Fuuma
When he was five, Fuuma protected him from the rain and warmed him with the gentleness of his words and the warmth of his house.
When he was six, Fuuma called him his best friend, protected him from evil kids who called him a fatherless bastard and even from the wrath of his own mother.
Fuuma swore that day to protect him forever.
When he was ten, Fuuma cried. He was very, very sad, because his mama had died. But he could not protect Fuuma.
Instead, he left.
Six years later, he tried to convince Fuuma to stop protecting him, but Fuuma refused - it has become a part of him, this protecting him. Fuuma protected him from women with swords in their hands, from evil assassins, from earthquakes and blizzards.
Fuuma took him into his arms.
Then, later, Fuuma hurt him. Hurt him worse than he thought anyone could ever do, but he knew inside what made it worse was because it was Fuuma. Fuuma could not keep his promise, Fuuma could not protect him anymore. Fuuma could not protect him from himself, or Fuuma.
Many things happened in that year and gradually, he decided to kill Fuuma. Gradually, he decided to forget things that happened before because otherwise there will be no things that happen after.
Fuuma died. Died way easier than it should have been and now it was his turn to hold Fuuma in his arms.
And he knew: Fuuma has protected him till the last.
When he was five, Fuuma protected him from the rain and warmed him with the gentleness of his words and the warmth of his house.
When he was six, Fuuma called him his best friend, protected him from evil kids who called him a fatherless bastard and even from the wrath of his own mother.
Fuuma swore that day to protect him forever.
When he was ten, Fuuma cried. He was very, very sad, because his mama had died. But he could not protect Fuuma.
Instead, he left.
Six years later, he tried to convince Fuuma to stop protecting him, but Fuuma refused - it has become a part of him, this protecting him. Fuuma protected him from women with swords in their hands, from evil assassins, from earthquakes and blizzards.
Fuuma took him into his arms.
Then, later, Fuuma hurt him. Hurt him worse than he thought anyone could ever do, but he knew inside what made it worse was because it was Fuuma. Fuuma could not keep his promise, Fuuma could not protect him anymore. Fuuma could not protect him from himself, or Fuuma.
Many things happened in that year and gradually, he decided to kill Fuuma. Gradually, he decided to forget things that happened before because otherwise there will be no things that happen after.
Fuuma died. Died way easier than it should have been and now it was his turn to hold Fuuma in his arms.
And he knew: Fuuma has protected him till the last.