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Prologue: A New Life
"...as of today in the latest world news, the daughter of the group of these rebels was found. No wounds or anything happened to the girl. She was unharmed but felt traumatized at the events. We asked the parents of the head family of the Loomis for questions or an interview…they denied. We will be covering soon-"
A flash on the TV has occurred when someone flipped the channel to a ball game. The room was filled with people on a dock-like structure with a bar and grill. Having fun and good times. A United state flag was hung on a wall near a few Presidents, some dead and recent ones. About 50 to 100 people were here, enjoying their drinks and someone's birthday party, all but one man was sitting alone in far left coner by the window, in a brown-bomber style jacket with a few pouches and a few pins, navy-blue pants and black-flat shoes. He had a "dallas mustache" with brown hair and man was about late 20's, 29, maybe 30 years old.
He was currently drinking a few beers while watching the game of football on TV., he smiled as one of the team he was betting on was winning, by 14-8, almost coming to a halftime it seems, then his phone rings. The man sighs in annoyance but answers, "Hello?" The man said, taking out a cigarette box and lighting it up. "Reese? Carpenter? That you?" A voice on the phone asked. It was male with a heavy Boston accent. The man or Reese Carpenter rolled his eyes and laughed as he knew who it was, "What you laughing?! My team is gonna win! Watch!"
"Hehe, don't bet your ass on' them. 14 to 8? Eh…not likely, Mac. The boy's been getting lazy and now watch them go." Reese said and laid back as the game of football was happening. The man on the phone groaned as he knew he was going to lose. "Y'know, it's never too late to change ya mind?"
"Go piss an ant's house…" Reese laughed and so did the man on the phone. After all the laughter and comments the man on the phone cleared his throat, "As much I would say you would win this bet…that's not what I've called you about."
"Yeah? What's the matter?" Reese asked and took a sip of beer and looked around a bit and stood up and took the free beer and left the bar and grill.
"I got a job for you. Well simple and easy…not exactly easy but something to handle. You know them son of a bitches named William Sullivan and that fuckin' Japanese guy named…umm, #######? Botana or whatever… that famous prick pianist and gangster? Who was in all of that debt from Ali Oxford 5 years ago?" The man asked. Reese confirmed, "Well…he's dead, the Sullivan. And his girl as well, I think…Don't know where that Japanese guy was but heard he was a gangster, Yakuza I mean. Heard from intel that they have a few warehouse stations set in a few blocks in Boston. One in City Point, Castle island. A bounty on their heads is about $1,000,000, maybe more. Want in?"
Reese finished his beer and flicked off his cigarette and walked to his car, a bright red and white Ford Mustang 1967 Shelby GT500, a rare and old muscle-sport car. It takes a moment for Reese to reply as he goes to his trunk and opens a briefcase of a cloth-like mask, two M-1911 pistols, along with a few hunting knives and an M16 with a suppressor and scope attachment. He sighs, "Of course. Send me the coordinates, I'm already making there as we speak…" Reese said. His tone was monotone and cold-like as he grabbed the mask and started his vehicle and drove off the bar.
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In the area of Boston, A Warehouse in Castle island…
A Japanese man with dark-purplish hair in a jacket with blue-jeans and shoes with a gun on his hip walking to a room. From there another man was at a table, with bags of paper and money, a few people were counting, as the man was writing on the board. "Boss about those supplies…aren't they gonna, you know or are they-"
"Are they low? Of course they are. All of them. Been working on something to try to get them selling again." The man or Boss, sighs and pinches his head a bit in frustration, "Suppliers from the Underground are on hold 'cuz of them rebels. They're scared as of this moment." The Boss said and sat down on a chair and took a sip of water a bit. "Trying to see if someone would buy and of course…no one doesn't want to."
"Well…why not with other Yazkuas? Maybe the ####### family?" The man with purple hair said. The Boss snicker and shook his head.
"Hell no. They made sure they don't want to be involved in these trades. Bullshit I say…Even if they want to…how the hell are we gonna send our supplies to them overseas?" The Boss took another sip, as the man with purple hair just rubbed his neck.
The Boss looked at him, "That's not actually what you wanted to talk about, right?" The man went eye-wide but nodded, "Well…aside from the lack of supplies. I wanted to say we found this little shit messing with us for a while." Then he placed a photo of a dark-maroon hair boy, either the age of 5 or 6, with bright orange eyes that looked with nothing but fury, "We caught him. Finally we caught him trying to sabotage one of our trucks and took a little cash. The hell is up with this kid?"
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The Boss can just only stare at the photo. As if he was in a trance, then he looked at the man. "...I know who's kid it is. You of all people should've known who it is."
"Wha-?" The Boss grabs the man by the collar and to a wall and shoving the photo of the boy in the man's face with an fearful but raged look.
"This is Sullivan's kid! The fucker that you and him who been in debt for so long, you dolt! You and Shawn should've finished him when he was at that park!"
"Well…Well I didn't know it was his kid! I wasn't gonna kill him…yet."
"Yet? YET?! Idiot, do you not think that he would've told the police?!"
"Who the hell would listen to him? Think the police would help? Not in an million-"
*BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!*
The man with purple hair jumped and ducked as gunfire enroaded outside of the room. The Boss took cover and grabbed a gun underneath his table. A few screams can be heard, along with fire of a gun that seems to shoot nearly everywhere. "Shit! Shit! Shit! SHIT! Is that the feds?!" The man said.
"Hell no. Whoever it is…we're dead, anyway." The Boss said and pulled the trigger on the man with purple hair. He fell over near the door and grasped his neck as it was shot. He gave a shocked expression as the Boss ran with only just the money as he was bleeding out. The Boss ran and saw a few of his men on the ground dead, some were running in the distance until they were gunned down by a mysterious figure.
The Boss gave a horrified look but looked for a nearby vehicle to escape. Their warehouse has been compromised and discovered, but who is the question. Then he saw a parked SUV near a check-in post that was heavily gunned down, thankful the vehicle had no bullet holes or been shot up. The Boss unlocked the driver side door, he placed the bag of money on the passenger seat and started to start the car till he felt his arm get shot. Luckily it only made a cut, not through. Then he sees the mysterious figure aiming an assault rifle at him. He had a perfect angle to finish the Boss, it was playing him, then the Boss took cover and blindly fired his pistol and then got out of the SUV.
Then the figure started to shoot and so did the Boss, for the Boss he let the SUV go by unlocking the brakes and moving it forward as cover. But the figure grabbed a short-pipe like bomb and threw it at the SUV. One would assume it would explode, however, it unleashed a white smoke. Then the Boss started to cover and his eyes were watering, 'Damn it! Tear gas!' The Boss thought to himself as he left the mist of the tear gas, leaving his cover and the money behind as he saw the figure more clearly. All in a blue-like suit, blue blazer and slacks with flat-business shoes with a white vest and black tie and a cloth-looking mask.
The Boss took off running and dodging the gunfire from the figure to whom at that point from the Boss was a man by now, judging by clothing, the boss went back to the warehouse center and picking up a more of a shotgun he then notice of the one the locked doors he knew from this morning was locked but now unlock. Then he heard a creak sound to his right, he aimed and fired the shotgun. Nothing. Then on his left, he fired again, nothing. He fired two shots and he reloaded. The man was behind him, but the Boss headbutted him quick, making the masked man stumble back from the blow but recovered quickly enough to roll away from the Boss who fired his shotgun.
"I know who this is that wants to kill me! But who are you?! A hired gun?!" The Boss yelled and fired one last shot to where the man rolled. "Listen here you motherfucker, I know those tricks and shit. You're not gonna fool me! Even if you would hide…I know my surroundings pretty well, fucker!" Then the Boss quickly turned around and shot in back where the man was laying an ambush, the man was indeed shot but on his arm. The mysterious man was now wounded, a sigh escaped from him, he was getting more and more sloppy it seems. The Boss aimed the shotgun directly at his head, "Hehe, from that mask and that pin I see there, I know you're pretty dangerous and cocky. Took all my men, but not me? I know who you are. And who do you think you are to kill me?! I had a fair share of dealing hitmen and now you'll be last to deal with. I guess it's time for you to retire…Rook. Now-"
*BLAM!*
The Boss touched the back of his neck and noticed it was bleeding and turned around and gave a surprised-defeat look when the boy, the same one he saw on the photo with dark-maroon hair and bright orange eyes, held a gun. The boy was struggling to keep the gun in his hands since it was heavy but managed to shoot the Boss on the back of his neck, the Boss could only just look shocked by this as the Man stabbed him on the side and his neck. He was struggling and fighting the man but the man held a tight grip despite being injured, "Shhhhhhh…don't fight it now. You should've taken the shot when you had the chance, asshole." The man quipped as he landed a final blow by snapping the Boss's neck in quick succession.
The man dropped the Boss to the ground. He chuckles and sighs but then notices the boy still holding the gun and pointing at him. The boy looked angry as hell and was again struggling to hold the gun up as it was heavy for him at his age. The man held his hand up and slowly walked towards the boy, who was slowly walking back, "Hey. Hey kid…I'm not here to hurt ya. It's okay. It's okay…it's over." The Man said. It seems to calm the boy but still hold his guard, "Here if this makes you feel better…" The man took off his mask and revealed it was Reese. Reese knelt down to eye-level to the boy, now the boy lowered the gun down, "...See? Better?" The boy nodded, "What's your name?" Reese asked.
"...'' It took the boy a few minutes to respond. He took a few breathes, "...I-It's Kenny. Kenny Sullivan." Kenny said. Reese noticed Kenny had an English accent, a bit high-pitch, then again he was child…that just witness Reese murder someone and him firing a gun, so being traumatized by this would affect a child like this.
"Well…Kenny, do you know where your parents are?" Reese asked.
"My father is dead. My mother was here with me on a boat but…left. Left me in the station and never came back. I miss them." Kenny said. It seemed the boy was going to cry till Reese put his hand on Kenny's shoulder, making Kenny look at him in his face.
"You're father…I can't help or do much since he is, well, gone, but we can see if we'll find your mother. You have my word. Now come on, we need to leave." Reese said. Then he grabs the boy and holds him in his arms to his shoulder as they leave the now gunned down warehouse and into his car, place Kenny in the back while Reese starts the car up and picks up the phone. "Mac. It's done. He won't be a problem any more. I'll call you at my place. I have something to tell you."
"Alright, Carpenter. See ya in a bit." They said goodbyes as Reese drove off the warehouse. Kenny from the backseat turned around and saw the place and a certain boat he knew that looked familiar to him.
Unbeknownst to them, the man with dark-purple hair was still bleeding from the wound on his neck but still pressing to at least buy him some time to call someone, despite being in blood and planking in and out. He waited and waited for someone to pick up but no one did. He then sends a voicemail message as his final action…"(H-Harumi? Are you there? I-I-I know I messed up so, so, so, bad. Now…it's over. All over. Please…please take care of our child now…it's all on you. G-G-Goodbye…I-I…l-love you…)" The Man said in all of japanese as he sent the message and finally bled out of his neck wound and lay on the ground as sirens of police were drawing closer and closer in the distance.
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(9:55 PM): Boston, Massachusetts, The Home Of Reese Carpenter…
"If I'm gonna be honest here Mac. I have no idea what to do with this kid. Let alone, raising one. Kid is traumatized and abandoned by his mother, who said they were on this boat leaving England and one of these docks in Boston. Mother is American with dark-reddish hair or something' and to be real here…we ain't gonna find her anytime soon." Reese said and took a puff from his cigarette. His house was big, not a mansion mind you, but a simple 2 story house. He was outside, on the front porch, looking at the night city and the sky.
Mac on the other hand to who was with Reese on the porch on a chair taking a sip of liquor was bit in a thinking trance as much to Reese. He looks at Reese, "Well. There isn't much we could do. Either give to Child service or…take him in." Mac said. Making Reese turn and giving a shocked and disgusted look to Mac, "What? Look at you! You're only 32 years old! You're getting old and sloppy. Even cocky now. Lucky the pricks you took down were terrible shots but you almost got killed by the Boss."
"But he's just a kid. A kid! I don't even know how to raise one…it didn't work the first time and I don't have one." Reese said. He put his hand on his face in frustration and groaned a bit, Mac came to his side and placed a hand on his back, "(Sigh) Mac…don't. Don't try to be inspirational. We both you know you're fucking terrible at that." Reese said. This made both of them laugh.
"Haha, I wasn't trying to asshole. But still…you need someone to carry on this. Look at yourself again. Think. And besides, from what you have told me, I think that kid has potential. Didn't you say he lived on the streets for 5 weeks…on his own?!" Mac said.
"That's what he said. Told me all in the car. Able to steal and evade from the police and a few gang lands as well. He knows his ways in and out. Even calculated store hours and people's home time and work to take supplies and food. But…he's still a kid." Reese said and Mac rolled his eyes and walked away a bit. "What you want me to say or do, Mac? Train him? Make him a killer? He should be ``I don't know… a cop or something?"
"And be on someone else's other payroll or a scumbag on the damn streets? What we do in this core is to get rid of scum. That's what we been taught and followed this code after that war we fought, remember that?!" Reese remained silent and Mac sighed in defeat but did land a blow to those words, he got off the front porch of Reese's house and made his way to his Jeep and turned around to Reese again, "It's better for that kid to learn about this world. He doesn't have to be this American dream child they want. Just raise the way you can. But he should become a new member of the clan. We need new blood for the next generation. Call me when you've made your mind." Mac finished and got to his jeep and took off. While Reese could blankly stare as Mac drove from the distance, he picked up his case of left over beer and bottle of liquor and made his way inside.
He was stunned to see Kenny on the living room couch with a book and a pistol nearby. But Kenny was focused on the book. Reese was having a fight in his mind. He placed a hand on his chin and these were on his mind, to give the kid to the system or train him, boy's do have a natural way of handling a gun, despite being young, a child at his age won't even live on the street without an adult but he did, for five weeks. Even was shocked to know he made a hand crafted knife with nothing but cloth and shards of glass, he even has it with him. So much this kid can do on his own, just a matter of-
"I want to be like you."
Reese snapped out of his mind and looked at Kenny. Kenny was looking at him in the face. Reese failed to notice there was a hint of a faint but very noticeable scar on Kenny's right eye, not on top or bottom but to the side of his eye. "What…?"
"I…I want to be like you. I heard what the man, Mac, wasn't?" Reese nodded, "Then I accept to become what he said and-"
"Kid! Do you…Do you even have an idea…A clue?! A fucking clue of what you're asking for?! To be?! I have done of what you seen I can do! And you want to follow this road?!" Reese shouted. He expected the boy to cry when yelled. Kenny didn't shed a tear nor give a frightened look, but a blank stare with those orange eyes he has. Reese calmed down and sat in a chair that was in front of the couch Kenny was sitting on. They sat in an awkward silence for the moment till Reese made his final decision. He sat up straight and looked dead at Kenny, who was doing the same. He took a few breathes and pulled out a pistol, his own and a mask and a key and placed it on a table. Kenny looked at these objects and to him.
Then Reese now spoke, "Fine. Fine…if Mac is right about this and what I've heard from you. You do have potential to become one of us." Reese held up his cloth mask that was a bit stained with blood, "This here is my first mask the clan I am in have given us or we have to make our own. This clan I have been with since after I was discharged from the army after this war with them and others happened from 7 years ago, at that time you weren't even born. But these people have a sense of wanting to expose true corruption in the world, give a new name of justice, protect the poor, the weak, the vulnerable from scum that have polluted the world. This organization has started the since the year that the 13th Amendment was created, these band of Union soldiers and now-freed slaves grouped up to expose and kill the wicked and scum. Even taken contracts to hunt down and kill a few politicians, gangs and leaders a few times in the past and has evolved over time and time." Reese stopped and saw that Kenny was paying full attention to this and he continued, "All in all, we in the public of modern times are called vigilantes by some, hitmen or assassins by all. Anyone, male and female and no matter what you are, is welcomed and trained. But…we have lost a lot of members from…the wolves. A merc group in the Asia part of the world since a few years ago. We…need a new generation of people for the Avenging Angels and Wrath of The People. I am part of the Wrath of the People. But now…here's the choice." Reese then pointed to the mask and pistol on the left, "You can become one of us. Learn ways of combat, escaping when of capture, understanding of weapons, explosives, understanding of how to manipulate and negotiate to people of all types of life, even knowing how to spot liars and a threat just by look and aura. Or…" He points to a key of his car, "I would personally take you in to the system and give you up to forester care for your new life. This…all of this would be forgotten and it never happened. But the way you handed that gun after you shot that bastard, I can tell you wanted to know more of who killed your father and possibly have taken your mother as well. If you want to avenge your father's death…do you want to become part of us or live a normal life?"
Kenny took a moment and looked at all of these objects one by one. Over and over again. Then he pointed to the left and looked at Reese in the face. Reese smiles and hands the mask to Kenny. Kenny looked at it and…smiled. "Alright then. Then it's final. But…" Reese then placed both of his hands onto Kenny's shoulder, "...I would tell you this right now. This life. This life would not be easy, the training would make you even hate me or us in the long run. This life won't even be easy to handle or take for a weakling. Don't try to get attached to people. Even if you fall in love and shit, don't even think about starting a new life. This is your new life. You will be exposed to the real world. Real evil and scum of the Earth. Tell me right now…Are you ready, boy?."
"...Yes. Yes I am."
Reese nodded but still gave a smile to him despite that this would change Kenny. Forever. "Then let's begin." Reese said as he pressed a button and revealed a hidden space of a training room of all fighting and firearm equipment one could dream to have one day, "Let's do this." Reese said, as the both got to fighting stance and begin this new life…
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Many years later…
"...HELLO! Hello, folks, as of today is the markings of the finals track race of Harry's School of the Gifted Minds vs Hilltop Private High, two of the most prestigious-private schools ever in America! And here's our runners! From Hilltop High is top champ Zach Kruger, one of the top students of Hilltop. Have been getting accepted to high-level universities from around the globe and now is his final year of school." The Speaker said and crowd of people cheered as a tall but fit young man, 18 years old with blonde hair and blues, walked up and giving a few poses and stretches as the cheering rages on as a familiar and grown student who was 17 years old with the same dark-maroon hair and oranges eyes came out and was side to Zach, it was Kenny, he too was fit and somewhat more fit than Zach but equally close, "Whereas our other runner, Kenny Roosevelt Sullivan, a 11th grader in Harry's School of the Gifted Minds, is the only very few youngest highest student in the school ever with nothing but a GPA of 4.0, smartest of the smartest but is he the fastest compared to Zach?! Let's give our runners a round of applause, please?!"
The crowd clapped and cheered as this was the final spring track run before the end of the school year. Both of them got in position to run as the countdown started, before it was finished, Kenny looked to Zach who did the same, "Best of luck?" Kenny said and gave a handout for a handshake. But Zach slapped it off and gave a cocky smirk.
"Please. I'll beat down any underclassman in my way. You better break a leg and die off, creep!" Zach said. One would expect Kenny to be upset, but he shrugged his shoulder.
"Alright. If you say so, blonde-fuck." Kenny said, causing the blonde to be given a threatening upset-glare but this was the perfect moment as a fire was shot, and Kenny bolted out of his position, making Zach be dumbfounded look and behind as he too ran as fast he can but Kenny was far from reach as they jumped from hurdle to hurdle, Kenny has no problem jumping from one to one, to where as Zach had jumped but knocked a few down as an attempt to catch up to Kenny. Kenny was in the lead in all ways, as soon as they were almost by the line to cross, Zach tried to knock down Kenny with a leg sweep but failed as Kenny just jumped-dashed it and crossed the finish line. Kenny knew how to upset the cocky-blonde just by a few words, the blonde was beyond upset to hell as he gave Kenny a glare to which Kenny just clapped his hands as the crowd of people of both schools cheered on and on. Reese with the crowd smiled, clapped and laughed as now he was in his late 50's, 56 years old, cheering on his son's victory.
After that victory and claiming first place trophy, they went out to a local Italian-pizza joint and dined out. After placing their orders and a seat near a window, they sat down with drinks, "Look at'cha another first place trophy, telling me you won't take place in another race and win it anyway?" Reese said and chuckled a bit. Kenny did snicker a bit, took a sip of coke and shrugged his shoulders.
"I suppose I can take a break from my other means of work, in favor of running. You know I like to run as a hobby, right?" Kenny said and Reese nodded.
"And with all of them A's and top work, you'll be heading to the big leagues no time soon. Which truth be told, I'm proud and scared. I mean…look at ya. Healthy fit 17 year old, with a high GPA. Been getting a hell amount of mail from schools already, even one from your home country, Oxford University. But something even better…" Reese from his shirt pocket pulled out an envelope and slid it to Kenny's side of the table. Kenny took and opened it up and saw a letter. Kenny then read the letter…
"Hello, Mr. Sullivan! From our school scouts of our school, we have been keeping an I on you for a while and have finally decided to pick you as the Ultimate Track Runner! For you, it is an honor, an honor of the greatest achievement you have done. For a school like us, there hasn't been many Ultimate's who are involved in sports, but for this year and in the history of Hope's Peak Academy, the sportsmen and women are now growing and growing! With another topic at hand, this year we have the biggest amount of Ultimate's in history we have, of Class 77! For the school year to start with this huge class, we'll be splitting into two classes, Class 77-A and B! You'll be part of Class 77-B! We hope to see you there soon for orientation and the start of the fresh new year." Kenny finished reading the letter. Reese kept a smile on his face as Kenny kept looking at the letter.
"Well, kiddo? What do you think? Better than-"
"I'm not going there. Hell no." Kenny said. Even placing the letter back on the envelope. Reese blinks a few times as the food has arrived, a large cheese-pizza with pepperoni and meat as the toppings; they take a few slices for each.
Then Reese, from eating a bit, cleared his throat and looked at Kenny, who was enjoying his food, "Why not, kiddo? That right there is the biggest opportunity to get. Better than America I would assume."
"But the school itself is in Japan and for me to attend there and live in…Japan? Yes. I know how to speak and write in Japanese, if you remember, but…move, again? Don't you bloody remember why we did that?" Kenny said and took a bite and whipped his face off with a napkin to remove some sauce off his lip and hands. "Besides…shouldn't they know what I actually do for a living? What we do?"
Reese looked in silence as Kenny continued to eat his food and he resumed eating as well but stopped midway and looked at Kenny again, even Kenny looked back as well, "Look, kid. I know. I know that I said that…making a new life would be impossible…but now? I think we can change that."
"Why? Why the hell now? You said when I was a child that no matter what good thing happens or anything, this is my life. Nothing more. Why change now?" Kenny said, giving off a more frustrated look. Reese sighs and sits back and takes another sip of beer.
"Because since you found the sonofabitch who killed your father and mother in Rio back in your 10th grade year, you caught him, came back with his head and covered in blood and scars. I assumed on that day, the very fucking day that would be the end of it. You were nothing but 15 years old and you found who did it by means of your intelligence that outsmarted me and Mac! I thought it was over, even the clan thought as well. But you said from your own words that day…you will still continue to serve us, fight the scum, for the people and all for the people." Then Reese grabs the letter and looks at Kenny, "This right here can finally tell you to start living like a teen and be you. Honest to god if I was you right now, I would've said yes." Kenny looks down and looks at the other table of a few teens with their parents, real parents and a couple. Reese notices this and Kenny looks back at him, "Ken…it's over. You have avenged them. You don't have to do this…not anymore at the moment. Please?" Reese said.
Kenny took the letter back and stared at it for a while. It brought about a flashback to when Reese gave him the options, become a member of the Clan as a contract killer or live a normal life and never get a chance to average your parents, become a dangerous individual with a purpose or a weakling with no purpose at all and be a coward to a scum. Kenny has a way of knowing an individual's intentions, a skill that is needed for a contract killer like him, but just from Reese or him raising him, all of Reese intentions were to become a talented but dangerous individual one shouldn't cross, especially if one is angry, find the one responsible of his parents deaths and be the end of it. Now with this letter and these words from Reese that Kenny knew what he was saying and predicted as well…
"You can now stop fighting and start living like a human. A teen, not a monster anymore. This is for you, not me. So…what's it gonna be?" Reese said and crossed his arms.
"Alright! Alright! Alright! Fine. If this would, um, make you and me happy as well. Then…I would go. I will go, make this new life." Kenny said, in a very sarcastic tone that did get the laugh of Reese and himself as they finished up eating their dinner and left the restaurant.
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Few days later, (Japan)…
"...how the hell do you read this and that?" Reese said. The both of them, with their items and cases of their belongings that have arrived in Japan's International airport. Kenny rolls his eyes and translates the words on the board. Reese nodded and rented a car. Of course since they're foreigners the car's were naturally or a bit small since both were tall. "Okay…this is the driver side, right?"
"Yes. It is the drive side." Kenny said. Reese playfully glared at him and chuckled a bit.
"Don't play smartass with me, kiddo. Now…" Reese started the engine, "Let's see about that special school. Orientation is happening today, right?" Reese asked as he drove and left the airport. Kenny took out the acceptance letter and told the date and confirmed and gave directions after he translated it.
After a long drive and sight-seeing, getting a few food to eat, and meeting a few other tourists for a while, they made it to the school. Hope's Peak Academy. The biggest school to be ever built and run for decades and decades to now. The school itself was big and brown with a few other buildings on the sides and back, then people were here already. Reese parks the car and turns off the engine, "Well…we're here and holy shit. Now that's a big school right there." Then Reese turned to Kenny who was just staring at the school, "Ready, yet, young man?"
"Hmph…" Kenny said as he got out and grabbed his letter.
"Hey! Once you're in there, I'll see what I can set up for us to live here. See you in a bit." Reese said.
"Same here." Kenny said and took a few breathes. It wasn't about the atmosphere that was bothering him, just a new place and setting. And of course a ginormous school was right in front of him. Kenny took a moment to look at himself, today he had on a dark-green jacket and black slacks and boots that were brown and a leather-type as well, along with wearing a white-shirt. He followed a line of students with a few adults of where to go, keeping his guard up a bit, he eyed every individual that was front, behind, side and next to him. 'No threats. Nothing suspicious at the moment. But I bet every single one is a bloody spoiled brat, or a rich individual by now.' Kenny thought to himself, there were a few other foreigner students as well, but the rest were all Japanese as they went to the gym.
From there all students gathered, some were here and others new. Kenny was the only one of the new students to go to the other side of the gym while the previous class on the other side, Kenny left, and the other's right. Kenny took a seat that was by the doors and sat there, watching every move each person did. Kenny in his mind seems to be more…of an outsider. Sure, he can be social at times but when it is necessary. Never be attached to people. Even have no friends. He knew it was necessary at that time and now, even now that Reese wants to "change" now, change this, all of this for the better. For the better future. Kenny mentally snicker at that. 'Future? What kind of future would I have now? After all the jobs and killings I've done…why change now?' He thought to himself as a well dressed man came out and stand on a podium with mic. He had dark-hair with purple tent and eyes while a light had shine on him, giving the whole students his attention…'Well then…this should be interesting.'
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To Be Continued…
