Sorry its late. Don't feel like typing comments or a disclaimer. feel tired just wrting.

Diclaimer . I don't own sekiriei or anything sjddsklf zzzzzzZZZZZZZZ.

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The coffee he tasted was bitter. Extremely so. Like really bad flat soft drinks or a type of mud that was liquefied. Of course it was decaf and held no sugar, but Hisashi never drank much coffee and was feeling particularly regretful about his choice of beverage for the day. He would rather have a soda or something with a real taste to it. Not this. Did people really drink this every morning?

He never liked coffee. Just didn't get around the taste and much rather preferred just whisking away the sleep from his body once he got up every day, as hard as it was. Every day was a challenge for him and he knew what it felt like. The only reason he had come inside the place was that it had offered solitude from the outside world, seeing as there were little to no people inside. No people meant he wouldn't grab the attention of anyone's gaze. It was one of the reasons why he enjoyed solitude. Lived his late life by it and was content with being alone.

He hated stares.

Solitude was what he needed right now.

To the people passing by the café and restaurant, from their point of view a man enjoying his cup of coffee could be seen sitting next to the window, sipping on a mug occasionally while scowling at the drink that met his lips.

This man's name was Hisashi Hiroki.

He was currently sitting in a small restaurant in the city of Tokyo and sat near the window that had a perfect view of the street and sidewalks outside. When he looked outside, he could tell it was a perfect sunny day, with the cars speeding by and the people walking to and from, hoping to get to their destinations as quick as possible. Almost everybody looked busy and the few that didn't walked with their families, smiles in tow.

Hisashi grimaced.

Turning away his attention outside, he looked around the restaurant/cafe. Wasn't anything special. There was hardly anyone in the café at the moment, save for the staff. Hisashi was actually the only one at the café at the moment and wondered if it was a slow day. It was during the working hours so a lot of people were bustling in big office areas somewhere in the city right about now, not able to relish in the place's food and atmosphere.

Hisashi Hiroki eyed his drink with his one good eye, watching and staring down the black drink as if waiting something to happen. To anyone else, it might have looked like a simple gesture, but it hid all his pain as his face deceived him. Brows furrowed, eyes slightly drooped if one looked close enough, shoulders hunched, and the overall depressing air surrounding him as he just sat there, thinking about his life.

He flinched as a sharp pain accompanied his heart when he thought about… recent events. Terrible events that made him hurt emotionally. Such events were why he was here in the city in the first place. To take care of some personal matters. Some burdens that would come to an end by the end of the day.

Hopefully.

However, he tended not too think too much on his past and the losses he had suffered. Thinking about it only brought on more unnecessary pain in these moments. Pain that cut through his heart like a sharp dagger. Pain he wanted to end and forget about. Still, he could not keep his thoughts from wandering to suppressed memories, a jab at the heart each time he strayed.

He stayed there for what seemed like hours before he had decided to take his departure. He called the waitress over to pay for his cup and grabbed his cane.

The waitress came over and what she saw made her stare a little bit too long as he got up from his table.

Hisashi was wearing a black jacket that went down to his hips. The jacket was a long sleeve one, going all the way to his wrists. Underneath that, he wore a simple black shirt, plain. For his lower body, he wore blue jeans that completed his legs. His hair was rave black and lay over his head, just above his eye which was a deep blue. What really drew the waitresses eyes were his… handicaps.

It looked like the whole left side of Hisashi's body had been torn off and burnt. His left arm was missing where it should be and the sleeve that was there was rolled up in a half fold. Where both of his legs should have been had been replaced with transtibial prosthetic legs right at the knee that looked like it wasn't used for running, more so for casual walks. The jeans covered the leg at the knee, where the knees were torn off. The left side of his face was partially burned, going from the neck, to the left end of the mouth, and encased his left eye, leaving very very noticeable burn scars along his left side of his face. If one were to strip him, one would find the left half of his body straight down the line covered in burn scars. His eye was another problem his left eye in fact It… just wasn't there. A simple eye patch covered it up. Despite his torn appearance, Hisashi was no older than 18.

It was as if his whole left side of his body had been through hell, leaving his right side intact by some miracle.

Hisashi noticed the waitress and decided it was time to put up his, as he liked to call it, "happy-go-lucky mask." It wasn't an alternate personality at all, but rather a change in emotion. At least that was what Hisashi believed. Whenever he went out or had to interact with people, he simply put up a mask, a more carefree version. A simple smile and laugh here and there and people were none the wiser. People thought of him as content with his handicapped life. No one knew of the mask that he put over himself just to get through with the day. It wasn't a physical mask, but rather an emotional one. It was like an off switch for his real personality and besides, more people preferred a happy cripple than a sad one.

Hisashi eyed the waitress and cleared his throat, snapping the waitress out of her uncomfortable staring. The waitress opened her mouth to apologize, but Hisashi intervened with a bright warming smile. "It's all right. This isn't anything new to me so you don't need to apologize. It's not like you're the first person to stare."

His tone held a sense of sadness on that last sentence, but he tried his best to mask it. He didn't want somebody to pity him. He hated pity.

He gave the waitress one last convincing smile and hobbled off out of the restaurant, the world seeing a happy man, not knowing what was underneath.

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Hibiki stared at the receding form of the man. She watched as he exited through the doors and out of the building, cane making a clacking noise as he did so with his prosthetic legs.

Hibik had been rather stunned at the man's appearance. It was as if someone split him down the middle and messed up his whole left side. Scars of burnt flesh from the past covering him up like a coat. What amazed her was the amount of damage his body looked to have taken. Hibiki wondered just what kind of trauma the man had gone through. It looked like he had went through the fires of hell. Something extraordinary must have to him to make him look like that.

Hibiki clutched her chest as a surge of pain flashed in her heart for a moment. She clawed at her chest in agony and a small whimper escaped her lips. She felt hot all of a sudden, like a protective barrier that made her feel safe was washing over her. A warm heat coursed through her body for just a second before it was overshadowed with an overwhelming sense of grief. Her eyes started to sting with the formation of tears as a sense of sadness washed over her, making her chest feel tight as if it were in a vice grip. And just like that it was gone.

All of this had happened in just a few seconds.

Hibiki wiped her eyes to stop the tears from leaking as she noticed the man had vanished from her sight.

'What was that? Was I… reacting?To him! I couldn't be… could I? I know I felt a sense of longing and warmth, but... such pain and anguish. I felt all of that from him like I had a connection with him, no matter how sad it was. It felt like I wanted to die as if I had lost my sister a million times over. It was like there was no joy or hope in that man and yet he was smiling like it was couldn't have been a trick right? Was he my… ashikabi? But then why would he feel like this? Like he had an immense sorrow hanging over him. Who is he and…'

"Hibiki! Quit standing there! We still need to prepare for the afternoon!"

Hibiki snapped out of her stupor and came back to reality. She saw Hikari calling out to her, making her realize she had been standing there and not working. She couldn't have that or else she would get fired and that wouldn't sit well since they had both forgotten their M.B.I unlimited credit cards. No job meant no food and they couldn't afford that. She did not however plan on forgetting about that man.

Hibiki turned towards her sister and hurried along, intent to tell her everything that had happened and looking for their supposed ashikabi as soon as work was finished.

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As he walked down the sidewalk, his thoughts strayed to the waitress's reaction. Just like the others. Many people had acted just the same and had made many uncomfortable stares that he had learned to ignore. Those looks that others give him whether or not he's looking their way. Those looks that just scream 'monster' and 'freak' when he just goes about his merry way. The looks that others only gave him. Those kinds of looks made him feel less of a man, like they were confirming his uselessness with those stares.

Hisashi knew he was different and he knew that people will always be people. They always treated him different and always looked at him differently. Wherever he went he had to deal with being the outcast simply because of his looks. Everywhere he strode, gazes befell his appearance, drawing the attention of many. He knew they talked and he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop the unwanted attention.

But that didn't make it any easier. Wherever he walked to in this city, he had learned that he was some sort of specialty to men and women, put on as a walking display.

Even now as he walked down the street, he gained the eyes of many, not in a good way.

"Mom, how did he get like that?" An innocent boy added upon seeing him.

"Hush Koroto, that's not nice."

"But how did he do it? He looks like he has robot legs!"

Hisashi ignored the boy and moved on, happy smile plastered on his face. It hurt that even a child viewed and pointed out his flaws. It seemed like children just loved being curious little mongrels.

Hisashi would have watched where he had been going if not for his sad demeanor, looking down at the cement walkway without a care in the world as he took light steps. Walking with his cane, he had not noticed a boy in his late teens bump into him as he strode down the sidewalk. The accidental meeting resulted in both men stumbling to the ground.

Hisashi grunted in pain as he clawed at his hip that had taken most of the fall for him, his injured hip that had caused him to take the cane in the first place. He hoped it hadn't had been sprained or nothing. He didn't feel like going to the hospital in the city to spend just about all his money or what little he had of it. His 'legs' were fragile and he didn't want to have his plans delayed as much as they should.

Hisashi's cane had fallen off his grip as he fell and he looked up to apologize for his carelessness when he took a look at the boy.

He didn't look anything special. Just a plain white shirt with some jeans on that covered his legs. He had black raven hair, same as him. What got his attention were the boy's eyes. They were an unnatural grey color that made him stand out and his gentle and kind expression. He looked young too, maybe a highschooler or a freshman at college. If anything he was probably the same age as him. He also had a shy and timid aura about him, as if he was just a nervous wreck all over.

He looked like he hadn't hurt a fly all his life.

Meanwhile, Minato had been worrying about his finals next week that he had been stressing about. The worry that clouded him was unlike anything else. He had been worried about failing yet again and becoming another ronin if he didn't pass. He had already failed once and had seen the wrath of his mother when he broke the news to her the first time. Minato was nervous mostly about what his mother, Takami, would do if he failed twice. He didn't want to find out and it gave him an empty feeling in his soul just thinking what would happen if he failed.

He had been so hot and bothered that he wanted to take a small walk to clear his head and get his mind off of things. He had been so engrossed in his thoughts that he had walked right into someone, totally unaware of whom he had accidently shoved.

He moved to apologize when the state of the man caught him by surprise. No, not a man. Something less of a man. The arm, the legs, the burnt scars, the eye, and the cane. Minato's eyes widened as he took in the man's appearance. He didn't seem to be no older than 18 or just the same youth as him. It looked like this man had been through a lot and was trying his best not to stare, but he had never seen an amputee before and found his curiosity stricken.

'What the hell happened to him.' He pulled aside his shock and offered help to the man.

Hisashi took the help as he handed him his cane and slowly got up, being mindful of his hip. Hisashi stood in front of the boy with his cane keeping him upright.

He loved his cane.

Hisashi remembered to put up his mask as he always did. Had to keep up appearances for the sake of others. He smiled in appreciation. "Thanks for helping me up man. I'm sorry I didn't see where I was going."

Minato rubbed the back of his head and stared nervously at the man's… eye. "No problem and it's my fault I didn't watch where I was going. I was thinking about something else and wasn't looking ahead. I'm sorry."

Hisashi nodded in understanding, scratching the back of his head as he did so, his cane still in hand. "So am I. I had a lot on my mind."Just then, Hisashi saw Minato's eyes wandering over his body. Not in the lewd sense. He would've considered the boy to swing that way if not for the fact of his condition and that he was staring at the left portion of his body. 'Oh well. Better address the elephant in the room.' Hisashi stared at Minato with a slight grin. "Yeah, I know I look weird. Not the prettiest face in the room, you know." Hisashi said in a slight smile.

Minato jolted up from his gaze and shyly took a step back. "No… you don't look… well… my eyes just… I mean…"

"It's fine, it's fine. I get it all the time. I'm a real looker with the ladies, you know." Hisashi tried to hide the discomfort and lighten the mood with a forward joke, but it looked as if the boy had caught on.

"No it's not fine," Minato said looking a little down trodden, "It wasn't right of me to stare or knock you down. I… have to repay you somehow."

"Trust me, you can help me out by just letting it go. It was an accident." Hisashi patted the boy on the shoulder and was making his way around the boy.

Hisashi tried to walk by, but a searing pain spread throughout his body, from his hip to his left leg and to his upper left chest. The pain was unbelievable and he ended up stumbling to his knees, teeth gritting and arm clutching at his hip as he hissed in pain. A groan of anguish made its way through his lips as he gripped his cane. Looked like his old wound had opened up again.

'Dammit. I must have sprained my hip again from that fall. Didn't think I took that much damage at first.'

A hand came to rest on his arm and he soon realized the boy had come to his aid. Hisashi's hand rested over Minato's shoulders as he helped Hisashi up to his feet.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Hisashi hated help. To him, it was like admitting he was all washed up.

Like a horse with a broken leg, ready to be put down.

"You're obviously in pain. I can't just leave you to yourself." To his credit, it seemed like the boy really wanted to help. His face didn't give away to some secret agenda or a promise of reward. Strange. Most people would.

"You saying I can't handle myself." It meant to be a joke. A slight playful smirk plastered his mouth as he said it, but the boy disagreed.

"No, I'm saying it wouldn't be the right thing to do. Just think of it as my way to make up for bumping into you and causing you pain. I just really feel bad, you know."

"But you already…" Hisashi sighed. It looked like the boy wasn't giving up and he was too tired to care right now. "Fine if that's what you want. Just help me get out of here. We're already gaining enough stares."

Minato looked around to find some people had stopped to watch the scenario play out and the few people who were passing by had casted them a few glances. A few unwanted glances.

Minato looked back at the guy. Clearly he was not one for attention or at least didn't want to in a public place. Resolved settled, Minato spoke. "Yeah sure. I know a great park nearby. We could settle their and it's not even that far. Just a couple blocks away."

"All right then. Let's go. By the way, my names Hiroko, Hisashi Hiroko."

Minato smiled. "It's a pleasure. My names Minato Sahashi."

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"So because of that, I don't want to end up failing. I've already failed once and I don't want to disappoint her. I don't know what she'll do if I mess up again! I think she's planning to take my allowance away. What should I do Hisashi-san."

Hisashi and Minato were sitting on a bench in a small park. After the incident, it hadn't taken even a minute for them to reach the resting place. Minato had kept apologizing the whole way and Hisashi just took him as an innocent teenager or that he just had wanted something out of it. Either way they didn't talk much and conversation hadn't pick up until they had sat down on the bench, which was sitting alone near the walkway. There were people at the park, but luckily they were off on the dirt and soil with picnics or gatherings, playing around and ignoring them both. It was a good thing they were alone.

As soon as they had situated themselves on the bench, Minato had for the last time said he was sorry and had explained that he had been worried about exams next week and needed some fresh air. He told Hisashi that he had his mind on how he was going to sort his thoughts out and clear his head. He told him how he hadn't watched where he was going, resulting in the accident.

He proceeded to explain his worries by deepening his explanation, telling his growing concern because of his failure to pass the first time. How his sister Yukari had exceeded their mother's expectations while he had already been held back. How afraid he was to let her down. He had told him how scary his sister and mom are to him and about how they had acted in his childhood, hence his fear of them. How he had come to Tokyo with high hopes for himself. And about how he always got nervous whenever he took tests, the panic making him turn into stuttering, failing mess.

Minato took great assurance in the fact that Hisashi was listening to him. He had really needed someone to talk to. He admitted it help to sort things out through words rather than thoughts. He couldn't talk to anybody at school about since he had no friends there. He was never really one for social gatherings. He didn't really know how to hang out with people, didn't have the right words or topics when communicating with his classmates. He was a social outcast. His family was too busy or too far away which was why he lived alone in a small apartment. He couldn't tell Yukari about his problems. She'd just laugh at him. His mother wouldn't understand. She would tell him to suck it up and hang up on him. And no girlfriends either. He could barely speak up in class, let alone talk to a girl. The thought made him embarrassed just thinking about having a really cute girlfriend made him blush. It was a good thing Hisashi was here.

Meanwhile, Hisashi was listening intently about Minato's troubles. His cane laid rest on his knees as he listened to all that Minato had to say. He nodded at times in confirmation that he was really invested in the one sided conversation. He needed to know how to help Minato and his situation. It looked like a lot was riding on him passing this exam than just a mere passing grade. He knew that if he didn't pass, his whole family would be in an uproar over his failure.

Hisashi didn't know what he could do to assist. He had dropped out of High School due to his condition and probably knew a little less than Minato did. Maybe life experience could help out in this situation. No amount of studying would help and he knew just from the background and look of him, he needed a major confidence boost.

"Minato, it sounds like you don't believe in yourself. It's like you really don't have a lot of confidence that you'll pass. Why is that?"

At first, Minato had been shocked that Hisashi didn't know about honorifics at the beginning of their introductions. Honorifics were the way to let somebody know who they were talking to. It meant how close they were to the other person as a peer, colleague, master, close friend, or anything else. Saying a name without honorifics meant you were very close to that person enough to ignore the custom ways. Hisashi didn't act like it was wrong and Minato ignored it, pitying the man for his condition. He was helping him out by listening so as long as he was helping, he was okay.

Minato looked at the ground with a gloom expression. "I don't know really Hisashi-san. I just don't think I have the nerve to focus whenever there's something important. I start thinking of all that responsibility and I just lose it. I never really thought of myself as the successful one of the family. My sister Yukari has no trouble with this kind of stuff and my mom already works at a pharmaceutical company. They both have achievements in their life and I just seem like I can't compare. I don't think I'll ever be like them."

"Minato, you don't have to be like them. You need to just be yourself. You don't need to prove anything to anyone nor do you have to care what anybody else thinks. Not your mother or your sister. You need to think more highly of yourself and have more courage. If you fail, you fail. If you pass, you pass. But pass or fail, you will have to hold your head up high and accept that you tried your best, no matter the outcome. You have to go in that room with that test and face it like a man."

"But what if I fail?"

"Minato, you need to stop thinking like that. Will you fail? I don't know. Will you pass? I don't know. But what I do know is that you're over thinking this. There is always going to be a time for thinking and then there is a time for doing. I can see the former is really really messing you up bad so just do the opposite. Don't think about it. As a matter of a fact don't think at all. Thinking is what's getting you all worked up so just take your mind off of it for a while. Go do a hobby. Watch a whole marathon of a series or something. I don't know. But do something productive to the point where you'll have to take your mind off of it. Then get back to studying and go take that test."

Minato looked at Hisashi. Maybe he was right. Maybe he did need something to keep him occupied. Anything would do to get all this stress out of his system. It was the reason he had taken that walk in the first place. Something that would grab his attention and force him to worry about that instead of the exam. It had to be something good too. Something that could keep his attention. He needed this.

He turned to Hisashi, but he was already getting up. He grabbed his cane and gently got off the bench. Hisashi turned to Minato with a smile on his face. "Well Minato. Thanks and all. I appreciate it, but I have somewhere to be. See you around hopefully."

Hisashi turned to leave and started walking, but Minato quickly strode alongside him. He had to ask him. "Wait, Hisashi-san, what should I do? You know, to get my mind off of it."

Hisashi turned his head to look at Minato, still limping down the path that led out of the park. "I can only help you so much man. I can't tell you what to keep yourself interested in. That's your own job." Hisashi turned to Minato with a grin on his face. "For what it's worth though, I hope you pass. I'll root for you."

And with that, Hisashi walked away, Minato coming to a halt as he watched Hisashi hobble down out of the park with his cane.

Minato gazed at his back as he thought about what he had said. Hisashi had helped a lot and was thankful for his aid. He wished he could help him out somehow. Now that he thought about it, he should have gotten Hisashi's address so that way they could have met again. As little time as they had spent, Minato had really gotten to like Hisashi. He had been really nice during the whole conversation and sounded like a good man.

He was probably his first real friend too, even if he was still a complete stranger.

Minato's eyes wandered over to a nearby pole that had been just right next to him as soon as Hisashi had left. Strange. It had papers all over it with thumbtacks holding each one up. Minato walked over to the pole and looked at the various titles.

The pole had been tattered with papers of different color and the rainbow effect caught his eye. He walked right over to and gazed upon all the titles and words that had been scattered around. All over hobbies, activities, and jobs were posted, signaling events in the month. 'Guitar Lessons', 'Charity Chores', 'Furnishing Needed', and more.

Minato ripped one off that had been relevant, considering that its date was tomorrow. On the top of the flyer was the title for the job application.

'Construction Work. Help wanted!'

Below was a list relating to time, date, contact information for the application.

'Do something productive to where you'll have to take your mind off of it.'

'Maybe I'll look into this.' Minato stuffed the paper in his pocket and headed home.

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"Hibiki, are you sure he's still even here. I can't feel him like you can. It seems like a lot of work for this lost case."

It was night time already, pitch black, and two certain sekirei were making their way across the rooftops.

After their shift had ended, Hibiki had gone to explain the situation she had experienced. How the man looked, how she felt during the encounter, how sorrow filled his presence was, how he seemed to hide it so well. She went into detail about how she had felt some sort of connection with the man and how it was possible he was their ashikabi. She seemed convinced that that guy was supposed to be theirs for some reason or another.

Hikari was skeptical. At first she was put off by the description of the man. He just didn't seem to fit the description of an ashikabi. An ashikabi was supposed to be kind, loving, devoted to their sekire, and sure of treating them well. Sure she wasn't there to see him in person so she couldn't have had the same connection (if that was what she was going to call it) if they had never met, but she still had her doubts. From what she had heard, this man was just a lost cause, a pitiful soul filled with sadness at the very least. What kind of man had her sister fallen for?

Hibiki however was not going to give up. She had convinced her sister to at least go looking for the man to investigate further and at least Hikari would get to see if he was the one. They got dressed in their… S&M costumes and took to the skies when their jobs had ended at around 5 p.m., but they had to go back to their apartment to prepare for an all nighter. If this guy really was their ashikabi, then they would at least use as much time as they could searching for him.

"I'm sure he is. Iknow he is. We just need to keep looking. Oh… you should've been there Hikari. I felt it all. He was so sad like a child or a lost puppy who just wanted someone to have. I just wanted to take away his pain."

Hikari still looked unconvinced as they jumped across the roofs and sailed into the night.

"Don't worry though. I'm sure of it. He is our ashikabi I just know and soon you'll feel the same way."

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The sisters stopped their escapade as a torrent of water crashed into them both, sending them spiraling into an alley way. The sisters recovered back onto their feet to see their most feared rival.

A tall blond woman sat atop a pole on a nearby roof, he long skirt and coat waving in the wind. She wore a white shirt and boots that were accompanied by black stockings that showed off a not so subtle amount of panties. She had a choker attached to her neck as her blue eyes shined in the night.

Hikari stared down the woman as Hibiki hid behind her sister.

"That bitch. Hey you exhibitionist. We aren't in the mood today!" Hibiki motioned for her sister to shut up as Hikari glared at the blonde woman. She did not want to get pummeled right now.

The blonde woman stared down at the pair with a glare gazing back. "Thou art the most colorful one with words, is she not? Tis a stroke of luck that I found thou here tonight." A water ball formed in her hands as she pointed at the two. "I must pay thee back for their smart mouth and interference a moon ago."

Hikari and Hibiki prepared their lightning as the three charged their separate attacks for battle.

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Hisashi's cane made the same 'click, clack' noise as he made an effort to get to where he needed to be.

Being here in this city reminded him of a time better than any other. Going to school, hanging with friends, studying, eating with family, and enjoying his youth. Back when he was normal, doing, saying, and acting like a normal teenager. Back when he didn't carry this burden of shame. Back when he could sleep peacefully without any trouble or fear. Back when waking up every day to face the world wasn't a challenge of itself. He wanted so badly to reverse time to go back to before he became like this. He wanted nothing more than for all of it to be a dream and to have his family back. To have his life back.

Oh, how it all came crashing down.

He stopped in his tracks as he recognized the familiar area. His eyes widened.

This is it.

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He was here.

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His parents grave.

This was it.

On the two headstones in the cemetery in the park he had been in not too long ago.

Kasumi Hiroki and Ryu Hiroki

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He finally made it to this special place.

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And so he set his cane down…

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Reached into his jacket…

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Grabbed the object of his choice…

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Put the barrel to his head…

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And would have pulled the trigger…

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…If it hadn't had been for the witness in the lab coat who was sitting on a bench not too far off.

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