A hero...

Hiro sat in his tiny cubicle in Japan, smooshed against one suffocating wall, his knees smashed into another. He had his nose pressed onto a simple clock that rested on a pile of papers on his crowded desk. His glasses had slid down his nose and were resting on the glass on the foggy clocks glass, hot with the steam from his breath. The clock read 12:01.

A hero...

"I do not need to work at the company, father, I will be a Hero when I am older. I will be like Takezo Kensei." A small boy with choppy brown hair and glasses jumped about with a sword infront of a rather business-man looking type standing close by, silent and still.

"A Hero!? Takezo Kensei!? Hah. You will work at the family company. Heros...do not exist."

A hero...

Hiro closed his eyes as tightly as he could, squeezing his lids as hard down as he could. He gritted his teeth. Why did these terrible memories have to resurface? Hadn't living through them once been enough!?

Hiro opened his eyes and glanced at his clock. 12:02. He sighed, and returned to his paper work.

To be continued...