Chuuya rides a motorcycle through streets littered with bodies on night in some Japanese city where the moon is full! Haruto is talking to him over comms, apparently, and tells him that he's in range of the busy, and to kindly take some bullets an die. Then someone shoots?? Lightning balls?? at him??
They explode around him and he floats briefly in the air before his motorcycle lands on the side of a building and he continues driving toward the attacker as lightning rains around him.
until he drives right up the side of a building and lands nearby to where Haruto is being held captive by some guy with a gun to his head.
Despite apparently being a captive, Haruto handily frees himself, and complains that Aries is late: "Because of that, I got smacked three more times than I needed to." "I might as well just finish you off." "I'm not the one you need to kill. Look at all of this trash. Clean it up, please."
They are surrounded by fourty odd men in some sort of cultish attire, and the man who was shooting lightning squares off against him. Aries mentions owing him a debt, and then without moving the air around him seems to flex outward and the ring of men are all crushed mercilessly into the ground, most certainly dead.
Aries and Haruto turn to walk inside the building.
Aries is identified by his curly red hair, though it's waist long, tied back, a bit dulled form lack of care, and he is generally unwashed. As are the other kids with him. A group of about four other youngsters, all obviously homeless, crowd around him in an alleyway across from a warehouse that is obviously being guarded by some kind of street gang, from the way they loiter around.
Aries looks to be about ... 7? 8? He's still small for his age, the other kids are more obviously 10 or so, and one of them, a tall boy with dark hair, shoves him between the shoulder blades.
"Oh on, you said you wouldn't cause any problems, didn't you? They'll come after all of us after what you did."
Small Aries tugs on the edge of his sleeves looking more guilty than afraid, then nods. He promises to make sure they won't get in trouble, though it's obvious the kids think Aries should be going to apologize on his hands and knees. Aries seems to be fine with that.
Aries is let in, despite the jokes and looks of disbelief, when he tells the guards he knows something about the death of a particular member of their gang. In short order he finds himself within the warehouse, in front of a man who really is probably just a cocky teenager, but has made himself a throne that most people wouldn't pull out of the garbage. No one here is wealthy, but this group seems to have some kind of power.
Or. They did. But Aries asks simply what will happen to the guy who killed the other guy, and is told in short order the brutality that awaits not just that person, but any family they're unfortunate enough to have.
Small Aries seems to think this over with the seriousness of any small child, asks if that would be the same if anyone else in the gang dies, and nods when he gets the same sort of answer.
"So I guess, the only way is if there's no one left to get revenge, right?"
The gang leader frankly seems to find this just perplexing, which is the last emotion he ever gets to feel because a moment later his skull is caved in by the foot of a small child flying at his face.
The others die, frankly, in short order. Guns and knives are drawn, but it doesn't really matter. Nothing can hit him, it just falls to the ground or veers to the side. It's also really not pretty, perhaps you'd like to imagine if John Wick was about a small child who killed mostly using hand-to-hand. Kind of like that! He is by no means some master martial artist, It's just-- if he touches someone, they fly back as if hit by a cannon ball, if he hits the ground, it cracks under his feet in a wave that unsettles anyone standing against him. At one point he is startled by a bullet, and it stops short of piercing him behind the eyes, and it stops, hovers, and then flies back into the chest of the one who shot it.
It takes only a few minutes before two dozen or so teens and young men are dead, and when the fighting settles and Aries looks around to realize it's over, he walks out of the building, closes the door, and taps on the wall a couple of times.
The entire warehouse shudders and collapses, and he returns to the kids who stare at him from the alleyway with startled, frightened, and excited eyes.
The first one to speak is the oldest one, ten or so, gap-toothed smile. He slaps Aries firmly on the back and crows. He's the best, no one will ever fuck with them again.
Tentatively, the other kids let their fear give way to excitement too, and Aries flushes and grins, shyly pleased at the praise.
“I,” Chuuya squeezed out in a boyish voice. He softly rested a hand against the wound on his back that still stung. “I was the leader of Sheep. But what I gave my comrades were only dependency and unease about betrayal. I’m not so dissatisfied joining your organisation and following your orders. But tell me one thing. What does it mean to be leader of an organisation?”
Looking at the young boy’s serious gaze, Mori’s smile immediately disappeared.
He closed his eyes, opened them. Then he said, with genuine eyes he had perhaps never shown anyone before—
“Being a leader, means standing at the top of the organisation, and also being the entire organisation’s slave. If it’s for the survival and prosperity of the organisation, I will happily steep myself in all the dirt. Nurture my subordinates, deploy them where best fitted, use and discard them if need be. If it’s for the organisation, I will gladly carry out all sorts of atrocities. That is being a leader. It’s all—”
Mori looked to the side and gazed at the many streets spread outside the window.
“To protect this organisation, and this lovable city.”
Chuuya listened to those words with clear eyes. While a pure expression, like he had just been born, surfaced on his face.
“That’s……what I lacked.”
Chuuya turned, and he knelt on one bent knee, his head bowed.
Then in a voice dignified and sharp as an officer, he said—
“If so, this blood and everything I offer to you, Boss. I will protect this organisation you have become a slave to support, I will become your slave and crush the enemies. And the enemies shall be taught thus: that all who scorn Port Mafia shall be crushed by the severest of gravity.”
Mori silently looked at the young boy on his knee and with his head in a respectful bow.
On his face surfaced a smile different from any until then— not the mysterious or unreadable smiles, but the completely ordinary smile of when people were happy.
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Dead Apple Memory
ALTERNATIVELY, A SUMMARY, WITH SCREEN CAPS
Chuuya rides a motorcycle through streets littered with bodies on night in some Japanese city where the moon is full! Haruto is talking to him over comms, apparently, and tells him that he's in range of the busy, and to kindly take some bullets an die. Then someone shoots?? Lightning balls?? at him??
They explode around him and he floats briefly in the air before his motorcycle lands on the side of a building and he continues driving toward the attacker as lightning rains around him.
until he drives right up the side of a building and lands nearby to where Haruto is being held captive by some guy with a gun to his head.
Despite apparently being a captive, Haruto handily frees himself, and complains that Aries is late: "Because of that, I got smacked three more times than I needed to."
"I might as well just finish you off."
"I'm not the one you need to kill. Look at all of this trash. Clean it up, please."
They are surrounded by fourty odd men in some sort of cultish attire, and the man who was shooting lightning squares off against him. Aries mentions owing him a debt, and then without moving the air around him seems to flex outward and the ring of men are all crushed mercilessly into the ground, most certainly dead.
Aries and Haruto turn to walk inside the building.
[Smol murder memory]
Aries looks to be about ... 7? 8? He's still small for his age, the other kids are more obviously 10 or so, and one of them, a tall boy with dark hair, shoves him between the shoulder blades.
"Oh on, you said you wouldn't cause any problems, didn't you? They'll come after all of us after what you did."
Small Aries tugs on the edge of his sleeves looking more guilty than afraid, then nods. He promises to make sure they won't get in trouble, though it's obvious the kids think Aries should be going to apologize on his hands and knees. Aries seems to be fine with that.
Aries is let in, despite the jokes and looks of disbelief, when he tells the guards he knows something about the death of a particular member of their gang. In short order he finds himself within the warehouse, in front of a man who really is probably just a cocky teenager, but has made himself a throne that most people wouldn't pull out of the garbage. No one here is wealthy, but this group seems to have some kind of power.
Or. They did. But Aries asks simply what will happen to the guy who killed the other guy, and is told in short order the brutality that awaits not just that person, but any family they're unfortunate enough to have.
Small Aries seems to think this over with the seriousness of any small child, asks if that would be the same if anyone else in the gang dies, and nods when he gets the same sort of answer.
"So I guess, the only way is if there's no one left to get revenge, right?"
The gang leader frankly seems to find this just perplexing, which is the last emotion he ever gets to feel because a moment later his skull is caved in by the foot of a small child flying at his face.
The others die, frankly, in short order. Guns and knives are drawn, but it doesn't really matter. Nothing can hit him, it just falls to the ground or veers to the side. It's also really not pretty, perhaps you'd like to imagine if John Wick was about a small child who killed mostly using hand-to-hand. Kind of like that! He is by no means some master martial artist, It's just-- if he touches someone, they fly back as if hit by a cannon ball, if he hits the ground, it cracks under his feet in a wave that unsettles anyone standing against him. At one point he is startled by a bullet, and it stops short of piercing him behind the eyes, and it stops, hovers, and then flies back into the chest of the one who shot it.
It takes only a few minutes before two dozen or so teens and young men are dead, and when the fighting settles and Aries looks around to realize it's over, he walks out of the building, closes the door, and taps on the wall a couple of times.
The entire warehouse shudders and collapses, and he returns to the kids who stare at him from the alleyway with startled, frightened, and excited eyes.
The first one to speak is the oldest one, ten or so, gap-toothed smile. He slaps Aries firmly on the back and crows. He's the best, no one will ever fuck with them again.
Tentatively, the other kids let their fear give way to excitement too, and Aries flushes and grins, shyly pleased at the praise.
[Mori Memory]
Looking at the young boy’s serious gaze, Mori’s smile immediately disappeared.
He closed his eyes, opened them. Then he said, with genuine eyes he had perhaps never shown anyone before—
“Being a leader, means standing at the top of the organisation, and also being the entire organisation’s slave. If it’s for the survival and prosperity of the organisation, I will happily steep myself in all the dirt. Nurture my subordinates, deploy them where best fitted, use and discard them if need be. If it’s for the organisation, I will gladly carry out all sorts of atrocities. That is being a leader. It’s all—”
Mori looked to the side and gazed at the many streets spread outside the window.
“To protect this organisation, and this lovable city.”
Chuuya listened to those words with clear eyes. While a pure expression, like he had just been born, surfaced on his face.
“That’s……what I lacked.”
Chuuya turned, and he knelt on one bent knee, his head bowed.
Then in a voice dignified and sharp as an officer, he said—
“If so, this blood and everything I offer to you, Boss. I will protect this organisation you have become a slave to support, I will become your slave and crush the enemies. And the enemies shall be taught thus: that all who scorn Port Mafia shall be crushed by the severest of gravity.”
Mori silently looked at the young boy on his knee and with his head in a respectful bow.
On his face surfaced a smile different from any until then— not the mysterious or unreadable smiles, but the completely ordinary smile of when people were happy.
Then he merely said, “I’ll look forward to it.”