. They often came in and killed people for fun. So I just stayed were I was, and heard my mom blockade the door from the other side, so no one would find me.

I hid in there for hours like usually. Just hoping my mom would come and get me soon. I could hear her breathings, so I knew she sat on the other side of the door.

But suddenly I heard a noise and my mother screamed; "Don't hurt him. Don't hurt my boy!"

Someone laughed at her and a loud shot rang trough the room.

Then everything went silent.

Had they left? Could I come out?

"Mommy" I whispered so quiet that she surely couldn't hear it, but I didn't dare to raise my voice.

I climbed cautiously out of my hiding place, remember to scan my surrounding, before I ran to the door.

"Mommy! Mommy?" I cried out and tried to open the door, but it was blocked, "Mommy, I can't get out, open the –"

I went silent. A thin stripe of blood ran from underneath the door. I hurried to jump away so it didn't touch my foot.

"Mommy?" I said panicking, "Mommy is you hurt? Answer me. Mommy please!"

I began to push the door with all my strength, but it didn't even move. I wanted to come out, but I was trapped. I felt the tears run down my cheeks.

Suddenly I heard someone enter the house on the other side of my door.

"UH… gross!" A dark voice mumbled.

I widen my eyes and hurried back under the bed.

"Did you hear something?" Another voice said a deeper one.

"Probably a rat" A young voice mumbled. A kid?

"I'm sure I heard something from that room!" The second voice said.

"What? then we have to move the body," The young voice said, "She's lying right in front of the door. That ugly bloody woman!"

A high slam sounded from outside the door and the young voice yelled in pain.

"Show some respect!" The dark voice yelled, "She could be your mother!"

"Could be" The young voice mumbled.

"Move her!" the dark voice commanded.

I crawled farther under my bed. They would find me. They would kill me!

I heard something being taken from the floor, and moved.

"The boxes too" The dark voice commanded, "I'm beginning to think, our lady really is hiding something in there!"

"Maybe jewels or money," the second voice said excited.

"No," The dark voice said and the door opened up, "It's something a lot more precious!"

I could only see his shoes, from underneath the bed. They were black, and looked really expensive. I looked past his expensive shoes and widen his eyes in shock.

My eyes stared right at a bloody hand lying on floor, but I couldn't see the rest of the body, because of a large man and a little boy.

Suddenly a mask covered my view.

"Hallo boy" The dark voice said.

I screamed as high as I could. The man wore a mask, witch made him look even scarier. It was a white mask, shaped as a pale face with a huge smile. A scary smile.

"Don't be afraid," The dark voice said behind the mask, "I have a present for you"

He graphed my arm and pulled me out from under the bed, with all his strength.

I tried with all my 6-year-old powers to come free, but I don't think he even noticed.

His two other comrades wore masks too. The same pale faces, with big grins.

"This is for you" The dark voice said and threw me to the youngest boy. He couldn't be much older then me. Even though he seemed more mature.

The young boy let out a gasp and let go of my like I was venom. I landed on the wooden floor and looked up at him with frighted eyes.

"It can't be" The boy said and ripped his mask of.

I breathed heavily already, but when he took of his mask I breathed even harder. I looked right into two bright blue eyes, similar to mine and his hair was black, with a few spikes on the top.

"You – you look like me," I breathed out.

The young boy didn't answer. He looked at me, first with surprise, but then it turned to anger.

"You can't be," He snarled, "Your too pathetic to be related to me"

"No one looks well when we find them," The second voice said and placed a hand in the young boys hair, "Just accept it"

First now I really looked at the people around me. There were tree of them. The dark voice had belonged to a high and slim male, he was muscular and had dark hair (Even though it wasn't as dark as own). The second guy were even more muscular, he looked like a tower and scared me the most. Last was the young boy, and he just ... looked like me.

The young boy stared at me trough the holes in his mask and groaned.

"Fine" He mumbled.

"Wha-" I began, but suddenly a smelly potato sack was pulled over my head. I let out a yell in surprise and tried to struggle.

"Don't use all your air!" The second voice yelled to me. I felt the sack being taken from the ground and thrown over the second-voice (The muscular) mans shoulder.


"Wait a second!" Hikaru interrupted the story, "Are you saying that the ´young boy´ was your brother?" - And talking of brothers, Hikaru really wanted to get going, he had to meet up with Kaoru.

"He wasn't just my brother" Takao mumbled, "He was my twin"

"Your twin?" Haruhi said stunned, and looked at Hikaru that looked just as surprised.

"Yes, and I think it was him that shot you, the other day" Takao mumbled, "but I don't see why he would miss"

"What was his name?" Haruhi asked.

"We didn't have names. We were just given titles that our leader thought sounded good. My brother was called ´Satsui´, witch mean ´intent to kill or intent to murder´"

"What about you?" Hikaru asked. He couldn't help it; the story was carrying him away. Even though he tried to hide it.

"My name…" Takao mumbled, "Was Hangoroshi … witch means ´half dead´ …


I had been pulled into the most feared gang in the country. We called ourselves; The Abandoned.

And we really were. Our gang had people from ghettos and some was like me, found alone in an empty house.

The first week was the worst. They brainwashed us.

I wont go in details, so let's just say that many of us didn't survive it.

I was still a kid so I ended in a patrol with some other kids. We were put in patrols after age. I was in the first and youngest group. There were four kind of patrols: The youngest from 4-13 years. The teens from 13-22 years. The adults from 22-50. And the elders from 50-80.

If you became over 80 you wouldn't be useful anymore and you were killed, but only few became that old.

The patrols all had duties. We (as the youngest) took care of getting food on the table. That may sound like a harsh job for kids, but we were grateful. Some of the other duties were much worse.

We stood up early everyday and snuck down to the nearest town and just took what we could get. Food, money, wallets, jewels and so on. If the leader were satisfied with what you brought he'd let you have an extra share of the food, but if he weren't satisfied, you wouldn't get food at all. And if you came home empty handed … you got punished.

I was good at stealing; I had ´the fingers´, like the leader used to say. I often got extra shares. But because I always got extra shares, the others in my patrol got extremely jealous, witch meant that I didn't have many friends. But I had one. My best friend; Yaku, witch meant ´misfortune or bad luck´.

My brother wasn't in any patrols; he slept in the leaders house and were his personal apprentice. I didn't get a chance to talk to him much, but sometimes he gave our patrol orders. I clearly remember the first conversation I had with him. I was nine.

"Excuse me Satsui … sir!" I said and poked him on the shoulder. I shouldn't have done that; he swept me of my feet, slammed me to the ground and held me down with his foot on my chest.

"Don't touch a man with higher status," He said and moved his foot, "Next time I wont let you of the hook, Hangoroshi"

"My apologize sir!" I said and got to my knees, "I just wanted to congratulate my brother, with his excellent results in the last run"

"Yeah… I was better then you right?" Satsui said and smirked.

"Y-yes" I said and tried to control my temper. I couldn't ruin this opportunity. If I found friends close to the leader, I would have a better chances to survive.

"I guess you'll always be the weak one of us" Satsui said and made a satisfied smile. I hadn't even realized how much it meant to him to be better then me. His twin.

The years went by, but the routines never changed.

Woke up – Stole from the town – ate – training – maybe a bit of brainwash – ate – and back to bed.

We only had two meals, breakfast and dinner.

It was like that for years, but when I became 12 and my world changed.

You see when we were out stealing; there would always be a person from the ´teen patrol´ with us. It was normally the same person every time. I hated him. He was called; Sogekihei, witch meant ´sniper´.

His job was to shoot us, if we tried to escape or was being caught. We were only kids and could easily be pressed, or tortured to say were we came from.

We never knew were he was, and that made us extra careful.

Once I was partner with Yaku (My friend). He was extremely clumsy, witch meant that he was often punished and forced to starve, witch made him very thin. He was a quiet boy that always got beaten up in the training. But not just in training, but also outside. I had had to save him thousands of times, but I didn't mind. I saved him, and he would back me up, and be my friend. I saw him like my little brother.


Takao stopped talking and pressed his eyebrows together.

"What's wrong?" Haruhi asked worried.

"Oh … nothing" Takao mumbled, "let's just say that I did a bad job, as a brother"

"What happened?" Hikaru said and tried to sound like he didn't care.

"Well … " Takao began and sighed, "I was careless …


"Come on Yaku, you falling behind!" I yelled to the slim boy behind me. He was doing his best to catch up with me, but his breathings were already deep and rasping.

"Hang!" He exclaimed (That was his nickname for me), "Could we please slow … down?"

"No, then the others will get the good things. Hurry! You can do it!" I yelled and didn't slow down.

"I – I can't" Yaku breathed out and collapsed on the ground.

I immediately stopped and hurried back to him.

"Yaku please" I said and helped him up, "We'll get in trouble, I don't want to see you get punished again" I really didn't.

"I'm sorry," He whispered.

"Come on, I'll carry you!" I mumbled and turned my back to him. He didn't hesitate to agree. It was lucky that he wasn't heavy at all. I ran much faster then before, while I listened to Yakus heavy breathings.

Finally I found a good place.

I could smell the food from the open window.

"Let's take this place," I whispered to Yaku.

"Okay" Yaku mumbled and jumped down from my back. He's breathings were normal again, but I knew he still were tired, his body was really weak.

"I'll do this, and you'll keep watch out here" I said and pointed on the ground.

"Okay" Yaku whispered, he was use to me doing the work.

I gave him a quick smile, before I got to work; I slipped over to the window without making a sound and had to jump to reach the window.

I slowly pulled myself up in the arms, so I could glare inside. A big man was baking something and it smelled good. He didn't even notice my blue eyes, narrowing on the smoking bread in his hands. He lay it on a the counter and washed his hands free from flour.

I followed his movement and waited until he were out of the kitchen. Then I pulled myself inside, still soundless and hurried to graph everything I could carry. I would make sure that me and Yaku would win today. I wanted to see Yaku eat extra, like I did so often.

I jumped onto the counter, but didn't notice a fork that I accidentally pushed, so it landed on the floor.

"I think I heard something from the kitchen," A woman's voice suddenly said.

"Damn it" I said between clenched teeth and hurried back to the window.

"Yaku? YAKU!" I yelled.

"Not you punks again!" I heard behind me. It was the big man; he held a large rifle and pointed it right at me.

Finally Yaku showed himself under the window.

"Catch!" I yelled and threw the food down. The leader wouldn't accept it, if it were dirty. Yaku caught most of it.

The man shot and I felt an unbelievable pain in my shoulder. I cried out in pain, and fell out of the window.

"Hang!" Yaku yelled and dropped all the food to catch me.

I yelled in pain when his hand touched my sore shoulder.

"Hang" Yaku mumbled, "It'll be all right, I promise" Yaku had tears in his eyes. He was such a weeper.

"R-un" I breathed out, but Yaku shook his head, "I wont leave you!"

"I need a minute, and then I'll catch up with you" I said and breathed out in pain. I had lost too much blood already and it kept flow from my shoulder.

"Look what you did to my food!" The man yelled from the window and pointed at the food on the ground, "You're going to pay for that!"

He pointed the gun at me again. I stared at him, tried to show no fear at all, but suddenly a body covered mine.

"Yaku?" I breathed out, "What are you-"

The rifle shot!

Everything happened so fast, that it took me a minute to understand.

Yaku had thrown his body between the rifle and me. I gasped out in fear. Yaku's breathings became even deeper and he stared down at me. His eyes were widen and shook a little

"Yaku" I whispered, my voice almost gone.

He coughed loudly and little blood drops landed on my face, but I didn't even blink. I just exclaimed a loud sob and couldn't move.

He stared at me with widen eyes for another second and then collapsed on top of me.

"Don't think I let you of the hook!" The man shouted and I heard him head for his door.

I kept sobbing, while I fought to push Yaku's dead body away from me. My hands shook and my shoulder were still bleeding, but I managed to get out and jumped to my feet.

I turned around and began to run, leaving Yaku's body behind.

The man yelled something after me and tried to shoot me, but I rounded a corner and escaped.

I collapsed up against a wall, my breathings irregular and my shoulder leaking all my strength. I had clenched my teeth so hard together that it almost hurt and I tried to press my hand against the wound on my shoulder, but my hands shook to much and the blood just ran down my fingers.


Poor Yaku. :(

This was the first part of Takao's story. I'll upload as soon as I can. ^^

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