My bad past 1

The Shades of Blood
Kaito stepped out of the car and entered the massive building ahead. The entire place was filled with corpses. He walked among the bodies, unaffected, because this scene was something he saw every day now.
As he reached the upper floor, men dressed in black lined both sides of the corridor, standing respectfully as Kaito passed. At the front stood a tall man with short blond hair and a cheerful face. He approached Kaito, placed a hand on his shoulder, and said with a slight smile:
> "The man is in the room at the end. I already took care of him, but I wanted you to finish it. I know this was your request. But don’t overdo it—just end it.”


Kaito hissed softly, then opened his eyes wide. A terrifying expression took over his face. The men who saw him flinched a little, but Takeshi hugged him and said:
> “Don’t let your emotions control you.”


Without looking at him, Kaito replied:
> “Heh, my emotions, huh... You’re right. Thank you, brother Takeshi. I’ll never forget what you've done for me.”


He put his hand in his pocket and began walking with charisma. When he reached the room, a mafia guard standing outside immediately bowed and opened the door.
The room was a mess. Shattered glass was everywhere, bullet holes in the windows, and most importantly—a man tied to a metal chair in miserable condition. Blood was dripping from all over his body due to the torture. His face was unrecognizable from the beatings. Wearing only underwear, his body was covered in cuts and wounds.
Kaito approached, grabbed the man’s hair with his right hand, lifted his head, and brought his face close to his:
> “You seem to be doing quite well, Don Banetti. I should punish my men—they didn’t do enough. So... I destroyed your mafia, killed your family, took your assets. What do you think?”


The man hissed weakly and tried to speak. But Kaito flipped his gun around and hit him hard with the grip. Blood spilled from the man’s mouth, but he couldn’t make a sound.
Kaito looked again:
> “You killed my family when I was just a kid. I killed yours just now. Don’t get too emotional.”


The man tried to speak, struggling, but finally whispered a word:
> “Vol… Volkein…”


Kaito looked at him with disgust, curious about who “Volkein” was. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but he didn't dwell on it. He pulled the trigger, ending the man’s pain.
He left the room and found Takeshi waiting. Takeshi said nothing, just walked beside him. They exited the building together.
Outside, next to the cars, a girl was waiting for them. Medium height, long blonde hair, a sweet smile—and a cold expression. When Kaito and Takeshi approached her, she clasped her hands over her chest.
> “I’m glad you finished the job, Kaito. Let’s go home. I’ve prepared a wonderful meal for you two.”


Seeing her face, all of Kaito’s pain and fatigue seemed to melt away. Takeshi smiled as he noticed the change in Kaito's expression. They all got into the car.
Kaito looked out the window:
> “My name is Kaito Hiroshi, 22 years old. I lost my family when I was a child. They didn’t die… they were killed.On March 14th, 2000, we had gone to the beach as a family. My father was the strongest man in the world to me. My mother, the most compassionate woman. I also had a little sister—coincidentally, her name is Yuki.She’s now the only one I trust besides Takeshi.That day, we played, swam, and laughed. On the way home, my father noticed two black cars following us. Instead of heading home, he tried to lose them in side streets.I was so tired. Yuki had already fallen asleep. Just before I dozed off, I heard a clicking sound, but I didn’t pay much attention.When I opened my eyes, people were gathered around us. I was confused. Then I turned my head and saw the image I can never forget: A truck had crashed into our car.Four white sheets lay on the ground. I didn’t understand what it meant then—but they were my family.I was in the back of an ambulance. The door must’ve been left open in the chaos. When the medics and police saw I was awake, they rushed to me and hugged me.They took me to the hospital, treated me.A few days later, my aunt came, took me from the hospital, and we left the city.”



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