❝ My past has tasted bitter For years now. ❞ As he held the gun, he asked the young man on the floor who was bleeding to death. "Would you like me to kill you, or would you want to suffer for about five more minutes?" The man nodded his head. "P-please, kill me." ❝ The blood on my hands scares me to death. ❞ The dark hair colored man shot the blonde man. He was smiling, while his eyes were filled with such satisfying joy. His finger kept pressing on the trigger as more bullets pierced into the dead body when a orange hair man kicked the gun out of his hands. ❝ I'll be good, I'll be good. ❞ His eyes were the same as your father's. You were a mere 15 year old when you have met your savior. The man who comforted you, and became your salvation. His white bandages, the way his eyes would glisten when he talked to you, and his strong arms wrapped around you. Will he become a good man if he stays in the mafia? Will he find what he achieves? You wondered. All you wanted was his happiness. [ Finished. ] No.1 on Kunikida; 03/26/22.