Colourful

"One summer night, I was still young, I was still very young." He began, staring at the covered portrait as Aseko just stared at it as well, not sure what to say or even do so he just decided to keep quiet and listen to what he had to say. 

"I don't remember how young. I think I was still in my early twenties. I had already gotten control of the family." A contented smile came on his face as he continued talking. "The family was mine from the day I turned fifteen. 

"It was hard to get them to respect a fifteen-year-old child that hardly knew what he was doing but I had powerful people backing me up. 

"So they had no choice but to listen to me. However, I was brought up with the knowledge that the people I trusted could turn against me in no time, so I did not rely too heavily on them either.