The jet lands, and the two men step out. They look at the city of Istanbul, not knowing where to go. So they just wander aimlessly.
"Hey I forgot to ask, why are you ok with killing people?" Kazama asks Xavier, "I was trained, simple, I never like it, but it's just a job to me. You?" Kazama thinks for a second, "well… you're in for a long story."
3rd March 1963
A young Kazama and his friend Aoi are playing tag in a kids park. Kazama tries to sprint from Aoi, but the kid's always been faster than him, so he gets caught "tag!" "Fuck!" Kazama exclaims, "Kids shouldn't swear, you know." The two kids look for the source of the voice, they see Aoi's father standing there.
Kazama asks him "Why did you name your kid Aoi if you're not Japanese?" "Well I am, I was born in Osaka." "But look at your skin colour." The black man is a bit taken aback by Kazama asking this question, but he's used to it. "I think we should go, Aoi." "Bye, Kaz-chan." "Bye Aoi."
Aoi's father waits until he's out of ear range of the kid, before telling his son, "I don't want to see you talking to that kid again." Aoi stops "Why? I'm his only friend." "I know kids like him, he's just interested in your different skin colour."
School 4th March 1963
Kazama arrives at school, he doesn't see Aoi there, he thinks he must just be off sick.
He enters his classroom and sees his teacher, big beard, he was fit, and clearly strong. Kazama sits in his chair, and Fukoshi Sensei comes to him. "Kazama-chan, do you know where Aoi-chan is?" "No…" Kazama hears him mutter 'fuck' under his breath, "What's wrong sensei?" "oh… Nothing, but can you do me a favor and call 'round his house today?" "ok…"
It is breaktime, and Kazama stands in a corner alone, the other kids playing football. A group of 7 kids walk up to him, and after giving a bullshit reason, they start beating him up.
'I'm getting numb…'
But with a resounding slap, it all stops, Fukoshi Sensei smacked one of them across the face. "Are you ok Kazama-chan?".
Of course he is sternly berated by his superiors, but Kazama now had respect for this man.
4 PM
Out of school, Kazama knocks on Aoi's door. His dad opens the door, "Oh you're Kazama-chan right?" "yeah." Kazama looks at his hands coated in blood, "what happened to your hands?" "Oh…" He pauses, as if guilty. Kazama hears a groan 'heeeelp~' he looks behind the tall man, he sees Aoi crawling on the floor.
Bothe of Aoi's eyes were missing, just dark holes surrounded by blood. His scalp was missing, just an expanse of blood and bone. One of his ears were chopped off. One of his arms were completely chopped off, the other had 3 fingers missing, but the muscles in it were carved out. But the worst part was that he had no legs to speak of, just bloody stumps.
'I'm getting numb…'
Aoi's father grabs Kazama and drags him inside, throwing him on the floor. "You've seen to much kid." the man gets on top of Kazama, and starts slashing at his face and arms. Tears flew out of his eyes.
After a while, the man gets up, and grabs a jerry can of gasoline. "Now look what I have to do with this canvas!" The man shouts, he starts pouring gasoline on Aoi, who's barely clinging to life. He eventually lights a lighter, and throws it on the boy, igniting him.
'I'm getting numb…'
The boy screams for 15 seconds, before finally being freed from his suffering.
The man climbs back on top of Kazama, and takes off his pants.
Kazama was raped 7 times…
'I'm getting numb…'
"Dear Diary;
The basement is dark and damp, 3 weeks down here changes your perspective on things.
The door slams open, a man walks down, unable to make out who because of the darkness, but I know.
He throws the plate in front of me, "Eat, pig."
I've gotten used to it at this point, I thought that the routine of me getting one slice of bread per day would continue, but;
"Hey, my friends are going to come over today, and you're going to pleasure them handsomely." He tells me.
All of a sudden, I want to puke, but can't, there's simply not enough food in my stomach to vomit."
-Kazama's diary page 3
Kazama sat there in the darkness contemplating what he meant, he assume it was the same way that the man used Kazama to 'pleasure' himself. If it was that, a sudden urge to murder came over him.
'My life will be better.'
'This is revenge'
Thoughts like that swirled in his mind, a level of hatred that can't be described using words. Of course, I don't have to tell you that a six year old thinking thoughts like this isn't good at all.
Living room ???? PM?
Kazama walks into a room with 7 people, most of them were big and strong, but one was clearly obese.
"So, John, this is the one you're gonna sell?" The obese one asks the black man. John? He said he was Japanese. Was he even Aoi-Kun's dad!?
"Nah. I think I'm just gonna use it as a cocksleeve. The Japanese kids are always tighter, not worth selling." The whole table burst out laughing, as if it was the funniest thing; Kidnapping and raping kids that is.
"I'm getting numb…"
"I want to kill"
Kazama just stood in the corner, not wanting to speak up.
"Hey lemme use it real quick." The obese one says, "Ok, go ahead Mick, you're a horny bastard." The obese one, called Mick, whips out his cock.
Kazama starts crying, but they can't tell, as he isn't hydrated enough to have tears. The big man just grabs him and bends him over.
"I hate this. Why me? Why again?"
With a loud bang the front door flies open. They all grab guns from under the table. Mr Fukoshi runs in with a hatchet. Kazama looks as his teacher splits the obese man's head in half. His blood drenching Kazama.
"Oh…"
The house is lit up with gunfire. After all the men ran out of ammo, Mr Fukoshi still stood. He charged in, cutting up most of the men. Two were left. One of them was John.
They charge him, and pin him against the wall. One of them pulled a knife, and stabbed Mr Fukoshi. But he bites part of his neck out, Mr Fukoshi's face drenched in blood.
"I see…"
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" John screams, he pulls another glock from his pocket.
"OH NO!"
Kazama grabs a knife, plunging it into John's back, and again, again again again again again again again…
"...I love death…"