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'...' Indicates thought
From last time: He then asked, "Hey Kid! What's your name?"
"Myojin Yahiko," I answered, "What's yours?"
"Nice to meet you Yahiko. You may call me Gasuke.
The Secret Kept From Yahiko
Chapter 1 ************** Yahiko POV
I happily followed Gasuke who was carrying Mommy to a big building. "This is where I live Yahiko," he said to me.
He brought my mom up a humongous flight of stairs and set her in a futon in a room. He caught me staring around the room in awe. It was so big! "Come Yahiko. You must e hungry. I'll get you some food and then I'll get a doctor for your mother."
I went with Gasuke to the kitchen where he gave me some miso soup and a rice ball. And then he disappeared and left me in the care of another large man. Gasuke came back a little while later with a man in a white coat carrying a heavy looking black bag. 'He must be the doctor' I thought.
The doctor went with Gasuke to my mom. An hour later he left. Gasuke came down the stairs and looked at me. "Your mother is very sick. And the medicine will cost a lot. You can help though Yahiko. We just need to teach you something. The art of pick pocketing," he proudly said.
Gasuke and another very tiny man started teaching me what they called pick pocketing. It consisted of me having to get an empty wallet out of the small man's pocket without getting caught. The only problem was that I couldn't seem to get the wallet out quietly or carefully. On about my thirtieth try the small man snapped.
"Stupid child!" he yelled at me. He raised his hand as if to hit me and from the looks of it- hard.
"Stop Soji." The firm voice of Gasuke interrupted the small man. "As your superior I order you not to hit him. That will come later, but only on MY order. Got that Soji?"
"Yes Sir," Soji replied meekly.
I myself did not understand all of what Gasuke had said, but the small man named Soji had not hit me. That was good right? Gasuke reached over and picked me up by the back of my shirt. He then carried me over to the back of the room where there was another door. He opened it and I realized that it was a bedroom because there was a futon on the floor.
"This is your room Yahiko," he said, "Now stay here until I decide to let you out."
After the door had banged shut behind him I realized that I did want to help Mommy, and the only way I was going to do that was to get the hang of pick pocketing. That thought in mind, I took off one my sandals and stuck it under the futon's covers. Then I practiced getting the sandal out without moving the blanket. I finally started to do it very well and I was proud of myself.
I woke up the next morning feeling very sore. I had fallen asleep on the floor while practicing "pick pocketing." I got up and stretched and winced as I heard my back crack. I hated that sound. After my cracks were over I went towards the door. I stopped midstep. I might only be five, but Gasuke had said not to leave until he said I could. So I sat patiently on the floor pretzel style and waited. The door opened fifteen minutes later, but to me it felt like an eternity. Gasuke was standing there.
"You may come out now Yahiko," he said crisply. I stood up and followed him out of the room.
Later that day Gasuke and Soji started to work with me again on pick pocketing again. After ten successful tries Gasuke told me to go try and get a wallet out of a man's pocket that was at the time playing dice with his friends. I stealthily crept over and very easily fished out his purse. Then, just to impress Gasuke, I took the wallets of every person playing dice. Piece of cake.
Gasuke patted me on the head and told me I had done a great job. "Just think Yahiko," he continued, "In a few days you can go earn the real cash."
************** Two weeks later **************
I had been bringing in a nice sum of money from people on the streets. And since no one expects a five year old to be the thief everything was going good until Gasuke dropped the bombshell.
It was 6:33 PM and I was walking in the front door with the day's earnings when Gasuke walked up to me. "Yahiko," he said solemnly, "your mother is dead. I'm sorry."
I stood there dumbstruck. Mommy couldn't be dead; she just couldn't.
"Yahiko I know that this is sad, but you still have to work for us. You need to pay off your mother's debts."
I ran off. I couldn't take it. I wouldn't work for them. Stealing was wrong. But something my mother used to say echoed through my mind. It was, "Yahiko, you are a Myojin and a Myojin will always honor his family." And then I knew I had to stick with the Shuei Yakuza Syndicate until whatever a debt was, was paid off.
************** Author's Notes:
Well what did you think? I really hated killing his mother, but alas as the story line goes she had to die( Next chappie to be updated as soon as I can type it (hehe) and I get lots of pretty reviews! At least four would be nice for the whole story! Well that's about it so I will see all of you soon! Abayo! (Bye!) ~LishaChan
'...' Indicates thought
From last time: He then asked, "Hey Kid! What's your name?"
"Myojin Yahiko," I answered, "What's yours?"
"Nice to meet you Yahiko. You may call me Gasuke.
The Secret Kept From Yahiko
Chapter 1 ************** Yahiko POV
I happily followed Gasuke who was carrying Mommy to a big building. "This is where I live Yahiko," he said to me.
He brought my mom up a humongous flight of stairs and set her in a futon in a room. He caught me staring around the room in awe. It was so big! "Come Yahiko. You must e hungry. I'll get you some food and then I'll get a doctor for your mother."
I went with Gasuke to the kitchen where he gave me some miso soup and a rice ball. And then he disappeared and left me in the care of another large man. Gasuke came back a little while later with a man in a white coat carrying a heavy looking black bag. 'He must be the doctor' I thought.
The doctor went with Gasuke to my mom. An hour later he left. Gasuke came down the stairs and looked at me. "Your mother is very sick. And the medicine will cost a lot. You can help though Yahiko. We just need to teach you something. The art of pick pocketing," he proudly said.
Gasuke and another very tiny man started teaching me what they called pick pocketing. It consisted of me having to get an empty wallet out of the small man's pocket without getting caught. The only problem was that I couldn't seem to get the wallet out quietly or carefully. On about my thirtieth try the small man snapped.
"Stupid child!" he yelled at me. He raised his hand as if to hit me and from the looks of it- hard.
"Stop Soji." The firm voice of Gasuke interrupted the small man. "As your superior I order you not to hit him. That will come later, but only on MY order. Got that Soji?"
"Yes Sir," Soji replied meekly.
I myself did not understand all of what Gasuke had said, but the small man named Soji had not hit me. That was good right? Gasuke reached over and picked me up by the back of my shirt. He then carried me over to the back of the room where there was another door. He opened it and I realized that it was a bedroom because there was a futon on the floor.
"This is your room Yahiko," he said, "Now stay here until I decide to let you out."
After the door had banged shut behind him I realized that I did want to help Mommy, and the only way I was going to do that was to get the hang of pick pocketing. That thought in mind, I took off one my sandals and stuck it under the futon's covers. Then I practiced getting the sandal out without moving the blanket. I finally started to do it very well and I was proud of myself.
I woke up the next morning feeling very sore. I had fallen asleep on the floor while practicing "pick pocketing." I got up and stretched and winced as I heard my back crack. I hated that sound. After my cracks were over I went towards the door. I stopped midstep. I might only be five, but Gasuke had said not to leave until he said I could. So I sat patiently on the floor pretzel style and waited. The door opened fifteen minutes later, but to me it felt like an eternity. Gasuke was standing there.
"You may come out now Yahiko," he said crisply. I stood up and followed him out of the room.
Later that day Gasuke and Soji started to work with me again on pick pocketing again. After ten successful tries Gasuke told me to go try and get a wallet out of a man's pocket that was at the time playing dice with his friends. I stealthily crept over and very easily fished out his purse. Then, just to impress Gasuke, I took the wallets of every person playing dice. Piece of cake.
Gasuke patted me on the head and told me I had done a great job. "Just think Yahiko," he continued, "In a few days you can go earn the real cash."
************** Two weeks later **************
I had been bringing in a nice sum of money from people on the streets. And since no one expects a five year old to be the thief everything was going good until Gasuke dropped the bombshell.
It was 6:33 PM and I was walking in the front door with the day's earnings when Gasuke walked up to me. "Yahiko," he said solemnly, "your mother is dead. I'm sorry."
I stood there dumbstruck. Mommy couldn't be dead; she just couldn't.
"Yahiko I know that this is sad, but you still have to work for us. You need to pay off your mother's debts."
I ran off. I couldn't take it. I wouldn't work for them. Stealing was wrong. But something my mother used to say echoed through my mind. It was, "Yahiko, you are a Myojin and a Myojin will always honor his family." And then I knew I had to stick with the Shuei Yakuza Syndicate until whatever a debt was, was paid off.
************** Author's Notes:
Well what did you think? I really hated killing his mother, but alas as the story line goes she had to die( Next chappie to be updated as soon as I can type it (hehe) and I get lots of pretty reviews! At least four would be nice for the whole story! Well that's about it so I will see all of you soon! Abayo! (Bye!) ~LishaChan