Takatori Mamoru, Tsukiyono Omi, Bombay, Shirou Mamoru, Persia. So many names for one person, so many different masks for one face. I'm barely twenty and I carry this burden within my heart. I carry with me the knowledge that I have killed, have been killed, order others to kill and still continue to kill all under the banner of justice and protecting the innocence that has been wronged. One boy barely a man heir to a legacy no human being with a soul could ever comprehend or desire or should inherit.
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
The child known as Takatori Mamoru still cries in my heart. Still cries and mourns the father he knew. Reiji was a bad man but for a time he was my father and I had brothers and a mother who loved me. I was happy but I was the victim of hate and jealousy and a man's quest for absolute power. I was cast away and left for dead by that family, by my father. The memory too deep and painful to ever go away.
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
Yes, leave me be leave me alone That boy is gone forever, yet in the dead of night I still hear his pain, his tears and I feel his fear and worry if I'm ever going to be abandoned like that again.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
I was rescued from certain death by a man I once believed to be my uncle though now I know this man was my birth father. He taught me the world was black and white, good and evil. There were no shades of gray in between only levels of white or levels of black, but no, never gray. He taught me that the white had to be protected from the black at all times and at all costs. He trained me to protect the white using the black to my advantage. For him and the beliefs he taught me, I became Tsukiyono Omi. For him. I killed those he could not under the limitations of the law. For him as Bombay of Weiss, I became an assassin.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
The clan, the family Takatori creator of Kritiker, still owns me, and still dictates my life. For years, I have done as the one called Persia has asked. For him I have killed and seen die both black and white. I have had the blood of pure innocence on my hands. I've felt the life go out of someone I once held dear. Under orders from Persia I have been hunted by those I consider friends and people I love. I hear these cries and accusations in my head but for the family I love and for the birthright I inherited I continue to fight so that others do not feel the pain of loss I have felt at the hands of the black.
You used to captivate me
By your resonating life
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Ouka, Birman, Manx... three woman I have loved deeply in various ways. Ouka my friend and sister in spirit though I once believed by blood. Birman my equal, my friend, my confidant. Manx... my mother. Though she was not my birth mother but was the woman who took on the role. She meant as much to me as my real mother once did and loved me just as much. Suuichi molded me into a man and Manx molded my heart and my soul. It is she who gave me the compassion for life I still continue to have despite all I've done and seen.
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
My brothers I don? know what to think. Hirofumi. Masafumi. Hirofumi I could have loved. He taught me to hunt gave me the skills which I now use to hunt others like him I respected Masafumi's genius, though he was mad and insane in his lust for power. No one dared go to the depths of human science the way he did to such levels. He was ingenious in his breakthroughs. He dared what very few had ever dared. But rather than use their skills for good, they chose the path of power and greed which ultimately lead to their deaths at my hands. Do I feel remorse? Yes, but only for the brothers I knew before their corruption destroyed them, before Reiji destroyed them.
The played with others like pawns on a chess board. The lives of people are not for amusement. They're to be respected and cherished. Manx taught me that and Ken cemented it for me when h went against all of Kritiker to save one man and to assist him in his crusade. I have never admired a man more in that moment when Ken faced off against Youji to help Hibana in his fight against the U.S. Military. A huge entity to fight alone, but Ken did it and took on the Army and Kritiker and won.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
I have no taken the mantle of Persia onto myself. I have left the family I knew as Weiss, like a child leaves the nest, though I am hardly a child. Now I know and understand the dilemma my father must have felt as Persia. Sending myself along with Aya, Ken and Youji to rist our lives. These men who I loved and who replaced the hole left by Ouka, Masafumi, and Hirofumi. People who I hold dear to me. Irony that I no longer hate Suuichi for the life he force me into. I know his burden well. It's not an easy task to bear. The more danger they find themselves in, the more guilt I feel, the more I long to be in the heat of it all with them.
I hate hiding behind my desk, toying to a screen and giving orders. It is an empty existence, though I have my grandfather with me as my companion, I do not trust his judgment in most things. Even though he was once Persia as well, he simply cannot understand the guilt Suuichi and I felt in sending Weiss into the unknown and possibly their deaths. I love them too much to let them die but I know the danger of their work. I know what one errant mistake can mean. I've faced death more times than I care to count, yet I risk theirs with that huge mission.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
I hate this mission and that it's separated us. I hate that I've given Aya two rookies to contend with. They're rash and impetuous much like Ken and Aya had once been. I hope it works out well and they don't trouble Aya too much. I wish them luck and I wish I could be with them, but when I took the name Persia Bombay was lost to me. It was a code name but it was who I was, a part of me that I can never leave behind.
Bombay's spirit and drive will continue.
Bombay gives Persia his heart.
Bombay will always be Weiss.
I will always be Bombay.
Bombay is immortal.