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  My plan was simple, he was too much of a coward too gather a team this early, especially me being gone, so I created a new routine around living my new life under his roof. A few good months, I'd say my money triffles his but he has probably kept billions and destroyed millions of thos circular things the economy functions around just being him. It was a nice life, calm life, usually made sounds on the roof to scare him, needed food bought some and all those noises he always dismissed it. A cunfusion between I am strong and I am scared, he goes to work at the same time everyday, he doesn't work at night and he has given his share of money to some loaners who can offer him a deal even he can't say no too. He bought slaves is the short jist of it, from the poor parts of society all rugged, people who don't have anything going for em, now he's waiting for the area he needs to keep em, he never talks about em ever living his own fantasy. When I lived with him I learned to have a slow or pattern based movement, you often dismiss the sound coming from upstairs then, everybody has that one upstairs neighbor who makes sounds you never question, even an upstairs neighbor, because the moment that thought crosses your mind you're scared. When it came to brushing my teeth, I usually was dangling on a rope from the rooftop stealing at night ... the toothpaste barely in there at that and doing all that teeth brushing upside down. I found a new peace knowing nobody was looking for me, even if that feeling was for a little while. I often lay awake at night saying this is dumb, kill yourself, all annoyances because I should be running away from the issue my future has for me. Then she shows up, not even looking for soldiers yet, while that happening all of Malfonz's soldiers were tucked in tight in that basement of his, then SHE SHOWS UP.

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  I have righty and lefty, not soldiers of any kind but good people, obedient people. She has no place to live am I so wrong for saying what I did, my life's a mess, if I scare this one man ONE MAN with this crazy crazy idea of mine, rope up his bed take the vaccine and destroy it all that is good will come, even if it doesn't I will be dead happy or happy dying in any brutal way shape or form. I ... I can't kill, but I can stop a goal, and then I meet my first woman who for once made me feel more crazy than I already was.

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  I stood there confused as all heck, lefty and righty scared straight were my paid employees taking care of my house and living off of my well earned money, she spoke of gratitude and me offering her food, such such a small act I barely have it written. You know what earked me showed me even if I were to meet my soulmate I wouldn't notice, the first thing I saw in her was the Ichika that never opened up. I was feeling a sense of loathing that would never let me love her the way she loved me, so I again let the money do the talking hoping this would be the thing she needed.

  "I was hoping to talk to you a bit, can I work for you", she asked hoping he wasn't just another guy.

  "Sure, how much you need monthly", I stood annoyed saying it.

  "I don't do the classiest of jobs, I need someone who can make contacts ... not selling yourself ... short", I have never spoken to a woman give me a break.

  "Oh no no no, I am not that type of woman by any means, sorry if it looks that way", said the lady.

  "Look lady, the only job offers I can make are the ones I make myself, and I am not the smartest tool you see, I can offer money but we split sorry", I said and I couldn't do it, I can never face up to myself, but I gave in. She convinced me and working just as hard, I knew she was in a rough place but come on she met every douche all the way up to me and now I am the deciding factor for everything closest to her, so I gave her more money. I wasn't the best I knew that, almost made me like being a stalker of my enemy. Righty and lefty made themselves at home at my home, she too. Maybe once a day in the week we would all meet to discuss a plan on the future, hard maybe.

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  As I brushed my teeth, upside down it showed me new issues I had to deal with and since Malfonz doesn’t need to eat as often, figured out from his past life before meeting me, eating was something I had to deal with when It came by. Of course, I didn’t have the time to wait for something to come by, it seemed like I was on top of the world at the same time as making him worry for his sanity.

  He didn’t worry but it soon changed, he started putting traps and him being awake, was more fun because the small times when he was out, I got to entertain myself by reading a book or two. In the mean time, stealing small pieces of clothing and selling them from him or just stealing a bit of his buck or two was fun, because I got food and he got less wealth by having me around.

  Less about him, I wonder if this changed my future, because I was being chased for some reason, and then the next I see is me dead, on the ground without that chaser in sight. I wonder if he killed me, because all I saw was my neck bleeding. I wonder who’s doing it was that I got my neck cut through.

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  "Look at that boys, and girl, we celebrate with beer a new day, and telling old stories by the campfire", I said drunk.

  "Yeah right boss, all those stories about small tell tales I always knew those lessons never meant anything, villains thrive in being mean, this is freedom", said lefty.

  "I wouldn't call loosing our hard earned money on tab and bills freedom", said righty.

  "Come on sugarplum a little more risk tonight", said my Lauraline. I might be a bad guy, but anger gets the best of me when my anger mixes up with alcohol, my guts still hated Ichika and no matter what Lauraline could never feel loved, she got hurt, I threw money away and the worst part of me wasn't even out yet.

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  During my days out I usually would have my coat on me, but since, my coat is buried deep down with another mans dead body, I decided to make myself look out like an old man. I gave myself a walking stick, started slouching a bit to make myself look shorter, and wore a fake balding wig, made me look like I was losing my hair line, I gave myself some make-up and occupied the same seat where I always sat, when I was me, and not an old man. Tried becoming friends with my enemy.

  Malfonz would occasionally come once in a while but his trips where less and less, when I wasn’t sitting there it seemed, I feel like my and his mindset was that any company is good company, and the best company being from your rival. I did not consider him my rival and he definitely did not consider me his. Everything that happened around the table stayed around the table, the past was forgotten.

  I got my daily dose of my favorite tea flavor and on the news it seemed the assassination empire I was a part of started to fail, either because of me, or because I reported them for their violent acts, self-report, the same day I deleted all information on me on the records of their company. It was nice knowing something bad happened to someone else.

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  She would be heard crying at night, righty and lefty were ok with me but they were as much of opportunists like I was, they took care of Lauraline when I couldn't but I knew a part of me changed, in a good way.

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  But Malfonz came around slowly, he started sitting next to me like before, and he didn’t recognize me. I made some mean remarks, to him, and since he was all alone, he pitched in making the same remarks. It was unique bantering with him, knowing our past and this bantering, it felt wrong being so close to the guy and smiling even though he killed my loved ones and I destroyed his sanity. But this was the moment I saw myself as a child playing pretend hide and seek against the world, maybe this, this is what I missed in my life nobody matters except me and I am the only person the world is about. It felt taboo, like I am supposed to hate my enemy, but on this table, there were no enemies. I still hated him, but it was more like, life goes on, even if you keep getting revenge, and when you have nobody your greatest enemy becomes your greatest brother. You hate your brother, but he is the one who knows you the best. Or I guess my brain fried. I got nobody, so having him as an entertainment device is a thought I have at times. It is hard to explain. And I feel like an idiot explaining this thought, but the thought that I have spending my time with him is, until I kill him and until we stop coming to the same place to enjoy a drink, I can enjoy myself for a temporary while, until he or I leave the other, then since we might never have a brother the same as the other, we might die happy knowing we enjoyed the time the other had with us. I always talk about this relationship as if a finalty, that one of us will look back and recall the moments we could never experience from the world but had a chance of experiencing from each other. I think that thought is what I cherish. Not the fact he was my brother, but the fact he could be a brother to me even though we were enemies.

  A life like this makes me a man who can appreciate life again, I feel happy. I am at peace. Fin.

  And so I sat there with my small opportunists, "toast to the fact buildings exist and if they stand we do too", and everybody said the same.