S O M M A R I O
Kirsche was born in Southern Europe away from the populated cities so that he could live peacefully. He constantly changed homes before he finally settled in Italy for many years. His parents were former BJBB members who eventually decided their son should join its ranks just as they did. With the help of an old friend, they sent their son to Pearson City through one of Volkov’s luxury cruise ships. From there, Kirsche persevered as a hitman-in-training within the brigade. After two years, he finally became an accomplished assassin of BJBB. On his third year, he changed professions and became a spy upon a trump’s advice.
Ⅰ. F A N C I U L L E Z Z A
The rabbit and the white stork
In the far south of Europe, a baby’s cry was heard from inside a very humble home in the countryside. A baby boy was born; and because of the mother’s fondness with cherries, she named him “Kirsche”. Kirsche grew up with very loving parents; they provided everything that he wanted and made sure to give him the care and attention he needed. He was happy throughout the years and though he loved them back wholeheartedly, he never understood why he was different from them. They neither had furry, long ears nor a fluffy tail like he did; even the people in their neighborhood. He couldn’t help but think that the white stork made a mistake of delivering him to his parents. To stop the boy from pondering further, he was assured by his mother that very difference was what made him special, and so the white stork didn’t make a mistake because they loved him the moment they had him. Even though the boy was happy with the things said, somehow he couldn’t be put at ease. If his ears and tail made him special, why was he asked to never show these to others?
When Kirsche was old enough to play outside, he met children who became his friends and playmates. Eventually, these children found out about his secret and loved him even more because of it. They thought it was cool and adorable since it complimented the boy’s features; they thought his ears looked like angel wings especially when he flapped them. Kirsche became happier, sadly his time with his friends abruptly ended one day. They were to move somewhere far away. He wasn’t told why but he obediently packed his things and left with his parents. As he looked through the window of the city bus, he faintly saw his old home on top of the hill…and it was burning. He didn’t know why but he felt his chest hurt upon seeing it. It’s as though his precious memories of that place burned along with it.
Years passed by and Kirsche's life was peaceful and happy despite moving homes often. But upon living in Italy, his parents were stricter in keeping his secret and this allowed them to stay in Italy for the longest amount of time. He lived like a normal child—going to school, making new friends, and attending kid’s birthday parties. It was always that way until he reached the age of twelve when his parents began to teach him how to fight and defend himself. The boy had a difficult time when handling certain weaponry; strangely enough, he seemed to possess an uncanny proficiency with improvised ones such as school supplies.
On his 15th birthday, Kirsche was gifted very special looking school supplies, his first phone…and a ticket headed to Pearson City. The boy was confused because there was only one ticket and neither parent had one at hand. He was told that he will be moving out without them. Of course, the boy questioned why they couldn’t go together as they have always did.
“Mama and papa couldn’t come with you this time, my figlio. Remember what I said about you being special? We used to be special too until something bad happened to mama and papa… Please understand,” his mother coaxed as she gave her usual gentle petting.
“You’re a big boy now, Kirsche. Just remember everything that we have taught you. We know you’ll be able to take care of yourself,” his father said.
Kirsche couldn’t understand the expressions they had on their faces; even if they were smiling, they seemed sad and worried. The boy could only give a reassuring smile that he understood. The next day, he left with his luggage and exchanged farewells.
“Ti amo…mama, papa.”
Ⅱ . B R I G A T A
How to train a rabbit?
With the help of his parents’ friend, Kirsche took a luxury cruise ship that had the name ‘Volkov’ on it. During the three-day trip across the ocean, the messages and calls his parents sent him were the only company he had; everyone else aboard were strangers who were ‘special’ just like him. Though he didn’t see their faces, it felt as though he was still talking to them like he always did. This was the only solace he had for being alone for the first time.
Upon arrival the boy couldn’t help but be alienated and lost in the urban jungle called Pearsons. He was only left instructions to look for an organization his parents used to work for; it was called ‘Black Jack’s Bunny Brigade’. If it weren't for his mother’s voice from the phone, fear threatened to take over. With his mother’s prowess in intelligence assessment, he safely arrived to the brigade found on the isolated portion of the island. After being registered as a member, Kirsche then met up with his two instructors his parents had arranged for him to further his training. He later realized that the training he was given all those years was to prepare him to become a hitman just like his parents.
Weeks passed and the boy resided in the brigade as a hitman-in-training. Despite the gaping difference in culture, some rabbits became his friends and the boy was overjoyed with that. He no longer had to keep his ears and tail a secret; he felt free. Eventually, he grew fond of one of his instructors. He was really different from his parents—Eight was irritable and short-tempered, he was strict with his diet, and he always brought him to different and usually scary places. Even though he was like that, Kirsche cherished him as a ‘padrone’ because he had been like a big brother to him all those times. It was as if he had a second family especially when he met Mei, Aster, Felix, Lea, and Euca. He was happy and he continued training under the tutelage of his instructors for over a year…until they both disappeared one day.
Kirsche was neither angry nor disappointed because his training ended; rather, he was disheartened with a parting without farewells. Instead of getting upset, he simply tried to understand that maybe, just maybe it was for their own betterment. It was okay. It was alright as long as it would make them happy…but he couldn’t deny the feeling of abandonment. Because Eight had mattered more than a mere teacher, it hurt. The bitterness and loneliness got to him especially when the other brigadiers he befriended disappeared as well; as for the remaining ones, they simply no longer had time for him like before. And before he realized it, he changed.
“Kirsche wants to go home . . . ”
Ⅲ . A L T E R A R E
Because it’s needed
Worried for their son, Kirsche’s parents had him enrolled into a prestigious high school in Pearson City so that the boy could continue his studies…and possibly live like a normal boy if he wished it. Again, the condition was to once again keep his ears and tail a secret since he will be among humans again. Enrolling the boy was to keep his mind on other things, a distraction. With the help of certain connections, it was made possible with secret arrangements with the school admin and some forging of documents. Though to the parents’ surprise, the boy still wanted to press on and become an official hitman. They were happy with the news, but at the same time reluctant as they do not know if this contracted, cruel fate was meant for him.
They eventually sought help from Euca, an old friend and veteran member of the brigade. She became Kirsche’s new instructor upon accepting. The boy had no qualms with the decision laid out for him since throughout his stay, Euca had been like a mother to him—something which he had greatly needed at the time. He eventually adjusted entirely to his new lifestyle; juggling school in the morning, a good lunch and walk with Mei in the afternoon, and either homework or training with Euca at night. His outings and training with Euca were really different; initially from inanimate targets to living things in the latter. Kirsche found hurting others cruel even if they didn’t finish them off; accepting such methods took time. Then he thought if he couldn’t even inflict mere hurt, how could he become a true hitman? When their targets have progressed to humans, everything became different. When things went too far, he had no choice but to take someone’s life that one night.
“If Kirsche hadn’t, Miss Euca would’ve…”
It was the first time the boy killed a human. The sensation of having been stained with someone’s blood was too much guilt for him to bear. The boy cried.
Days passed and he accepted what he had become, a hitman. Though he had already taken the lives of many others after, the morbid impression of the first never left him. He knew this was bound to happen the moment he had trekked the path of a hitman, a murderer, though he couldn’t shake the guilt eating at him. He wished that person consoled him and told him everything will be alright. Though Euca was an important person to him, still, she wasn’t his padrone.
The boy always wore a smile and no tear was shed since then. He continued with his life as a student by day, a hitman by nightfall.
He was happy…?
Ⅳ. C A M B I A T O
A new start
Several teenagers in academic robes cheered as soon as the ceremony ended. They graduated high school. They all had genuine smiles on their faces as they stood amongst their friends and family…except for one lone boy who stared at his phone. His parents didn’t even congratulate him.
Kirsche wanted to believe that things would be better after the entire brigade moved headquarters. He spent more time with his friends, he earned promotions, he saw Eight come back for him, and he even finished high school with honors…and yet why couldn’t he say he’s happy?
His parents suddenly stopped messaging him ever since his 18th birthday. Kirsche didn’t know why but he was worried that maybe something bad happened to them, or perhaps they’re just busy and he was being paranoid…or maybe it was their turn to leave him too. Whatever reason it may be, he waited and waited for his phone to sound that particular ringtone.
After several months passed, it never did.
He never felt so alone. Day after day, he stared at his phone that failed to give him the notification he wanted. His missions in the brigade then served as a conduit of his feelings; and blood would then pungently stain his white clothing. One day, he was asked by Mei to change professions, preferably a spy so that he could mentor him better. Reluctantly, Kirsche agreed because it meant they would spend more time together…having failed to notice it was requested out of concern. After all, he was at the brink of losing his “humanity”.
Little by little, he worried less when in the company of his friends. Despite some of them having a much higher rank than him, they finally managed to find the time to hang out with him again…probably because there was a lockdown going on the brigade during that period. Regardless, Kirsche liked it. As soon as the lockdown was lifted, he entered a college where he took Multimedia Arts as his course. He went through the “normal” procedures as usual, though this time without any help from his parents.
Maybe it was time to accept that he’s on his own now . . .