UNFULFILLED // Falcon Sequel

1: Kai

PROLOGUE

🎶 Labrinth- Nate growing up 🎶

KAI'S POV:

They say that perfection is an illusion... and that those who seek perfection will live unfulfilled for the rest of their lives.

I always thought of perfection as a standard, always just out of my grasp.

After uncovering my parents double-life, I felt that I was a failed child prodigy.

The overwhelming urge to continue my father's legacy had me itching to bask in the adrenaline and feel the intense rush of filling their shoes. I naively took the opportunity, my parents warning unheeded, and paid the price.

The life they had kept hidden from me and the rest of us proved to be more challenging than I could've ever imagined.

Hindsight is a beautiful thing, isn't it?

Public school was boring, but private school would've been even more boring. The occasional fight here and there kept my school life entertaining, especially when it was Haku. Mom and dad had the funds to send me to a 'good' school, but gave me the option to choose.

Otis and I were standing adjacent to each other, leaned up against our cars, waiting for Haku and Winter to get out of class.

The wind was on the colder side, blowing in from the north. The small trees that separated either sides of the car park only created a temporary wind block as I stuffed my hands into my pant pockets to keep them warm.

Otis was my best friend. He was adopted by some family friends of ours from up north. They moved closer to our family, hoping to ease life for Otis after coming out of the foster home by giving him the opportunity to make friends his age. Otis' life was on the extraordinary side of things because his parents were Ymir and Historia. They were a lesbian couple who ran multiple casino chains across Japan and had known my family for a long time.

He didn't dwell on this, but I could tell when he didn't feel like he was fitting in. Fathers day was the worst for it and Otis was constantly picked on at his previous school. Things drastically changed for him when he arrived to my school in central Tokyo, I made sure of that.

Nevertheless, we got along almost too well. We had the same passion for cars, a similar music taste, clothing taste, we were both tall and could've passed as brothers if I shaved my head and dyed it grey.

"Hey, this guy has the same paint job as your dads RX-7." Otis exclaimed from beside me, popping a cherry lollipop out of his mouth. Otis was a very stoic dude who didn't care much for anything. He kept to himself and that made him intimidating.

But there were two things in this life that could have him folding at the knees.

1.) Cherry flavoured/scented things.
2.) Angel Mensah

I frowned and looked down at his screen, covering it from the sunlight to prevent glare.

It was an old video from years ago that had just recently surfaced around the car community.

Some random woman in amongst a crowd in the city was filming with shaky hands as an RX-7 powered down the street, weaving in between the traffic like a psychopath. Police were guarded at an intersection ahead, blocking off his path.