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Keigo Takami was a dead man.
His funeral was not a big event, he didn't even know the people that came to bid their goodbyes at all. He remembers the old lady that lived next to him and helped with carrying the groceries a few times.
Sweet woman indeed always had a handful of candy with her, that she gladly shared with others.
His former boss had appeared as will. He clearly was holding himself back to not spit on Keigo's grave.
What a bitter man, he thought back then.
There where a few other people he didn't recognize, probably people he may have known at some point in his life, not bothering to remember their names.
He couldn't stand watching this sad scenery any more longer, so he left the funeral quickly again,burying his hands in the pockets of his baggy joggers after pulling his hood over his head.
His feet brought him to the mainstreet where he strolled down the sidewalk for a while before a black suv came to a halt next to him.
A tinted window rolled down, revealing a blonde woman with a tight bun on top of her head and glasses perched up on her long nose. The woman always reminded him of his old math teacher, a venom spitting dragon, just like this one.
"Get in." she ordered and Keigo sarcastically performed a bow with a dramatic swing of his arm.
"It's always a pleasure, miss." he grinned and circled the vehicle to get inside on the other side.
Once inside he pulled off his hood and carded a hand through his messy blond locks. It's soon time for a haircut again, he thought as he looked out the window, watching various people they pass by.
"Didn't I tell you to stay put?" the woman said with a frown, not even looking at the man beside her.
"Well, it'd be a shame to attend my own party." he shrugged and kept looking outside.
He just wanted to see if a certain someone would come. It was not a surprise that he didn't see her and he wasn't disappointed. Not at all.
At least that's what he tries to tell himself over again, because why would she even come to the funeral of the person she sold off when he was just a child?
Shaking off this thought he turned his attention to his hands that are now folded in his lap, playing with the fabric of his hoodie. A nervous habit he never quiet got rid of.
"No one saw me, so don't worry." he said and the woman just scoffed, pushing up her glasses as if they actually moved at all.
"It doesn't matter anymore anyways. From today on your everything will be devoted to the cause and we'll make sure to prepare you well and maybe finally get rid of that bratty attitude of yours." she said through gritted teeth, she didn't like him. That much was obvious.
Without waiting for an answer she pushed a folder in his hands.
" Here's everything that you need. As soon as we reach the institution you'll be on your own and I hope you actually know how to behave."
"Yes ma'am.." he murmured, eyeing the envelope in his hands.
That's it, he thought, the life of a dead man