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It was a time of peace. Rid of both violence and crime, some at least, for the time being. You couldn't speak about the Mafia knowing that the single word crime would be etched into the name itself, like a secret message that almost everyone understood.
The Mafia had once been whole. They were all one big family, one big group of outcasts or highly intelligent men and woman, always looking out for each other and they had never, ever fought. But all that changed when sudden arguments turned into violent combats and bickering amongst the group appeared like a pest with a bite so strong you felt like you would die.
Fight after fight and no agreement could be seen in the sights of all those involved. Their fights always included open gunfire and usually ended up on the streets. Several people watching had been killed, striken down by the deadly bullets that littered the place like flies.
Eventually the citizens of the city had enough of their ongoing arguments and tried to put an end to the useless fighting, but it was in vain. The fighting continued, the death toll rose, and the Mafia was still a long way from every getting back together.
Before everything that happened Lord Uzumi, the Don, was the ruler above them all. Kindness dripped from his words and he held a great understanding for all of those he met. Being wise came with a price, especially in the Mafia where some would praise you and others would love nothing better than to see you get whacked.
His leadership had been strong, but not strong enough to keep some of the Mafia in restraints. Uzumi had called several meetings about what would happen in the near future, but before anything could be settled more than a few off the record acts had been taken.
Innocent people were shot, others robbed. The police were on Uzumi's tail, blaming him for all the crimes that had occured without asking any questions. The Don only responded with silence at that point, not wanting to rat any of them out.
Patrick Zala was the one that started it all.
His constant arguing and fighting against the Don earned him a lot of hatred from everyone else, but also gained the trust of many others. His words full of hate and lies swept among many like a wave of black smoke. They eventually got him chased out of the Mafia, but some followed or were forced to, thus creating the PLANTs.
It was a week before Patrick was chased away when Kira's birthday came around yet again. There had been a big celebration and he quite enjoyed himself, especially being around his best friend at the time and surrounded with a loving family, even the other Mafia members had shown up.
Athrun and Kira had only been kids at that time, both ten years of age. Their friendship was so strong that they were almost impossible to seperate. When the mafia broke apart, their lives seemed to as well.
The day they seperated had to be peaceful, causing the two friends to wish that this day would last forever and they wouldn't have to seperate.
In the garden that Lord Uzumi's house protected, they stood under a row of tall sakura trees with the wind gently brushing on them like a blanket. Blossums fell just like snow would onto the two figures standing under their limbs.
Athrun was dressed in a new suit that his father had bought him, colored green with a matching hat to go with it. Facing him with tear stained cheeks, Kira wore casual wear, refusing to dress formal around his friend who's father was so strict that it hurt to listen to him at times.
Silence echoed throughout the place and throughout their minds. Neither of them wanted to whisper those dreaded words, their final good-byes. While Athrun tried to plaster a fake smile on his face, Kira wore one of ultimate despair and depression.
The wind caused Athrun's hair to sway in the wind. He had to do this if Kira wasn't able to. He asked his friend to come and see him someday and told him that he would always wait for Kira, knowing fully that his father would want to see the brown haired boy killed, but couldn't help but offer some reassurance. Then just as he was about to say good bye for the last and final time, he moved his arms that had been behind him so that they were facing Kira and pulled out a gift.
It was a cage. Golden bars made the outline of it. A small black perch was placed near the middle and ontop of that was a small little bird. It's green feathers rustled as it cocked it's head from side to side, chirpping out the sweet sound of what was known as the word 'birdee'.
Kira's purple eyes stared at the delicate creature with a silent fascination flickering deep inside. He extended his had and accepted the gift while shaking at the same time. Grasping the cage to his chest, he stared at his friend and was about to issue his good-byes when a rough voice interrupted them.
Patrick Zala stormed towards the two young friends, anger evident in his voice. He flashed Kira a disgusted look and grabbed Athrun by the arm none to gently. With that he spun on his heel and walked off.
Kira ran after them, his free arm reaching towards them as his small legs carried him closer. Athrun had his arm out too, bitter sadness surfacing with each step he was forced to take by his father. He was thrown into a red car just as Kira neared.
The brown haired, purple eyed boy ran after the car, the word wait formed on his lips. Kira stopped running when the car sped off, leaving a cloud of dust behind, the only remainder of his best friend ever being there.
His memories began to fade just like the cloud of dust had that day as Kira grew older. The Mafia hadn't changed one bit, infact it had only gotten worse as each year passed, just as slow as the one before.
Kira hadn't seen or made contact with Athrun since that day. You couldn't say that he hadn't tried because the truth was he had numerous times, failing miserably each and every time. He had even been sworn death if he called their house one more time. A hit was placed upon Kira not too long after, but he had taken care of the assailant by himself.
Although he had lost most of his memories of Athrun, Kira never forgot who he was. More than often he would come home (on the nights that he actually did) and throw himself into his pillow with tears threatening to spill over whenever he remembered him.
Every day he would wonder and wonder the one thing that troubled him the most. His mind would replay that question over and over again like a broken record. It bothered him to no end and he promissed both himself and Athrun, even though he hadn't actually told him, that he would find the answer to that question someday.
Why didn't you wait for me?
Definitions
Chased- To be banished from the Mafia.
Off the record- An action taken without the knowledge of the Family.
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