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Pein 3
At eighteen, he had caught the eye of the mafia boss in New York, and he was offered a job working directly for him. It was a good offer, and one he accepted on the condition that he was allowed to go to college. The boss accepted, and he left behind the closest thing to family he had, but never forgetting them. He got his degree in business and learned there were just as many legal ways to fuck someone over as there were illegal. His ethics class had been the most insightful; because it was there that he realized he didn’t really have any ethics. He had no problem doing whatever he needed to do in order to get what he wanted.

Even when he watched a girl, learning later that her name was Konan, shoved against the wall in the alley he was more concerned with the situation it’d put him in rather than the actual outcome of her life. Luckily, she was able to fend for herself and actually became a friend commodity for him.

And that mentality got him far. He got a job at a company and quickly climbed the corporate ladder through hard work, blackmail, and bribery. At twenty-five he owned a company which became even more powerful with the illegal backings of his ‘family’.

But Pein grew bored. Insanely bored. He was president but there were these old jackasses who still controlled everything. Stock holders, board members, someone was always over him, trying to break him, telling him to remove his piercings. Who would take a president seriously that had more piercings than a member of an uncivilized tribe? He found it ironic that as the most powerful man in his company, he was the most bogged down. He was nothing but a face, and a face they were trying to change.

So he quit. He didn’t need the money, crime paid very well for those near the top. But he didn’t want to spend his time doing the exact same thing under the watchful eye of the mafia boss, and the man was very opposed to letting him go.

But, as he so fondly knew, everyone had their price, and he bought and bartered his freedom, mostly. It was highly suggested that he at least keep an eye on some of the boss’s assets. He had some drug and sex dealings in Reno. So Pein agreed he’d do that. He had heard his old friend had moved that way anyhow. He moved up to Reno, where his boss paid for a rather impressive house in the “Beverly Hills” of Reno, to somewhat of an annoyance to Yahiko. He needed a job to justify his steady flow of income, especially if the cops started watching.

So he had a new identity built up, it would probably cause some suspicion when a man, who at the age of 25 was president of a large corporation, was suddenly asking for some piss-ant job. He gave himself the name Pein Kami, (a name that never ceases to amuse him) and he went out in search of a job that could be somewhat entertaining and stress free, and possibly something that could justify his carrying of a weapon.

So a security guard who was responsible for watching the surveillance monitors at a porn industry seemed to fit his requirements perfectly.