Post by Levi Kayamei on Feb 27, 2015 0:24:41 GMT -5
Levi eyes moved rapidly as he turned in his sleep an odd dream befalling him this night as he seemed to relive his past.
A tall man with jet black hair and a pipe in his mouth placed his hand on Levi's head. Levi only came up to his waist, so the shoulder was simply not an option. “Son, someday this syndicate will need a strong leader to replace me when I'm old. That man will be you.” The young Levi looked up at his father, “Why?” His father chuckled loudly before responding, “It is your destiny.” But Levi was young and he could not understand why his future had already been determined for him, but he knew that his father would do what was best for him.
Events seemed speed up, Levi understanding it all, but far too fast to follow visually.
“You can not simply decide if he is to lead our family! He has dreams and aspirations that the syndicate can not fulfill for him!” Levi recognized this voice as his grandfather behind the closed door to his father's office. “You made that decision for me! Why should I have any less privilege?” A slam came from behind the doors, “What about his music!? His teacher says he could be a concert soloist with the proper training. How do you think the Yakuza will make that happen?”
The dream seemed to fast forward once again...
“Levi, grab your brother! We need to hurry!” Levi awoke abruptly to his grandfather shaking him awake. His senses came slowly to him as he sluggishly turned out of bed. “LEVI!! WE HAVE TO GO! NOW!!!” His grandfather's voice sent an invigorating shiver through his body, causing him to leap from his bed and rush to his younger brother's side, fear and confusion in his voice, “W-Wake up Kido! We have to go!” The young Japanese boy squinted at his elder brother, “hmmm?....What's going on? Why are people shouting?” Levi shook his head furiously, “I don't know, but we have to go with grandpa.” They ran to their grandfather who led them out of the mansion, men fighting and shouting in the rooms and hallways. As they ran towards a running car, Young Levi's head was turned back towards his home as his grandfather pulled him and his brother along by the wrist, wondering why his father was not with them and where they were going.
This time everything went black for a moment before...
Levi was falling to the ground, crashing on the tatami mat floor of what appeared to be the inside of a Japanese dojo. A small stream of blood flowed from his nose as he punched the ground, further angering himself as he hurt his knuckles. “You cannot expect to learn this form in one day, let alone master it.....there is a reason you cannot touch me. Now if yo...” Levi interrupted as he glared back at his grandfather, “NO!, I CAN!.....I'm just not trying hard enough!” Levi whipped around and took up a kata stance, quickly leaping at his grandfather, swinging a wide aerial kick towards the old man's head. His grandfather merely snatched the young man's foot out of the air and tossed him back to the same spot he had leaped from. This time Levi stayed down, his face contorted in frustration. “You are a young man filled with great talent and determination....but you are also filled with anger and confusion.” Levi listened to his grandfather's words as he sat up, slouching over as he stared at the blood stain on the floor. “One must always find a way to release their anger constructively. Pushing yourself to do what you simply don't have the clarity of mind to do is foolishness.” The old man walked over to his grandson and sat next to him, placing a large hand on the boy's shoulder. “You can choose to be angry or you can release the bonds that weigh you down and think through your feelings clearly. Don't be a slave to this emotion, this anger.”
Levi's vision blurred once again as another fast forward took him a few years into the future.
Levi looked in the mirror with a wide grin on his face as he admired his new belt. He wore a black gi with a black belt around his waist. The boy in the mirror was around 15 and he was as tall as Levi was now. His grandfather entered the room, appearing the doorway in the mirror, “It looks good on you….hard to believe how fast you've progressed.” The old man chuckled, “Now if only we could get your brother to work as hard as you do.” The adolescent Levi chuckled softly, tightening his belt, “It wasn't just hard work. I was a slave to my anger, now it is merely another tool I can use.” A concerned expression came over the man’s face as he turned to leave, “Just be careful Levi, once you choose anger, you may never be able to come back.”
Another skip. Levi was curious as to why, so far, these had simply been events of the past; things that had already happened to him.
Levi walked through the halls of Varron High, a freshman of fifteen years; wide-eyed and rushing to his first class. His face was buried in a schedule and map as he made his second lap around the first floor. Levi sighed as he looked around, finally spotting a group of students talking by their lockers. He walked up to one of them, “Excuse me...” The group ceased their discussion as they looked down at the short asian, “Yeah kid, whudduya want?” Levi ignored the lack of refinement in the man's English and showed the student his schedule, “Where is this class?” The boy snickered for a moment and pointed to the gym, “All freshmen are to meet there before their first classes.”
Levi’s brow wrinkled slightly as looked at his schedule and then back to the map. Perhaps first day orientation? It seemed odd that no one told him about an orientation, but he had no reason to doubt the senior’s words. He smiled and gave the boy a small, quick bow, “Thank you very much.”
He made his way to the gym and walked through the double doors. The lights were off and no one else seemed to be there: This was a trap. Levi spun quickly to leave, only to to be pushed back by someone as the door slammed shut, the clang echoing through the gymnasium. Moments later two doors could heard opening at the opposite end of the gym, accompanied by a plethora of footsteps approaching him. Levi began to perspire as he focused to keep his breathing calm. What had he done wrong? Was this just a prank? Perhaps this was part of orientation? As the footsteps stopped around him, the lights came on. Surrounding the freshman was at least 20 upperclassmen. This wasn’t orientation: it was an initiation.
The senior who had given him directions before pushed his way through the crowd and walked up to Levi, looking down at the short fifteen year old with a grin that gave away the nature of what was about to happen. “Kid...welcome to 'orientation'. We are the Kings and we rule this school; you are about to become our newest member. Wudduh yuh say?”
Levi had two options that he could see: Join them willingly and avoid further conflict. Or take them now and put them in their place. His father’s voice echoed in his head, saying the same it always said to push Levi, “It is your destiny…” Levi said nothing and held out a hand with a grin. As the leader extended his hand Levi struck quickly and without warning. He grabbed the man’s wrist and twisted it outward as he pressed his index finger into a pressure point, the boy screamed in shock and pain, taking a knee. The leader’s colleagues began to close in to help, stopping as Levi bent the wrist further causing the bones to begin to pop out of place as his eyes snapped to them, daring them, “If you come any closer, he loses his hand!!!” The minions stopped dead in their tracks and Levi tossed away his captured hand, the boy clutching it as he massaged it.
Levi looked down at the leader, “Get up. You have one chance to beat me in a fair fight. You lose: I take your gang and you all follow me. I lose: You own me for as long as I attend this school.” Levi was fairly innocent and naïve when it came to the social rules of highschool and the people in them. In truth, he was terrified right now, but something about his grandfather’s teachings had driven him past his fear and shyness. This situation was merely the catalyst to culminate those teachings, bringing about a completely different Levi.
“You asshole…you think you can just challenge me like that?”
Levi smiled as his eyes narrowed dangerously, “If you don’t, you will lose more than that wrist.” A bluff, but one he was sure would work given his recent display of dominance.
The boy nervously stood up and took a boxing stance of sorts, obviously shaken by the sudden pain in his wrist. The next segments flew by quickly. When they slowed back down, Levi was standing next to an unconscious senior with his lackeys looking in awe. Levi had used minimum force to only knock the boy out and make it look effortless at the same time. Levi’s eyes scanned the crowd, “Now!…you will follow me, or you can end up like him every day for four years!” This was not the way Levi had wanted to go through school, but he could not bow to this man’s authority and would not have them fighting him for four years.
Yet another skip; Levi's heart skipping as it stopped, this one very near and dear to his heart.
Levi ran into an empty classroom, girl in tow. The door shut and the girl whirled around and kissed him deeply. “Levi......I missed you so much....” As Levi went in for another kiss, the girl backed off and began to remove her red leather vest seductively.....invitingly. Everything in Levi's body screamed for him to ravish the object of his affections, but he had not returned to re-ignite old flames, he had come to say goodbye: Something he had forgotten about in the moments of their reunion…until now. “Vic...I can't.....” Victoria's heart visibly sank in her chest, picking up on a much deeper meaning, “but wh...” “I'm leaving...and I'm not coming back...” A tear ran down Levi's cheek as he turned and grabbed the doorknob, choking on his words as he looked back one last time.
“I hope you can forget me......I'm so sorry...”
This time, when things skipped and stopped, Levi's became confused; he did not remember this happening at all.
A senior student wearing a PHS 552 letter jacket struggled, held up against a locker. Levi's eyes were wide with excitement as he squeezed the young man's throat. “So this is what a transfer initiation is like here.....heh I’ve dealt with with punks like you for too long.” He tossed the man aside a looked at the cretin's lackeys who had begun to get up. “You are to follow me now, if you do not, I will make sure your lives here are very unpleasant.”
“I think not”
Levi turned his head as he stood up straight to see a tall man, nicely dressed and hand in his pockets. Levi folded his arms as his brow cocked with a wry smile on his face, “Oh?”
The man smiled as he walked forward, “Yes. See, there are no gangs here, only the four pillars like me and, of course, the School Captain. I am James and I think it is time you learned how the hierarchy works here." A few more moments blurred by: painful and detailed. Levi was now laying on the ground, his vision doubled and nose possible and James standing over him. “You see? Hostile takeover does not work here…..perhaps now you will see that as long as no one causes trouble, nobody need be harmed or bow to anyone.” Levi blinked up at the ceiling as James walked away. The pillar system was no different than what he had done with the Kings at Varron high. He had turned them into peacekeepers that would use corporal punishment as a means of maintaining order. His problem was that he was at the bottom of this system and this did not sit well with him.
More events transpired in fast-motion, this time, it had stopped several years in the future, Levi being 21 now. This next part was even more confusing to him as he lived it out as this was something that could not have even taken place yet.
Levi walked down from the airplane, greeted by numerous men in black suits. The air was humid and the morning sun had not removed the light fog that sat just above the ground. The men stepped aside and bowed as he approached a black limousine, his eyes staring at the ground ahead of him, his mind thinking only of his father. He had not seen his father in 12 years and this reunion was long overdue, but Levi still felt uneasy. His grandfather had stolen him away from this life for a reason, but maybe this life truly was his destiny or maybe he was ready now that he was older. Only time would tell.
He had small knots in his stomach as he reached the car door, one of the men opening it for him, revealing a middle-aged man sitting in the far seat. He sat down slowly and stared at his knees as the car door was shut for him. “You’re awfully quiet….I don’t remember you ever being quiet….” Levi looked up then turned his head to look at the man. This man was obviously his father, though he had aged twelve years since Levi had seen him. “It is good to see you father…I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to see you again.” The man laughed softly, “Your father doesn’t die so easily.” The man paused and cleared his throat for a moment, “So….are you ready to fulfill your destiny?” A mixture of fear and excitement came over Levi. It was right down to business; His father had not changed a bit. Levi wasn’t sure what his “destiny” would entail, but he knew he would never stop wondering if he did not at least find out what it was. His fists clenched and he nodded, “I am.”
Levi stood in a courtyard of his home, among his fellow Yakuza men, all dressed in black business suits. Blood and bodies littered the ground and he took note and paused at each of the bodies that belonged to his syndicate. He stopped as he came upon a body that was still moving, though not one of their own. With his foot, Levi rolled the man over and stared down coldly at the dazed, but seemingly uninjured man Levi’s relationship with his men was close in the sense that they knew that he didn’t see himself as better than them and so their bond had become that of brothers and close friends as opposed to Boos and subordinate; For this reason, Levi struggled to find reasons not to take the man’s life as his his brow furrowed, his temper beginning to boil. He looked to two of his men and pointed down at the man on the ground, “Take him, I want to speak with him later. For now we--” “Like I would tell you assholes shit!” The man spit up at Levi and with surprising accuracy and hit Levi on the cheek; That was the last straw: Levi’s fury spiked for only a moment, but in that moment Levi’s leg rose, the knee bent and his foot pointed downward as it came down harshly and swiftly on the man’s windpipe, crushing it. The indention from the toe of Levi’s shoe was left in the gasping man’s throat as Levi replanted his foot on the ground. “No...I suppose you wouldn't...” Levi walked back towards the house, a somber demeanor now slowly coming over him, “Clean up the bodies and report anything else…..I need to speak to my father…” The man saluted, “Yes, boss.”
Levi closed the sliding door behind him and rested his back against it as the turmoil inside him escaped. He sobbed angrily as he cupped his face in his hands. He had never killed out of anger; Sure, he had hurt people while angry, but never had he completely snapped and killed a man, let alone a defenseless one. He was angry at the people who killed his brothers, but he was just as mad at himself for taking a life for no reason other than revenge and anger. What made this worse was that had felt nothing when he had taken the man’s life. His grandfather’s voice resounded in his head: “….once you choose anger, you may never be able to come back.”
Levi snapped awake, tears running down his cheeks. He had felt everything as though he was living it out, as if it had already happened. Confusion and a broken heart plagued him this night. He could easily say that this was the most profound dream he had ever had. He would think on this more as he tried to calm himself, wondering what his mind was trying to tell him, the parts revolving around the Yakuza becoming the focus of his thoughts very quickly.
A tall man with jet black hair and a pipe in his mouth placed his hand on Levi's head. Levi only came up to his waist, so the shoulder was simply not an option. “Son, someday this syndicate will need a strong leader to replace me when I'm old. That man will be you.” The young Levi looked up at his father, “Why?” His father chuckled loudly before responding, “It is your destiny.” But Levi was young and he could not understand why his future had already been determined for him, but he knew that his father would do what was best for him.
Events seemed speed up, Levi understanding it all, but far too fast to follow visually.
“You can not simply decide if he is to lead our family! He has dreams and aspirations that the syndicate can not fulfill for him!” Levi recognized this voice as his grandfather behind the closed door to his father's office. “You made that decision for me! Why should I have any less privilege?” A slam came from behind the doors, “What about his music!? His teacher says he could be a concert soloist with the proper training. How do you think the Yakuza will make that happen?”
The dream seemed to fast forward once again...
“Levi, grab your brother! We need to hurry!” Levi awoke abruptly to his grandfather shaking him awake. His senses came slowly to him as he sluggishly turned out of bed. “LEVI!! WE HAVE TO GO! NOW!!!” His grandfather's voice sent an invigorating shiver through his body, causing him to leap from his bed and rush to his younger brother's side, fear and confusion in his voice, “W-Wake up Kido! We have to go!” The young Japanese boy squinted at his elder brother, “hmmm?....What's going on? Why are people shouting?” Levi shook his head furiously, “I don't know, but we have to go with grandpa.” They ran to their grandfather who led them out of the mansion, men fighting and shouting in the rooms and hallways. As they ran towards a running car, Young Levi's head was turned back towards his home as his grandfather pulled him and his brother along by the wrist, wondering why his father was not with them and where they were going.
This time everything went black for a moment before...
Levi was falling to the ground, crashing on the tatami mat floor of what appeared to be the inside of a Japanese dojo. A small stream of blood flowed from his nose as he punched the ground, further angering himself as he hurt his knuckles. “You cannot expect to learn this form in one day, let alone master it.....there is a reason you cannot touch me. Now if yo...” Levi interrupted as he glared back at his grandfather, “NO!, I CAN!.....I'm just not trying hard enough!” Levi whipped around and took up a kata stance, quickly leaping at his grandfather, swinging a wide aerial kick towards the old man's head. His grandfather merely snatched the young man's foot out of the air and tossed him back to the same spot he had leaped from. This time Levi stayed down, his face contorted in frustration. “You are a young man filled with great talent and determination....but you are also filled with anger and confusion.” Levi listened to his grandfather's words as he sat up, slouching over as he stared at the blood stain on the floor. “One must always find a way to release their anger constructively. Pushing yourself to do what you simply don't have the clarity of mind to do is foolishness.” The old man walked over to his grandson and sat next to him, placing a large hand on the boy's shoulder. “You can choose to be angry or you can release the bonds that weigh you down and think through your feelings clearly. Don't be a slave to this emotion, this anger.”
Levi's vision blurred once again as another fast forward took him a few years into the future.
Levi looked in the mirror with a wide grin on his face as he admired his new belt. He wore a black gi with a black belt around his waist. The boy in the mirror was around 15 and he was as tall as Levi was now. His grandfather entered the room, appearing the doorway in the mirror, “It looks good on you….hard to believe how fast you've progressed.” The old man chuckled, “Now if only we could get your brother to work as hard as you do.” The adolescent Levi chuckled softly, tightening his belt, “It wasn't just hard work. I was a slave to my anger, now it is merely another tool I can use.” A concerned expression came over the man’s face as he turned to leave, “Just be careful Levi, once you choose anger, you may never be able to come back.”
Another skip. Levi was curious as to why, so far, these had simply been events of the past; things that had already happened to him.
Levi walked through the halls of Varron High, a freshman of fifteen years; wide-eyed and rushing to his first class. His face was buried in a schedule and map as he made his second lap around the first floor. Levi sighed as he looked around, finally spotting a group of students talking by their lockers. He walked up to one of them, “Excuse me...” The group ceased their discussion as they looked down at the short asian, “Yeah kid, whudduya want?” Levi ignored the lack of refinement in the man's English and showed the student his schedule, “Where is this class?” The boy snickered for a moment and pointed to the gym, “All freshmen are to meet there before their first classes.”
Levi’s brow wrinkled slightly as looked at his schedule and then back to the map. Perhaps first day orientation? It seemed odd that no one told him about an orientation, but he had no reason to doubt the senior’s words. He smiled and gave the boy a small, quick bow, “Thank you very much.”
He made his way to the gym and walked through the double doors. The lights were off and no one else seemed to be there: This was a trap. Levi spun quickly to leave, only to to be pushed back by someone as the door slammed shut, the clang echoing through the gymnasium. Moments later two doors could heard opening at the opposite end of the gym, accompanied by a plethora of footsteps approaching him. Levi began to perspire as he focused to keep his breathing calm. What had he done wrong? Was this just a prank? Perhaps this was part of orientation? As the footsteps stopped around him, the lights came on. Surrounding the freshman was at least 20 upperclassmen. This wasn’t orientation: it was an initiation.
The senior who had given him directions before pushed his way through the crowd and walked up to Levi, looking down at the short fifteen year old with a grin that gave away the nature of what was about to happen. “Kid...welcome to 'orientation'. We are the Kings and we rule this school; you are about to become our newest member. Wudduh yuh say?”
Levi had two options that he could see: Join them willingly and avoid further conflict. Or take them now and put them in their place. His father’s voice echoed in his head, saying the same it always said to push Levi, “It is your destiny…” Levi said nothing and held out a hand with a grin. As the leader extended his hand Levi struck quickly and without warning. He grabbed the man’s wrist and twisted it outward as he pressed his index finger into a pressure point, the boy screamed in shock and pain, taking a knee. The leader’s colleagues began to close in to help, stopping as Levi bent the wrist further causing the bones to begin to pop out of place as his eyes snapped to them, daring them, “If you come any closer, he loses his hand!!!” The minions stopped dead in their tracks and Levi tossed away his captured hand, the boy clutching it as he massaged it.
Levi looked down at the leader, “Get up. You have one chance to beat me in a fair fight. You lose: I take your gang and you all follow me. I lose: You own me for as long as I attend this school.” Levi was fairly innocent and naïve when it came to the social rules of highschool and the people in them. In truth, he was terrified right now, but something about his grandfather’s teachings had driven him past his fear and shyness. This situation was merely the catalyst to culminate those teachings, bringing about a completely different Levi.
“You asshole…you think you can just challenge me like that?”
Levi smiled as his eyes narrowed dangerously, “If you don’t, you will lose more than that wrist.” A bluff, but one he was sure would work given his recent display of dominance.
The boy nervously stood up and took a boxing stance of sorts, obviously shaken by the sudden pain in his wrist. The next segments flew by quickly. When they slowed back down, Levi was standing next to an unconscious senior with his lackeys looking in awe. Levi had used minimum force to only knock the boy out and make it look effortless at the same time. Levi’s eyes scanned the crowd, “Now!…you will follow me, or you can end up like him every day for four years!” This was not the way Levi had wanted to go through school, but he could not bow to this man’s authority and would not have them fighting him for four years.
Yet another skip; Levi's heart skipping as it stopped, this one very near and dear to his heart.
Levi ran into an empty classroom, girl in tow. The door shut and the girl whirled around and kissed him deeply. “Levi......I missed you so much....” As Levi went in for another kiss, the girl backed off and began to remove her red leather vest seductively.....invitingly. Everything in Levi's body screamed for him to ravish the object of his affections, but he had not returned to re-ignite old flames, he had come to say goodbye: Something he had forgotten about in the moments of their reunion…until now. “Vic...I can't.....” Victoria's heart visibly sank in her chest, picking up on a much deeper meaning, “but wh...” “I'm leaving...and I'm not coming back...” A tear ran down Levi's cheek as he turned and grabbed the doorknob, choking on his words as he looked back one last time.
“I hope you can forget me......I'm so sorry...”
This time, when things skipped and stopped, Levi's became confused; he did not remember this happening at all.
A senior student wearing a PHS 552 letter jacket struggled, held up against a locker. Levi's eyes were wide with excitement as he squeezed the young man's throat. “So this is what a transfer initiation is like here.....heh I’ve dealt with with punks like you for too long.” He tossed the man aside a looked at the cretin's lackeys who had begun to get up. “You are to follow me now, if you do not, I will make sure your lives here are very unpleasant.”
“I think not”
Levi turned his head as he stood up straight to see a tall man, nicely dressed and hand in his pockets. Levi folded his arms as his brow cocked with a wry smile on his face, “Oh?”
The man smiled as he walked forward, “Yes. See, there are no gangs here, only the four pillars like me and, of course, the School Captain. I am James and I think it is time you learned how the hierarchy works here." A few more moments blurred by: painful and detailed. Levi was now laying on the ground, his vision doubled and nose possible and James standing over him. “You see? Hostile takeover does not work here…..perhaps now you will see that as long as no one causes trouble, nobody need be harmed or bow to anyone.” Levi blinked up at the ceiling as James walked away. The pillar system was no different than what he had done with the Kings at Varron high. He had turned them into peacekeepers that would use corporal punishment as a means of maintaining order. His problem was that he was at the bottom of this system and this did not sit well with him.
More events transpired in fast-motion, this time, it had stopped several years in the future, Levi being 21 now. This next part was even more confusing to him as he lived it out as this was something that could not have even taken place yet.
Levi walked down from the airplane, greeted by numerous men in black suits. The air was humid and the morning sun had not removed the light fog that sat just above the ground. The men stepped aside and bowed as he approached a black limousine, his eyes staring at the ground ahead of him, his mind thinking only of his father. He had not seen his father in 12 years and this reunion was long overdue, but Levi still felt uneasy. His grandfather had stolen him away from this life for a reason, but maybe this life truly was his destiny or maybe he was ready now that he was older. Only time would tell.
He had small knots in his stomach as he reached the car door, one of the men opening it for him, revealing a middle-aged man sitting in the far seat. He sat down slowly and stared at his knees as the car door was shut for him. “You’re awfully quiet….I don’t remember you ever being quiet….” Levi looked up then turned his head to look at the man. This man was obviously his father, though he had aged twelve years since Levi had seen him. “It is good to see you father…I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to see you again.” The man laughed softly, “Your father doesn’t die so easily.” The man paused and cleared his throat for a moment, “So….are you ready to fulfill your destiny?” A mixture of fear and excitement came over Levi. It was right down to business; His father had not changed a bit. Levi wasn’t sure what his “destiny” would entail, but he knew he would never stop wondering if he did not at least find out what it was. His fists clenched and he nodded, “I am.”
Levi stood in a courtyard of his home, among his fellow Yakuza men, all dressed in black business suits. Blood and bodies littered the ground and he took note and paused at each of the bodies that belonged to his syndicate. He stopped as he came upon a body that was still moving, though not one of their own. With his foot, Levi rolled the man over and stared down coldly at the dazed, but seemingly uninjured man Levi’s relationship with his men was close in the sense that they knew that he didn’t see himself as better than them and so their bond had become that of brothers and close friends as opposed to Boos and subordinate; For this reason, Levi struggled to find reasons not to take the man’s life as his his brow furrowed, his temper beginning to boil. He looked to two of his men and pointed down at the man on the ground, “Take him, I want to speak with him later. For now we--” “Like I would tell you assholes shit!” The man spit up at Levi and with surprising accuracy and hit Levi on the cheek; That was the last straw: Levi’s fury spiked for only a moment, but in that moment Levi’s leg rose, the knee bent and his foot pointed downward as it came down harshly and swiftly on the man’s windpipe, crushing it. The indention from the toe of Levi’s shoe was left in the gasping man’s throat as Levi replanted his foot on the ground. “No...I suppose you wouldn't...” Levi walked back towards the house, a somber demeanor now slowly coming over him, “Clean up the bodies and report anything else…..I need to speak to my father…” The man saluted, “Yes, boss.”
Levi closed the sliding door behind him and rested his back against it as the turmoil inside him escaped. He sobbed angrily as he cupped his face in his hands. He had never killed out of anger; Sure, he had hurt people while angry, but never had he completely snapped and killed a man, let alone a defenseless one. He was angry at the people who killed his brothers, but he was just as mad at himself for taking a life for no reason other than revenge and anger. What made this worse was that had felt nothing when he had taken the man’s life. His grandfather’s voice resounded in his head: “….once you choose anger, you may never be able to come back.”
Levi snapped awake, tears running down his cheeks. He had felt everything as though he was living it out, as if it had already happened. Confusion and a broken heart plagued him this night. He could easily say that this was the most profound dream he had ever had. He would think on this more as he tried to calm himself, wondering what his mind was trying to tell him, the parts revolving around the Yakuza becoming the focus of his thoughts very quickly.
