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T-T-This is the last one for Leafy for a while---- LOL

I don't think I'll be able to handle anymore after this asdfasdfs---// also sorry for this insane wall //crys and rolls

|警視庁犯罪歴|
>(translate.)Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department: Criminal Records
>enter login: #####
>enter passw: #####
>Access Granted.
> Last login: 13.4.6

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>case file opened: ****** Organization - Yakuza
> subject selected: ******* 'Kyojin'
> update: suspect has been removed from organization
> whereabouts: unknown
> status: unknown

B A S I C . I N F O:
N A M E:Birthname unknown
> [NOTE]: Is reffered to as 'Kyojin'
N I C K N A M E (S): H I A T U S
A G E: 22
D. O. B.: December 27
> Capricorn (♑)
G E N D E R: Male
N A T I O N A L I T Y: Japanese
H A I R / E Y E . C O L O R: Black / Blue
H E I G H T / W E I G H T: 6"0 || 167 lbs.

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D I V I S I O N: Experimental

W E A P O N: Scalpel
> [NOTE]: "This? Ahh yeah, this is the scalpel I had on me the night I was betrayed. I've taken good care of it as it is a reminder and keeps me motivated. I can only cut and stab with it though."

L I K E S: Blood | Cold Air | Being a troll | Invading personal space | Dissecting | Begging | Looking nice | Horror Movies

D I S L I K E S: People in general | Pain on himself | Bed Hair | Using Guns | Crybaby's (if they aren't on a surgical table) | Alcohol | Disruptions | Cold Coffee

P E R S O N A L I T Y: | Pathological Liar | Sadistic | Manipulative | Callousness | Impulsive | Superficial | Remorseless |

”Sometimes I wonder...would it have been better if I had just been put into a mental ward?

>Observation notes: Det. Hishigara
>Access granted.

Although his original goal in life was to become a doctor. The reasoning behind it wasn’t so he could help people, it was because he thought that was the only way that the family would accept him. However, he was interested in the human body from a very early age.

The suspect exhibits multiple signs of a sociopath. He seems to have no problem lying and it is difficult to tell the difference between his lies and his truths. He has an odd sadistic nature and often makes remarks about his line of work. How messy it can become, yet fulfilling and is always a “learning experience.”

He appears charming and cheerful which is part of his manipulative nature and at the same time seems to the lack the ability to feel empathy or remorse. Even what he says suggests kindness and the like, it’s most likely only superficial.

A B I L I T I E S
>[ PRECISE ] : “Even though live dissection is my favorite form of torture, it’s important that I do it cleanly. Cut the wrong artery and you’ll have yourself a blood shower.”
>[ BRILLIANT ] : “I wouldn’t have been able to study medicine if I was an airhead. I may be crazy, but I know and understand everything I could have possibly learned about the human body. Right down to the placement of your smallest vein.”
>[ FAST REFLEXES ] : “When you’re part of the Yakuza, if you can’t defend yourself then you’re as good as dead meat. I suck at shooting guns, but I’m quick enough to jab my scalpel in your eye~ My height seems to add a bonus as well!”

W E A K N E S S E S
>[ LOW PAIN TOLERANCE ] : “It’s pathetic if you ask me. I’m able to create such beautiful cries, but I can’t bear the experience myself.”
>[ LOW ALCOHOL TOLERANCE ] : “I don’t like alcohol. It clouds my thoughts and makes my stomach churn. I’m unable to function after having a few ounces.”
>[ IMPULSIVE ] : “Let’s just say...make sure you aren’t near me when I snap. You might lose a finger if you are. I seem to have trouble keeping my temper down.”

Q U O T E S
> “Let’s have some fun shall we?”
> “Oh, this will hurt a lot.”
> “I can’t wait to hear your screams.”
> “I wonder how long I can keep you conscious for?”

G O A L
>file 172874 accessed
> recording file: found.

> ”You could have thrown me in an asylum, but instead you tried to kill me. Is this how you’re going to repay my loyalty? Very well then. I’ll just have to end your Yakuza. One way or another.”

> Playback error
> file corrupted.

D A R K . S E C R E T
>file 172875 accessed
> recording file: found.

> ”God, are you there? Tell me, why do I exist? Where do I belong? Did you really just create me to explore the wonders of your creations? Hey, tell me. What purpose is my life fulfilling?”

>Playback error
> file corrupted.

H I S T O R Y:
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>Data Recieved.
>Recording playback. Start.--

"Youthink you can dispose of me like that? Don't make me laugh. I wonder...how you would look if I painted you red. Well...father?"
---bzzzz-zzzzz-zzzzz-----

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Umm...is this thing on? Test, test....ok!" My name is ▒▒ but I was renamed by 'father' to Kyojin. In Japanese, it means "madman". Fitting, isn't it? Haha~ I'm 22-years-old. Japanese decent. 184 centimeters. Male. I currently work for the Experimental Division, which I can say for sure that its loads and loads of fun!

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Hmm...My life before I became part of the project? Woah, this might be a long story, but for some reason I'm sure it won't bore you. Back in Japan, I was born into a special family. This was family was special because you see, we were loyal yakuza! Cool right? Our clan was called▒▒but, my biological dad wasn't the oyabun or wakagashira or anything like that, no no. Dad was one of the few doctors that worked only for the Yakuza. Since doctors were hard to come by for our clan, I decided as a kid that I'd study to become a doctor. My parents were really proud!

Hmm, but the thing is, they never got to see me work. You see, one day when I was at school, the two of them got caught up in a shoot out somehow. They both died. I wasn't alone though, the clan still took care of me, and the Oyabun took me in. Oyabun in a way, means family boss, just in case you were confused ehe. Anyway, our Oyabun liked it when everyone called him father so I'll just refer to him as that from now on...now...where was I..?

Ah right, father took me in after my parents died. He knew I wanted to become a doctor, but he also told me that he saw something special in me. Something that told him that I'd be an important member in the future. Imagine that, me as a kid being praised by the Oyabun (father)! He also thought that my original name was too unfitting, so that's when I wasto be called Kyojin. Let me tell you, it didn't sit too well with a lot of the teachers and students at school. Apparently they thought the name was kind of scary, haha~

I didn't really have any friends, and the teachers avoided me even though I was the best student. If I remember correctly, a lot of people were scared and creeped out by me. For some reason, a lot of people don't like to talk about dissection and such fantasies. Meh. But there was one person I could call my best friend. My adoptive brother, father's biological son,▒▒ He was a really cool person! I remember when we were kids we would play this game where we had to find small bugs and rodents and come up with different ways to kill them. Oh, the things we came up with, hmmm. And when guys would corner me, accuse me of being wierd, and then tried to beat me up; he would always be there to back me up. He really...was like a brother to me.

Father treated us equally as his sons. Brother was expected to take over the role of Oyabun of course. I knew he wanted it, I didn't really care for the position either, all I wanted to do was become our family's best doctor. I wanted to be useful in my own way.I earned the chance to start my training once I graduated high school. As a gift, father got something really special. I would be allowed to dissect a real live human being! After all, its better to learn hands on right? I still remember, the dark room filled with new surgical tools, my own lab. That traitor who had been strapped to the table, struggling and begging for me to release him. Waahh, it was so much fun, I wish I could go back and do it all over! The only thing though, father said I got a tad bit carried away, apparently the guys who cleaned up after me had trouble getting blood out of certain places and picking up the pieces I had severed. Haha~ While I was studying medicine, father kept allowing me to do my own research and studies on people who he didn't like or didn't need anymore. I didn't mind, it was fun! Father always told me I did a good job and would sometimes come watch to see me work. Brother would come by every now and then, but he was always busy working above ground in dealings and gang fights and stuff; and the times he did come, he didn't seem like he enjoyed himself much. Hmm, yeah, those 2 or 3 years after high school were filled with my real yakuza training. What I had wanted to do since I was a little kid. As a result, I didn't get to see my brother often, I knew father originally split his time between us, but in the last year I was with the family, I noticed he started to come see me less. It's because of that reason...that reason...why I was betrayed.

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My last few months of being in the family, weren't much different other than the fact that father had pretty much stopped coming to see me. He would have guards and such watch me while I worked, but they always seemed uneasy around me. Seriously, I pulled out the vocal cords of some chick I was working on and showed it to the guard for that day. That guy really looked like he was going to puke. Really, I figured if someone was a real yakuza then they would be able to handle looking at real body parts, pfftt--. To be honest, I thought I did my work well. If father wanted them to feel a lot of pain, I made sure to cut every piece of skin of their body or pull out every single one of their teeth;
and I made sure they didn't die when he wanted them to talk afterwards!

I was a good worker...but, now thinking back on it, I can sort of understand the underlying reason why they all betrayed me. When I wasn't in the lab or at school, I would of course be around the house or father's work. Everyone knew who I was, they would take glances at me, either in fear or disgust. There have been a few times where I pulled out a scalpel or a pair of scissors to scare some douches. But hey, at the time I didn't think it was such a big deal since everyone in the yakuza argues with each other from time to time.

These opinions that people had for me and the things I did even though they were all orders from father...they were all just reasons for people to feel uneasy around me. They didn't have a reason to kick me out...at least not until that day. Geez...it's still fresh in my memory. It was just a regular night. After class, I was in my lab getting ready to do another session. The subject was already tied down and crying. As I put my gloves on, I expected my bodyguard for the night to come down, but instead it was someone who I hadn't seen in a while. My brother. I was exited, he hadn't come to see me work in a long time. He had a smile on his face, but I could tell by his body language that he didn't want to be around me, so I was determined that I would show him how well I worked, I wanted to impressive him. I remember it clearly, cutting into the guy's chest as he cried in pain, cutting away at his rib cage, then finally reaching my hand in to rip his heart out. When I looked up to show my brother, his face was filled with nothing but disgust. But...he said something, that I didn't understand at the time. Something about how my face looked when I worked, how it bothered him, how it showed signs of me being....in his words....a psychopath. I laughed his words off, but then he asked me questions of how I would show things to the guards or get aggressive towards people in the family. I confirmed them, since I didn't have a reason to lie.

It was at that moment...right then and there. I turned around to put the organs i had collected on a table, but a sharp pain on the side of my arm surprised me. Confused I turned around to see my brother holding out a gun at me.

"Nii-san? ...Why?"
"I'm only doing what has to be done to keep this family safe!"

With that, he shot another time, but I had managed to dodge. He came closer, so instinctively I had pushed the table with the bloody corpse towards and onto him. The gun flew from his hand and the corpse and the table pushed him over. While he was down, I had planned to run past him to the door, but as I did he grabbed me by my leg and pulled me down. He had his knee in my stomach so I couldn't move and pushed my head down with one hand. With the other he picked up one of the tools and raised it up, prepared to stab me. He said something at that point, but I didn't really hear it. I was too preoccupied trying to pull the spare scalpel out of my lab coat. Before he could thrown his arm down, I had used my right hand to pull a scalpel out of my left pocket, bringing it up and across his neck.

The gash across his neck sprayed blood on me as I quickly pushed him over before he could collapse on top of me. Realizing that I had just killed my brother in self-defense, I called father and told him what happened. Soon a bunch a guys came into the lab and forced me into a car. When I arrived home, I was still covered in blood...the subject's blood on my sleeves, brother's blood onmy face and clavicle area, and my own staining my sleeve where I had been shot. I ran to father, telling him how I almost died because brother tried to kill me. I didn't know what to expect, but something I didn't expect to happen, was for him to take out his own gun and shoot me in the stomach. I didn't know at the time, but I've come to realize that father was the one who sent brother to kill me. Apparently, they were worried I was going to kill or get the whole family arrested since psychopaths are generally uncontrollable. Hmph, it's kind of unfair isn't it?

I grabbed my gut, landed on the floor on my knees, I could feel nothing but excruciating pain. Two guys held my shoulders down as father stood in front of me. He cocked his gun and pointed it at my head. Then he told me something, "If only I had known that you'd turn out this way...I would have killed you a long time ago."

Sigh...That was heartbreaking, after all, my whole life I had thought he looked at my like his real son. I was wrong. So, how did I make it out alive? The scalpel. I had put it back in my pocket after I killed my brother. It didn't take much to reach a hand into my pocket and lash my arm out to stab father's leg. He recoiled from the pain and ended up shooting one of the guys who was holding me down. In the confusion...I ran. I ran and ran, bleeding out from a gunshot wound in my stomach. I couldn't stop though, I knew that if I did, then I'd be dead. I don't know exactly how far I managed to get, but I ended up somewhere in the city. I needed to keep my hands on the wall for support, my vision started failing, I really needed to find someplace where I could stitch myself up. I didn't know really. Just where did I belong anymore? My whole life. My entire life, I devoted myself to working for that family. I was going to go to medical school and become a doctor for them wasn't I? Those subjects I worked on and tortured in my lab, I was ordered to do that. It helped me my studies too. Why was that such a problem? Just because I had fun with my work...that made me a psychopath? Even if I am, why does that mean I can be killed and disposed because they don't know how to interact with me? All this time, what purpose did my life serve? It was then that I decided that I would end them. All of them for betraying me. If I wasn't going to be allowed in with them. Then they would meet the fate that every yakuza fears. Arrest or complete annihilation. After all, I used to be one of them, I was raised by the boss. Even though I spent most of my hours in my lab. I still know enough to throw them in a cell. But what fun would that be? I'd rather torture them, then hand them over to the police.

All at once, these thoughts ran through my head, but my they were interrupted suddenly as I heard a cry for help in the distance. Too be honest, I didn't care. I was in enough pain already to cry for help myself. As I tried to continue walking, a man in a black tux approached me. At first I panicked, thinking it was someone from the family. But I soon came to realize that he wasn't anyone from our clan. He offered me help and I accepted it. As he led me towards an alley, I felt a sharp pain and before I knew it, I was out.

When I awoke, I was in a familiar setting. It seemed a lot like my lab, only, I was the one strapped down. I thought for sure father had set
this up and planned on torturing me like I had done for him, but then that man with the tux appeared again. After helping me sit up, he made me an offer. For some reason, he knew that I wanted to end the yakuza, no matter what I would have my revenge on them. When I confirmed, he welcomed me to Project Melancholic.

I now have a new place to stay, and a new goal to work towards...but...----bzzzz---- is
this where....---bzzz---bzzz-- ...I truly...---bzz-bbzzz-- ...belong?

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R E L A T I O N S
> File accessed.
> No data available.

E T C

> “Kyojin” literally translate to “madman.”
> He is favorite method of torture involves surgical tool and no anesthetics.
> He’ll say some things in Japanese if he doesn’t know the word or phrase in English.
> Has a black stud and two loop piercings on his right ear.
> When he works he likes to wear a mask that resembles this emoticon: (> ◇ <)
> VOICE: Tachibana Shinnosuke [link]

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> file has reached limit.
> command:
> delete
>
> file has been D E L E T E D

Description

T-T-This is the last one for Leafy for a while---- LOL

I don't think I'll be able to handle anymore after this asdfasdfs---// also sorry for this insane wall //crys and rolls

|警視庁犯罪歴|
>(translate.)Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department: Criminal Records
>enter login: #####
>enter passw: #####
>Access Granted.
> Last login: 13.4.6

>-0000---0-00--
>-0000-00--0-0-
>--0000--0--0-0

>case file opened: ****** Organization - Yakuza
> subject selected: ******* 'Kyojin'
> update: suspect has been removed from organization
> whereabouts: unknown
> status: unknown

B A S I C . I N F O:
N A M E:Birthname unknown
> [NOTE]: Is reffered to as 'Kyojin'
N I C K N A M E (S): H I A T U S
A G E: 22
D. O. B.: December 27
> Capricorn (♑)
G E N D E R: Male
N A T I O N A L I T Y: Japanese
H A I R / E Y E . C O L O R: Black / Blue
H E I G H T / W E I G H T: 6"0 || 167 lbs.

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D I V I S I O N: Experimental

W E A P O N: Scalpel
> [NOTE]: "This? Ahh yeah, this is the scalpel I had on me the night I was betrayed. I've taken good care of it as it is a reminder and keeps me motivated. I can only cut and stab with it though."

L I K E S: Blood | Cold Air | Being a troll | Invading personal space | Dissecting | Begging | Looking nice | Horror Movies

D I S L I K E S: People in general | Pain on himself | Bed Hair | Using Guns | Crybaby's (if they aren't on a surgical table) | Alcohol | Disruptions | Cold Coffee

P E R S O N A L I T Y: | Pathological Liar | Sadistic | Manipulative | Callousness | Impulsive | Superficial | Remorseless |

”Sometimes I wonder...would it have been better if I had just been put into a mental ward?

>Observation notes: Det. Hishigara
>Access granted.

Although his original goal in life was to become a doctor. The reasoning behind it wasn’t so he could help people, it was because he thought that was the only way that the family would accept him. However, he was interested in the human body from a very early age.

The suspect exhibits multiple signs of a sociopath. He seems to have no problem lying and it is difficult to tell the difference between his lies and his truths. He has an odd sadistic nature and often makes remarks about his line of work. How messy it can become, yet fulfilling and is always a “learning experience.”

He appears charming and cheerful which is part of his manipulative nature and at the same time seems to the lack the ability to feel empathy or remorse. Even what he says suggests kindness and the like, it’s most likely only superficial.

A B I L I T I E S
>[ PRECISE ] : “Even though live dissection is my favorite form of torture, it’s important that I do it cleanly. Cut the wrong artery and you’ll have yourself a blood shower.”
>[ BRILLIANT ] : “I wouldn’t have been able to study medicine if I was an airhead. I may be crazy, but I know and understand everything I could have possibly learned about the human body. Right down to the placement of your smallest vein.”
>[ FAST REFLEXES ] : “When you’re part of the Yakuza, if you can’t defend yourself then you’re as good as dead meat. I suck at shooting guns, but I’m quick enough to jab my scalpel in your eye~ My height seems to add a bonus as well!”

W E A K N E S S E S
>[ LOW PAIN TOLERANCE ] : “It’s pathetic if you ask me. I’m able to create such beautiful cries, but I can’t bear the experience myself.”
>[ LOW ALCOHOL TOLERANCE ] : “I don’t like alcohol. It clouds my thoughts and makes my stomach churn. I’m unable to function after having a few ounces.”
>[ IMPULSIVE ] : “Let’s just say...make sure you aren’t near me when I snap. You might lose a finger if you are. I seem to have trouble keeping my temper down.”

Q U O T E S
> “Let’s have some fun shall we?”
> “Oh, this will hurt a lot.”
> “I can’t wait to hear your screams.”
> “I wonder how long I can keep you conscious for?”

G O A L
>file 172874 accessed
> recording file: found.

> ”You could have thrown me in an asylum, but instead you tried to kill me. Is this how you’re going to repay my loyalty? Very well then. I’ll just have to end your Yakuza. One way or another.”

> Playback error
> file corrupted.

D A R K . S E C R E T
>file 172875 accessed
> recording file: found.

> ”God, are you there? Tell me, why do I exist? Where do I belong? Did you really just create me to explore the wonders of your creations? Hey, tell me. What purpose is my life fulfilling?”

>Playback error
> file corrupted.

H I S T O R Y:
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>Data Recieved.
>Recording playback. Start.--

"Youthink you can dispose of me like that? Don't make me laugh. I wonder...how you would look if I painted you red. Well...father?"
---bzzzz-zzzzz-zzzzz-----

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Umm...is this thing on? Test, test....ok!" My name is ▒▒ but I was renamed by 'father' to Kyojin. In Japanese, it means "madman". Fitting, isn't it? Haha~ I'm 22-years-old. Japanese decent. 184 centimeters. Male. I currently work for the Experimental Division, which I can say for sure that its loads and loads of fun!

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Hmm...My life before I became part of the project? Woah, this might be a long story, but for some reason I'm sure it won't bore you. Back in Japan, I was born into a special family. This was family was special because you see, we were loyal yakuza! Cool right? Our clan was called▒▒but, my biological dad wasn't the oyabun or wakagashira or anything like that, no no. Dad was one of the few doctors that worked only for the Yakuza. Since doctors were hard to come by for our clan, I decided as a kid that I'd study to become a doctor. My parents were really proud!

Hmm, but the thing is, they never got to see me work. You see, one day when I was at school, the two of them got caught up in a shoot out somehow. They both died. I wasn't alone though, the clan still took care of me, and the Oyabun took me in. Oyabun in a way, means family boss, just in case you were confused ehe. Anyway, our Oyabun liked it when everyone called him father so I'll just refer to him as that from now on...now...where was I..?

Ah right, father took me in after my parents died. He knew I wanted to become a doctor, but he also told me that he saw something special in me. Something that told him that I'd be an important member in the future. Imagine that, me as a kid being praised by the Oyabun (father)! He also thought that my original name was too unfitting, so that's when I wasto be called Kyojin. Let me tell you, it didn't sit too well with a lot of the teachers and students at school. Apparently they thought the name was kind of scary, haha~

I didn't really have any friends, and the teachers avoided me even though I was the best student. If I remember correctly, a lot of people were scared and creeped out by me. For some reason, a lot of people don't like to talk about dissection and such fantasies. Meh. But there was one person I could call my best friend. My adoptive brother, father's biological son,▒▒ He was a really cool person! I remember when we were kids we would play this game where we had to find small bugs and rodents and come up with different ways to kill them. Oh, the things we came up with, hmmm. And when guys would corner me, accuse me of being wierd, and then tried to beat me up; he would always be there to back me up. He really...was like a brother to me.

Father treated us equally as his sons. Brother was expected to take over the role of Oyabun of course. I knew he wanted it, I didn't really care for the position either, all I wanted to do was become our family's best doctor. I wanted to be useful in my own way.I earned the chance to start my training once I graduated high school. As a gift, father got something really special. I would be allowed to dissect a real live human being! After all, its better to learn hands on right? I still remember, the dark room filled with new surgical tools, my own lab. That traitor who had been strapped to the table, struggling and begging for me to release him. Waahh, it was so much fun, I wish I could go back and do it all over! The only thing though, father said I got a tad bit carried away, apparently the guys who cleaned up after me had trouble getting blood out of certain places and picking up the pieces I had severed. Haha~ While I was studying medicine, father kept allowing me to do my own research and studies on people who he didn't like or didn't need anymore. I didn't mind, it was fun! Father always told me I did a good job and would sometimes come watch to see me work. Brother would come by every now and then, but he was always busy working above ground in dealings and gang fights and stuff; and the times he did come, he didn't seem like he enjoyed himself much. Hmm, yeah, those 2 or 3 years after high school were filled with my real yakuza training. What I had wanted to do since I was a little kid. As a result, I didn't get to see my brother often, I knew father originally split his time between us, but in the last year I was with the family, I noticed he started to come see me less. It's because of that reason...that reason...why I was betrayed.

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My last few months of being in the family, weren't much different other than the fact that father had pretty much stopped coming to see me. He would have guards and such watch me while I worked, but they always seemed uneasy around me. Seriously, I pulled out the vocal cords of some chick I was working on and showed it to the guard for that day. That guy really looked like he was going to puke. Really, I figured if someone was a real yakuza then they would be able to handle looking at real body parts, pfftt--. To be honest, I thought I did my work well. If father wanted them to feel a lot of pain, I made sure to cut every piece of skin of their body or pull out every single one of their teeth;
and I made sure they didn't die when he wanted them to talk afterwards!

I was a good worker...but, now thinking back on it, I can sort of understand the underlying reason why they all betrayed me. When I wasn't in the lab or at school, I would of course be around the house or father's work. Everyone knew who I was, they would take glances at me, either in fear or disgust. There have been a few times where I pulled out a scalpel or a pair of scissors to scare some douches. But hey, at the time I didn't think it was such a big deal since everyone in the yakuza argues with each other from time to time.

These opinions that people had for me and the things I did even though they were all orders from father...they were all just reasons for people to feel uneasy around me. They didn't have a reason to kick me out...at least not until that day. Geez...it's still fresh in my memory. It was just a regular night. After class, I was in my lab getting ready to do another session. The subject was already tied down and crying. As I put my gloves on, I expected my bodyguard for the night to come down, but instead it was someone who I hadn't seen in a while. My brother. I was exited, he hadn't come to see me work in a long time. He had a smile on his face, but I could tell by his body language that he didn't want to be around me, so I was determined that I would show him how well I worked, I wanted to impressive him. I remember it clearly, cutting into the guy's chest as he cried in pain, cutting away at his rib cage, then finally reaching my hand in to rip his heart out. When I looked up to show my brother, his face was filled with nothing but disgust. But...he said something, that I didn't understand at the time. Something about how my face looked when I worked, how it bothered him, how it showed signs of me being....in his words....a psychopath. I laughed his words off, but then he asked me questions of how I would show things to the guards or get aggressive towards people in the family. I confirmed them, since I didn't have a reason to lie.

It was at that moment...right then and there. I turned around to put the organs i had collected on a table, but a sharp pain on the side of my arm surprised me. Confused I turned around to see my brother holding out a gun at me.

"Nii-san? ...Why?"
"I'm only doing what has to be done to keep this family safe!"

With that, he shot another time, but I had managed to dodge. He came closer, so instinctively I had pushed the table with the bloody corpse towards and onto him. The gun flew from his hand and the corpse and the table pushed him over. While he was down, I had planned to run past him to the door, but as I did he grabbed me by my leg and pulled me down. He had his knee in my stomach so I couldn't move and pushed my head down with one hand. With the other he picked up one of the tools and raised it up, prepared to stab me. He said something at that point, but I didn't really hear it. I was too preoccupied trying to pull the spare scalpel out of my lab coat. Before he could thrown his arm down, I had used my right hand to pull a scalpel out of my left pocket, bringing it up and across his neck.

The gash across his neck sprayed blood on me as I quickly pushed him over before he could collapse on top of me. Realizing that I had just killed my brother in self-defense, I called father and told him what happened. Soon a bunch a guys came into the lab and forced me into a car. When I arrived home, I was still covered in blood...the subject's blood on my sleeves, brother's blood onmy face and clavicle area, and my own staining my sleeve where I had been shot. I ran to father, telling him how I almost died because brother tried to kill me. I didn't know what to expect, but something I didn't expect to happen, was for him to take out his own gun and shoot me in the stomach. I didn't know at the time, but I've come to realize that father was the one who sent brother to kill me. Apparently, they were worried I was going to kill or get the whole family arrested since psychopaths are generally uncontrollable. Hmph, it's kind of unfair isn't it?

I grabbed my gut, landed on the floor on my knees, I could feel nothing but excruciating pain. Two guys held my shoulders down as father stood in front of me. He cocked his gun and pointed it at my head. Then he told me something, "If only I had known that you'd turn out this way...I would have killed you a long time ago."

Sigh...That was heartbreaking, after all, my whole life I had thought he looked at my like his real son. I was wrong. So, how did I make it out alive? The scalpel. I had put it back in my pocket after I killed my brother. It didn't take much to reach a hand into my pocket and lash my arm out to stab father's leg. He recoiled from the pain and ended up shooting one of the guys who was holding me down. In the confusion...I ran. I ran and ran, bleeding out from a gunshot wound in my stomach. I couldn't stop though, I knew that if I did, then I'd be dead. I don't know exactly how far I managed to get, but I ended up somewhere in the city. I needed to keep my hands on the wall for support, my vision started failing, I really needed to find someplace where I could stitch myself up. I didn't know really. Just where did I belong anymore? My whole life. My entire life, I devoted myself to working for that family. I was going to go to medical school and become a doctor for them wasn't I? Those subjects I worked on and tortured in my lab, I was ordered to do that. It helped me my studies too. Why was that such a problem? Just because I had fun with my work...that made me a psychopath? Even if I am, why does that mean I can be killed and disposed because they don't know how to interact with me? All this time, what purpose did my life serve? It was then that I decided that I would end them. All of them for betraying me. If I wasn't going to be allowed in with them. Then they would meet the fate that every yakuza fears. Arrest or complete annihilation. After all, I used to be one of them, I was raised by the boss. Even though I spent most of my hours in my lab. I still know enough to throw them in a cell. But what fun would that be? I'd rather torture them, then hand them over to the police.

All at once, these thoughts ran through my head, but my they were interrupted suddenly as I heard a cry for help in the distance. Too be honest, I didn't care. I was in enough pain already to cry for help myself. As I tried to continue walking, a man in a black tux approached me. At first I panicked, thinking it was someone from the family. But I soon came to realize that he wasn't anyone from our clan. He offered me help and I accepted it. As he led me towards an alley, I felt a sharp pain and before I knew it, I was out.

When I awoke, I was in a familiar setting. It seemed a lot like my lab, only, I was the one strapped down. I thought for sure father had set
this up and planned on torturing me like I had done for him, but then that man with the tux appeared again. After helping me sit up, he made me an offer. For some reason, he knew that I wanted to end the yakuza, no matter what I would have my revenge on them. When I confirmed, he welcomed me to Project Melancholic.

I now have a new place to stay, and a new goal to work towards...but...----bzzzz---- is
this where....---bzzz---bzzz-- ...I truly...---bzz-bbzzz-- ...belong?

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> “Kyojin” literally translate to “madman.”
> He is favorite method of torture involves surgical tool and no anesthetics.
> He’ll say some things in Japanese if he doesn’t know the word or phrase in English.
> Has a black stud and two loop piercings on his right ear.
> When he works he likes to wear a mask that resembles this emoticon: (> ◇ <)
> VOICE: Tachibana Shinnosuke [link]

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