Akihito Kanbara was a child. A child with a life. A child with potential. A child who wished for friends. A child who enjoyed to play. A child that acted like the other children.
He was a child that was feared.
Left unscathed after the car accident, he helped the other children to safety. But they didn't want to be saved, not by a monster like him. He didn't know what was wrong with himself. What was bad about having no injuries after a car crash? He could help others, he could bring them to safety. Akihito promised that he'd do no harm. He promised that he was just lucky. He didn't convince them. He was bullied at school, each day getting worse and worse. Blood was spilt. Injuries vanished.
The kids were desperate to kill him.
Of course, they didn't know that. They didn't know what murder was. They tried to land a hit that would last a day.
He was thrown out the third floor window.
Pain shot through his body as he screamed. It hurt so much. What would have been a fatal experience to a child awoke the youmu inside of him for the first time.
He killed them.
He killed them all.
The children that tried to kill him. His old friends. Strangers. Other children. The teachers. Everyone. The school burnt down until there was nothing left of it. The police didn't know a thing of the mysterious incident, apart from the eye witnesses that just say they saw the school burn unexpectedly.
Akihito Kanbara was a murderer.
No wonder he was feared.