Chapter 4

Mr. Tall and Scary left almost instantly, his threat still floating in the air. Was it possible to 'break in' a person, a soul? And most importantly, why the hell was Vegeta chosen? He lay back against the cold table, and stared intensely at the ceiling while Frank beckoned him with more questions.

"Do you have a spouse or girlfriend?" Vegeta threw him a faintly confused stare before shaking his head. "Alright good," Frank scribbled out more notes. "Do you have any family?"

Vegeta stared back at the ceiling. "Parents, they live up north, I haven't talked to them in a few years..." It seemed odd to this cold man on the table, that he ignored and abused any relationship with his parents, the people who Made him, and now when he was stranded and frightened he wanted so desperately to think Someone was out there worried, and looking for him. But no one would know. His neighbors never noticed him, hell the closed thing to a friend he had was the gym owner, down the street from his apartment. He had shared maybe three words with him.

He had no one.

Even the blonde from the train station, the person he risked his life for, didn't even know his name. He sighed softly as Michael aka predator, walked into the small room and took a seat in the corner watching Vegeta. His blue eyes looked over at Frank as he leaned back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling. Wasn't the ceiling popular tonight?

"Alright Ouji any notified medical records we should know about, diseases, allergies, ect."

"You know...for the dump I'm in right now, you guys sure are precise, why do you care about my allergies" Frank gave him cold eyes, eyes that said it was very vital that Vegeta told him everything he needed to know, everyone was still playing nice now. Vegeta would like to have kept it that way. He sighed while sitting up, despite the pain in his side. "N-no, no allergies or medical problems". Frank went to scribbling.

"So your name is Vegeta Ouji? I'm Michael." the tall brunette extended a hand and Vegeta took it cautiously. Michael only smiled. "Hey, I won't bite." He gave Vegeta a good sturdy handshake before glancing at Frank, "You done? Boss said I'm here to clear up a few things with the kid." Frank only sighed and stood up glancing at Vegeta. "Best of luck to you," the grin that was on his lips as he left the room was anything but friendly.

"Where am I?" Vegeta suddenly wasn't too shy to ask. It didn't hurt to try now did it?

"Now buddy listen, I'm here to help you out, and you need to take advantage of that, but there are some things I'm not allowed to tell you. Now Boss says-"

"Who's Boss?"

Michael frowned, "Let's try and ask me something I can answer, alright?"

"Why me, Michael I've never done anything to anybody..."

"Exactly Ouji, you just a good civilian like all the rest, but you have something the rest don't have. Today in the ally you attacked me, an armed stranger. Let me ask you something, did you even know the broad, the damsel in distress?" Michael sat in a closer chair and looked up at Vegeta on the table. As Vegeta ran his fingers through his short hair, dried blood flaked off his scalp, thanks to 'boss'. He frowned and scratched at his head violently, shivering from the experience as he shrugged to Michael.

"I sat next to her on the train this morning, she tried to talk to me but I blew her off."

"Why did you run after her?"

Vegeta looked at Michael fully now, his deep eyes were more curious then judgmental. Why had he gone after her? He scratched the back on his neck before staring at the floor, Imagine if he hadn't, he'd be home now, in his warm comfortable bed, staring at his ceiling...hating his life, and questioning it all. He looked at Michael with serious eyes. "I had nothing to lose Michael."

Michael gave him a proud smile, apparently receiving the answer he had wanted and leaned back in his chair. "Boss has been running a lovely little 'organization' for many years now. Mostly small stuff, gambling, prostitution, fixing boxing matches and horse races, but just recently he's began dipping into hit men. You could say we've been scouting for new students, and..."He clasp his hands together, "You've been enrolled!"

The world slowly began to spin as he watched the man in front him talking about these sins as if it were Sunday dinner with the wife and kids. "But why me..."

"Well, when I shot you: A.) I couldn't leave you to die with all the evidence laying around, not to mention I would have had to kill the damsel to keep it quiet enough for me to get out of there, B.) You had the balls to attack me in the first place, which I respect. And C.) mister good ole' boy, you have something in you, something normal people don't, you mean nothing to no one, and that will get you far in this business. I see potential."

Vegeta looked at him cocking his head to the side. "You spoke with a British accent this morning...didn't you?"

To this Michael only laughed. "It throws off the descriptions victims give cops a lot of the time, because people stereotype races so much. Blondie only heard a British guy."

Vegeta was left dumbfounded. "But you Look like a stereotypical British guy..." He rolled his eyes, "and why were you mugging someone if you're making good money through 'boss'" The last word rolled off his lips laced with sarcasm, though Michael simply ignored it.

"Before Boss found me I'd been mugging for 10 years, old habits break hard." And with an almost humorous irony he pulled a cigarette out of his shirt pocket and lit it.

"What if you and 'Boss' were wrong and I'm not assassin material?"

"Excuse me; we like to use the term 'hit men' if you don't mind." He grinned, "Or ninjas," His face grew solemn as he took a long drag on his cigarette as if it'd help delay his response, "If you don't work out, we'll finish the job I started today and kill you." Vegeta felt himself go still, kill or be killed, it certainly wasn't a motto he'd expected to live by, but regardless it seemed his options were limited at this point.

"So do they just tell me to go kill someone and I do? I may need to point out I lack the skill of hunting people down and killing them on my resume."

Michael got up from his chair and stomped out the butt of his cigarette, "You'll go through training like everyone else, you'll be prepared before you go out on a job."

The Boss's words came back to him from earlier with haunting freshness, "Breaking me in?" The words made his entire body shiver as he glanced up at his 'friend'. Michael only gave him one small sympathetic look, before glancing down at the ground, he licked his lips slowly.

"No Ouji, most men come to Boss out of desperation, hell, everyone that works for him has screwed their own life up to much. They have nothing to go back to, and they certainly have no moral to strive on. You..." He walked over to the opened door, "You have a lot to lose, you have moral, and a conscience, and those things scare Boss." He glanced over his shoulder, "You have to sacrifice both to survive, but Ouji, and sleep well tonight, Boss has no plans of being that process till that wound is healed." He walked out the door and shut it firmly behind him, as Vegeta laid on the single metal bed he was provided he heard Michael lock the door before thumping up the basement steps.

He had to escape, before he had nothing to lose, before he belonged to the boss.

A/N Informative as far as chapters go, I believe anyways. I would really love some helpful reviews from everyone, I haven't gotten hardly a response at all, so just tell me if it's bad, or needs work, any criticism is Good criticism, and feel free to e-mail me anytime with advice and comments. The next chapter might take a little while to get up with the holiday season, and also a short story I intend on posting before Christmas, so stay on the look out!