My name is Kenji. I am 15, and a part of the Cherry Bombers. I have purple hair and orange eyes. How I got here is probably a mistery to you. I will tell you how I became part of this group of assassins. On my 15th birthday, I couldn't take it. My family was so controlling and mean and never supported anything I did. They wouldnt let me be who I wanted, so I left to fullfil my dreams. But, I had a slight change in heart when I met my friend, Bot. I had no one before him and he told me about a group with amazing people who accept everyone. I gladly took his offer to join and began training with them to meet expectations. Not to brag or anything but I am an amazing shot with a rifle. I'm the only one on the group with a gun. Yeah, Im kind of a big deal.
Mobsters, huh? His name is unknown, but they call him Don. This man is large and a monster. He manipulates weak people and kills them when he's done. People like this make me sick. I crawl on top of an abandoned warehouse said to be their head quarters and pick my spot. 1 by 1 I begin taking out his henchmen through the glass and bust through, sticking the landing. 'So glad I landed on my feet, it wouldnt have looked as cool if I didnt.' I think. "How you managed to keep yourself a live this long is wonder of mine. But I guess I won't get to know the answer." I put up my gun and shoot his straight in the head. "DANG IT! I GOT BLOOD ON MY JACKET! WHEN I GET HOME, YUUKI IS GONNA HELP ME GET THIS OFF!" I say. If you couldn't tell from that mental breakdown, I like to keep my clothes clean, even if they are black. "Loli, do you mind ending it here? I have to go get this stain off. Okay, Bye readers!"
