Common is Your Breath

[Warning: Self-harm]

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In the village where Sonic had been raised, the idea of soul mates and have emotive, intimate connections that were "destined" was considered a strenuous scourge. The markers on people's wrists were huge identifiers and in a village that fostered a more secretive career, the soul mate indicators were nuisances. They were unique, mostly, therefore massive plot-holes in fake identities.

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It was a tradition for when an adolescent became of age and was close to completing their training as a ninja, that they would undergo a ceremony. The adolescent would go through a ceremony that would mark their becoming of an adult and a ninja.

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Sonic was an arrogant young novice who considered himself a prodigal son. Rather than waiting until he was at least sixteen, Sonic decided he would remove the mark himself. From a young age, Sonic like most children had been interested in the mysterious quibble on his wrist. Young children loved discussing the idea that there was someone just for them out there; even a village where they would be raised to become lethal weapons of mass destruction and elegance. Sonic had been unlike that.

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He agreed with the adults of the village. They were unnecessary risks. They were useless and without meaning. Sonic aspired to be the greatest ninja to ever leave his village. To do that, he would need to prove himself and he knew that by literally cutting out the pieces of himself that he didn't need, he would be able to achieve that goal.

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Sonic was nine years old when he had that epiphany. He was nine years old when he analysed his arm for all his veins, arteries and blood vessels. He was nine years old when he took a kunai from the armour, snuck away and began to delicately perform surgery on himself.

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For that action, he earned the ire of the entire village. No one saw what he saw in himself. They only saw the scabs on his wrist that crusted on him after he had made the decision to age himself. He wore the scabs and the scars that followed like badges of honour. However, he didn't do the job properly, he realised a few months later. "Who are you?" had become "W-o –re y-u?" but Sonic hoped that what he had vandalised on his wrist would be enough to make him slightly more invisible.

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It was that action had nine years old that caused Sonic to become estranged from the village though. Sonic became disillusioned by what he was taught because no one could see things how he saw them. He saw himself as above grade and beyond average. He thought he was in best in class and cream of the crop. Nobody else saw that but he was certain that his skills and talents, their refinement despite his age, were as obvious as the sun in the sky.

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Sonic never came to regret the decision to try and prove himself at such a young age until he and his peers had become adolescents. When everyone else was getting their soul mate marks ceremoniously removed, Sonic was ignored. He was banned. He was going to be a "child" forever because of his mistake. Sonic left the village soon after that realisation. He trained himself and did what he liked.

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It didn't take Sonic long to become another vicious shadow in Japan's underworld. He grew quickly as a popular assassin and took many lives to add to his name and to his wallet.

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Sonic never looked back on the village he left and the traditions he vandalised. He held no regret for what he had done because he knew his strengths and talents. He was an unrecognised genius and he hated it. But the name Speed-of-Sonic was likely to have returned to that village in moony mountain where thick forests run rampant like ancient gods. His villainous deeds covered in blood would show those who looked down on him would show them the error of their ways.

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To prove himself further, Sonic wanted to challenge a creature known as the Sea King. He had busted out of prison with the aid of a flamboyant prison boss. He had no armaments and only the prison garb. Sonic was certain he could handle himself better than that erratic homosexual the "Puri-Puri Prisoner".

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Sonic had been wrong but it needn't matter. He hadn't hurt himself. The creature had barely scratched him, let alone enough to leave another scar on him. Then it happened. He encountered a peculiar person with eyes that glowed like ambers and a briefcase. It was raining so it was hard to see but Sonic soon realised this person wasn't a mere human like himself but rather something else... something mechanical, even if partially because that face looked so real. 'Who are you?' the presumed robot called out.

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Sonic approached, a little bit curious. 'You are... a hero, huh?' Sonic mused. Sonic left an impression on that person and left soon after at a blurring speed. The man's eyes couldn't keep up. Sonic wasn't surprised. He only knew one person who could see him at his fastest speed. But there was something wrong with this picture but Sonic couldn't quite place it. It made his wrist itch.

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Sonic knew he was jumping to the wrong conclusion. That was a common exchange, surely in this day and age of peculiarities. It shouldn't have been possible. Sonic wasn't capable of romance or love. He was capable of sex and murder.

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MerryFortune :)