drapetomania - servamp x bsd fanfiction

prologue

akrasia
(n.) lack of self-control

A young man leans his back against the wall, sighing to himself as endless troubles bothered him; he already failed several missions and his boss isn't having any of it. He is sixteen-year old mafioso Tanaka Kazuki, taken in by Mori Ougai himself when he was found in the streets as a homeless orphan. However, he had a weak body and gets cold easily. Despite his mistakes and such, he begged to stay in the mafia even though everyone considers him useless for not having any sort of ability and being a complete failure. Well, that is what they think.

Kazuki has one of the few rare and powerful abilities, "Ecmnesia," which allows him to recreate any ability he has heard or seen and able to modify it in his own liking. The catch is, when activated, the ability feeds off his memories. The reason why he never used it is because of an incident before he worked under the mafia, and the ultimate fear of not remembering his happiest moments.

Just earlier this day, as punishment for his reckless actions during the past few missions, he is assigned under Chuuya Nakahara, the top martial artist and one of the executives of the mafia, in order to be trained as his subordinate and improve his combat skills for an upcoming mission; the last chance for Kazuki to prove himself worthy of being with the mafia and be not disposed of, since he was desperate to stay. He found the mafia to be his only safe haven from the rest of the world, despite being mistreated and such, and he had no other place to stay.

He has messy chestnut brown hair and ruby red eyes, a thin, frail body, and pale skin. His outfit consists of a plain v-neck shirt under a charcoal grey jacket, black jeans and timberlands, along with a red scarf let loose around his neck. All those layers of clothing on him helps keep his normal temperature, as the slightest lack of sleeves gets him cold in an instant.

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A growl made its way out my throat in frustration, my fingertips turned numb by the second I clenched my fists, unknowingly drawing blood from my palms. My nails were quite long, so it did leave a rather painful and deep mark.

A weakling. That's all I am.

Each step I took was equivalent to an echo bouncing off the walls of the building. My only company is the silence that overtook the whole place. It's another mission, to take out an enemy organization.

You must be kidding me.

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He walks away and to his apartment, unlocking the door with his key and walking in, closing the door with a kick. Kicking off his shoes, he proceeded to the living room, where a his companion awaits.

"Ah. Welcome back, Kazu-chan." A low, familiar voice greeted. It belonged to none other than a man with short black hair, blood red eyes behind a pair of sunglasses.

He is the Servamp of Melancholy, Tsubaki. He wears black coloured yukata with red camellia flower patterns on the sode and red obi that ties the yukata around his waist. He also wears white haori with the same red camellia pattern and a pair of geta.

Kazuki is his one and only beloved Eve, someone who understood how he felt. With that, he deeply trusts his master's decisions no matter how ridiculous it may sound. He owed him for giving him a chance as his friend and servant.

It's already been four months since the end of the war he declared on his siblings and his disappearance from their lives. He moved to Yokohama shortly after, left alone and wandering in the streets in his animal form until the young man found him. At first, he thought Kazuki won't ever be worthy of being his master, but as time proved him wrong that the teenager was only misunderstood and forgotten, he took interest in him and eventually befriended him.