A/N: My first fanfic. Constructive critism is always nice as long as you're not all to harsh on me since I'm new at this kind of stuff : Plz review!
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Sometimes he wished it was a real gun.
This life had simply started as any other kids'. You wake up, eat, maybe complain a little, see another kid across the street, makes it a friend, go home, eat again, and go to bed.
That life took a sharp twist when he was seven. It started with a fight between some teen and blond girl. On one of those nights when the skies turned green and no one could answer his cries. Sooner or later he adjusted to it and simply waited or slept through the night.
Even months after that fight he could still feel a slight change inside himself.
Until his parents died.
He had yet to understand the nature of suicide.
The wonder changed to silence, like summer changed to fall.
The childhood's curiosity had disappeared with his will to understand. To understand the truth of death. But still, he could feel how close death had drawn. He now lived with his aunt, in to what he thought was the Land Far-Far Away.
Later, he learned how to live again and was forced to move back to his childhood home to go to a building that he couldn't remember. Gekkoukan High.
Back to that place and yet, that green sky hadn't disappeared. That's when he met Pharos.
And a life of confusion started yet again.
And now he was here, fighting that, oh-so familiar element for him, Death. And now he had the chance to do it. To kill two flies in one hit.
Seemingly he wouldn't need that gun anyway.