Enveloped be tragedy
He sat on the swing, the rain droplets fell silently but every time it comes in contact with the surface a bit of the silence disappears.
Why does he need to stay alive when no one cares including himself?
He stares at the gun beside him, he picks it up…just this second he allows himself to lose to it…to death. Maybe this time death is not that bad after all, maybe it is a chance that is given to all humans to run away from reality. Although his vision is already blurred by the rain and coldness, his eyes still detects a figure that walks towards him. The black figure gets closer and closer until it stops in front of him.
Slowly the figure's left hand appear on top of the gun where as the other hand is moved in front of the gun…swiftly but steadily he brings the gun down and moves it away from the boy's reach.
"Are you giving up?" the figure asked gently
"Huh?" the question worried the boy as he knew the answer
"Are you running away?" the figure asked again
The hair bands hung in front of the boy hiding away his eyes…little streams of water born from each strip of hair were falling to the ground.
"I see…" the figure knelt down so he was at eye level with the boy
His warm hands embraced his body, injecting warmth into them though he doubt they will recognise the definition of warmth after that incident.
"Isn't families loving?" the boy asked breaking the once silenced surrounding
"Some…" the elder answered
"Well….is mine….considered as a loving family?" another question asked to be answered
The figure closed the gap between the boy and himself forming into a tight hug
"In this blinded world love doesn't only come from family…you can find them elsewhere" the figure said
"Sir…is love considered an emotion?" the boy asked again
"Yes" he knew where this was going….
"He said emotions are for the weak!" the little boy's voice was raised in frustration
Tears were appearing creating a shiny layer of diamond coloured liquid coating the crimson eyes, although the tears were very well camouflaged against the rain. The little boy lifted his head, allowing his weakness to be shown to the man by the redness of his eyes. The only reaction he received from the opposite human was a gentle smile and a warm white scarf being wrapped around his neck.
"No matter what other's say you will always have the right to choose your own path" whispered the man
After he finished his sentence he stood up and brought out a hand in front of the little lost boy.
"let's go back" offered the man
"but…grand father is there" the voice had fear and horror
"remember suffering is and always will be the mother of happiness" said the man
As the boy held out his hand to reach for the man's, darkness decided to take over and just for a brief moment everything seemed peaceful, no pain, no death, no fear only nothingness. But he knew when he wake up everything will once again become hell….. but only this time he knew it was worth fighting against, and he won't lose easily for he was Kai Hiwatari.