I have been training like hell for a past month will be an understatement to say. Cause apparently Dian my coach, is a jerk and a bastard who takes me for an emotionless and a working machine. He said he will help me train and get stronger, and he did. He is a good guy no doubt at all. But a fucker when it comes to training.
He is one of the reasons why I am fighting with the haunting sounds, which used to scare me. He made me, no forced me to learn shooting. Bastard of my coach actually, threw more than twenty balls at me all at once, and made me learn to shoot exactly the marked one.
It took me two hundered times to do that but I somehow did. I can't belive I am learning all these at the age of fourteen. Well enough after what I have seen and accepted this looks like nothing to me."Foucs"
I heard him say and I kept kicking the punch bag infront of me until my energy is completely drained out you know.
Just as I sit down with no more energy, my back and my whole body gave out and I let my body loose, when I think I would fall, I felt someone's knee on my back and saw Haru Sensei behind. He is sipping on his juice and Dai Sensei helped me up."You want her to be strong then stop fucking picking her up"
I know he is right, but both my Sensei's cut him off. As much as I know, Dai Sensei still holds some power, and he is much stronger than any one of us here.
"She is new to this, your work was to train her for shooting and combat skills, and strengthening her muscles, which you did, from tomorrow I will take over"
Haru Sensei who never sounds serious, said that and he curtly nodded his head, but I am sure he will still make me practice.
I lean against the tree and sit down as I look at the sky, Hey Mama Papa, watch me burn the people and the whole fucking Military down. I will avenge you, Avenge us.
The tears which died the same day I realised I will probably never cry again for same reasons, be it their death infront of me.
The last day I cried was the day I came here to new york, thats it.
"Here"
He said giving me the popsicle which he broke into two pieces. Ever since I said that Papa, used to buy me honey nuts bread and the twin popsicles like those in movies and animes, he always made sure to get me that. Not only does he get that, he also breaks the popsicle into two and gives me one and has it one himself.Haru Sensei and Dai Sensei are the closest people I can ever have as my parents, no they are my parents.
I am skipping to my memories where I stayed alone for a year in a home with no one but three gaurds who probably disappeared after Maa and Paa took me, or more likely to say they took me after they disappeared.
They always wanted to, but I was fixated on our home, I still am.
Maa, Paa and Lia are the best, but I feel like I am a burden on them.
I can't ever consider others as my parents, not even them but I have grown to get this attachment with my two Sensei's who were probably ready to kill all Military and Mafia who caused that to my parents.I know they are not normal people and have something huge hidden behind. Because sometimes Dai Sensei disappears sometimes Haru Sensei. But not together, apparently they said they have to keep me on my training.
They said that they are not gangsters or Mafias.
As much as I hate it, I would still accept them even if they were Mafia's
What? They did much more for me."Where are you lost Bukiyō?"
"Nowhere"
I said looking into his brown eyes which hide so much pain, not as much as Dai Sensei's but it is there."Well is there something you want to say?"
"Well, I have a parent teacher meeting because, I actually hit someone in his arse so you will come wont you?"
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GOD OF DARK
FanfictionVAUGHN MOROZOV Monster, psycho and god of Dark Dark hair, hazel eyes and dark heart. One of the Heathens who appears as white mask, white is nothing like his personality. Heir to mafia. New york Bratva's important member He does what he does, he ne...