AN: I don't own yami....yet.
Please comment if you like!!! sankyuu!
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"To Be Cursed...."
-Hajime-
"Cursed! You're cursed!" Pointing fingers accused him over and over again.
Even now, those words remained in his head. Words that would play over and over again, like a cassette tape stuck on repeat.
Those words that later became screams of terror...
But for now...
"He's cursed! Stay away from him! Didn't you hear me, he's cursed!"
Growing up, Tsuzuki never knew the meaning of the word "cursed". But he knew something was wrong with him.
He saw the other children, and how they were cared for, and he knew something was wrong.
He was different.
For him, life was an endless struggle. Struggling to stay alive while being beat into the ground, struggling to snatch away any of the scraps before the dog could get them, struggling to keep running when he heart was pounding and his knees felt like rubber, just so they wouldn't get him again...and having to struggle to keep himself from crying when his father beat him.
"If only you hadn't been born, if only you hadn't been born". He'd tell the boy over and over again, cheeks streaked in tears. "If you had not been born..."
That was what being cursed was all about...
an endless struggle, where the only friend was yourself...
No, Tsuzuki had never known the meaning of the word "curse", but he understood it. He understood what it meant to be cursed, and he had felt it everyday.
-Owari-