Yeosang was taken up immediately in the family and treated like the biological son. The real biological son, Akira, had left the house after he found out about his father's actions. But who could he blame, he was unfortunate enough to be born in a gangster household, which forced their house members to do things, but he was a free spirit. He couldn't handle all of that. With the education he had received while living with his parents allowed him to find good jobs outside of Japan, he had forgotten all about his family.
His place was taken by Yeosang instead. He had training almost everyday, he had lessons almost every hour and he was strictly handled.
He would be slapped if he had done something wrong, he found it so weird when he had first met his father and now. He had changed so drastically. He was not that sweet Ishikawa anymore. He was a strict father who cared about raising the next boss and not a son. One thing was always clear for Yeosang, he would never get treated wrong, he would never get discriminated for his Korean ethnicity, but he wouldn't receive love either.
The mother was devastated after the departure of her real son, she couldn't bring herself to love the adopted child. Even thought deep in her heart she pitied the boy so much, she had heard Yeosang cry many times before falling asleep. She wanted to hug him very much, so much, to love him like her real son.
" Yeosang stretch your arm out, come on! " Yeosang nodded and hardly stretched his right hand out as he held the sword tightly in his left arm, gripping the other side of the sword's handle.
" Now swing it like I thought you! " Ishikawa commanded as the instructor watched the child intensely, trying to find a flaw in his movements.
" No you're doing it wrong. Again! " The instructor commanded, that night Yeosang didn't get to sleep until he had gotten that movement right, not only that one, but also the other two which he was taught that day. His little body was exhausted, it was 3 am and Ishikawa still stood there, watching him and his movement with hawk eyes.
Yeosang, Kang Yeosang that is the name your mother told you not to forget, Kang Yeosang, you are the Son of the Chil Sung pa creator, you are the shareholder of the gang. You own it Kang Yeosang, it will be hard my little one, I know. But later the world will be yours my dear baby.
Yeosang swinged in the perfect circle, the sword glistened by the light of the one lightbulb on the ceiling. His tired body gave his one last strong blow, landing perfectly as he landed even better than any of the children would make it in this house.
His eyes glowed yellow as he looked forward.
Never forget who you are, you are Kang Yeosang.
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Baby Boy | MinGi
FanfictionA bad boy ™ Song Mingi. Son of the first creater of the Chil sung pa clan out of the seven. Song xx. 2010 killed in his own apartment, infront of his wife and a 11-year old son, during a police raid. He had such a bad boy aura with those cute baby b...
