Akihiko and his neighbor had been friends all their lives, fought and defended each-other they're bond was stronger than anyone could have imagined. No one, not even Akihiko saw this coming, he'd just told his friend he and his family where moving to Italy for the next 8 years. His friend's eyes watered as he moved dangerously close looking at him through his soft blond hair, but Akihiko’s trust in his friend ran deeper than any fleeting moment of fear.
Eight years passed as Akihiko returned,Akihiko was about 17 years old now, the young man had shoulder length bright red hair tied back with a dull grey elastic band with burning orange eyes that would usually be covered by his bangs that where defiant enough to keep out of the make-shift hair tie, today he wore a baggy pale brown jacket, his black jeans hung comfortably over his hips allowing the rim of his pale grey boxer shorts to peek through when they weren’t covered by his jacket or white singlet. A miniature disturbingly enchanting red voodoo doll hung from his pocket attached to his phone in his left pocket, his wallet attached to a long chain stuffed comfortably in his right, he was reasonably well built but still lean and carried himself well.Strangely enough for his age he had actually become the leader of the Mafia's youth branch situated in a city a few miles from where they were right now. Being as such he was never unarmed, he carried two bright red pistols with silver trimmings in a holster under his shirt and two crimson retractable tonfas tucked comfortably under his belt at the back.
He walked into his old school and sighed, returning home to finish his last year of school in his home land, he'd left his family behind and was now living alone.
((girls or guys I don't care, be the friend, no one liners, I don't care about literacy as long as I can read it. and girls can post as a guy I don't mind that either. the smaller picture IS of two boys, just in case you didn't catch that.))
