†Truth†
So he really had messed things up it seems. Akira tilts his head to a side, gaze critical. It was years into the past. A time in which little Akira had yet to become a criminal - a monster in the eyes of the law for defiance of their beloved guardian.
Igor had been thorough - the papers that had established his new identity were firmly rooted, his identity undeniable.
Adopting an orphan boy was not hard to do - but adopting Goro Akechi, when the boy was already suckered into the master plan of that monster was harder. He had fought the adoption, but Akira had succeeded, just a few days before he was to be emancipated.
“Akechi Goro?” Akira stands fluidly, tilting his head in curious greeting. “I am your new guardian.“












