Usual disclaimers apply.
Not mine, if they were I would be a lot better off…
Warnings: who knows, I have no idea where this will go or
even what I'm going, but it's safe to say there will be shounen ai, probably
yaoi, possible lemons, dirty language, maybe violence. I CAN promise no character death, that's it
Day 1: My Life and This Crappy Assignment
This is so dumb.
What an idiotic assignment. I
don't know why I'm even bothering with this; I won't be able to turn it in
anyways. Not this version. I suppose I should explain what I'm doing
first of all… my teacher, who's name
I'm not going to mention cause what we call her isn't too polite, wants us to
write everyday in a journal. What a
piece of crap! We're supposed to write
what we do, where we go, how we feel, about our families and friends, etc. We do this for a while, and then we're
supposed to use it to write some deep, introspective poetry or some shit like
that. Now don't get me wrong. The idea is great. The problem is… me. What
I do, who I live with, is not exactly public domain here! It's not as if I can stand up in front of
the class and say, 'Hi, my name is Nagi and I am an assassin…' 1) I'd get sent to the principal for not
taking the assignment seriously, or 2) I'd get sent to the police for being a
delinquent. Great. Oh well… I suppose I'll write something
everyday and then I can 'edit' it later…
Maybe she won't make us turn these things in… I can only hope…
Ok, now that that's out of the way. My name is Nagi Naoe and I'm an assassin…
sorry I couldn't resist. Sounds like a
12-step program. Assassins Anonymous. But I really am an assassin. I don't like it. I don't like killing, but how I got here is a long story. Guess that should be my contribution for
I don't really remember all that much about my
childhood. For the most part, it
sucked. My first memories of my parents
are of them fighting. Oh yeah, I don't
live with them, haven't since I was about 4 or 5. Anyway, my only clear memories of them are of them fighting. My father was a drunk. He came home drunk, went to work drunk,
passed out drunk. He was an ass. Mother took 'sleeping pills'. At least, that's what she called them. I don't know what they really were. I only ever asked once, when I was about
3. She backhanded me right into the
wall. She usually didn't hit me, maybe
a handful of times. Father on the other
hand… I learned young to stay out of
the way, to stay quiet. Then he'd only
hit her. They'd scream and yell and
he'd stamp out to drink some more.
Great childhood. The crowning
event came when I was 4 or 5, I'm not really sure, I don't even know when my
birthday is. Schu picked one for me,
but I'll talk about him another time.
So I'm like 5ish, and father-dearest comes home, drunk as
usual. I was in bed, but I couldn't
sleep. That wasn't unusual, I've been
an insomniac since I was 3. So I hear
them yelling and screaming and carrying on like always. I don't know why I got up, I didn't
usually. I guess I sensed something, I
don't know. So I got up, I slept on
this pallet thing on the floor, in my clothes usually, it got cold at night. I went to the door and cracked it. My mother and father were arguing at the top
of the steps. Father started yelling
and my mother screamed back, so he hit her, nothing new. After a while he turned away, my mother was
really angry. It scared me; she didn't
usually get like that. It was like she
was possessed or something. So she
grabbed his arm, he shoved her away, she fell down the stairs. She looked at me as she was falling. Looking back on it, I realize she never
loved me; there was only contempt in her eyes.
I ran out and down the steps.
She was dead. It was the first
time I'd ever seen a dead person, and it was my mother. I remember hearing my father come down the
stairs. I ran. I knew if I stayed there I was dead next. He couldn't have any witnesses.
I suppose people who don't know me or haven't had similar
experiences would be shocked. To me it
was normal. I mean, not my mother
dying, but the lack of love. I didn't
know what love was. I wouldn't learn
that lesson for a few more years. I
didn't know parents were supposed to love their kids. Mine never did. You only
know what you learn. So anyway, I spent
the next few years living out on the streets.
Good thing I'm smart. Not to
brag or anything, but if I wasn't I couldn't have survived. Most street kids band together into gangs,
safety in numbers and all that. None of
them would have me. See I was weird,
even back then. I had to take care of
myself, and that was fine with me. My
powers started to show up now and then.
Oh, yeah, I'm a telekinetic.
Really, I am. I can move things
with my mind. I just typed that last
sentence without moving a finger. Back
to my story. So now and then things
would happen. I really couldn't control
it, I mean, I was like 6. So it was
kinda scary. You know that old saying,
'people fear what they don't understand'?
Well, they were afraid of me.
But I was small and skinny with eyes way too big for my face, kinda like
the way I am now… *sigh* They couldn't
admit to being afraid of ME! So I was
pretty much an outcast. I think the
nicest thing they did was call me names.
I remember being stoned a couple times.
Good thing I was quick.
Well, the years on the streets weren't really all that
remarkable so I'm gonna skip over them.
Suffice to say, I was hungry, cold most of the time, and not happy. Course, that sums up most of my life, but oh
well. We figure I was about 9 when
things finally changed. I'd been
wandering around, scrounging as usual.
When I got the feeling someone was watching me. Now, you don't live out there without
trusting your instincts, so I took off.
After a while I ran around the corner and right into him. Tall, gaijin, with dark hair and brown
eyes. He got a hold of me and wouldn't
let go. I still wasn't trained in the
use of my powers so they were pretty much not helping me. I still remember what he said. "Stop fighting and you won't get
hurt." I'm thinking, yeah right,
not hurt too badly. So I asked him who
he was and instead of answering me, he asked another question. That's a very irritating habit of his. He said, "I've heard you can move
things with your mind. Is that
true?" I just kind froze. It's not as if I advertised the fact that I
was a freak, so he must have been watching me for a while. He set me down and let me look at him. He said, "My name is Crawford."
I still live with Brad (he hates it when we call him that,
but I can get away with it, don't know why, maybe he likes me better) and a
couple others, but I'll get to them.
Anyway, Crawford-san took me to his hotel. Actually I kinda got a little worried. I mean, I knew what happened when gaijin took street kids to
their hotel rooms. But he was nice, if
a little cold. He let me have a bath,
insisted on it in fact. And then he
took me to the airport and we got on this private plane. That's probably the only way we were able to
leave Japan, it's not as if I had a passport or anything. The plane ride felt like it took
forever. We landed a couple times for
fuel and that was it. I was really
scared; I'd never flown before. We ran
into a storm somewhere over Eastern Europe.
OMG I will never be able to fly
again without thinking about it. The
only reason I didn't get sick was because I had been too nervous to eat much
earlier in the flight. So finally
we land, at the time I didn't know where but now I know it was Germany.
That's when I met Schu for the first time. I'm not really going to go into him
here. I'll devote a day just to him and
the others. So, Brad dumps me off with
this weird redhead who doesn't even speak Japanese. I of course didn't speak anything else. But he was really nice.
Let me take a bath, gave me some clean clothes, fed me, tucked me into
his bed. He put his hand on my head and
I got this touch in my mind. It was the
first time Schu got in my head (he's a telepath by the way). It was warm, that mind-touch, caring. I'd never felt anything like that
before. We figured out how to
communicate and survived till Brad got back.
Then they took me to this 'training center'. It was a place where this group called Esset trained people with
powers, like me. I didn't really
understand everything that was going on.
Schu, by using a dictionary and some really good sign language,
explained that that was okay, I didn't want to know. I accepted that at face value.
Hey, I was fed, given clothes and a place to sleep, that's all I really
wanted. So they wanted to teach
me how to use my 'gift', fine by me.
They even taught me how to read and write, first in Japanese and then in
a couple other languages. I had regular
classes, just like in any school, except I was the youngest in the place so it
was pretty much private tutors. I
didn't like them. They were assholes
for the most part, really stuck on themselves.
They didn't like having to teach a little brat. Schu and Brad took over what they could,
that was better. Then Schu taught me
how to use the computer. I bet he still
regrets that sometimes. From that point
on, I did all my lessons on the computer, worked better that way. I don't like people, except for a few.
So I taught myself how to 'hack'. That's when I discovered exactly what Esset was and what they
were trying to do. I'm not afraid to
say the idea scared me. I'm not going
into it here, just in case this ever does get read by someone other than
me. But let's just say, it wasn't
good. I confronted Brad. Never a good idea. After he was done beating my skinny ass black and blue for
questioning him, he explained his plans. Them I was okay with.
After a while, he brought in Farfarello. Not long after that, we started getting sent out on field
assignments. For the most part, my job
was gathering information. I was
trained in how to fight, with and without weapons and powers, but mainly that
was for self-defense. I'm better
utilized elsewhere. If Brad needs
someone killed, he sends in Schu or Farf, if he needs a computer hacked, that's
my job. Eventually we end up back in
Japan, nominally working for this guy named Takatori Reiji.
Can I just say that the man majorly gave me the creeps! Every time he looked at me, I wanted to take
a shower. I just get this feeling he
was always imagining me without my clothes.
*shudder* I think Schu must have
picked something up off of him one time, cause he would never leave me alone
with the man. He would always pitch a
fit if Brad suggested something that would put me with Takatori. I probably don't want to know. But the man was a major bastard. Scum doesn't even cover it. Farf ignored him, Schu felt the same way I
did, even Brad had no respect for the man.
But he was useful to Crawford, which was why we were there. I'm so glad Fujimaya-san ran the asshole
through. Saved the world a lot of
trouble I'm sure. After the jerk was dead,
we reverted to pretending to follow Esset's plan while actually following
Brad's. I'm not getting into it. If Crawford gets a hold of this, I'd like to
keep my head. It's a moot point
anyways. Esset died a grisly, fiery
death about 6 months ago. I would have
been much happier celebrating their demise if I hadn't been sicker than a dog
at the time.
I nearly drowned.
Lots of fun, I know. I'm not
exactly the most healthy of individuals anyways, makes my school absences
easier to explain. So I spent the next
few weeks in bed. Summer vacation came
and went. We were busy cleaning up
after Esset. Of course we didn't get
everyone in one shot and the twitching remains had to try to get us back. That took my whole vacation. It would be nice to have a real life once in
a while. School started back up last
week and we are all caught up to today, and this crappy assignment. *sigh*
It's my turn to cook dinner so I better go do that. I'll get into my 'family' tomorrow. That may take a couple days actually… -Nagi