..:Eyes' Story:..
It wasn't fair. To be born a cursed child—what did he ever do to deserve such a fate? He was brought into the world like a machine. A bomb, perhaps, that was to set off at any time. A weapon that contained a dangerous power, holding in absolute destruction that could abolish all it had contact with. And for that, they were feared. Eyes knew it from the very beginning. He saw right through those smiling masks the adults wore in his presence. They spewed deceitful words from their mouths and patted his head in pretend praise. Such an amazing child. So talented. So smart. So handsome. A prodigy—those bastards… It's not that they were lying; it was to be expected from the children who inherited the genes of Mizushiro Yaiba. But their words lacked sincerity, covering up how they truly felt. He was a monster in their eyes. He was one of the Blade Children.
Growing up was difficult for the cursed children. Fate hung threateningly above their heads while the Hunters stalked them from the shadows. Though they were still so young, few were already sacrificed to the fear of the curse. Meanwhile, some people fought for the sake of the Blade Children, shielding them in every way they could from the Hunters' grasp—they were known as Protectors. They believed it wasn't right to deprive the children of their own lives; not when they were still so innocent.
Though even the Protectors were weary of the curse—no one knew if it would manifest or not. Everyone lived in fear of what was to become of the Blade Children.
Eyes was able to see the fear behind his mother's countenance, but she cared and worried about him more than anything. As a child, she made sure to keep him safe from all costs and treated him as any mother would treat her son. He wasn't difficult to raise and watch over either; Eyes was well behaved and honest as a child. At the age of three, he spent his time outside, simply staring off in thought. It was hard to believe that he could possibly possess evil in him.
But it was lonely, gazing off to nowhere. Even at such a young age, he felt the burden of being unwanted by the world. The blinding sun spilt its light from above, giving life to everything it touched. But no matter how much he stretched his arms out toward that source of light, he could never attain it. In a way, he envied the sun, how it was forever destined to rise and fall day by day. Just like how a tree would shed its leaves in the fall, only to have them grow back again in the springtime. As for him, he didn't know his fate. He was already shunned and labeled as a dangerous existence, yet he had done nothing wrong. What was to become of him?
The thought stirred bitter feelings within him. It wasn't fair. The outside world mocked him in its flawlessness while he remained tainted with some wretched curse. The clouds continued to float leisurely in the sky and the ants remained uninterrupted in their perfect line. His thumb then pressed firmly into the ground, crushing a single ant. As he did so, the other insects scurried about in panic, breaking from their orderly positions. He observed them carefully before squishing another beneath his fingers.