AN: I sort of rewrote chapters 1-4, check it out.

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Warning: There is references to underage drinking, prostitution, sex. THEY ARE ONLY REFERENCES NOTHING GRAPHIC

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"You're still young and the world will always be out there, waiting for you."


Chapter four: Alcohol is my poison


Len twirled the coin in between his fingers, he stared steadfast, blandly gazing at seemingly nothing. Tokyo's artificial lights blazed against through the dark corners of the alley. The white hair boy leaned against his motor-cycle, his right hand twitching every so often. He ignored the loud sound of the crowds just a few meters away from him, he ignored the tire screeches, the car honks―blocking the outside world.

Memories of the past flashed, simple memories, all of the greater things he had experienced in that life. The Underworld has its ups and downs (more downs in Len's opinion) but now that he thinks of it, Len remembered that everyone did what they had to do for family. Excluding the bastard up in the higher seats with sticks up their ass, the people down the lower chain weren't all that bad. They were-dare Len say it, his first family. He could barely reminisize his mother's voice, her appearance yes, but her voice was something so distant even to him. Len could recall another woman in his childhood but other than that? Those people in the mob were his family, even if some of their ways were too ruthless for his liking.

Clenching the coin, he looked up at the sound of toe steeled shoes tapping against the concrete ground. A tall, familiar young man walked up towards him, he didn't quite look Japanese, eyes narrowed like a snake and hair carelessly ruffled. His height was significantly taller than Len, towering over him. The young man wore standard procedure uniform for this op, a black tieless suit with a red undershirt.

Len snorted at the sight ,"You've hit puberty early," he said in English.

The other's lips twitched upwards before remaining impassive, "You haven't," he said pausing and looking up and down at Len, "That must be torture," he motioned at the white hair boy's outfit.

Len shrugged "Not the worst."

A long, dark, curly wig sat on top of his head instead of bleached curls, his tan skin was a shade darker. Sunset eyes were shielded by a dark blue, framed with elongated lashes and neutral eye shadow. Len found it awkward with the amount of make-up and latex that covered the scars and tattoos. He wore a short, scandalous, sequin black dress, it was a halter neck and covered the chest (he unfortunately had to wear artificial breast-bra thing). The back however, was gaping till the sides and God, it honestly looked more like a swimsuit. Somehow, he managed to balance himself in the 9 inch heels.

In short, a whore.

Len grabbed the extra, Valentino coat, from the young man's arms and slid into it, "You going to be my pimp for the night?" he lightly patted the young man's cheek, "Liu."

"As much as I'd love to Len," Liu began, "I'm more of the ward of your pimp, said pimp is in the car."

Len grinned, he hadn't seen Wei Liu since his last visit in the Triads. Liu was born in the Wei Clan, they were similar to mercenaries and had a code of both loyalty and respect. Once the job is done they leave it all in the past. During his journey running away, Len momentarily stayed with Liu without the Wei Clan ever finding out. Because as much as Len honoured the Wei's, it's better to be safe than sorry. Excluding his apathy and slightly unstable mind when killing, Liu was a loyal person to his comrades.

"Well then," Len said, encircling arms with Liu, "Lead the way."

Liu escorted him to a black sedan, the door opened by the driver, sliding in Len's nose twitched at the smell of overpowering cologne. The young Chinese sat in the front and Len glanced at his supposably pimp―

"Takeda-sensei?"

The coach of the third string basketball club smiled gently, "Hello Len."

Takeda looked like the exact opposite person from the one that Len first saw. His long shaggy hair was pulled into a high ponytail, glasses were discarded, revealing hazel eyes. He wore a dark grey suit with a black undershirt, the teacher gave a nod of acknowledgement.

"I thought you retired," Len said, narrowing his gaze.

"Retired, recently turned active," Takeda said bitterly, looking out from the car window.

Len frowned, remembering the words of Shirogane, "Because of me?"

Takeda briefly stared at him before shaking his head and patting the top of Len's "It was me or that other guy, and I volunteered. So don't worry Len, it's not your fault, it's my choice. Did I mention that you look beautiful tonight?"

"I look like a skank," Len paused as realisation soon settled in. He was in a scandalous dress in front of his teacher, who was twice his age. A look of disgust immediately formed on his face, "My teacher is my pimp!?" he groaned, "That's so wrong in so many levels."

"If we made a se―" Liu suggested and in an instant Len glared and interrupted.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence," he seethed, "Dolboed."

"Sha bi," Liu chimed in Chinese.

Len retorted in Italian "Bagascia."

"Shibazaki," Liu replied.

"Asshole."

"Bastard."

Takeda laughed but soon, seriousness washed it away, gaining their attention, "Your name will be Mila, a mute, I bought you in Europe. In this op my name is Gakudo Shin, an uprising dealer while Wei-san is my protege, Li Sheng. Our target is to get the blood samples, eye and fingerprint of Joseph Riley, a businessman with stolen goods from the family that hired us," he took out a picture from the briefcase next to him. It was of a western man with blonde hair and green eyes, he had symmetrical features if you excluded the scar on the right side, "Wei-san will hack the system. I'll will deal with the other guests and guards, when everything's clear, you target Riley."

Takeda pulled out straps, a scalpel, crystal vial earrings and duct tape "You'll need these," Len grabbed them, inspected it; before putting the straps on his thighs, slipping the vial earrings, hiding the scalpel in his dress and tucking in the duct tape in his clutch purse. "Make sure it's clean and efficient."

"What do we do with the body?" Len asked.

"Put him to sleep," Takeda said, "When we finish this mission phase two will begin. Clear?"

Len noted his use of 'when' instead of 'if'. Meaning that if he screwed up, he'd be dead. He swallowed, "Clear."

"Clear."

Takeda then smiled again, except this one was ferocious, feral-as if something dark had just unfurled itself "Happy hunting."


The location of the party was in fancy manor outside of town. Men were in their best suits, some, accompanied by women wearing high end dresses that swayed to the grounds. Others, were with women wearing dresses far past the knees. Len scrolled the surroundings; high windows, guards at every corner, tall trees and overpriced cars. His hand was encircled around Takeda's arm while Liu walked beside him. Len blinked as he slowly got more into character. Lifting his eyes from their usual droopy position, giving an awed expression. He gave a 'hesitant' motion of holding his head up high, further enclosing the distance between him and Takeda. Len felt the stares as they walked up to the main door.

The overpowering aroma of cologne, perfume and food filled the air as they stepped in. A loud remix of music played in the background, lights flashing as-holyshit! Were those pole dancers? Many were gambling, and now that Len thinks about it, some of the women looked overdressed for the occasion. He clutched Takeda's arm as the settled on a seat next to an overweight European with two barbie-like people by his side.

Liu nodded at the man while Takeda smiled, "Having a good evening sir?" he asked in a purposely slightly accented English. The question caught the man's attention, he grinned and Len couldn't help but feel unnerved when he looked at the boy from top to toe.

"Pretty girl, a bit flat chested aye?" he asked before handing out a hand worn with jewellery, "Petrov."

Takeda firmly shook it, "Gakudo, pleasure to meet you Mr. Petrov," Takeda slid a hand down Len's arm "And what can I say? I like my women young, more energy. Isn't that right Mila?"

Len feigned a blush, furiously nodding.

Petrov raised an eyebrow, "A mute?"

Takeda smirked, "A flexible mute."

Len suppressed a shiver.

Petrov nodded in acknowledgement, sliding his fingers into his jacket and handing out a card, "Call me sometimes, perhaps we can make a trade with luggage from time to time."

If Len had been in any other situation he would've tortured Petrov in almost all ways possible. Men like him were truly disposable, having no honour to the dead. Len's finger's twitched, narrowing his gaze to the thick neck. He would have carved words, savouring the screams pleading for mercy. His heart beats with excitement at the thought of breaking those tainted fingers. An eye for an eye, it was those like Petrov that made him want to leave. At the same time, it made Len want to cleanse the world. A stupid notion, unrealistic and naive. But honestly, you can't blame the white hair boy, he had experienced it firsthand. Hateful blood stinging the air, tears falling and―

"Mila?" the low husk of Liu's voice seemed to go over the loud, booming music. Len blinked, once, twice, before looking up to see a worried expression on the young man's face. He saw Petrov's uncaring face and Takeda's facade of coolness. The older man comfortingly caressed his wig, "Why don't you and Sheng go have some fun while I talk to Mr. Petrov," foreign lips came in contact with Len. It wasn't passionate, merely deep and brief. Once Takeda pulled away he lightly kissed Len's temple, "Stay out of trouble."

Len numbly nodded, taking Liu's hand, dragging themselves to the dance floor. Liu leaned down to Len's ear, "I'll see you later, I know a good Chinese restaurant, we should go there sometimes," the younger grin, tapping on Liu's arm.

'This a date?' Len asked mischievously.

Liu shrugged "If you want."

It was casual, though Len rolled his eyes, 'Alright, you're paying though. 5 o'clock, Friday, my place. Don't be late.'

Liu pecked his cheek, "Kay, well g'luck," he said before slowly disappearing into the crowd of dancers.

Len frowned, darting his attention everywhere to find his target. He lacked success for all he could see were moving bodies. Clicking his tongue, Len ran a hand through his hair, swaying his way to the edge of the crowd. Thankfully, due to his fast reflexes and agile body, Len managed to get there in no time. If facts were right, Joseph Riley liked innocent women, having much used to dark and alluring ones. Len ran a hand through his wig and sat down on a bar stool. Luckily enough, he paid attention to all those sculpting classes. Currently, Len may look like a pretty innocent woman with the soft feature but thankfully, he looked nowhere near like a kid. With latex and Hollywood glamour, he managed to heighten his cheekbones and angle his jaws in a different way.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" asked a suave voice, somehow managing to retain it's perfection amongst the music. Len turned around and it was very hard to keep his mouth from gaping, so instead, he code a soft smile.

Bingo.

Standing in front of him, in all his glory, was Joseph Riley.

Time to get to work.


Len, kept his wig on but dragged a pair of pants up, he allowed the slightly smudged make up to stay, sharpening his features and slid into a comfortable jacket. He looked less like a skank and more of a midget European, truth be told, though often teased for his height, Len was dwarf short, he could pass off as a petite lady, but considering the fact that majority of males he met were blessed with bloods that turned them into giants, there wasn't much to say.

Excluding his childhood of course, then, due to some spinal injury, he had truly been a midget, if not for black market medicine, he'd probably stop growing by then. Or, that's what they told to scare him.

His eyes glanced at the clock, funny, it was only one. The mission had gone successfully, and only a minimal amount of blood was spilled. Both Liu and Len were hungry so Takeda decided to treat them to food, though they all know Shirogane was the one paying. It was in some run down karaoke spot, nothing that would attract too much attention, and was located in the shadier part of town.

Takeda opted out the expensive suit jacket, leaving him in a white dress shirt, pulling his hair slightly looser and glasses on. While Liu did the same, and perhaps in a high end club he would've been asked for an ID, despite his tremendous height, but as they passed the front doors, nobody seemed to care.

They were now in a small room, Takeda drunk, or perhaps acting drunk and singing his heart out to Latin song.

"This must be why he hasn't been married yet," Liu muttered in English, as they've all decided to do for practical reasons, as he pushed a passed out Takeda onto the floor, "He's wasted, and scary thing is, I'm sure he's not pretending."

"Can't believe he actually trusts us," Len inhaled his cigarette.

"Can't believe you actually like cancer sticks," the other pointed out in distaste.

"Well," Len began, "At least I'm not an alcoholic. Just how much sake are you consuming? More than Takeda has I am certain."

"He's a lightweight, or maybe it's because of the strong spirits from before? Doesn't matter. He's a lightweight," Liu paused halfway from his drink, "Hey, Len do you want to play a game?"

"Game?"

"Yeah, we'll order a row, and whoever finishes it first gets a prize."

Len shrugged, "Why not?"

What harm can it do?

Now, thirty minutes late, Len took back his ignorant opinion. Liu, didn't look that much better than Len, face flushed and tie discarded. Len hiccupped, forgetting where he had placed his wig, the wig cap being put on Takeda's head instead.

"SAAAAANTA MAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIA!" Len sang, "Hey-Holy Father I feel sick. 'ey Liu?"

"Yeah?"

"You're hot."

"You're hot too," Liu drawled, "I neva told ya but you're so attractive. B-but I can't like you even if ya totaally my shoulmate. Cuz' there's dis dick, that I really, really like but he's a dick. So I'mma leave 'im for ya'. Cuz' I love ya."

"I love ya too. Fuck Shirogini-gane. We should defintiely leave Japan. Hey, you eva' bean to Vigi-Figi? I heard it was really good."

"Then," Liu grinned, "Ve should visit Antartica. Len I wuv you."

"We should totaa," Len smiled sitting up and pulling Liu with him, giving the broader young man a hug, "I love you too, let's go ta' Vegas and get, get married."

And that's when Takeda woke up.


Len sneezed.

"Bless you," Liu handed him a pack of tissues in which the younger gratefully took, blowing his nose, he rubbed his hands together to create warmth. "You okay?" the taller of the two asked.

The white hair boy numbly nodded, "I'll live," digging his hands into his picket he pulled out an energy bar, taking small bites as he chewed, "I think, I do not want to go school," Len muttered in Russian.

"You do know that you're mother tongue is like, the only language I can't pronounce right?" Liu asked.

"Oh please, your verbal capacity in the European language is minimal to none," Len said, in fluent Japanese.

"You're fluent in Japanese," the other stated blandly "Your pronunciation sucks."

Len swallowed, "Your grammar is worse," he licked his lips "About what happened last night―it never happened."

"Never happened," Liu stood up from his seat and ruffled Len's hairs, "I gotta get going, see ya."

"See ya."

Len blinked and looked upwards, he saw the sky-which was hued with shades of oranges as the sun began to rise. Leaning, he pressed his back against the grass. He munched on his energy bar, the mission was completed successfully and afterwards, both he and Liu hung out together. They did some stuff and now, Len currently laid near the river creak. Honestly, right now he had no idea what to do with exception of eating his energy bar. The white hair boy was tiered, too tiered, and he could bet that there was still smudges of mascara underneath his eyes. Going to school would be a horrid idea, though trained he was still human. All the adrenaline from before had slowly faded, and now, Len felt nothing more than a wisp of a cloud. Finishing his energy bar, he rubbed his face and slowly got up, shoving the plastic wrapper into his pocket.

This is pathetic.

Lazily, he dragged his feet across the grass, having the intention of going home. The roads were unsurprisingly deserted, every so often there would be a jogger or an early worker. Other than that? Nothing, in which Len was grateful for. The cold spring air made him sneeze again, rubbing his hand again Len couldn't help but twitch his fingers, eager for a cigarette. Instead, he unwrapped a candy and popped it into his mouth. He grimaced at the taste of mint, definitely preferring grape by a long stand. Len paused his step at the sight of a convenient store.

He looked at his stomach.

Then the convenient store.

His stomach.

Food.

Deciding to go, Len embraced the fresh air and the small ting as he stepped inside. He headed towards the food section, with all the intention of grabbing snacks for later. Len didn't even pay attention to what he had gotten, only for the fact whether it was food or not. He placed his palm against his forehead and quickly swiped some pain killers along the way. Going to the cash register, he waited behind an early jogger as the person bought a bottle of lemon water. Placing his things on top of the desk, Len quietly paid the cashier the right amount of money. His gaze settled upon the pack of cigarettes that were innocently sitting on the corner, Len swallowed before shaking his head and heading outside.

"Hey, it's you," the abrupt statement made Len's awareness spike in caution. The voice sounded familiar, it was deeper than Len's by altos and had an odd accent—even to the white hair boy. He turned around and saw green, well, green hair and eyes wearing a set of joggers. Len frowned, his vision was slightly hazy due to lack of sleep but he was certain that he'd seen his person somewhere before.

"Do I know yoou?" Len asked, slurring his words a bit, knowing that some alcohol was still in his system. The man (maybe teen? Len wasn't so sure) blinked at him and walked closer. The white hair boy gripped the plastic bag, ready for a vicious attack. He waited a couple of seconds as the man stood still in front of him. Len immediately tensed at the feel of a large, warm hand settling on his forehead.

"You're sick," the man stated in a bland voice "Better yet, you've been drinking haven't you? And you're underage," his tone was stern but not unkind. Still, Len felt slightly offended, who was he to tell him what to do? Crossing his arms, Len scoffed and raised his eyebrows "So? Who doesn't these days?"

"You should go home."

There it was again, that despicable word, Len bitterly laughed, "I don't have a home," he blinked as dark grey spots slowly creeped its way into his vision, "Who are you anyways?" Len asked, trying to keep his legs from buckling under him. He felt as if a wave of nausea has just passed through his head as the world whirled from side to side. Len jolted in shock when he felt a hand resting against his shoulders, he grabbed the wrist instantly, ready to break it. Blinking out the confusion, Len locked his gaze at green, a very pretty shade of green with different hues. From a dark emerald to a soft leaf green, they were framed with thick lashes, Len was pretty sure that these eyes aren't legal.

Not that he's homosexual, Len's simply bi-curious.

He licked his lips as realisation settled in "You're that person, from the trees, from before," too exhausted to do anything else, Len rested his head on the person's shoulder, "I'm sorry, I never did catch your name."

"Midorima Shintaro."

Len closed his eyes and inhaled, the smell of mint making its way to his senses. Though he hates the taste, the smell was like a breath of fresh air, he inhaled and exhaled "Mhm," he said "'m Len Garcia…"

And all was black.


FLASHBACK

Len stared at the girl in front of him, he frowned.

She was taller than him.

And very pretty too, with short untameable brown curls and whiskey brown eyes, her skin was pale considered to him. She wore the standard uniform for children here (nothing special, a white top and slacks) except it had feminine touches, such as the ruffles, skirt and a pair of Mary Janes. What bothered Len the most was the smile on her face, it was soft, gentle and somehow, it was real. The white hair boy didn't like that, no person had the right to smile sincerely in a place like this—in a place where everyone expected so much of him and how in every corner a camera would be set up just for him so that the higher ups could monitor his progress.

Len narrowed his eyes, "What is this Ivan?"

Ivan, was assigned as a butler slash protector but in all truth, Len saw him more as a guardian. HE was a man past his middle age yet not quite in his elder age. He was tall and had broad shoulders accompanied with slick back greying hair and blue eyes. Ivan gave him a disapproving look, "She is not a 'this' Young Master. May introduce you to—"

The girl rudely cut him off and gave Len a snarky smile, "Constantija, call me Connie, I'm your new bodyguard."

Len stared before scoffing, "You're kidding right," he turned to Ivan, "She's kidding right?"

"I'm afraid so Young Master," Ivan solemnly said, "I'm afraid your Father and Grandfather has taken precautions due to the…guests that are arriving today. And even after the Ball, Miss Connie shall be guarding you forevermore."

Len jumped out of his seat, "I can handle myself just fine!"

"Your Grandfather and Father doesn't think so," Connie stated, walking over to Len with a smirk, "Well, from here on out we'll be together, better that we get along."

Oh hell no.

Len swifts the knife hidden inside the sheath of his arm and thrusts the blade to her neck, but just in time, the girl threw him off balance, grabbing his arms and sending him to the floor. She straddled him, in a flash Len bashed their heads together, sending her toppling backwards. Getting up as quickly as he could he sent a deadly roundhouse kick only for her arms to enveloped his legs and sending him flipping to the ground again. The white hair boy reached out for the knife, getting ready to stab her between the eyes only to have a rough hand holding onto his wrists. He angrily turned to see the eerily calm façade of Ivan "I think," the man said "That that is enough. Miss Connie, it would be wise to let go your knife as well."

Len blinked in surprise, now only noticing the sharp blade aimed at his jugular. Connie battered her eyes once, twice before nodding and standing up, wiping off the invisible dust from her skirt. Her face relaxing but her body was still tense and ready to strike. Len grunted as he got up, the girl was good, maybe even deadlier than himself, she earned his respect but not his trust. Connie was probably just another experiment that his relatives sent him, another task to overcome so they could judge whether or not he is worthy. Still, where had she learn moves like that? He had seen almost all her attacks with the exception of her knife, something he should have noticed right away. He straightened his collar and slicked back his hair only to have strands of white hair falling against his forehead. He looked up to see the girl giving him that insufferable smile, with her hand boldly on her hips as if she was Wonder Woman-or something.

"Guess you do have the skills Young Master," she said teasingly before her expression softened, "But an extra set of limbs and mind wouldn't hurt."

"No," Len began, "they wouldn't. But an untrustworthy set is."

FLASH

"Grandfather!" Len shouted.

A man with hair as pale as Len's turned around from his gardening, he wore a wide brimmed straw hat along with a muddied dress shirt, suspenders and loose pants. The man grinned, allowing the lines on his face to be more prominent. Len's grandfather, was a kind man, his name is Lev and all the white hair boy ever saw him doing was gardening and eating. He was very tall and very big, his pale hair tied back, white beard and very prominent eyebrows along with the tattoo on his arms. Lev grinned at the sight of the young boy, "Len! How are you doing?"

Len's lips twitched upwards before returning back to their thin line, "Grandfather! Why have you and Father assigned me a guard and while I do admit that her skills are applicable, I do not need one."

Lev chuckled, ruffling Len's hair and turning back to tending his garden, "I know you don't need one."

"But Grandfather—"Len blinked, "Wait, what? I don't understand…" he trailed.

"You do not need one but she does," Lev stated as he pulled out the weeds. Len kneeled down with him, settling his chin against his palm, "Does that mean I am her guard? Because that is preposterous!"

Lev sighed, wiping the sweat off his forehead using the back of his hand, "That's not what I meant Len. A couple of months ago she lost a purpose to live on, I couldn't bear to see someone so young lose all the light in her eyes. So I decided to give her a new purpose, guarding you. And vice versa, she shall guard you and in return you shall protect her. Plus you need someone your age in your life."

Len frowned, "But grandfather, what is the difference between guard and protect?"

There was a moment of silence, Lev halted his actions and Len wondered if he had uttered something wrong. All of a sudden the elder stood up and began boisterously laughing pulling Len into a bone crushing hug, "AHAHAHAHAHRARARararrara…." Lev let go as his laughter settled. He looked up at the sky, "There are still many things that you need to learn in life Len, many, many things. And that's okay, you're still young and the world will always be out there, waiting for you my dear one."

FLASH

Len didn't know what to do, all he could do was stare.

He remembered the gut quenching screams that had taken place just hours ago, the blood still staining his white dress shirt.

Why, he had wondered, why had she taken the bullet for me?

The ball, the party in which a family of Triads were visiting the Bratva, had gone perfectly fine. Everyone was dressed in their most expansive clothes bringing their most expansive cars and jewelleries. Nothing looked out of place, Len had been with Connie and his grandfather, in the corner the two children bickering like usual. And then, all of a sudden there were gunshots (no screams, it was a house full of hitmen. Seriously though, who in the world was stupid enough to attack a house full of mafia?) Len had instantly grabbed his glock and aimed at any opposes. He had been careless, not seeing the bullet coming to his way. And then Connie did something so idiotic he would have killed her himself if she wasn't in the IRU. The brunette jumped over him and took the pain instead of him, being rushed to the closest infirmary in the mansion.

Len still hadn't been informed the shitheads who dared attack their home, during an underworld meeting. Well, whoever it is, they'd be tortured in the cruellest ways. Now, Len currently sat against the velvet chair, not caring whether or not the blood was still wet and staining. Even from outside he could smell the vivid odour of antiseptic, it was cold, foreign and distant.

"Everything will be fine, the best of the best are in there Young Master Len," he saw Ivan giving him a reassuring look.

"She's stupid."

"Indeed she is Young Master."

"When she wakes up give her a batch of your peanut butter chocolate chip cookies."

Ivan smiled, "Of course Young Master."


Len smelt it again.

Antiseptic.

He scrunched up his eyelids and groaned in distress, "Where am I?"

"You're awake," said a voice—Midorima Shintaro, his mind whispered, "You slept for nearly a full day and you're in a hospital."

Len snapped his attention open, he was in a hospital, where people could hack into the system and search information about him. He looked up at his surroundings, the hospital room was a decent size and had a rather nice interior design for a hospital, making it more personal. The bed was larger than average too, sitting beside it, in a very cosy looking chair was a young green hair teen. Len licked his lips, feeling his throat clogged and dry, "Why did you bring me here?"

Len immediately searched for any signs of exits, such as the door, air vents and the innocent looking window a few feet away from him. His eyes narrowed at Midorima, he didn't know whether or not the young teen was Underworld related and if he was, Len needed to be both cautious and ready to strike, he saw a plate of food along with a sharp looking for on a table right next to him.

"You were dehydrated, feverous—sick with a hangover and over exhaustion."

Len grew pale, oh shit, Shirogane was going to make him suffer in a hundred ways and then kill him in the longest way. Len had been discovered, yet again. He restrained a sigh quickly deciding to make something up in his mind, "I…I have problems," Len winced, was that really the best he could do? "Like, I need to go see a therapist problems…so yeah."

"Then why don't you see one Garcia-san?" Midorima asked.

Len snapped his head upwards, "What did you just call me?"

"…Garcia-san," the greenet trailed.

"Garcia—" Len frowned, "Where did you hear that?"

"I'm sorry I don't speak Eastern European languages," the light hair boy blinked, and saw the disgruntled look in Midorima's face.

"Unnn, sorry, and thank you I guess."

A tense silence overwhelmed them.

"Look," Midorima began, "I don't know what's your problem and honestly I don't care. But alcohol is poisonous to your body, especially at our age and I'd advise you not to drink too much. That is, in a medical doctor's point of view. And mentally, I believe that drowning your depression is not healthy, you'll sink."

Len bitterly laugh, wrenching his eyes shut, "Then what do I do?"

Shirogane was blackmailing, men with guns were chasing him and he just wanted to live peacefully. Len is undoubtedly lost.

"When is your birthday?"

"Pardon?"

"When is your birthday, and please do not lie."

"Taurus."

Midorima walked over to a desk and handed him a pencil, blunt and terrible for assassinations, "Oha Asa says that your lucky item is a wooden pencil. Keep it. And I suggest that if you want to have better luck, start reading Oha Asa, they're always right. Please excuse me, I will tell my father that you are awake."

"Midorima," Len blurted, looking upwards to see deep eyes, clenching the pencil in his hands. Slowly, softly, he smiled, "Thank you."

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To be continued…


This chapter gave more of an insight into Len's life, next chapter will be more on his school life. And WAAHHAHAHAHA...greenet...I couldn't resist...

So far, the only important OC's are Len and Shinobu, Shinobu being more of Len's pillar since they both have a mutual dark past.

Next are Grandpa Lev and Connie, though they won't appear a lot and aren't going to impact the basketball world, only Len.

After that it's the Ikebana Club, they're Len's connection to normality, I mean I can't have him hang out with the canon characters all the time, he needs some space.

The rest are pretty much pop ups, links and there.

I know it can get really confusing so I'm so sorry, If you need more clarification just contact me in any way and I'll either pm, or post it in the next chapter.

Keep on voting who you want Len to be with! a poll is up and i think it's working, it should, go on! vote!

Ciao~