Author's Note: I attempted Tragedy 8'D haha.. It seems to start out light, but I promise it will get bloodier and more tragic. /shotdead
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Life.
Is an excuse to die. It is nothing more than a lesson yet to be taught. A tragedy.
I was walking home from Nanimori Elementary, it was a scorching hot day. I remember feeling the sun burning against my pale skin.
I stared up at the vast blue, cloudless sky. I swear I had saw heat waves from the humidity. The birds, that used to fly around during the spring, had ceased, and simply stood in the shade, watching over me as I walked home and to school.
Their eyes would pierce through me, ever so sharply, and I would stare at them back. They were what made my days back in those younger days. I remember it all so clearly. Especially since I had never taken a liking to animals before, which was considered "strange" back then as a child.
Most children would run around the playground, playing tag with each other, but I never had an interest in those sorts of activities. Instead, I would have made an excuse to sleep somewhere where nobody was and stay there until their foolishness stopped. To put simply, I was always the 'problem child'.
Nobody wanted to be related to me in any way, and I grew up unknowing what emotion was. I recall calling it 'idiotic' and 'foolish' in kindergarten. And that counted my parents too.
And I figured that was the reason they decided to end their own life that one fateful day...
The day when I arrived home only to see my mother and father's corpses in the living room, a knife in their hands. They had suicided.
And the reason; me.
Not long after that incident, I lived alone in a small run down apartment near my middle school that was supported by my aunt. The detectives suspected a murderer behind everything, considering the number of killer cases recently. However, I knew what had happened. It was obvious to me.
Though it wasn't like I had any need to have parents or any form of guardian for myself, and I had proved that by living by myself since I was seven years old. My aunt was a nice person, so she would send some money from time to time. It was more than enough to live off of, so there was nothing wrong with the life I had.
Going to school, an ending up ditching class to sleep on the rooftop. Then getting back home in the late evenings, after eliminating some unworthy herbivores. That was and is still my life, as current sixteen year old Hibari Kyouya.
I woke up. Groaning. It was the dream again. I haven't had dreams about my deceased parents in quite a while. I shook my head violently, throwing the old thought off of my mind.
I stood up, grabbing my usual black shirt and jeans. Glancing at my alarm, I noticed that I had woken up early. I barely fell asleep last night, so it was definitely a bad sign.
I dragged myself to the bathroom, finding my reflection in the mirror glaring back at me. The black circles under my eyes stool out like a sore thumb. I could faintly notice that my skin looked a shade paler than the night before.
"Tch" I spat in disgust of my weak appearance.
As I headed out my apartment, I found a note on the ground before my doorstep. Slowly bending over to pick it up, I opened it.