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WARNING: The first chapter will have some swear words but HOPEFULLY I won't include more on the upcoming chapters. Of course unless you let me. Which I would be grateful of. Very. Just letting you know by the way.

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✖Chapter 1✖

When did it stop?

I eyed the master piece in front of me. How can something be so beautiful? So imppecable. As if the skies were the canvas itself, the colours clashed with each other stunningly. The blue hue slowly dispersed, leaving the chosen coloration to mesmerize the world without its glow.

The routine. The cycle.

The warmth of my palm greeted my cheek as I shifted in my seat. The sensation was strangely reassuring. It gave me the comfort I desired. I closed my eyes, indulging the pleasure with immense satisfaction.

Why was I chosen? Why was it me who had to carry the burden?

Darkness welcomed me. Black was all I could see. Silence engulfed me fully. I loved this state. The only time where I was exiled from the reality I despised. From the sickening life I loathed. It brought peace within me, soothing me with the silent music of serenity.

Our present self is merely an embodiment of our past choices. What who we are now is the results of our own choosing. If what who I am is because of the actions I made in the past, what did I do to attain such a punishment?

A drawled bell pulled me away from my mental sanctuary with obnoxious idle chattering following it, much to my dismay. I sighed in frustration and made my way towards the school garden, ignoring the piercing glares and ridiculous murmurs of false rumours. I didn't understand why they would easily believe everything they hear. Isn't massacring a whole thug gang a bit far fetched? Even if I did, wouldn't the police come after me? Were they really that idiotic? Or was it simply common sense? Ugh, whatever. They wouldn't shut up even if I questioned it anyways.

Was it truly a punishment? Or was it fate? Was there no escape from the miserable path?

I sat on the reserved bench in silence. The soft wind blew the strands of my shoulder leigh black hair, making it dance with delicacy. Everyday I would come here after school hours. The delightful shade the two trees provided was practically meant for my time of pamper. I put on my earphones and smiled softly as I heard an all too familiar shrunken detective spoke. Detective Conan. One of the very few things that was actually quite pleasant in my dismal life.

Will I ever drift away from the supposed path? Were there no other scenarios on how my play should end?

A laugh nearly escaped me. This was why I couldn't get enough of watching them. Their life—They looked so happy. Everything, possibly the world went against them and yet they still managed to form a smile visible for everyone to see. They were willing to sacrifice themselves, throw their lives away just like that for the sake of others they care about, for the ones they loved. I envied them. The feeling of love was never given to me nor had I ever given anyone any. Family was a lost memory. Friends were a futile dream. And love was a mere myth, never to be sought.

I first doubted the possibility. The possibility of me living the life I always fantasized.

The air pressure shifted around me. On instinct I put up a blank face, covering any traces of undoubtable fear, and tightened my hold on my phone. The shadows drew near, every step they took sent me on edge. I knew who they were, and the fact I knew terrified me. My mind went overdrive, going through all of the possible escape routes and the consequences of each action. My jaw tightened itself as my heart pounded erratically in both fear and rage. I was definitely not in the mood of another beat up session.

To have someone to protect. To care. To love.

Distracted by my thoughts, I didn't notice one of them reaching out to me and pulled me harshly along with them. I cursed mentally, scolding myself for rectlessly letting my guard down. Despite my impotent state, I was not going down without a fight. Or so you thought.

And to have someone, who'll do the exact same.

I jerked backwards, stopping our movement abruptly, and made a run for it. If I fought all of them alone, my lost will be assured. 6 VS 1, what did you expect? They're fucking cowards. Best lure one of them, right?

The heavenly feeling was indeed a bliss. It made me wonder, if I were to change a single step in my evolvement, will I still be able to experience the feeling?

For a split second, I thought I succeeded on escaping. That is until one of them kicked my back. Hard. I groaned as the pain slowly crept through my bones and faced my current opponent. Lyla, the gang's brute. Oh, this was going to be troublesome.

If I were to skip a single hindrance, will I still be able to arrive at this particular point in my life?

She aimed a kick towards my temple. My eyes widened as I recognized the move. Jeet Kune Do. This was definitely bad. I blocked the kick with my left arm, yet the force was still able to damage me rather severly. I groaned at the hammering reverberated feeling and aimed a round house kick to her side, only to be stopped by her bare hands. She held my hovering leg and yanked it harshly, causing me to yelp at the sudden pull. My body collided with the floor, and got dragged to a certain room. A closet. A janitor's closet. Hmph, typical.

The smallest voices can be major. Every single little detail, will be part of the bigger picture.

"So shit-head, let me tell you about my day. I first had to run around the yard for being 12 FUCKING MINUTES late, then rain started to pour, making my new bag goddamn wet, and do you know what else? Troy started to blabbering shit like—" So this is Trina. Lovely isn't she? Her topic was so interesting, I decided to cut her off.

"You know what, Trina? Let me tell you something that has an actual worth of knowing. I have absolutely no interest in how your day turned out. I have absolutely no interest in to even talk to you in this once lovely day. And I have absolutely positively NO fucking interest in staying here for much long–"

SLAP! Like I said, lovely isn't she?

So was those years a hidden blessing? Was that what fate in stored for me?

"As I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted me, I'm having a real bad shitty day so can you be a dear sweetheart and stand still so we can beat the fuck out of you?" She held her hand up, and grinned maliciously. I closed my eyes, already acknowledging my defeat.

Was it a reward...?

"...Do I even have a goddamn choice?" This was pathetic. I know. I was pathetic. Such a disgusting show of weakness. So defenseless. So weak. I was weak.

If so...Was I lucky to be given it?

Not being able to defend myself, to stand broad on my own two feet, to not have anyone ruling over you, to be utterly weak,

Yes... Yes I was.

was the biggest burden I could ever carry.

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Hurt was an understatement. And yet the word still managed to define me.

Blood was evident on my skin. The crimson liquid didn't seem to want to stop from streaming down my body.

My skin were swollen with bruises, the purple colour decorating—no—tainting my pale skin as the spots throbbed on every movement.

I looked down, my uniform was tattered. Scarlet corrupted the once white cloth, gradually widening it's stain into a pool of red.

Nevertheless, I looked like a horrid mess.

I sighed for the umpteenth time as I felt the gentle wind greeted me once more. The cold feeling prickled my damaged skin, attempting to lull me into a calming slumber. Even at this state, nature never failed to cheer me. They were the only ones who even tried. I smiled tiredly and stared down the 4 floor tall building.

Yes, I was at the rooftop. Sitting casually on the edges.

It was my favourite place.

I had always contemplated whether or not to just take a step forward and fall. Just one harmless little step, and it will all be over. It's as easy as that. Yet something in me always seemed to pull me out of the thought. Always seemed to pursuade me into thinking my life has an actual worth. Always seemed to remind me of the atrocious punishment for suicide. Always seemed to encourage me to continue on. It was flattering really.

And that was what holding me back. The curiosity of what will the future unfold, of what will be the cause of my inevitable downfall, of what I will become. I thought,

I must continue. To see the ending of my tale.

"But will the wait really worth the satisfaction of knowing how your supposed tale end?"

I wipped my head around, frantically searching for the source until my eyes landed on a new figure. It was a boy, a child about 12 years old. He was wearing a donker turtleneck zipper sweater with lavender lines from the shoulders and down and had grey hair...or was it blue? Wait is that turquoise? Meh. It's not like I have anymore shit to give.

But the boy looked rather...weird...to say the least. He was wearing this metal rod headphones, red thin-framed glasses, and his cheeks were partially covered in what looked like some kind of metal sheet. (A/N: Oh God I'M GREAT AT DESCRIBING YEAY)

He grinned at me. His eyes glistened with the mischief he had in mind as the setting sun illuminated both of our figures. We stayed there, both absorbing each other's presence with the gushing wind ringing through our very ears. Until he spoke.

"Okay okay, I'm hot I know. So stop eyeing me up and down like that, pervert." I grimaced at his words. Why this little...fudge. Yeah, fudge.

"What? No. No no no NO! First of all, I'm not a pervert. Second of all, you can't just compliment yourself, that's just wrong. Third of all, who are you and what the f–um–I mean, fluff are you doing here? Fourth of all, yeah you look average and all but seriously? A turtleneck zipper sweater? Can't you pick something cooler rather than a Japanese school gym uniform?" An irk mark appeared, which I was quite smug of, on his forehead as he replied.

"Well then blood hogger, First of all, you're acting like one. Second of all, if I'm doing it, then it's all good. Third of all, I will answer you that next. Fourth of all, my clothing does not need any of your concern. Now! The answer of the third question..."

"You can call me Haki. Yoroshiku. I can tell you my name, though I cannot say about my nor your objective. Well I guess I can give you a hint. A huge one at that. All I could say now is that this will change your life drastically either for the better or worse. I guess it depends on how you play it." He explained vaguely.

"Haki...I can call you that? So it's not necessarily your real name. And what do you mean about my objective? Who are you to decide what my life goal is? And what will happen to me? Why and how do you know it?" I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. His explanation had holes, which I did not appreciate.

"Hm~ A suspicious quick-thinker observer type I see. You should do just fine at this rate. And yes, Haki is in fact not my real name but you needn't to know that. And about everything else? That is for I to know, and for you to find out." I was about to retort before I felt a sudden hard push on my already aching back.

He kicked me off the edge.

I scarcely grabbed the edge with a single hand and hissed lowly as my injured right arm began to quiver from the constant waves of pain. Was this it? Was this my so-called inevitable downfall? Was this my end? Shouldn't I be happy? I glared up to the smirking boy. How dare he tried to kill me. Or was I supposed to thank him? Oh this was confusing.

You think that's confusing? Think about what he said next, before he stomped at my poor trembling little fingers. The two bizarre words lingered around me for half a chocking moment before fading as I entered the suffocating depths of oblivion.

"Entertain me."

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An infinite pool of darkness.

In what felt like an empty atmosphere—an empty abyss—was none other than the biting crisp frost of the resonating chills that surged into me. Everything felt numb, not a single muscle responded to my command. My body laid stiffly, longing the sensation of blood pumping with desired motion and adrenaline. I was left in a complete nerve-wracking silence, nothing dared to make a whisper. My inexplicable need to plunder for comfort and warmth in this familiar state was failing me, it was futile to even dream of contentment. In my coma-like state, I wondered, ransacking my memory lane as perplexity guided me throughly. What in the holy shit-iness happened to me?

The previous event was like a rushing blur, merely traversing me as it teased my ignorance. It ran away, gradually getting further and further away from my mental grasp. Like a game of tag, an annoying one at that.

I focused my mind on yesterday's events, my mental palm slowly pursuing the runaway memory. Static images were appearing, recognizable voices were echoing. I was so close. Just a little more.

A clear image appeared.

I saw a girl. She looked awfully familiar. She was miserable. How did I know? I knew the girl. But who was she? Crimson covered her. Hair tangled with one another. Luminous amber eyes blankly stared down. She was calm. Composed. How?

The image changed.

The same girl, she was older. The same appearance, bloodier. The same expression, but it was cracking.

The image changed.

It was her again. She was trembling. Silent tears streamed down her delicate pale cheeks. She breathed in and out heavily, barely receiving the air she required severely. Scarlet coated her once again. She finally broke. Poor thing.

The image changed.

I saw her again. Inside a room. A closet. A janitor's closet. The same look, the same state. But she was calm again. Too calm. Deadly calm. Frightening.

The image changed.

A magnificent scenery. A rooftop. She was there, sitting on the edges. She was talking. To a boy. Who was he? They both stopped, and pivoted around to face me. Their penetrating gaze made me shrunk. They could see me? The boy smirked, and chuckled devilishly, sending chills down my spine as I shivered involuntarily. The girl merely stood there, eyeing me intently, then smiled at me warmly, a very different reaction compared to the person beside her. But as I was about to offer a smile back, the boy walked towards the girl, grinning maniacally while doing so,

And kicked her off.

I gasped in shock and instantly ran towards the hanging girl. I needed to save her! I needed to save...myself.

What...?

I swung my hand to grab hers, desperately praying to let God give her another breath to inhale, another day to survive, another chance to live. But the girl wanted none of it.

She retracted her hands quickly, not giving me a chance to at least graze a finger. My eyes widened, a shrill of cry stuck at my throat, chocking me in my own voice of shock. Every second of her body nearing the ground tormented me into jumping after her. But my body didn't oblige. It wouldn't. I knew that very second, that the imminent gruesome scene I was about to witness will plague me greatly.

And I was right.

It was horrendous.

The scent of fresh metallic liquid attacked my nostrils, seemingly wanting to suffocate me with its humongous quantity as a serious advantage. The echoing crack of shattering bones made me cringe every time the sound bounded back to me. The desolation of my palm, the coldness of it, made me reminisce every second of the dreadful incident, reminding me of why the girl was not able to live a second longer.

They were all haunting me.

The boy guffawed, fascinated on how I took in the calamity. He walked towards me, gradually closing the needed gap between us. I trembled. Was he going to kill me? Who was he? Get me out of here. Move dammit! My legs were wobly, it was as if his single presence was more than enough to disfunction me. He grinned maliciously, his mad eyes unnerving me more than ever, and spoke.

"Wake up~"

My eyes snapped open. The consciousness I craved for came back to me, with all five senses in me complying to my will once again. It was just a dream, I chanted. Yes...that dream. That nightmare of a dream. That...memory. Memory...? It really...happened...? Literally everything came to a halt as my brain came to a sudden conviction.

I died.

Clutching my thudding chest, I anticipated the quickening rhythm underneath my ribcage, signifying the soul I was permitted to possess yet again. Upon hearing the steady beat, vast relief washed over me as my lungs let out a deep breath I held un-knowingly.

I was alive.

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.

.

Again.

I felt tremendous joy, flowing from my very core to the tips of my lips as I grinned widely. Never had I ever imagined me sustaining death itself. It was an incredible feeling. The rippling glee trying to implode out of my skin as my body shook uncontrollably.

I inhaled deeply, drawing in every air my lungs could muster, but coughed violently right after. It was unexpected, where was the fresh clear moist oxygen I wished for? Taking its place was the unfortunate murky combination of carbon monoxide and smoke our loving society was able to produced. What was happening? Where was I? In my coughing fit, I wasn't able to discern the panic cries of a teenage boy, asking me what in the world made my condition. That is until I looked to my side.

Now, this is where things get...fucked up.

Crouching there, concern radiating off of him as he drew little circles on my back with a soothing hand. He smiled reassuringly at me, not noticing the simultaneous pause every organ in me made. I could've sworn for a moment there, my brain seemed to turn itself off with me forgetting how to operate this thing we call: a body. All because of this bizarre, bewildering, heart-pausing, breath-hitching, once in a life time, brain-pounding, unimaginable, squeal worthy, muscle-tensing, wasn't likely to happen, life changing meeting.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I first met my brother. Introducing, Furuya Rei.

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(A/N: OH GOD THAT TOOK FOREVER. 3255 words! A NEW RECORD YEAY! Well this was definitely one way to reduce boredom. And a good way to practice too! I'm on a "refreshing stay at me family's hometown" and God you have no idea how boring it is here. Help meh.

If you didn't realize (which you probably didn't nor cared), I've always always ALWAYS wanted to write these kind of things. Ya know where people get stuck into an anime world. That's like literally my dream OUR WORLD IS SO BORING FOR FLUFF SAKE.

By the way, sorry if there are some grammar/spelling mistakes somewhere in there. English is not my first language so bare with me m'kay? And hopefully you weren't confused by the italics paragraphs thing.

Now, about that suicide thing.

This is probably me being paranoid, and hopefully you guys aren't miserable enough to actually end your lives. But please, if you're having major depression or are living through your own definition of hell, please forget about everything I said regarding the problem. I know suicide is a serious thing and loads of people are having second thoughts about it, but motivating those people is the LAST thing I wanna do. I included that paragraph just to add more effect for the readers and to help people picturing her situation and mental state more clearly.

Just remember guys, everyone is grieving in their own ways. You're not alone. Be strong, continue on, endure your pain, and make it to power.

Love ya!❤️)