Osamu's Life Before His Early Adolesence

Osamu certainly does not remember much of his life before his early adolesence. It is as if the only memory he has left of his past is his name. He would rather not go back to such events, despite them not being as brutal and grieving as they may sound. One may feel dolefulness accompanied by sudden tears, but to him that past time held no meaning other than wasted times. His mind didnt commemorate his parents, his father to be precise. The head of the family had always been involved in shady deals, the boy still remembers the discussions even though they occured decades back. The poor boy was too young and innocent to truly understand what the slap or the punch meant, or the bruises occuring on his mothers skin.
The only choice he had
left was to continue playing with the toys he didnt ask for. The mother would nag on to the father, boring him to death to stop whatever he was doing, to stop ruining both of their lives. It was as if Osamu was standing all alone in all this, right in the middle of a hassle. The woman which he depended on didnt plan on having a child with the current Mafia boss, the leader of the dark side of the city. The undergrounds. You could explain the whole situation as a temporary lust infection, a casual fling with the dangerous one. Who would have expected a child to be born out of it? A love child, a bastard. The woman demanded marriage, most likely to save only her own dignity. Despite that, the marriage would have been too dangerous.
The word would spread about the successful leader of the mafia, the Young Boss would easily become the main target and bribe material for his father, and eventually the Dark Throne would be empty for last.
So, the marriage was out of option, he needed to continue as a mis-born. Throughout the first 5 years of his life, Osamu acknowledged his father getting caught in dangerous involvings, with guns and bullets and what not included. The woman was very much aware of it. When Osamu turned 6 his mother left the Mafia World, removing Osamu from it as well.
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It was hard for her to take care of a child now that she was all alone. Truth be told, they had everything they wanted and did not need back next to the figure. Food was the major priority, along with proper accommodation and warm clothing.
Osamu's grandmother was of big help, she provided them with everything they needed until Osamu was grown enough.
But, one day everything took a different route. Truth came out about the Boss, about his out-of-wedlock child, and the first thing the enemies of the Mafia wanted to do was to grab hold of the heir. That night his mother was shot in the chest, she began to say something to him, but Osamu didn't strain enough to
hear.
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The rest of the evening was a blur, but once Osamu came to his senses, the sky was pink and his vision was clouded with red. An unfamiliar person was carrying him in his arms, Osamu's head leaned on the broad shoulder. From what he could see, the redhead was definitely older than him, he did look grown up. Osamu still felt disheveled and his eyes stung as if salt was thrown into them.