Hotaru Hanabi is one of the newer recruits for the Zeo Clan. Although he didn't want to join, he had no other choice.
His father was killed in a car crash when he was barely seven years old. His mother, distraught at the loss of her husband, poured herself into work to raise his other two siblings with love.
But it came at a price.
At the young age of 45, she was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. Hotaru, at his wit's end, took out many loans against the better judgment of his sister, Chouko, who rebelliously ran away from home later on. Bitterly, he still held out hope for the future, aiming to work tirelessly until the end of his days.
Until he killed someone.
It was all so sudden. One minute he was arguing with his boss; the next, pummeling him with a bat for not giving him his salary advance. Afraid of the consequences, he ran to the Zeo Clan, where they promised him safety and financial aid for his ailing mother.
He had no other choice.
And so began the life he never wanted, killing others for money. At first he resisted it, but slowly it became fun. Until he became a nominee for the next subdivision manager at Musabito Port.
All he had to do was wait.
Today was no different, except that he had the supreme duty of guarding the prisoners. As he patrolled the perimeter, he witnessed some intruders sneaking in from the back. Feeling his promotion imminent, he took out his gun, pointed it at them, and called them out.
Just as he was about to subdue them, the older of the two took out his pistol.
Shit!
Ducking behind the tree, he began firing shots at the old geezer, hoping to kill him, or at least incapacitate him. Tch, it would take some time for the lousy peons to arrive.
Dodging another bullet, he reloaded his pistol. Just as he was about to fire the umpteenth shot, a branch broke, thwacking him into the open. He could only watch in horror as five shots landed on his chest.
In pain, he aimed one last time, this time at the younger one. He gave a bloody grin once he realized that he had nicked the younger one's scalp.
Someday, I was gonna have to answer for my sins anyway. At least I went down, for my saviours...
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"Tch. Damn cunt. Had to give one last shot before he passed. "Hey, kid, you alright?"
Spitting at the ground, Albert glared at the dead body, amazed at his dogged persistence. He could only give his respect to the well-deserved, who, despite his crimes, never wavered in defending his 'family'.
Meanwhile, Subaru lay moaning on his side, his scalp bleeding from a grazed bullet. "Oww! Shit, "It hurts! Wait, is that blood? Oh no, I'm gonna to die, gonna die!" Going through the five stages, Subaru nearly went into shock before Albert slapped him while treating him.
"Verdammtes kind, we don't have time! Every single gangster is coming our way! So get ready, and start running!"