I am not a good person. Correction: I was a good person with integrity and morals. Of course, in negotiations and business, I am just a shark like anyone, but I was proud to say I didn't sell my soul to cling to the higher-ups.
But when I was faced with betrayal, all hell came loose. I escaped the jail and went on a killing spree on the relatives of my ex and my former friend. I didn't want to kill my ex and my former friend; no, my revenge was for them to live a life worse than hell. I wanted to give them a scar so deep that even imagining the pain would cause it to bleed.
That's why I go to their house with the head of my ex and my former friends' parents. I wanted to give them pain. Maybe it's because of the thought that I couldn't even give my parents a well-deserved rest or maybe because I couldn't see them one last time; their deaths snapped sanity in me.
And when I go to their house, what I say is that they are playing with a boy around seven years old. I know what it meant in that instance; I had been dating her for five years. She has a seven-year-old boy with my friend. My sudden drop in stock, my sinking company, my rival company getting better off me—all of that just clicked. And I did what any crazy, vengeance-driven person would; I put my machete in the boy's neck.
I can still see both of their looks of despair on their faces even now. I remember they kept telling me the boy has nothing to do with it; it was their fault. The boy's cry calling his mother and father; the tears that flowed into my hand, wetting my hold, but I didn't mind all that; I wanted to plunge them into even more despair, so I cut that boy on the head.
Maybe it was an illusion. Maybe it was my eye playing a fool due to high adrenaline, but when I ended that boy, I saw my parents' silhouette in the shadow, looking at me in sadness and disappointment, asking 'why.' It was then my rationality came back, and I became aware of what I had truly done, so I ran.
On my run, I lost everything: my anger, my revenge, my pride, my will. Guilt and self-loathing became my companions. My running only stopped when my former friend, father to that boy, put a bullet in my head.
Because of that, in this current life, my utmost joy and pride are Maki and Mai. Though initially I was only planning to get their affection, while I was gaining theirs, I didn't notice that they were also gaining mine.
So anyway, why am I telling this self-justifying hypocrisy to make myself look good? Some might ask.
"So Ogi did this?" I asked Maki, whose one side was blue from the punch she took from Ogi. Her left side was dripping; if not for training every day and high mental resistance, I think she wouldn't even be standing in front of me now. Because that's how much worse the injury was, while not bleeding, her eyes were red because of small vein rupture, and I could even see a fist mark on her cheeks.
She didn't cry, wail in pain, or anything. In fact, she came to see me to heal an injury, not to lament what happened. She acts like she is cool with this, but I know what's inside her.
I performed my reverse curse technique on the injury.
She nodded at the words. "It seems he didn't like my rebellion speech." She touched her deformed side as my RCT took effect. "Am I ugly now?" She asked me how she looked with the deformation.
"Yeah, you look ugly as fuck" is what I wanted to say if I wanted to decrease her attachment to me, but...
"You still look like my little princess."
"Pervert." Contrary to Maki's word, a small smile blooms on her.
"So tell me, what happened?" I finished my RCT as I sat next to her. "Don't leave anything out. Let me hear what the 'problem' is."
I nodded as I started hearing the reason for that blue eye she got. It seems Ogi got her a marriage partner, one around 50 years old. He is the head of his household. Ogi's plan was to send Maki to that 'one step away from the grave' and 'elevate' our house power.
Such beautiful plan, even I was like, 'Damn, he really love his family for sacrificing his daughter for this.'
Of course, Maki rejected it to his face. Poor man was in disbelief that his 'lovely' daughter rejected the notion of making Zenin great again. So he, in a fit of rage, folds Maki into this.
Given that I was growing steadily and am not making any currents in the Zenin clan, he must have thought this will give me motivation to knock his teeth out. I have to say he is indeed a genius, for he has won.
"He is indeed intellectually refined," I said to Maki in awe. Like he is in such a state that even an intelligent person can't even tell if he is an idiot or a retard.
"Don't make any problems, Naoya; I already dealt with it. And he didn't even do that much," Maki said to Naoya, who was still smiling at her in a calm, serene manner. And she was scared, not for Naoya but for Ogi.
Of course, Maki didn't like Ogi or anything, but she did love Naoya, and if he do anything excessive to Ogi, Naoya's stand as heir would take a hit. And she didn't want that.
"Where are you going?" Maki asked, seeing Naoya stand up.
"Me? I am going to meet my uncle."
"I told you, all the problems have been dealt with; you don't need to do anything about it."
"Stop fearing. I will just meet Ogi; we will have a talk in the open air, and I will come back in a jiffy. And of course, for his wonderful display of loyalty to family, I will also need to get him some flowers."
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