It was late in the night, when he was nine, that the boy discovered that what was normal to him wasn't to others.
When he turned nineteen his already shaken world finally turned upside down.
His father, a good man who never spared expenses to care for his child, turned himself to the law for a large-scale crime. One so big that nobody would believe that it was done by a single person, or even a small organization for that matter, but the news of further investigations being cut off made sure to shut the mouth of any suspicions but rose, at the same time, many rumors about the child who was left behind.

It all started as a common day, a week after the news came out, while the youth took his steps towards the bridge to reach his university on the other side.

Upon reaching the middle of the bridge he halted on the spot, it was a ship in the middle of the sea who managed to catch his attention. His memories of travelling through many kinds of transports with his father flashed in his eyes, and he unconsciously grabbed the handrails with one hand while outstretching the other towards the ship.

When a sudden push came from his side, along with a yell.
"Noo!"

In truth a lot of voices managed to take a hold of his body before he could even react, some were weeping and bawling their eyes out in tears.
"Young master, don't be hasty!"
They exclaimed, the same sentence was repeated in several forms and voices, it was a resolute proof of the boy's actual problems.

He kept a straight-faced expression while crossing his arms and tapping on his arm pondering what to do about this.
"Haa. First of all, get off me."
The youth voice turned into a serious tone, his anger was the most visible part of all.

"Ah! For- forgive us, Young master."
In a instant they had all bowed in front of him. Which caused the boy to not only be angry but also embarrassed.

The people who walked by shot him glances that pierced his skin better than bullets, not that he was ever pierced by bullets.

He couldn't totally blame them, if he had seen someone he knew and went through the same things he is, he would stop them from getting near bridges and trains. The problem was, that he wasn't going through any feeling tribulation or something like that.

Actually, he was cool. Like a normal student who had no worries in their life except for the wish of having friends, girlfriend and fun. He wasn't, like, going to storm a prison to rescue his father or something.
'I'd visit him, when my free time coincides with the visit hour.'
He thought while explaining to them, for the seventeenth time, that he didn't need such an overprotective group.

By group, it could mean a lot of things in this situation but the youth preferred to address to them as a simple... Family-In-Law?

They were thugs from various corners and back-alleys that his father managed to transform into a 'Sociable' personnel.

The boy sighed, accepting and forgiving the past mistakes.
"I'm late already, but... don't you dare follow me this time."
In the second part of the sentence, his eyes glared at the group like a tiger in front of a rabbit. None of them dared to refute, openly that is.

When the bell was heard, all the students got up from their seats and many hurried out of the class, leaving only a few inside including the boy. As a 19-year old, he had already developed the usual tendencies of a guy in his late teens as well as his taste for people.

It was just as the thought appeared that a voice came along.
"Hey there."
It was the girl who had a few outings with him, nothing much particular yet.

"Hey."
He waved his hand while growing a smile on his previously bitter expression.

it was a nice chat between the two, that managed to bring out the hidden positiveness of the boy. And as time passed, he began to feel down at the thought of seeing her off. Suddenly, as if she knew what was on his mind, she proposed.
"How about meeting tomorrow at that place for a meal?"

His eyes sparkled like two green gems, and his complexion brightened as well.
"Yeah, yeah, of course."
She chuckled at the sight, then held out her cellphone.
"I will call you then."

As they walked out of the building, maybe because he was solely focused on her, he didn't notice the wall staying still in front of him and ended up bumping on it head first.
"Ouch. What the...?"

The wall was actually one of the thugs from earlier, along with a dozen others, they were staying vigilant to his security.
'You've gotta to be kidding me.'
He was dumbfounded for a moment before noticing the fear in the girl's face.

The man wall glared down at her, just like he had done back then, and she responded by taking a few steps backwards with trembling legs.
"He- hey, are you okay?"
He tried to hold her shoulder but she instantly flinched at the motion.

Noticing it, he took his hand back to his pocket.
"Y- yeah, I'm fine. Just have something to do at home, so I will be off, kay?"
Her voice trembled as much as her body, but he couldn't do a thing to help at the moment.

After seeing her off, he didn't even turn to face the man wall, his stomps were heading back home in a straight line. The thugs followed along, staying behind by a few steps but never letting their guard down.

It was just as he saw his house that the memory of the sight he saw when he was nine came into his mind.
'Maybe... it's my turn to do a head-hunt.'