22/12/12 - EDIT!: I have gone through the entire story and revised the chapters. Nothing major has changes besides perhaps a few words here or there. If you want to re-read it feel free to. If you want to review but already have, just PM me, I won't bite :)
Someone was kind enough to inform me that I was spelling Seijuurou's name wrong so I've gone through all the chapters and changed that! Thank you very much for correcting me
Warning!: not many, the usual, mention of blood and somewhat mature subjects bordering on complacent killing etc. But that's the general warning for the entire story so if you're reading this chapter you must be fine with its contents.
Please enjoy despite the grammar and spelling mistakes I am prone to.
To the Untrained Eye.
First day at Seibu. First days apart
Once the door shut behind them Tetsuma knew his friend was in for a rough day. It wasn't very well known that Kid was actually a very sensitive person. He was prone to depression and was easily hurt by what people said to him, or about his family. He was embarrassed easily and often made a fool of himself if he wasn't careful.
So when kid played off a very uninspiring atmosphere, when he seemed closed off and pessimistic, it was simply a shield, a wall built to protect himself from the horrors of the world around him. Of course, Tetsuma knew better than anyone else. Well maybe not better than Sena of course.
He was amazed and grateful for the young brunette's interference in his depressed friend's life, for it was all the brighter now that they had joined the family. Of course, Tetsuma mused, joining the family also caused its fair share of depression and embarrassment.
The walk to the train station was quiet, Kid simply lost beneath his cowboy hat, and Tetsuma not one to start a conversation, but it was that kind of amiable silence that usually accompanied very close friends and was a testament to going through some very difficult times and trusting each other fully. So, in fact, it was perfect for both Tetsuma and Kid in the end.
They reached the train quickly, and even more quickly arrived at the school. They were escorted to the principal's office as soon as their passes were examined, and that's where they currently were, sitting before a rather... ambiguous character in a very western room. So western, in fact, that there were mounted skulls behind the ten-gallon-hat upon the rugged man's head.
"SO, what brings the almighty Di Fortuna to this humble little town?" the man asks, of course, he is the only other principal aware of the Mafia, the others had very little, if anything, to do with the mafia, or even the yakuza for that matter.
Sena had done that for a reason, giving only Tetsuma, Kid, Riku, and himself mafia related principals; while he had all the faith in Seijuurou and Kakei and Mizumachi, Sena knew that they were brash, and rather incapable of dealing with the type of psychological monsters that anyone involved with the mafia could be, especially when they had more than ten years of experience on any of Sena's guardians.
I, of course, am different
Kid took pride in being one of the main members of Di Fortuna's intelligence and interrogation team. While he was no enforcer- being one of the physically weakest of the group- he was one hell of an interrogator and deliberator. He played mind games, and played them well- and as annoying as it was that Sena could get one over him- Kid had the honour of taking the crown for being the best player in their group with the mind, and so, it could only be for that reason that Sena had given him and Tetsuma the only other principal who would play mind games with his students, if nothing else than to try and get one over on the infamous Di Fortuna famiglia of Italy.
"Well sir, I am not obligated to tell you, given you did not take the Omerta. What I will tell you is we have our reasons, and that I won't hesitate to kill you or any student should they give me or Di Fortuna any kind of trouble or threat." While Kid's voice was slow, even and lacking any kind of emotion, his eyes were steeled and hard, a promise of pain and humiliation present, and that alone was enough to silence the principal and send them on their way.
School was as usual a boring, predictable beast that tried to stifle students into submission by society's standards, and Testuma and Kid were thrust into it like new meat for the beast. Of course they were far too tough a meal for such menial men within their class. When they were introduced to their new homeroom members they were stoic, cynical and somewhat cryptic. By the end of the questioning session by more than a few overcurious girls Tetsuma and Kid were left well alone.
"Kid." Tetsuma asked, his voice low, and muffled by his heavily British accent. "We need to look for some kind of club, Meteora ordered us to."
A mumbled acceptance of this was all that was heard, that is until the swooshing sound of a slow moving projectile headed their way. Now, being mafia men you'd think this kind of sound would send their adrenaline rushing, but the sound was far too slow, nowhere near enough to even injure them. No, the sound was so familiar that Kid automatically threw his hand into the air and allowed that oval air-filled leather to slide into his fingers and rest there from its spin.
Both the mafia men looked incredulously at the worn orange-brown ball and then their eyes met. Both smiled, true smiles, it had been years since either of them had been in America, and years since they had seen the ball that was currently within Kid's long, capable hands.
They had been fourteen, Kid was being forced by his legendary father to learn a sport he had no interest in. His father was in the mafia, he had been in a gang since he was young, and had learned his skill of shooting through experience, he was a lot cleaner at the time than when he was younger, but at the same time he was not without a little dirty work, after all guns cost money, bullets cost money, targets cost money.
By default Kid was also in the mafia, nowhere near as involved as his father was at his age, but he had his fair share of rigorous hands-on training and hits, and by the time he was ten he had already killed more than one person. His father not only wanted him to be the greatest shooter in the 'pure world' but also in the 'mafia world' and so Kid grew up with the biggest complex a child could have, he eventually grew so tired of it, and that is when Tetsuma saved him with the childish game of throwing a ball back and forth behind their mansion on the hill.
His father had a guard, and by default yet again Kid was expected to have one too, luckily for him his guard was a child his own age, but it meant that the child was also suppressed beyond reason, taught into a shielded box that left little room for emotion and fun, because they were a mafia family, and also a family wanted as celebrities, it was a hard life for both of them, especially living two lives like they did.
It was at a time such as this, where their mafia lives haunted them, that Tetsuma and Kid met Sena and his brothers. At the time there were more than his permanent guards, there had been two more that stayed in the shadows, not wanting or needing to be seen. Kid and Tetsuma were trapped down an alley by a gang of about ten men who were after Kid because of the hit he had performed less than a week earlier. Now, usually Kid had his gun on him, while no one questioned this because of the medals in his room, it wasn't the practice pistol they thought it was. That day he had not brought it, and Tetsuma had only two clips for his own revolver. They – Kid- had been in a disagreement with his father and had stormed out only to be caught unawares by the thugs currently surrounding them.
Kid had sighed, and spoke of karma and optimism when suddenly an angel descended from the sky.
Now neither Kid nor Tetsuma believed in god or higher powers, their belief in angels came only from a belief that someone might save them, that there could always be miracles, their belief in angels came from a childish belief in beautiful women in long white dresses with wings that would wash away all pain and grief.
This angel was much different from their childish dreams.
This angel was a boy. This was the first difference.
This angel had no wings. That was the second difference.
This angel was covered in black cloth and blood accessories. This was the final difference.
As the boy descended, taking out at least half of the gathered men with movements of grace and balance, his deep, fathomless eyes met Kid's own and a smile lifted one corner of his lips.
More boys descended, equally black and coated in blood, each with somber expressions that mutely reminded Kid of Tetsuma once a strict order had been given him.
Soon enough, the men were either unconscious and tied up- Tetsuma was sure they were going to be interrogated brutally- or they were dead. Kid had the most unguarded expression upon his face as Tetsuma had ever seen and was just staring at the short, effeminate boy whom was practically dripping with kindness despite a face splattered with blood.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet the infamous Kid, I am Sena Kobayakawa, current leader of Di Fortuna and I have a proposition."
Of course, as this angel- errr Sena- spoke his guards surrounded him, and Tetsuma was in front of Kid in an instant, gun pointed and eyes set. Sena smiled, and more guns were pointed; only they were pointed at Kid and not Sena.
"I wish you to join my famiglia." Sena had proposed, and to this day Kid cannot figure out what it was that made him accept without question, it could have been that smile, or it could have been that the boy was simply an angel; hell, Kid didn't even know what Di Fortuna was, it wasn't a typical American influencing famiglia
That was all it took and soon enough Kid was moved out, Tetsuma in hot pursuit, and he could not find himself regretting it, because Sena had turned out to be the angel from his childish beliefs, he was simply a real life one that Kid could believe in instead of the fictional and slightly irrational belief of women in white dresses with wings that could wash away every pain and sin he had ever felt and committed.
"WooHoo, sorry my boys, that was a rogue ball by one of my useless freshman." A rather rowdy man explained a she rounded the corner towards the lazing Di Fortuna members.
Kid stood a snicker on his face and his hat pulled over his eyes to shield the calculating glaze that coated his irises. He never usually found something so interesting.
"No harm no foul sir, but, I wonder," he began with a droning voice only just containing his interest. "What would you think of two old fashioned cowboys joining your little corral?"
Immediately Tetsuma perked up and snorted his agreement, and as soon as Kid had finished his drone the coach, a plump man who adorned a cowboy hat, recognised the accent from his own hometown.
"You boys wouldn't happen to be from the good old west would you?"
Another snicker and snort of agreement sent Kid trailing after the coach with looping strides and a plan to convince his brother than American football was the sport for them to participate in.
"Well now sir, I do believe we are."
Here you go! So what do you think? I hope after so many weeks without writing my style hasn't taken a hit and the story is still interesting.
I hope you liked the little insight into Kid and Tetsuma's past, and look forward to more information in the next chapter.
Thank you and please review (it might make me update sooner!)
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