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The man was almost entirely of Japanese descent. Were one to look at his back while he was sitting, there would be no question. It was only when his size was shown and his eyes were seen that doubt would enter one's mind. The man was tall and broad, all his size coming from lean muscle; yet, while not common, it is possible for Japanese men to become such as well. The true heritage mark was his eyes, a molten gold not found anywhere in the country. They were hypnotic, almost impossible to look away from once caught in his stare. Those around him quickly learned to avoid eye contact whenever possible, unable to stand the penetrating, soul-baring gaze.
No one quite knew the heritage of those golden eyes, though many speculations had been made. On one end of the spectrum were the whispers that the man was a devil, powerful and unable to be defeated. On the other end were those who believed it to be merely a genetic mutation, or perhaps even colored contact lenses. Regardless of the truth, all who caught a glimpse of the man knew straight away of his frightening power and overwhelming presence. Only a few men could stand being near him for a prolonged period of time; they themselves gave off an aura of danger that instinctively told others 'stay away.'
Despite this, the man was practically a celebrity; a leading businessman and an enormously rich bachelor, he was featured on and in countless magazines and newspapers. He was known to give generous donations to various charities and causes, particularly in the fields of medicine and foster care. It was only the informed few who had inklings of the other side of the man's business, of why he was so dangerous. Still fewer of those actually knew the truth. The man was the leader of the largest yakuza group in Japan, literally the king of the blackest side of the country. His known income was a mere fraction of what he actually earned, and were he to use the politicians he owned, he could rule the overworld of Japan overnight.
Although he had all of this, the man was rarely seen with a smile on his face; in fact, were one to see it, they would be paralyzed in fear, as it promised pain and death. Those beside him smiled even less, stoically carrying out any order given them. A cheerless environment constantly surrounded the man, leaving many wondering why it was so; some of them would take advantage of it and have short-term relationships with the man, getting as much out of it as they could. They never tried to connect emotionally, believing the man to be heartless. The man himself believed so as well; he took what he wanted from those who got near him without care for them.
This was the man's life, a cold and merciless world. It had been that way for so long, he almost couldn't remember anything else. In his quiet moments, though, a faint yet familiar ache would start to resurface, the longing and desperation so deep he couldn't bear to feel more than a whisper of them. As such, he almost constantly distracted himself with work or other mind-numbing activities to try and stave off the hollowness, but it was getting harder to do so. The desire to be with someone who actually cared about him was practically painful.
He could only hope that he would meet with his true partner soon.