Please, please be here for me, dear.
Never had he imagined that a thirteen year old boy would make him this happy. His bloodlust gave him a false sense of happiness- it was control that he wanted and got out of murder. Not happiness. In fact, especially with children the same age as his wonderful boyfriend, there was something deep down that ached when he ended a life.
'Cause I've never needed a friend more, and I can't stress enough how much it means to me that you're trying.
Shishio was born in the summer, a beautiful May evening when the sky was a lovely blend of oranges and purples. He was a rather large baby, and unfortunately, this caused his mother her life. His mother had been the one person in his life who loved him unconditionally up until recently, his father having tried to kill him when he was still in the womb a few times.
It was hard to say whether his father was more distressed about his mother's passing or his birth. He grew up in a household full of hatred and neglect, women and men coming and going, always forcing themselves on a young Shishio. From a young age, he had planned to get rid of his detestable father for good.
On a miserable winter morning, Shishio beat his father to death with his own fists. Tears had streamed down his cheeks, and he begged for forgiveness as his fists dented his father's skull before causing it to cave in- leaving him momentarily braindead before he bled out.
Fleeing the scene with tears and snot clinging to his face, he took to the life of sleeping in back alleys and doing unspeakable deeds to earn enough cash to eat. Eventually, this life caused him to realize that his lust for blood was strong, and that he didn't care for anybody or anything.
...Except a thirteen year old boy. It was after he had taken down the heroic duo, Water Hose, that he joined the League of Villains. He didn't have any motivation besides being protected against any police force that would come after him for murdering children by the dozen.
Sometimes, he wonders if that's still the truth.
And I don't mind if you can't hold me like you used to, 'cause I've never hated myself more.
He'd changed for Netaro. Everytime the boy was around, he felt as though everything was okay, but the feeling of not being good enough lingered just enough to make his eye misty when he tried to sleep at night. He would do good by Netaro, even if it took the rest of his life.
...This is just a bump in the road, and I promise I'm trying.