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No such record of Nishima Chisato's past has ever been documented in full detail, and never has he spoken a word about it--why? Because the past was just as it was, over and done with it, and he wasn't a big fan of nostalgia, he lived for each moment, each adrenaline filled second of life that he was given, a proud sinner by birth, and a true miscreant in life. They say, that some humans are just born evil, ones with souls that are tainted black, ones that lack a conscious, ones that lack guilt, and Chisato fell perfectly into that category, almost as perfect as how a bullet fits it a cartridge so to say. The twisted manufacturing of his mind had been polluted with foul thoughts since he was just a small child, and even if he had a proper upbringing, the odds were he would have still turned out the same, but his unstable childhood only ripened his growing hate for all human kind. Sadness wasn't something he was familiar with, never had he felt those pathetic terms such as 'lonely' or 'depressed', mostly he was jaded, in times like that he needed to get a hit of excitement, which started as not so harmless torture to animals, proceeding onto mutilation, and eventually it lead to humans. Killing and hurting others brought him this strange feeling, of what humans refer to as..happiness? Yes..pure bliss, for it was only when blood was shed that a smile would appear on his lips. It wasn't as if he was doing any real harm, as long as the world kept spinning, this disgusting race would be procreated, so a few meaningless lives disguarded along the way was more like a good deed in his opinion.

Now as far as his acquaintances went, he had very very few, if he didn't kill them, he would usually disappear entirely, not much of a socialite, preferring the silent company of his mind. However, there was one in particular that he hated a little less than most, someone who was much like himself, several similarities, along with several differences, but their common masochistic interest in blood was what had brought them close in the first place. But for this story we'd have to go back, before Chisato had runaway, around the age of fifteen years old. He had just been transfered, to what seemed to be his millionth temporary foster home, the 'system' always moving him around because he was known to cause trouble, and was usually put into the worse homes because of his, behavioral problems. This specific family didn't seem to be anything special, the father an abusive alcoholic, the only time he didn't have liquor at hand was when he was too broke to purchase any. And then there was the mother who wasn't too bright, too busy in the depths of her depression, constantly being beaten by her husband, and if not her, he would direct his aggression to their only son, Kobei. This was something Chisato was already use to seeing, and he did his best to avoid the family as much as he could, the only reason he was fostered in the first place was for the money they would receive because of it, a good $1,500 a month, enough money to keep the fathers alcohol stock in tiptop shape.

As he lived with that severely dysfunctional family, this is when he began to realize him and their son Kobei weren't so different, actually far from it, it was Kobei who took away his boredom, he had never met someone who reminded him of his self up until then. They would often play 'games' together, not tag or hide and go seek, no no, much more entertaining games, games that tested the tolerance one would have against pain, Kobei seemed to enjoy pain as it was.It was much more fun for Chisato to test his experiments out on something other than an animal, loving each reaction he would pull from Kobei's body, amazed on the power he had over the other when it came to playtime, for being in control, was something he enjoyed.-- But even playtime, has to have an end now doesn't it? Leading us to the climax of this story..

It had been a typical day in the household--a few minutes past midnight, and Chisato had gone to sleep early, not wanting to be around when the father returned home, today being a Saturday, which meant he was out drinking at a local bar, and usually would come home wasted, his intoxication always leading to violence. He wasn't asleep long before he heard a ruckus going on in the room next to his, the walls were practically paper thin and he could tell by Kobei's voice that there was a struggle going on. Without any hesitation he quickly moved from his bed to the kitchen, grabbing the largest cutting knife they owned before making his way to the room Kobei was in, cracking open the door, only to see the mother forcing herself on her son like some desperate whore, at least from his point of view that is. He was so utterly sickened by this, watching the wench grab at Kobei as her last resort for her depleted sex life,slowly by slowly his skin began to crawl, as if a million needles were pricking out from the inside of his skin in a wave like motion, a smile washing across his lips as he lunged towards the woman who hadn't even noticed his presence, not thinking twice before jabbing the knife into the center of her stomach continually. Over and over he stared in awe as the knife plunged in and out, causing blood to splatter out all over him, not even realizing after about the fiftieth stab she was already dead, the mothers body slumped over before falling onto he floor. His blue hues where still lit with that fire that had ignited while killing her, peaking over to Kobei to make sure he was alright. His blood soaked fingers trailed along the males cheek softly, leaning into his ears, comforting him from what he had just witnessed.

"Sweet Kobei..I won't let anyone harm you..Let's promise..to die together..by each others hands.."

Within a sin, a promise bloomed, an oath of death, one that would remain intact even if their very flesh were to be torn to pieces. Just seconds after he had spoken there was a loud slam at the front door, than the sound of unsteady foot steps nearing the room..the father was home. Chisato's fingers had gone limp, the knife falling to the floor just as the bedroom door was pushed open, the slouched over man's eyes growing large once seeing his lifeless wife on the floor, soon looking up to the boy who was covered in her blood. The husband cursed at him loudly, every other word a slurring swear, staggering over, not hesitating to raise his fist at Chisato. The boys eyes clenched shut, caught off guard, preparing for the punch, but as his eyes were closed, he heard the man cry out as if in pain. What had happened!? His eyes reopened, only to see that Kobei had retrieved the fallen knife, and stabbed it straight through his own fathers jugular, watching as he repeated the stabbing motions until he was sure the man was dead. Two murders committed in the same night, even so, neither of them shed a single tear, instead, they made the corpses their dinner, seeing as they hadn't eaten a real meal in ages due to all the money going to alcohol purchases..And after that..the incident was never spoken of again..Before social services could get to them, they both had already made their escape, from there forth neither of them would be controlled by anyone again..Like lions that escaped from their cage, they didn't plan on being put back in..at least not without a fight..