Introduction

In this world, there is no such thing as "justice". Humans are selfish creatures that care only about themselves. I am no exception. However, unlike the stupid animals that crawl around everywhere underneath the sun, I alone was given a certain advantage, literally burdened with a great weight from birth. From my scalp grows the purest gold in the form of hair. The longer my hair grows, the heavier my head feels. No doctor could explain this phenomenon. My parents abandoned me, calling me a freak, not understanding why they couldn't cut my hair without the scissors wearing out, not understanding why after five years their only son could only crawl on the ground.

Abandoned at the side of the road, my hair kept growing and my head kept getting heavier. I fell deeper and deeper into despair, doing whatever I could to survive. Competition with other abandoned, deformed, and homeless children was tough. One day, a year later, a member of the local yakuza tripped over me. After grumbling and cursing for a while, he found what he rightfully thought was a pile of gold in a dirty alley. Exclaiming in surprise, he immediately grabbed my hair and carted me along with it to the nearest gold shop, not noticing the meager extra weight of my flesh body underneath all the gold. Needless to say, the shop owner was surprised to find a naked starving boy underneath the gold he was to examine. This is how I learned that my hair was made of gold. After that incident, I was formally adopted by the yakuza that guy was part of.

The first "family" that took me in was full of kind people. It’s because of them that I’m able to stand up straight today. The martial arts they taught me gave me strength, and using my accumulated inner force, I was able to even run. For the first time, I felt like a normal child. I didn’t care that they took my precious hair as compensation for letting me stay. In fact, I was glad to be rid of it. The more gold they extracted from me, the lighter my head became, the faster I could run. Soon I was able to run faster than all the other boys, who admired me for my fast progress and respected my hard work in doing chores and practicing swordsmanship. They taught me what it was like to be able to laugh. They taught me how to have fun. They taught me how it felt to be alive. I naively smiled and thought: It would be great if we could stay like this forever. However, I soon learned that all good things must eventually come to an end.

My first real family was not careful enough in keeping my existence a secret. We were originally a small group, making just enough to survive, so soon others began to wonder: Where did we get the excess funds to expand territory and live life comfortably in just one year? Eventually, rival gangs wondered where we got our income. A spy was sent to infiltrate us from the gang next door. We didn't suspect a thing. We were too innocent and trusting; a show of weakness for members of the Japanese yakuza. The spy easily learned of my existence and leaked the information to their boss. After spending only one year with them, I saw my whole family being annihilated for the first time.

For fourteen long years, I have been sought after for my magical golden hair. Every time I was discovered, a huge fight would commence over rights for my hair. Many people died, either protecting me or because their allies were too greedy and killed them for bigger profits. Whole families and organizations were wiped out in the struggle over me. I was the bloody star of the underworld. Any family that tried to claim me was pressured by all the other clans and either abdicated rights or died protecting it.

One day, I finally grew tired of being a puppet. I gathered skilled men with similar goals of breaking free of the cycle, and together we fought for freedom. I became the head of that group, promising the men under me wealth, safety, and freedom. Sometimes the yakuza community would come to bother us, but with the superior skills of my hand picked men, they didn’t come to visit us often.
Still, all those years left a large psychological scar on my mind. I couldn’t see the human race as a good one. Faced with all its evils, I just couldn’t forgive them. I never trusted anyone fully, always watched my back. That is, until the day I met him.

Foreword

This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to other works are purely coincidental. It is mainly about the lives of two men who live in a world full of corruption and try to find peace within the chaos around them. This story is not for children under 18 or those who do not approve of hardcore yaoi or porn or things of that sort. You have been warned.