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As I am rather bored, I have decided to write out some of the earlier events of my characters life starting from the time when he was a small child. This is going to be more of a short story about his earlier childhood rather than an actual historical recolection of his entire life. Enjoy.
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Throughout the manor, bells and whistles went off signaling the staff change. Makoto had gone another night without sleep and was sitting in the corner of his room looking at the windowsill. His room was in a very strange order, as it had been since he had began to walk. Everything was organized, the symmetry all leading to the central point of his room where a single chair sat. The servents of the manor generally stayed away from the wing of the manor in which Makoto currently occupied. They all thought that there was something strange about him, almost evil. In the morning, right after the shift change, the servant staff were to ensure that Makoto was awake and properly dressed for the day. The process of drawing straws and Jan-Ken-Po to see who would be up for the task usually took up to thirty minutes.

Today, the servant by the name of Oswald was the unlucky one. He was a tall man, around six foot nine inches tall. His face was rather plain as he was always clean shaven. Oswalds hair was slicked back and very neat and tidy, going along perfectly with the suit he wore for his duties as a butler at the Kobayashi manor. On this particular day, Oswald decided that he was being completely irrational with the fear of the Kobayashi child. Makoto had never done anything aggressive towards anyone and as far as he could tell, the boy was quiet for most of the time. Of course, there was a story about a nanny he had as a toddler that disappeared, but that was more than likely simply a rumor.

Walking into the boys room, after three sharp knocks on his door for courtesy, Oswald entered the room and shut the door behind him. Looking over the room, his eyes were drawn to the chair in the center so strongly by how the room was organized that he completely missed Makoto sitting at the windowsill for a couple of minutes.

"Young master, it is time for you to dress yourself and..."

"Come here Oswald. Look at this. These ants are marching in a line, each one carrying a small bit of food. Individually, they would never be able to feed an extensive colony but when they work together like this, the efficiency is just..."

Makoto moved to the corner of the window, which was cracked open a few inches allowing the ants to march out of the room. He had been silenced as he watched a single ant carrying a bread crumb several times its size.

"Fascinating! The strength these creatures possess is..."

"Stop playing with those dreadful creatures and come over here so you can dress for the day young master."

A moment later, Oswald went pale. The young boy across the room had turned and looked at him. The eyes weren't that of a normal child. A sick, twisted, intelligent light shined from them. A feeling of suffocation filled the room as Oswald gazed upon Makoto. Oswald felt as though gravity had been increased and was threatening to crush him out of existence.

"Oswald, if you see fit to interupt me again, please just keep your mouth shut. I don't have the patience to repeat myself to the likes of you. Now, I assume you are my playmate for the day. I want to roam the garden for awhile. See if I cannot find the colony these ants live in. You are to meet me at the front door in ten minutes. I am old enough to dress myself."

Oswald simply nodded and turned out of the room. The pressure lifted immediately as he left. It had been quite strange, something he had never experienced before. A strange sense of uncomfortability in the very deepest parts of his soul.

Makoto dressed himself in the clothes he had chosen for playing. A plain robe and sandals. His tiny footsteps clacked on the marble floors as he walked towards the front door. Descending one of the many great staircases, Makoto came to the front door. The pieces of art around him and the mighty chandaliers had long since become quite boring to the child. Walking out into the garden, Makoto immediately located the trail of ants. As Oswald followed behind him, Makoto traced the line of ants back to their home in the flower bed.

Makoto remained in place, watching the ants march in a perfect line for ten minutes. Thinking for a minute, Makoto finally spoke up.

"Oswald, what is the world outside of these walls like? I have only seen it at night and it sounds so much livelier when the sun is up."

"Well young master, it is quite busy and not for small children like yourself. There are hundreds of people and none of them would care if you were to die on the spot."

"Fascinating... lets play a game. Its called hide and seek. I am going to hide first and then..."

"No. You are not going to sneak out of the house. It is forbidden and I should even inform your parents that you have nightly adventures outside of the compound."

Seeing Makoto get angry at having interupted him, Oswald felt the pressure around him building once again. Stepping forwards quickly, he gave Makoto a quick slap across the face. Not abusive hard, but hard enough to daze the boy. Sitting with his face turned away, Makoto slowly turned back to Oswald with a shocked and confused look on his face. He had never been struck by anyone and this first time was enough for him.

"Yes sir."

Makoto's voice was small as he was still confused. Oswald detected something strange in the boys voice, a strange sense of respect. The pressure he had felt before was completely gone. Had Oswald really gotten control over this terrifying boy so easily? It was a tactic that nobody had ever tried before, and many would die before they did.

"Little Makoto, how would you like me to teach you how to properly serve tea? Your manners need a good deal of polishing if you are to one day inhereit your fathers businesses."

Nodding, Makoto followed Oswald inside of the manor. He had always done what he wanted how he wanted to and nobody had ever done anything to teach him that he was wrong. Now that he was presented with something new, his focus was drawn to it rather than the ants outside. The minds of children did tend to wander quite frequently, even if that child had been born with the intellectual capacity of someone much older. While Oswald had only assumed it from his tone, Makoto really did have respect for the man now. Having been punished for the first time in his life and now being taught new things by someone that didn't shiver in fear on sight of him.

The first few months went by rather quickly and Makoto learned his manners without much trouble. He remembered everything down to the last details. Over these weeks, Makoto and Oswald bonded quite a bit. Oswald was the only one that Makoto had ever really spoken to for more than the time it took to change his clothes or have his food served onto the table. Oswald recognized that Makoto wasn't a bad or evil child. He simply had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. Having discovered this one fact, Oswald was giving Makoto a very detailed course on etiquette. Teaching the boy early how to properly behave was something that Oswald felt was important. It was something that all children in his same position should have been taught over time, but at the rate Makoto was able to learn, it wasn't going to take very long at all.

There was a single incident in this all however, involving one of the cleaning maids and Makoto's room. Makoto was heading upstairs from his lessons and when he opened the door to his room he found that some of his things had been moved and that the staff member responsible was still cleaning. When I use the word moved, I don't mean intentionally relocated across the room. They were picked up or slid so that the surface could be cleaned and then put back in place. However, Makoto was very particular with his things being in perfect alignment with each other and nearly everything in his room was off by a few degrees. Had it only been a few items, maybe he would not have reacted so drastically.

Screaming at the maid, Makoto grabbed a mop that had been used to clean his floor minutes ago. A strong pressure filled the room as his rage peaked. The maid screamed as the mop was slammed into the back of her knees, knocking her to the ground. The cry out in distress alarmed the rest of the staff as the acoustics of the house made the scream carry throughout the entire wing.

Letting out another viscous snarl, Makoto broke the mop over the back of the maids head knocking her into the floor face first. By this time, several of the staff were standing outside of the room, watching the horrible scene as the demon child began to beat the maid to death. Luckily, someone in the group remembered how to speak and cried out for Oswald. The man had somehow gotten the boys respect enough to not end up in the same situation as the maid and he seemed to be the only one that was able to calm him down when he got angry. It had been awhile since Makoto's last fit however so it was quite strange to the staff at this time.

While the staff were scrambling to find Oswald, Makoto stabbed the broken end of the mop handle through the maids left shoulder and managed to pull her over onto her back. sitting on her chest, Makoto began to punch her as hard as he could. His strange silver hair was stained red from the wound on the maid, who was now unconscious.

Just as Makoto raised both of his fists up and put them together to deliver a final blow, a strong and sharp voice rang in his ears.

"MAKOTO! STOP THIS TANTRUM AT ONCE! Come with me immediatly. I want to know why you did this, and we need to get you cleaned up. Your parents are going to be home for an hour today so we can't have you being a mess. Get her to the medical wing and clean this mess up."

Makoto was angry to the point of tears as he walked down the hallway with Oswald.

"That wretched woman touched my things. Nothing was in its' proper place and I felt she needed to be punished!"

The child crossed his arms, a pouting look upon his face as he stomped ahead of Oswald. On the brightside however, his parents, the two people he respected the most in the world, were actually going to be home today. It had been nearly a year and a half since he had seen them last. A nice dinner, just the family, would be a nice change to the evenings events. After he was cleaned up and changed into his nice clothes, Makoto walked down to the kitchen and sat down at the large table to wait for his parents to show up. Sitting at the table, hours went by. The staff set the table out for a magnificent feast for three. After it had been set, Makoto waited more. The hours began to grow longer, and the night later. Finally, just as the clocks struck eleven at night, Oswald walked over to Makoto and handed him a letter.

Reading over it, Makoto nodded his head and handed it back. It seemed that his parents would not be coming for an undecided amount of time as they had been caught up in a very important series of business deals. Makoto waved for the food to be brought out. The servants did as they were commanded to do, Oswald heading out of the room, but never too far incase another incident were to occur.

As Makoto's food was set before him, the staff quickly cleared the room leaving the child all alone. Clearing his throat, Makoto lifted the silver dome off of his plate. A nice cut of steak had been prepared along with a very interesting looking soup. As he prepared to eat, Makoto's face held a very normal blank look upon it. But as he took a drink of water, silent tears ran down his face. The disappointment he was experiencing felt as though it were crushing him from the inside. The cold claw of sadness was tearing at his heart. Sniffling a little, Makoto blew his nose into a napkin he had and simply sat there.

"Stupid... I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up so high. But... I thought they were coming this time for sure."

Looking down at the food, Makoto felt a ravenous appetite set in upon him. He ate a little, but then set his utensils next to his plate, and took a drink as the tears flowed freely. He was glad that nobody was in the room to see it, as that would only make him ashamed of the emotion he felt at this moment. All alone in the enormous dining hall, the Kobayashi child sat in silence.