-Dad?
-Yeah?
-Tell me a story about your childhood.
-You’re drunk, Laura, high too, if my gut’s right.
-Would it matter if I were both?
-I’m carrying you home from a rave at three in the morning.
-That’s not even an answer.
-Does it matter? You’ve changed since I went out and now it’s too late.
-Just shut up and tell me a ****ing story, puppet master.
It was back when Samurai Dai was still alive. I was a kid, no more than seventeen and high on life. The Brothers were bigger back then, bigger and badder. I was still a greenhorn taking orders from the big boys and barking at everyone else, but I was climbing. It was the life of royalty to a kid barely out of puberty, proud of the hair on his balls and only the barest hint of stubble on his chin. In retrospect; I’m surprised I never woke up with a knife in my ribs, with me prancing as I did. I guess I’ve got Dai to thank for that. Dai looked out for me, taught me, nurtured me. He only did it because of my training in Ninjutsu, of course, but I was his ***** at the time nevertheless. Everything he threw my way; I ate, no questions asked. I clung to his every word.
Back in those days the Brothers were smugglers of the bad kind. When I first joined it looked like the usual deal; opium, mushies, all that shit, but after my first year I was introduced to the core of it all; the prostitutes (of all ages), the slaves and, of course, the Baby Blue. Little B was a golden opportunity for dealers who, until then, had barely met ends meet. It was the first-ever hallucinogen that used chakra to do its thing. The more you had; the stronger it hit you.
Baby Blue hit like a jackhammer if you’d dropped out of the Academy. I was told that a Hotsprings Jonin took an overdose on his first time and ate his kids. That was after I’d gotten hooked myself.
Dai was a smart man, see. He gave me samples of every shipment he got to make sure he hadn’t been ****ed over. I was a good and willing guinea pig who could tell the bad shit from the good. He even let me use some of his girls ‘for my trouble’, as he so eloquently put it. Some of the Brothers started calling me the ‘Bunny King’ when I began testing the products; one crafty son of a ***** even made me a little crown of rice paper. I wish I could say I killed him for it, but being on Little B as much as I was, it was a miracle that I didn’t piss or shit myself more than I did. I couldn’t even light my own cigarettes; much less kill an able-bodied smuggler. I almost died choking on my own vomit at one point. Hell, I’ve still got some problems with my liver from that time…
-And then what?
-Then nothing. Dai got taken down by Reaver a couple of months later. Little B was always a touchy point with him. I guess he felt bad for the addicts, but thought whoring was as good a job as any.
-You’re not even making sense, old fart.
-Just go to sleep, Laura.
~From the memoires of Garrett Hawke Inuzuka
-Yeah?
-Tell me a story about your childhood.
-You’re drunk, Laura, high too, if my gut’s right.
-Would it matter if I were both?
-I’m carrying you home from a rave at three in the morning.
-That’s not even an answer.
-Does it matter? You’ve changed since I went out and now it’s too late.
-Just shut up and tell me a ****ing story, puppet master.
It was back when Samurai Dai was still alive. I was a kid, no more than seventeen and high on life. The Brothers were bigger back then, bigger and badder. I was still a greenhorn taking orders from the big boys and barking at everyone else, but I was climbing. It was the life of royalty to a kid barely out of puberty, proud of the hair on his balls and only the barest hint of stubble on his chin. In retrospect; I’m surprised I never woke up with a knife in my ribs, with me prancing as I did. I guess I’ve got Dai to thank for that. Dai looked out for me, taught me, nurtured me. He only did it because of my training in Ninjutsu, of course, but I was his ***** at the time nevertheless. Everything he threw my way; I ate, no questions asked. I clung to his every word.
Back in those days the Brothers were smugglers of the bad kind. When I first joined it looked like the usual deal; opium, mushies, all that shit, but after my first year I was introduced to the core of it all; the prostitutes (of all ages), the slaves and, of course, the Baby Blue. Little B was a golden opportunity for dealers who, until then, had barely met ends meet. It was the first-ever hallucinogen that used chakra to do its thing. The more you had; the stronger it hit you.
Baby Blue hit like a jackhammer if you’d dropped out of the Academy. I was told that a Hotsprings Jonin took an overdose on his first time and ate his kids. That was after I’d gotten hooked myself.
Dai was a smart man, see. He gave me samples of every shipment he got to make sure he hadn’t been ****ed over. I was a good and willing guinea pig who could tell the bad shit from the good. He even let me use some of his girls ‘for my trouble’, as he so eloquently put it. Some of the Brothers started calling me the ‘Bunny King’ when I began testing the products; one crafty son of a ***** even made me a little crown of rice paper. I wish I could say I killed him for it, but being on Little B as much as I was, it was a miracle that I didn’t piss or shit myself more than I did. I couldn’t even light my own cigarettes; much less kill an able-bodied smuggler. I almost died choking on my own vomit at one point. Hell, I’ve still got some problems with my liver from that time…
-And then what?
-Then nothing. Dai got taken down by Reaver a couple of months later. Little B was always a touchy point with him. I guess he felt bad for the addicts, but thought whoring was as good a job as any.
-You’re not even making sense, old fart.
-Just go to sleep, Laura.
~From the memoires of Garrett Hawke Inuzuka
