I Will Be A Villain In This Life

Chapter 1

Asahi just stood frozen as milk was poured on his head, not even bothering to do anything about it. Turning his head, he found two of his bullies just snickering as he patted out the last drops of milk from the carton.

"Yo, Asahi...you up for some football today?"

Asahi just sighed, "I suppose." He said.

The two bullies just giggled silently as they nudged Asahi's hair and walked away, their laughs getting louder.

Asahi grew up in a broken home.

With no father to be there and teach him what it means to be a man, he grew into the shell of one. A weakling who doesn't fight back, who doesn't talk back, and just takes what's given to him.

His mother neglected him growing up, Asahi hardly found decent food on the table, and decent clothes on his back, but to him, it was better than nothing.

Asahi's mother was a lonely woman with her own set of problems, frequent drug use, prostitution, and a whole lot more. There weren't many days when Asahi didn't see a random man in his home.

Life at school wasn't great either. Bullies, violence, etc. He was constantly picked on and ridiculed for being the quiet and skinny type. He didn't bother anyone, but, he was just an easy target.

Dealing with all of this for 2 years straight, he was devoid of anything. All of the people around him were greedy bastards who would probably do anything to get what they wanted. Including using others, weak or strong. Asahi wasn't a stranger to any kind of violence, as he got hit or beaten for the smallest things.

One day the bullies got caught bullying, but of course, they weren't going to just stop there. To keep the bullying on the low, they would force Asahi to play football with them. 

Asahi was nowhere near athletic or fast, he wasn't a good fit for any position whatsoever. They would set him as a goalie, always aiming for his face. In a P.E.'s time, he would have been hit in the face by the ball over 10 times. Going home with a busted lip and bloody nose.

They were now repeating this over and over, and it was going to happen again today. But, Asahi was growing tired, he was tired of doing nothing and being a wimp. He did want to fight back, but his will was fairly weak. To him, none of it mattered.

...

P.E was finally over for Asahi. He walked away with a bloody nose, bruised lip, and swollen cheek. He used a tissue to stop the bleeding in his nose, put some lip healing cream on the bruise, and some ice on his cheek. 

After going through it so much, he was prepared for it.

School was over, and he could finally, hopefully, get away from it all.

As he walked through the front door of his home, he found his mother asleep on the couch. As he got closer, he realized she wasn't breathing, matter of fact she had no pulse at all.

He looks around to find pills, syringes, and alcohol, she had overdosed on drugs.

Asahi didn't know what to feel, a swirl of emotions inside. 

Anger, sadness, fear, anxiety. It was all just bundled up into one, him.

A single tear streaked down his face, as he reached out to pull the covers over his mother's face. He couldn't bear to look at her body like this any longer.

Using the house phone, he called the police, and not long after he was sitting outside by a police car as they cleaned out the house. They took away her body and the drugs.

Asahi just stood there, mind racing as he stared at nothing.

"You okay kid?..."

Asahi looked up at the police officer, he had a mix of pity and sadness on his face.

He put his hand on Asahi's shoulder and then hugged him.

The officer would go to speak, "I-"

He was cut short as Asahi talked over him, "Please don't say you understand how I feel."

The officer just nodded, "Alright..."

"Well, kid. You have no other relatives, no known father, aunt, or uncle....meaning, you will have to go to an orphanage."

Asahi looked at him, "....Why? Can't I just stay here?"

The officer sighed, "You're still a minor, sir. I understand you don't want to go there but, it's what we're required to do."

...

Asahi missed a few weeks of school as he got settled into his new orphan life. 

He felt as if he was devoid of any happiness now, his last bit of family now gone. He was all alone in this world.

To pass the time, he would sometimes read a bit of novels and whatnot. School was all the same though.

Asahi just sat as his head hovered about his lunch tray.

He then felt milk being poured on his head, but yet again he didn't care. He just couldn't bring himself to care.

"Heard about your mom...boohoo! get over it, stop being a crybaby."

They laughed directly in his face after talking about his deceased mother.

He felt something snap, he had never got into a fight before, but he had been well around violence to know just what to do.

He grabbed the metal fork sitting by his tray, dashing at his bully, aiming for his neck.

The bully was startled but it was too late as he was hit directly in his trachea, hindering any sort of breathing. He fell to the floor, trying to bring in air, just gasping and groveling.

Asahi stood over him, he then raised and brought both fists together, smashing his head into the floor. He didn't stop there, he did it over and over. Blood was practically painted on the bully's face and the floor.

He was unconscious, he had beaten him to near death, but Asahi didn't care.

Before staff or whatever could get to him, Asahi ran to the orphanage. Visible blood on his hands, he saw a small puddle and used the remaining water inside to wash off his hands.

As he crossed the street to reach the orphanage he heard loud honking and tire skurts. He looked to find raging headlights heading toward him, it was too close to even try and run.

The truck smashed into Asahi, and the pain came and went as he then opened his eyes to find himself looking at a ceiling.