My Book

by Kuro49

I knew of a man, he had red hair that would gleam in the sun and an emerald eye that twinkled with amusement. He called himself ‘Rabi.’ From chapter one to the end this was his story. R-centric.

1. Prologue

I don't own anything. But this is only the beginning.

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My Book

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P r o l o g u e

I knew a man.

A man with red hair that would gleam in the sun and an emerald green eye that would twinkle with amusement and this man would always have a smile on his face, a smile that showed nothing, a silent laughter at something that no one else knew.

He called himself 'Rabi.'

No one really knew him and no one really understood him.

But everyone has a story, a story that we call a 'past.'

And his story started with a beginning, just like every other ones.

Only his wasn't all that the same, unlike any other story.

No his was different, unique if you want to call it that.

After all his life story was something that no one else would know.

He was the future Bookman, just collecting 'The Hidden History.'

XXX Kuro