Chapter: The best way to find your brother on foot is to go to Tokyo!

Prologue: The best way to find your brother is on foot: Off to Tokyo!

This is the missing prologue, which is very important to some of the events in the story. So: Here it comes:
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The light shone only weakly through the spherical window and barely managed to illuminate the entire gray room. The dirty curtains waved in the fresh breeze, which blew a strand in the face of a brown-haired boy. Annoyed, he wiped it away and looked out the window. A couple of kids were playing soccer with a dirty can. Their slashed clothes stuck to their bodies and their small, emaciated faces followed the can's path across the barren earth that served as a playing field. The boy sighed. Just like his family, these children were poor and mostly didn't even have enough money to buy a roll at Becker's. Even so, she enjoyed something as simple as playing soccer with her friends.
He looked at the specially repaired clock."A quarter past four," he said as if in a trance. His mother had to come soon. It was just 10 minutes from the supermarket to the apartment, and she had taken her bike with her. When he thought about how hard she had to work ... If only he could have got that damn job but the manager hadn't even heard him. There were many in his neighborhood who had no or little paid jobs. Like his mother, they had to work hard to support their families.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It could only be his mother. She knocked more timidly than the landlord and stronger than any child. He smiled and opened the door. There was a brown-haired woman with shining blue eyes and distinctive features. She looked lovingly at her son and then walked over to the table.
"How was the work?", Her son asked her and helped his mother, who was struggling with two bags.
"As always. And you? Did you find something?"Hope was heard in the woman's voice, but her counterpart said no.
"Unfortunately not. The manager said I was good enough, but he wouldn't hire people who come from this neighborhood. That would be too dangerous. Besides, he would have had a similar case before. He regrets it very much." The sentence literally oozed with sarcasm.
Now his mother sighed.
"How are we supposed to do that? My salary is no longer enough for the next rent and I won't be promoted that quickly either." She buried her face in her hands. What should you do now? She felt a cold, narrow hand on hers and that feeling came back inside her. He had the same hands as his father. They were just as cold, but just as comforting. Was his likeness like that?
"We can do it, Mum! We always have up until now and when the going gets tough I'll go into town. I'm sure I'll find something there! Don't worry."
"To the city?"She stared at him as if he had just confirmed the coming of an alien species.
"Yes, you have to go to town ..."
The brown-haired woman looked sadly at the door and then looked again at her son. He stared at her with indefinable eyes.
“I have to tell you something.” She wiped her forehead and sat up. "It's about our family."
"To our family?"
"Yes." She spoke a little slower and louder.
"You have two other brothers."
The whites of his eyes got bigger and bigger, which caused his pupils to shrink.
“They live in Tokyo and I hear they are doing pretty well so far.” He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had two brothers in Tokyo. Why had his mother only told him that now?
She took his arm.
"You have to go to them. I want you to get to know them. You have to go to Tokyo, you will definitely get a job there and then I want you to visit them as soon as you know where they live."
His mother got up, disappeared into the basement and got an old suitcase.Then she went into his room and rummaged through his dresser looking for fresh things.
All of that passed him by. He still couldn't believe it. He hadn't known about it for 18 years. He was lied to for 18 years. How he would have loved to have someone to talk to and suddenly he got not just one, but two. Two people who didn't know him and he didn't know her.
"Related and yet so far.", He spoke quietly to himself. His mother had already finished with the suitcase and gave him a train ticket. Then she hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Don't look back, yes? What happens to me doesn't matter, the main thing is that you and your brothers are fine. Take care!"
She let go of him, dragged him to the door, gave him his suitcase and patted him on the shoulder.
"You can do it!"

He was on the train to Tokyo. The landscape passed the window so that one could just make out trees and bushes.The train went through a tunnel and everything went dark. The young man didn't even notice it. He was too busy with himself and his thoughts. The fact that he was taking the train for the first time left him cold. He had left his home, gone into the unknown, where nobody knew him and where everything was just as black as in a tunnel.
Suddenly the train creaked to a halt. The travelers were rocked back and forth in the wagons until they found a stop. Something was blocking the way. The conductor came into the compartment, breathing heavily.
"Don't worry. Just a small obstacle that we'll get out of the way as soon as possible!"
With these words he opened the train door and went out.
Most of the passengers on the train were middle-aged and you could tell that they had important jobs. Every other minute they looked at their Rolex watches and eagerly typed messages on their laptops, which seemed to me to be rather heavy with their tight suits.The brown-haired man didn't really care when he arrived. Too many thoughts were floating around in his head.
"Well, what bad luck!" Grinned an older man next to him and laughed at his hectic fellow travelers.
“Do you have to go to an IMPORTANT meeting too?” He giggled again and now looked at his neighbor. He replied in an annoyed voice:
"Time is money and I don't have money!"
The old man pulled an insulted pout and then turned back to the annoyed young man.
"Then why are you going to Tokyo?"
Sighing, the brown-haired man said: "That is none of your business. Or do I ask you what you want in this city?"
The old man seemed to enjoy the conversation. He was about to say something when a loud noise went through the room. The young man was on his feet in a flash.
"That was a shot ..." he said in a trembling voice. In the next minute, he fell into a deep black hole. That sound reminded him of something.

"You can't do that, John.I know you! You are not the man who shoots your own brother! Lower the gun! "
"Why should I, Alexander? You have lied and cheated on me to this day. You
and your Kate! "
"But, John ..."
"Now you're going to pay. Pay for what you did to me! You can't get out of here ..."

He was back in his compartment. What was that all about? Who were these men and what did they have to do with him?
Someone hit him hard on the stomach and he looked up.
"Stand up!"
The old man was gone and in front of him was a man with a black mask. He had a pistol in his hand and was waving it around wildly. At first the brown-haired man didn't understand what had happened here, but then he understood. They had been attacked. But why?
"Get up, I said!"
The man grabbed the brown-haired man by the shirt and pulled him up. He looked at him and froze.
"Seto Kaiba?"
His shirt was released and the masked man's astonished eyes rested on his victim.Then he seemed to have collected himself again and pressed his pistol to the temple of the blue-eyed man.
"I hope you have already thought of suitable words, Mr. Kaiba, because this will be your last outing. Au revoir."

A loud shot echoed through the train and made the passengers shudder. Then you heard the sound of a falling, lifeless body. The light in the man's eyes went out and blood dripped onto the dirty carpet. A child began to scream and suddenly there was silence on the train to Tokyo.

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I hope it wasn't too bad for you guys. But this is how it all begins.