Mei had tried talking with Diadora about the situation with their son, but since she was no longer pregnant, The Firm had called Diadora back in for some work, it had been a long time before even Diadora would come to know of his son's interest, in the things that were only known to a secret society of men and women. The Life that no mother or father would ever wish for their child, this was already happening with their son, the life of a biker was one that had been calling out to him for a while now.

Mei had tried to take Misaki's interest into other things, like Chess for one, which had worked to a degree, for about two years, Misaki who was six, had won a tournament for people aged six and above. He beat every single person, making it to the finals and winning the trophy, he had been hailed as having a great mind for strategy and planning, something that Mei had been proud of, knowing that her son would be ready for his future in some ventures.

'A Chess Genius he was called, my boy was already great, but still, the obsession had remained and there were plenty of other things he could have done, and so that is what we did. At the age of Eight, my boy was enrolled in the Academy of Martial Arts,'
 

Mei had Misaki placed in the Academy of Martial Arts, wanting to learn how to defend himself, Misaki took to it greatly, wanting to learn how to defend himself also. He had learned a few things from his father, but to learn from a professional, it was an experience that he could not pass up.

So within Philadelphia, Misaki had taken to the Martial Arts Class, where he would meet his first friend, comrade, and best friend. Goren Yumiko. One of the people that had also exceeded expectations like Misaki, whose mother also wanted him to learn about the Martial Arts...

Both of him had an interest in the life that had awaited them. The life of women, money, and brotherhood. It was all at their fingertips, waiting to be reached out and grasped, their minds would wander with the ideas of a family away from the one that they had already. A family that would support their ideas, no matter what.

Goren Yumio grew up the same way that Misaki Serachi did, but without his parents being famous or involved with the infamous company known as The Firm, They were simply parents who worked like any other, Goren had not been that different from Misaki Serachi, he had also been an only child with his parents, he was also a child prodigy at chess, but did lose against Misaki in the finals, before winning second place. Although neither of them had really remembered each other, they would remember the chess games that each had played against one another.

Goren Yumiko had also tried to read the book by Mei Serachi, but his parents had forbidden himself to do so. They had stated that it was not for his age group, he had not allowed himself to read the book, waiting until he was older to at least read it. In other things though, he had not stopped his own research, deciding to read what he could and listen to what he could.

Goren at eight started to research about the Heavenly Host Motorcycle Club, even delving into where he could find their Clubhouse, one being located in Philly. he wanted to find out what they did, he had heard of them over the radio on occasion, they were a pretty organized group. Only Goren did not know what they did for a living and a lot of his childhood was spent speculating, it was something he found interesting and exciting, even fun to do.

'Bikers? Seems like a bond of brotherhood, sticking by one another no matter what and they didn't want me to read this!? This is so interesting, this is what life should really be about!'

Goren started to explore wanting to find out more about Bikers and criminal life in general. Although he did not discover that what he was researching was even criminal in the first place. 

He found it amazing that these men of honour, some even calling them bikers hung out together and even dined together, considering that this was only one of the things that they had done together, rumours had gone around stating that they had committed murders as well.

'Why are they called criminals? They seem willing to defend what is theirs by right, they are doing what they need to do in this day and age. They're something of modern-day anti-heroes.'

It did not make Goren scared or even frightened, he just found more interest in what they represented and were about. He soon asked his father about them, but he only called them murderers, criminals, and scum of the earth. Goren would often look at his father's thinking with a bit of clouded belief, because to him, it sounded like his father had not really known these men or why they did what they did to survive in this type of place and world, there had to be a reason, something that Goren wanted to find out more than anything.

And so Goren started to research wanting to find anything on the Bikers, specifically, the Heavenly Host, so he searched and listened to the news, nothing of note had come up, except the occasion alert on criminals that had become a more dangerous threat to people. 

Goren had looked up some classified case files that were documented to the public, but other than that, he found nothing. He soon found that he found it interesting, investigating these men, it seemed more than that, Goren did not want to rid the world of Bikers or Criminals, he wanted to study them. Soon he started to talk with his mother, remembering the distinct conversation that they had.

"Son, they kill people! They've killed so many people! How can you want to study them, you're only eight years old!"

"And when have humans not killed so many people!? When have HUMANS not killed HUMANS!? They do what they need to do, and I find that interesting! If you cannot deal with it, Tough! I will continue to research this, no matter what!"
 

Martial Arts Academy, Philadelphia

Outside the Martial Arts Academy was a young boy with black hair, silver eyes, and a casual training outfit. He had a trained blank face like he had been doing it for years, he looked to his right, considering that he heard some noise coming from that direction, he saw a family all having brown hair, blue eyes, and well-defined faces. The boy tilted his head, but shook it as they noticed his staring, the boy had simply turned his head, having enough of eyeing the family.

The boy turned his head to look back up at the Academy, he seemed to be eyeing it, like it was about to succeed or fail, with a sigh, he walked into the Martial Arts Academy, aware that the family he had been looking at was weirdly looking at him. The boy paid them no mind and continued to walk into the Academy, as he pushed the front door open, he was greeted by the smell of lavender, but also a teen girl, who looked at him with wide eyes and smiling at him like it was her birthday, the boy simply offered the girl a blank stare again, before walking towards a signup sheet.

He had noticed many other clubs but paid it no attention, he looked for the one that his parents had said he should go to. He looked it over and saw the sign up sheet, he wrote his name down and noticed the girl behind him was watching him write his name, as soon as he finished, she screamed and looked at the name with red staining her cheeks, but also desire started to cloud her eyes, the boy shrugged, removing his backpack and grabbing his book from inside, he sat down and waited for the class to commence, still knowing that the girl was eyeing him like he was a book ready to be read.

'Oh here we go again, thank you, dear mother, for writing those books about Bikers that somehow I can't read but thirteen-year olds can, how lovely...'

The boy moved his eyes upwards, noticing that the girl was conversing with her own little group, possibly talking about him and the name he had written down. The boy was fine with his parent's fame, it did not bother him that much, but it did annoy him when people would stare and gawk at him like he was a piece of art. He was simply a person like them, just because he was birthed by Mei Serachi does not mean he is just like her, although he does like writing and working on his special projects, he just does not tell anyone. Soon though, the group of girls and guys had come over towards him, each taking fearful steps like he was a predator of some kind…

Soon the girls sat down next to him, not asking permission, The boy raised his right eyebrow questioningly, wondering if these people had manners or were at all insane or did not know of personal space in any way, he continued to focus on his book, although he could feel their eyes burning into the back of his head and into his book, he could swear that one of them was breathing so heavily that he thought the person would pass out by then, The boy sighed, putting his book away in his backpack and leaving it there, he looked up and still noticed the girls and guys, clearing his throat, he decided to answer their dying questions…

"Yes I am the son of Mei Serachi, Misaki, I am here to attend a lesson of Martial Arts at my mother's behest, what can I do for you beautiful women and fine gentlemen?"

Neither of the adoring group had even caught onto the thinly veiled jab that Misaki threw towards the males, except one boy his age who was sitting two seats away from him with his parents. Misaki heard the small snicker escape the boy, he turned his head to notice the family from before that he had been watching, he gave the boy a small nod that was returned back to him also. Misaki turned back to the fans of his mother, allowing them to ask questions why, and they came out with a speed that one would have missed with ease…

"When is your mother's new book!?"

"Is she single!?"

"Do you help your mother write sometimes!?"

Most people would have been confused, then angry, then thoughtful, which would have turned into all three combinings, but Misaki was not most people, he barely showed smiles and even now, his blank face still intact. 
 

Misaki got another thing from his backpack and it was a thermal bottle of Hot Chocolate, Misaki sipped it calmly, enjoying the warm creamy taste. His mother always had some way to improve on her Hot Chocolate, he placed it in his lap, planning to drink it again soon. Misaki cleared his throat again, looked at each of the people who asked the question with his usual blank face, Misaki looked at the Girl, Girl, and Boy, who asked the questions…

"I don't know when my mother is writing a new book, but I do believe that she is in the beginning stages of the development, and how the plot continues from the first book, but I would not know, considering I have not read the book, because my mother believes that it is not for my age, which goes to the second and third questions also, for entirely different reasons though."

Misaki watches as each of the questioner's faces goes from red to embarrassed and then thoughtful. He sighed as he stood up, immediately gripping his backpack, knowing it was time for his lessons. 

He noticed that the boy from before was also saying goodbye to his parents, he noticed that the parents were looking at him with narrowed eyes, possibly wondering why Misaki was looking at them for the third time, but Misaki walked away without another word, entering the studio that held the Martial Arts class, as he walked in, he noticed that it was only four students, if he included the boy from before, who stood next to the him.

Misaki watched as the Teacher looked at them with surprise written on his face and in his eyes, he probably did not expect Eight Year Old kids to be his students, but he adapted quickly and got them closer to him, if it this small a class, he would train them, considering he could focus on some of them better, but also one to one. It took a couple of minutes, but the Teacher had allowed them some time to talk with another before they truly started their Martial Arts practice.

'Might as well get to know them, might be useful for something at least...'

Misaki reluctantly walked up to the other two boys and one girl, who were all sitting down on a blue mat, with their legs crossed, they all seemed to be awkwardly sharing glances, Misaki sat down, crossing his legs also, he noticed that the girl of the group was looking at him with wide eyes, he nodded to her with the blank face of his, he noticed the boy that had been with parents looking at him with a raised eyebrow, like he was sizing him up. Misaki decided to stick his hand out, offering in his way, a sign of friendship.

"Misaki Serachi, nice to meet you...?"

Misaki let the finishing of his sentence hang in the air, wanting to know the people's name, but more specifically, the boy in front of him, he wanted to know something about this boy, he just seemed to be ringing with something, it was like potential.

Misaki noticed that the other people had stated their names, who were brother and sister, Rai and Tari Fueguchi. Weirdly they seemed to be quiet of the two, although they did state that they had a cousin, who was on another side of the family, although Misaki paid no attention to it, his focus was on the boy, who finally spoke his name with a small smile,

"Goren, Goren Yumiko"

Little did they know that this would start a friendship for all four of them, they would become something great together!

'You boys even know why you're here right now? This ain't selling girl scout cookies when you join up with this life, it means that you're ready to become one of us, it means you're willing to do anything and everything for the club to survive.'

Those words had more of an effect on the three boys more than they would come to admit, it was the words that made them realize just who they were. They were now prospects for the Fallen Angels MC. Something that made them all respect one another more, sure they did the menial tasks and had been the brunt of some hazing from a few patches but here they were now. Sitting down and enjoying the peace that they had for now at least.

Darren, the name of the Biker who had ridden all the way up here from Buffalo. Now Misaki found it quite interesting, his name was that of a would-be President in the club. Misaki had never seen the man at club meetings, only his fellow brothers in the club and had only just heard of the charter that he was from. It sounded like a charter that had a lot of problems internally but then one man rose up through the club. That had turned to be Darren, he proved to be valuable to Jury Whit and so he had been given temporary control over the Kentucky Charters of the Fallen Angels

The would-be President, Darren, a former soldier in the army and had fought in plenty of wars, often leading his men to victory and once gaining an honorary discharge from the army. This man had set his sights on the brotherhood that had formed during his time in the army. He wished to be apart of something that made feel like he was in the army once more, only then, it was not like he was going to join the police forces. 

And so the story of Darren went on, he became a prospect for the Fallen Angels MC, he gradually rose through the ranks of the Lexington charter. Slowly becoming a trusted brother, earning the Vice-President patch. And only that, he was often regarded as something of a loose cannon at times but still followed the correct chain of command.

'A man who inspired his fellow brothers to do good and continue to do good, this is only part of what the life is about. Darren was only one success story they had hard about right now, soon though, I and Goren are going to be that success story. We can bring our own club to new heights, bigger and better than he ever could! '

Goren and Misaki knew that when they entered life, they would have been removed from their homes. In actuality, it was only Goren who had been kicked out by his parents. In which Misaki had offered him a place to stay beside the Philadelphia clubhouse, the business had gotten a bit different and this was only of those things.

'Some Parents are really stupid, leaving their own out there to suffer all because he chose something different from what they wanted, how foolish can one truly be?'
 

Misaki scoffed, deciding not to think on it anymore, he was clearing his head of such thoughts. They did not need to be there anymore, he knew that much and was fine without them plaguing him now. All he wanted was to protect his brother in arms, his friend from the parents that had now abandoned him and this is where they had ended up...a couple of years later and they were now prospecting for the Fallen Angels MC.

'This brotherhood is something different, this life is something different. I see that now and I don't know why my mother would have wanted something different for me. I see family and friends with me here today. I recognize them as a brother and this is what it means to be truly. A family unit, something that I could never truly get at home.'

Misaki was glancing at Rai and Tari, as Konnor stood at the door, leaning against it like he was a simple Bodyguard to Tari, and in this case, he was. Sammy was protecting the woman his friend and President had become so taken by, he listened to the order without complaint. What The Path of Blood had done was despicable in his mind and he would have wanted to kill all of those fuckers by himself, but he found himself stuck with door duty. 

Konnor could not help but notice that Misaki was talking with Rai and Tari in hushed whispers, but soon Konnor was distracted when he heard the roar of a motorcycle. It was only then that he noticed Goren had decided to take matters into his own hands. The anger that was on his face had been clear. This was something that he obviously wanted to take care of himself, Konnor wasn't going to stop him, his main priority happened to Tari. 

Konnor shook his head, remembering that he was supposed to be watching Rai, turning his head back to look at them, he found the seats empty and no longer occupied by the prospects and the said target of the Path of Blood. With a small chuckle, Konnor knows that he is going to be in deep trouble for not looking over the girls and quickly walks out of the clubhouse to find them...

He did notice that Darren was here, amongst the brothers simply talking and seemingly enjoying himself. He motioned for him to get up to which the Vice-President did. Heading over and sizing up the current acting VP of the National Charter. They both didn't know what the others goals were but if it was anything like this currently, they knew they would be fine with one another. Granted they would at least be cordial with one another.

"Get the brothers, we have a couple of siblings and brothers that need finding. I won't have them away on my watch, understood brother?"

Darren nodded, getting onto his bike, immediately alerting people that something was going down. He would need to be careful with this, he had to be careful with this. These people were important in the grand scheme of things. And neither of them wanted to go to Mei Serachi and admit that they had not found their children due to them running away from them.