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Background History: Yahiko grew up on what passerbys simply called “the wrong side of the tracks”, but he never saw it as such. While his childhood was tainted by drugs, sex, violence, and corruption, he actually remembers it quite fondly. Well, everything except his parents’ murder.

He was too young to know exactly what happened, but while he was out playing with a group of friends, his parents had been shot. He had left home that day as a boy playing gangster, and came home an orphan of mafia crime. He didn’t cry, he didn’t openly mourn. He wasn’t a boy, he thought he was a man, and he couldn’t afford to be a weak one, especially now that he was the only member of his family left.

He was only seven at the time, but he knew kids who didn’t have parents anymore were taken away. He had seen it before. And he liked his friends, he liked most of the people in the neighborhood, and he didn’t want to lose them too. And after begging a neighbor to take him in and not mention to the cops that the deceased couple had any kid, he was safe…at least from the authorities.

His neighbor was not fit to play role model, and it was then that Yahiko got a first-hand look at what a real mafia member dealt with. It wasn’t the romanticized version him and his friends played. It wasn’t about robbing banks, hotwiring cars, and shooting fake weapons at police and shouting ‘come and get me, coppers’. But, even so, he was more than happy to act as the man’s drug mule, messenger boy, and whatever else the guy wanted. He learned how the corrupt dealt with the corrupt. He learned that everyone had their price. And he learned which bones in the human body were most fragile.

It never ceased to amaze him how a man lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood, unable to push himself out because his bones were broken, cried and thanked him for letting them live. And it always seemed genuine. It’s what sparked the belief that people did not appreciate their lives, were not content, until they realized what they just lost.

By the time Yahiko reached sixteen, he had already become familiar with death and murder, drugs, alcohol, sex, and torture. He did it all. He killed and tortured, not because he got some sick twisted pleasure out of it (although sometimes he did), but because it was necessary to help the innocent people his gang protected, and to further prove his emerging belief. He realized the only way to bring them peace was to bring total destruction to the other side. But no death was in vain, and for every life Yahiko took, he got a piercing. A reminder of the cost of peace. How difficult someone was too kill depended on where he got his piercing. He has a frenum ladder with five steps, each one a memento of boys younger than him that he had to take care of.

As far as school went, Yahiko was rather determined to learn and was quiet during class, unless someone else decided to interrupt his learning. Smashing someone’s hand with his fist because they wouldn’t shut up (even if the teacher silently appreciated it) always sent him to the principal’s office. And he was punished enough that even his love of learning couldn’t keep him interested in school. So when his senior year came and he was failing, it seemed his future would stay on the street. But a mentor pulled him aside one day, telling him that strength was power, but knowledge was even more power. The words struck him, and he instantly saw the validity of the statement. The most physically powerful seemed to cower with those of money and intelligence.