Garxia, Iroka

Humans are cruel.
Though most wouldn't realize it, many humans are unusually cruel. Sure, everyone wanted to believe that everyone is actually the good guys; but they would usually forget to mention the dark side that everyone has.
He has seen this dark side of the mankind. Every speck of it.
At a young age, he doesn't even remember having parents. He doesn't remember even remember how it feels to be loved. He doesn't remember a time when he has been held. He was sold off to a Yakuza boss as a servant for his needs. That Yakuza boss has no honor and no morals. Its almost as if the man has lost his humanity.
"You're a thing. My slave. You have no freedom." Those were the first words that were given to him when he has met the Yakuza boss. He didn't mind though, for he has no other purposes. If that was the reason he would live, then he would live for that reason only; to be the servant of the man who bought him.
Then he met the man's son; Iroka.
That was the only time and the first time Nora ever saw the Yakuza boss with such a humanlistic expression. It was the first time that the boss ever looked kind.
And then he was given to this so that he may serve him; given to the boy that made the man smile.
"Hey, let's be friends." the boy was strangely friendly, but he said that proclamation in such an empty tone. As if the thought of it was hopeless.
"Okay."
Iroka then made a look of surprise. It was obvious that the boy wasn't expecting that though he had said it in an monotonous tone.
"Y-You sure?"
"Yes." Nora bluntly replied, finding no harm in it. He wasn't sure what a 'friend' is but he found no harm in it. "Do you not want to be friends?"
"...I do..." he mumbled quietly though Nora wasn't sure why. "But aren't you afraid of getting in trouble with my father?"
Nora was obviously confuse.
"How is being a 'friend' going to get me in trouble with the master...?"
For some reason, the boy looks that he was about to cry. Despite the fact that Nora looks calm, he doesn't know how to handle a crying person, so he tried to dry his tears with his sleeves. The boy sniffled.
"Aren't you going to yell at me for crying...?"
Nora became confuse once again.
"It's normal for anyone to cry, right?" Though Nora has never cried before, he saw many others who do. He never understand how to cry but he thought that there is nothing wrong to cry for it seemed to be a normal action that people would do.
If anything, that made the boy cry even more and Nora was left with the assignment to help make the boy stop crying.
For years, their relationship is rather tight-knit.
Nora would always have some kind of sixth sense when it comes to Iroka, who is pretty much in dangerous every Saturday of every week. And Iroka would cling onto Nora as if he was his favorite toy and refuse to replace him with anyone else. To say that his father is rather surprise at their closeness; is an understatement. But he hasn't got the heart to make his son sad.
But as years come and go, Iroka was getting surpress into his own home to the point that he wouldn't be able to go out any more.
"I'm faking my death, help me Nora." was the request that his master made and Nora couldn't help but sigh.
"Please think about the consequence of your actions before doing them." At some point during these years, Nora made a habit of correcting Iroka's behavior. Of course, not around when Iroka father is here; for the man would certainly punish Nora out of his cruel and suppressing, dotting feelings for his son.
"I don't want to live my life as a cage bird. And I certainly don't have the patience to wait till my father hit the hay....unless."
"Please do not think about it."
Iroka pouted at his second mother's mind reading. It seriously creeps him out about how he knows what he's thinking.
"But it's boring pranking the same people every day!! I want to prank some new people!"
"So you're the reason your father has to punish the chef just because of your pranks...?"
".......no."
"Apologize to the cook after this."
"But!"
Iroka flinch at the stern glare from Nora.
"Yes..... kaa-san."
Iroka did earn the slap on the head.
"Think about your plan a little more before we talk about it, okay?"
Iroka grudgingly nodded but he knows that Nora is telling the truth.
They weren't able to talk the next time though.

Nora was accused for abuse against Iroka. It seemed that one of the servant saw him when he's reprimiding the young master and now, that servant has a big fat promotion. That guy better hope that it was worth it.
"How long have you been abusing my son?" He has seen this dangerous and horrifying look from the boss before, and Nora wasn't scared of it anymore.
"I'm not abusing, Iroka."
Tied up and in shackles, Nora has no business in talking back to a dangerou Yakuza boss, but Nora was never one to fear death. The boss kick Nora on the stomach, hard. Nora couldn't help but cough a few times.
"Who gave you permission to say his name...?"
Nora did answer, his white eyes glinting in the dim light.
"Don't be so blind."
A few beatings later, the Yakuza boss left and Nora was left alone.
A few hours later, Iroka came in running. Though he was smiling like a fool, tears were streaming in his eyes.
"...Your crying again..."
"Oh shut it. You're the one that told me it is okay to cry."

Soon after, they were out on the country side, Iroka giving Nora a piggy-back ride.
"Let me down."
"And let you leave a trail of blood? No thanks."
"What about... you...?"
"Ah, since you weren't there to help me, I have to carry out the plan all by myself!!" Nora could imagine the pout on Iroka's face. "In the morning, they would think the Awakusu-kai had kidnapped me and there would me a small, insignificant war between them. Soon after, that bas-d Yakuza would be no more!"
"....That bas-d?"
"Yeah, I cut all ties relating to my family. From now on I will be Iroka Vaan Garxia, not Iroka Vaan Morte!!"
".... That's cruel, you father loves you a lot."
"No he doesn't, and you know that."
Nora watches as Iroka shifted his head so that he could look at him; a sad expression on his face despite the fact that he is smiling.
"He only sees me as a prize, that's why he only cares about whether everything I do is perfect." Iroka tighten his hold on Nora. "If I do anything out of line, no doubt he'll be the one abusing me."
"I wouldn't let him." Nora stated as if that would be the truth, resting his head on his ex-master's back. "I love you very much, so I wouldn't let him hurt you."
"..... you meant that as bro love, right?"
"Of course, what else do I mean?"
".... never mind."
"I don't want to know. But to make it clear that it wasn't anything romantic; I also do hate your quirks: like how sloppy you are, how horrible you smell at times, how this one time-"
"Wah! Don't say that out loud!"
"I also think that the world might be better off without you."
"Ouch! That hurts Nora! That's cruel!"
And life continues on from there, Nora became an informant and Iroka has to be the mother in charge just to make ends meet. But no one could say they aren't content.

Despite having ran away for many years, he had reconnected with his father reluctantly though he lives separately, not wanting to have any more connection to the man who adored him because of his position that was important to the gang yet he did carry on and devote himself to the army against the Race. He lives in Miyagi and stays in Miyagi with Nora, he ignores any attention his father gets him except for a few gifts like Korashi, his machine, that is required as a 'soldier' and thus the old man figured that he would surprise Iroka with this. Though he is grateful for his strong companion, he does not care that his father has given it to him in compensation.