xxNeroxxTakashi
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Nero took a drag of his cigarette as he walked. He exhaled and watched as the smoke disappeared. Patrolling was the worst. Being placed on patrol duty made him feel like everybody still saw him as a kid. Of course he’d grown up in the gang’s company so he suppose most of the old timers still saw him as the same little orphan the leader picked up.
There was no resentment between his adoptive father and himself. No he loved his father the same way any child loved there parent. The man took him in and raised him, taught him everything he’d need to know in order to survive in the real world. If anything he was grateful to the old man for taking him in. If he hadn’t he’d have probably ended up in the streets with nothing.
Thus despite his great hate for patrolling he’d fulfill his duty just like everyone else in his family. Last thing he wanted was to fail at such a simple job and disappoint his father.
After taking one last drag of his cigarette he flicked it to the floor before glancing down at his watch. “Almost over, thank f**king god.” Nero’s patrolling duty was almost over, soon he’d be able to go home and get an actual job that required bashing someone’s face in. Though it seemed as if he’d be able to do that sooner than he was expect. After turning a corner he’d spotted a group of drunks, but not just any drunks no they belonged to a gang on the other side of town. “Oh this is to perfect.” He muttered though it seemed not everything was perfect. There was a civilian walking not far from them, at least he assumed it was a civilian. He couldn’t go picking fights in front of some civilian, last thing he wanted was the end up in jail. So he followed them, waiting for the perfect moment to bash their faces in.
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