January 26th 1998
Saturday 9:00AM
The pistol sits dissesmbelled on my desk next to my cellphone its ammunition metticulously lined up. Not going to school yesterday helped with my nausea, however I've still not gotten over that god forsaken stench, that concoction of thick smoke and stale alcohol was penetrative not only to my nostrills but to my pysche. My Grandmother whom I live with has not been home for two months now and more than likely will not be for many more. She went to Australian Free State to visit relatives and make preparations to move there permantly after I have finished school. The Home Islands are becoming even more unstable day by day, even though the Empire presents itself as a civilising force that liberated former European colonies, members of organised crime are influential in all levels of government with some even being in the personal courts of the Emporer himself. The World is now in a state of unease, The Greater Germanic Reich and its Reichwaffee dominate Europe and most of Afrika, in The East The Japanese Empire holds dominion over all former European Colonies and Finally The Bastion a state formed out of British Exiles who fled to The Americas and Joined with the United States out of common situations. I was born in what is now The Dual Occupation Zone of Ulster in 1980, 42 years after the surrender. From what I remember about my mother and father is that they would've dispised my current line of work. Both were revolutionaries on the mainland fighting against the Union, fighting to restore Her Majesty's Government, fighting to restore the rights of the common man unmolested by the influence of the Fuhers Reich. Thats all I know, my Gran refuses to tell me more I dont blame her She already lost my Dad and his Brothers thats enough to make anyone turn cold. Of course some may see me as a revolutionary and of course some may see me as a violent thug taking advantage of debtors who owe money to the family. Father O'Brien, Oyaban O'Brien holds a grip over most of the expat communities in Tokyo. The majority of the Yakuza clans see him as a outsider whom hides behind his "faith", whilst some fear him and his influence. Japan became the better alternative for most Europeans as they wanted to either stay far away from the Reich and or could not afford the immigration and settlement fees to the Bastion. We are still treated as outsiders but we have endured, and integrated. Me? I don't belong despite the fact that Tokyo is filled with expats I still stand out My height, my looks, and of course my conditions. People showing anytype of mental health condition, are seen as weak by this society. People are just meant to deal with it and carry on or just end their suffering. I dont know whats wrong with me, all I know is that I've always known that something was wrong with me. I am not normal. My train of thought is derailed. That phone rings… "Quinn speaking," I say after flipping open the lid of the phone. "Ah my son…are you still coming to mass tomorrow morning?" O'Brien's question paired with his calm and almost friendly tone throws me offguard. "No Father, I apologise, I have been feeling under the weather for a couple of days," I say figeting with my sleeve. I hear an audible sigh "You Protestants…always skipping out on mass," a chuckle follows "No bother my son, I was hoping to give your payment in person, It'd save on stamps!" Father O'Briens laughter causes me to chuckle as well. "I'll speak to you soon Father," I end the call after he says goodbye. Something feels off. Mai crosses my mind, a completly unattanable goal like a mobster trying to get out the game. Out of my three courses I take Mai is only in one… Psychology I saver every minute of that hour and half despute the fact I only took Psychology as a filler subject. I have no ambition in life, Psychology, Physiology, and Biology all link together but for the life of me I cannot think of a possible career to go into. Mai wants to be a investigative journalist, I still remember her saying that in our induction day it suits her, I like how she actually thought ahead. My phone buzzes this time. I flip it open.
It reads;
Unknown: Hi its Yuri, I hope you dont find this strage but I asked around for your number after lunch on Wednesday.