"You don't think I've realized it now? I'm Sora Kurusu! The child of the demon, Prince of Greed! Go ahead, do the best you can. I'll just take away your very soul..."
Ever since that day, he's been on probation. And to intensify his situation, he's always being constantly monitored by the National Sergeant Major of the US army, who has been personally tasked to watch over the boy by the same bully he had attacked the week earlier.
"Ey kid! You're gonna be late!" A loud and crass voice belonging to a woman echoed throughout the halls of the apartment building, so loud that it was almost enough to be mistaken for an earthquake. "Please have patience, Miss Rebecca..." A deep and monotone voice answered from behind the door, and out came a middle-aged man in a full black suit with a matching red tie, paired up with his smooth, medium-lengthed black hair and reddish eyes. "As Sergeant Major of the army, you must be pretty upset to be dispatched for a job this disapointing, but you must have patience..." the woman then went gun-point with a Glock "You better not be tellin' me how to do my job right" The man slowly pushed the gun away with his index finger.
"No, but I am sure that there are certain limits even the highest ranking in the US military can do upon to others under her care..." he grinned lightly "Oh? Is that some kind of threat?" she said with her slasher smile, newly etched onto her face. The man then took out his pocket watch from the inner workings of his suit, and placed it back with a sighed. "Well, I trust that you will do your best as an armed officer to 'protect' my son..." he said as he walked away from the woman.
Just at the right moment as well, a boy walked out of the door. Wearing something other than his usual white shirt and school pants. "Ah, I'm sorry for the wait Miss Rebecca..." he said "Ahem!" she responds immediately "Ah, uhm yes, Ms. Rebecca" he said in a much orderly fashion, like the kind a british butler would say to his lord. And speaking of fashion, he is also wearing a tailcoat suit with incredibly tight shoes. It was all part of the conditions set by the woman who was put under his charge. "Oh, I can't wait, Losor-a..." she said with a menacing look.
Today is a saturday, so obviously it would've been a better option to stay home, for the boy to attend to his assignments. But as part of his "Special" probation, both the the person under the charge and his officer must stay within a 10ft. radius with one another, however, since the officer has the clear authority over the one with the charge. The boy has been tasked to wear a butler outfit while following the Sergeant Major whilst responding to her every need in the most "butlery" fashion.
Of course, the court "tried" lawing out her outragious and clearly one-sided demands for probation. But then the entire court realized they were about to face the same woman who beat down every single man in her unit with nothing but her bare hands, even when guns were used against her. Even then, Her father is one of the most influential political powers of New York. So obviously, no one could even dare defy the case of "self-defense" that Mark has put up against Sora Kurusu, the alleged attacker.
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Several hours of going around stores later
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"Hey kid! You 'aight?" She yelled at the boy. Who is trailing behind her with several tote bags in his hands, slung around his arms and a few around his neck. "I am in prestine condition. Ma'-" "Hey look! Is that Sora?" a girl's voice called out from the distance, followed by a few distinct voices. "Hey! It is Sora, what's he doing?" A familiar voice said "Is he on a date or something?" The voices once more got louder "Nah, He's on probation remember..." It started to annoy him "Yeah, he's probably undergoing some kind of punishment..." He kept listening to one word after another, and another and another, and then...
He just simply walked forward, with bags in hand, and around his joints. Following after the trail of a woman who seemed to despise him, the same woman related to that boy, who seems to be revolving around his life.
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He then felt something streak across his face, something hot yet painful, like a slap. And then: "Ey kid, wake up..." The boy then opened his eyes, he saw himself on a chair. The woman said, she began putting on a black glove on her left hand. The boy then touched the left side of his face, it stung. "What's the deal? You aren't being fun..." she said. The boy noticed something however, from the woman. She spoke like one. Before, he noticed she spoke with utter cruelty and her voice was so man-like that you could almost mistake it for a cross between a cement-mixer and a crocodile. But now, It sounds like the voice of a mother who's tending to her young.
"Nothing, I am perfectly at ea-" He received another slap from the woman, this time, She began putting back another glove on her right hand, which he noticed before was completely bare. "Don't you dare lie to me, Kid..." She digs around the totebags that the boy carried earlier and took out a box of Poki. "What do you mean, lying?" The boy asked "C'mon kid, I'm not stupid. You think I don't know what's going on between you and Mark?" The boy made a expression of relief, but then he suddenly wiped it clean and put on a face of confusion. "I have no idea what you're talking about..."
"Kid, Mark's pulled about a thousand stunts that he's able to get away with. You think you're the first he's picked on?" Something within the boy's chest begun beating rapidly. Like cogs turning in a clock. Then, attempting to hold it in, He took the first sigh of his journey. The woman then bit on a piece of Poki. "I know what you've been through kid, I've seen your records..." The boy then said "Then you know how dangerous I am..." The woman just laughed "Course I do, wanna know why?" The boy sighed "why?" "why kid?" she stood up and gently placed her right hand on his left cheek...
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"Because I've been there too..."