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Chapter Forty-One: Murdering the Stars
At the crack of dawn the next day I stood at the entrance of the woods at the northern end of Konoha. Beyond the tree line was a shallow river that flowed throughout the forest where I would be meeting up with Naruto and that perverted Old Man, Jiraiya.
Naruto invited me to come along, but in all honestly, I would have joined him whether he did or not. Yesterday was a shock for myself, but seeing that weird marking again was alarming. I needed to know if he was safe, and Jiraiya seemed to know the answers.
Entering the forest, I searched for them. Hopefully Jiraiya wasn't known for being late, unlike a silver-haired shinobi I countlessly had to deal with.
The sound of laughter caught my attention and among searching for a source, I found a group of girls hanging out at the riverside and splashing in the river. The girls were happy and careless. It struck a hard cord in my heart wishing it could be Mae and Leda instead.
The sounds of a deep chuckle drew my attention away from the blissful girls. There he was, head first in a bush. I coughed distastefully.
Jiraiya jumped back in shock. "Oh, it's just you," he grumbled. I rolled my eyes from the warm welcome.
"Is Naruto not here yet?" I asked the peeper.
He replied with a short no and stuck his head back into the bush. I slumped onto the forest floor; my back turned from the girly scene.
"Are you two teammates?" Jiraiya asked after a while, still focusing on his 'research'.
"Yes and no," I replied. An eye arch later and I explained to him about Team Seven and Team Asanoha, leaving out the details of Leda and Mae's whereabouts. That was too painful for words.
"I see…" Jiraiya pondered. "Naruto has spoken highly of you."
Really? "Naruto and I have been through a lot together," I smiled sadly.
Many thoughts clouded my mind, so many unanswered questions, especially about Naruto. I didn't want to bombard Jiraiya but I didn't know what to ask him first.
But one thought stuck out to me, more than the others.
"Jiraiya…"
"Hmm..?" He turned from his research to consult me.
I stared into his eyes, prepared to read his face when I asked, "Why are you helping Naruto?"
Jiraiya wasn't surprised by my forward question. In fact, I couldn't read anything from him.
"The same reasons you are," he responded full of determination.
Before I could respond, our loudmouth ninja arrived to start the day.
"Ready to watch me kick ass?!" Naruto yelled. He was always the most energetic in the morning. The boy woke up like a bat out of hell.
There must have been a look of discomfort on my face because Naruto skidded to a halt with a weird expression.
"Hey Old Man! Are you being pervy in front of Quorra!?" he pointed.
I smiled at the boy. He didn't know how to ask a question quietly.
"Sit down, Naruto," Jiraiya ignored his accusation.
Naruto wasn't convinced until I patted the dirt floor besides me. With a huff, he joined.
"So Naruto," Jiraiya began the conversation. "Out of curiosity, have you ever felt the presence of a different chakra?" Jiraiya asked, sitting across from us in a circle. I thought it was a rather odd question to ask.
Naruto pondered. "Well, I'm not sure… Oh, wait. I do kinda remember there was this one time. I had this weird upsurge of energy and I didn't know where it came from."
Jiraiya nodded with interest. I knew Naruto was referring to our time in the Forest of Death, when he fought Orochimaru and again when he saved us from the bloodthirsty mutated monkeys.
Naruto sat in clueless wonder while Jiraiya studied me.
"You know something about this," Jiraiya concluded.
Was it that obvious?
"It was at the Forest of Death during our Chunin Exams," I hesitated.
"Oh, right! That's it!" Naruto confirmed.
Jiraiya studied our words. "And how do you know this?" he asked me.
"I was there. We were fighting —"
I felt self-conscious about the situation. Maybe I shouldn't be leaking all this vital information to a guy I hardly knew. I wanted what's best for Naruto. Even though Jiraiya was a huge pervert, he could be trusted, right?
"Naruto suddenly went crazy and had so much energy and a destructive mind… I could barely recognize him…"
Naruto looked guilty, upset he put his team through something like that, despite it being out of his control. "It was as though it was a dream," he finalized.
"I see…" Jiraiya said, but he wasn't foolish. He knew there were a few missing pieces.
"But, I remember feeling this was different than my usual chakra." Naruto said. "My normal chakra, if it was a color, it would be blue. But, this one was red." He was deep in thought, trying to recollect a distant memory that he was unsure was even real.
Jiraiya thought for a moment before saying, "Then we need to build up that red chakra of yours."
Was that possible? To possess two different chakras? Jiraiya isn't fazed by a possibility I never heard of.
"Right," Naruto said, unsure. "I guess if you say so, I'll give it a try."
He crossed his legs into a mediation pose and with a hand sign, tried to concentrate chakra that he wasn't fully sure he possessed.
Moments later, "Well, did it work?" Jiraiya asked.
"Mm no. It's the same chakra as always." Naruto was perplexed.
"Man, you have absolute zero talent do you, Kid?" Jiraiya groaned.
"Hey! Don't go acting like you're so great and besides, I can't help it. I don't even understand the two types of chakra myself, alright?" Naruto crossed his arms with defiance. I understood how he felt. Neither of us knew what's exactly happening inside us.
Jiraiya was always quick to insult, but as he did it, the wheels of observation turned in his mind. What was he thinking? What was he hiding?
"Maybe I don't need to summon the red chakra. What's it have to do with the technique you were going to teach me anyway?"
Jiraiya wasn't having his whining a moment longer. "Listen boy," he pointed disrespectfully close to Naruto's face. "For the technique, the chakra you use is nowhere near powerful enough. You would need to pull out all the stops and tap into the chakra dormant in you."
"Yeah that sounds cool and all, but how do you know I have that kind of chakra inside of me," Naruto asked with attitude.
"Ah, that just what I wanted to hear," Jiraiya beamed. Naruto and I moved in closer to hear the magically explanation to an unearthly mystery.
"It's because I am a Sage!"
Naruto gave Jiraiya a death glare as I hung my head in defeat. "Talk about giving an answer without giving an answer," I sighed.
"What's the deal?!" Naruto pointed. "What kind of bullshit are you pulling? Do I have two chakra types or not!"
Jiraiya's eyes crossed to stare at the finger dangerously close to his nose. "I'm not bullshitting you, Naruto. I believe you do have special chakra that only you possess and it will become your greatest weapon. I'm sure of it."
"Greatest weapon? Really?" Naruto said eager.
"Yes! Not using it is like leaving treasure!" Jiraiya sounded like an old salesman trying to persuade a customer into buying something that was broken.
But I wasn't convinced.
"Why are you so adamant for Naruto to train with this 'red' chakra anyway? Last time, he… he wasn't himself. What if it happens again and he can't control it?" I asked.
Jiraiya turned off his smart guy act and straightened his shoulders. "Listen, I get it. He's important to you, but if he has another chakra network inside him, then it is up to us to help him train to control it."
I wanted to push him further on his beliefs, but thought against it. It might be best to wait until Naruto wasn't around to hear it. Reluctantly, I nodded with understanding.
Jiraiya understood. He may be perverted, but he was perceptive. "Right, Naruto. Your past training involved you controlling your flow of chakra but you have such a high level of stamina that you shouldn't rely on cheap tricks. Instead, you should train yourself to increase the total amount of chakra. Once you do that, a whole world of jutsu will open to you."
"Woah, seriously? What can I do?" Naruto was caught bait.
Jiraiya smirked. "Well for example the summoning jutsu I am going to teach you."
We gave Jiraiya puzzled looks. With a sly smile, he gestured towards the river. Crouched over the steady flow of the crystalline river was an oxygen absorbing skinned creature, basking idyllically in the morning sun.
"A frog!?" Naruto and I simultaneously came to the same conclusion.
"That's right. It's a teleportation technique which you sign a contract in blood with all kinds of creatures and summon them when you need with ninjutsu," Jiraiya bragged.
"That sounds awesome. Teach me quickly, let's go already!" Naruto hopped to his feet.
"Okay just realize before we begin you're going to need to use up your usual chakra so only your red chakra remained."
"I already told you Pervy Sage, I don't know how to do that!" Naruto complained.
"And I already told you to stop calling me that!" Jiraiya argued back, now on his feet too. "It's not my fault you are incompetent!"
"And it's not my fault you stare are women's asses as a perverted hobby!" Naruto rebutted.
I rolled my eyes at the two's squabble. Nothing was going to get accomplished this way.
Joining the others, I stood and patted the dirt off my pants. "Alright you two," I commanded. "Stop being pests and listen."
They both zipped their lips and waited for me to continue.
"I have a plan."
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"Alright, leave it to me!" Naruto said. After a few hand signs, one Naruto turned into two and then more; a result from multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu.
"Now look at that and I thought just one of you was trouble enough," Jiraiya said rather sarcastically.
Naruto ignored the comment. "Listen up," he spoke to his clones. "All of us are going to have one big battle royale. The last one standing will be the strongest me!" The Narutos cheered, pumping their fists.
"Ah, now I see. That's a pretty cleaver idea." Jiraiya complimented. It was the best way I could think of to exhaust an overactive ninja. Have your clones punch, slap and tire you out.
"Alright, let's do it," a Naruto hollered. The others gave a war cry and headed straight into battle.
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I knew this would take forever. Naruto had a larger chakra reservoir than Choji's stomach space for barbeque strips on Boneless Thursday. For hours, one Naruto would pound another and caused it to poof away. Just when you thought the numbers were dwindling, more appeared. It was like a bad 300 movie.
It was passed noon when Jiraiya gave up on the battle and returned to his research as there was a new group of girls nearby. But, an eye sore and a stomach grumble later, it finally looked like the finality of this battle.
Only down to two, both exhausted and out of gas, one Naruto punched the other but missed. This opened up the opportunity for the other to connect his fist with the other's jaw, knocking him off his feet and seconds later, disappearing in a puff of cloud.
"Nicely done," Jiraiya said, half-assed; bothered he has to return to his mentor duties.
Naruto, battered and bruised huffed exhaustedly. He lifted up a peace sign and smiled.
"Just like I thought, I'm the strongest me." And before he could say or do more, Naruto fell face first into the dirt. I ran to the fainted shinobi.
"It seems at long last, you used all your chakra," Jiraiya calculated as I placed the self-defeated boy on my lap. "Now I can teach you the technique."
It was like a jolt of excitement zapped through him. "Yes! I've been waiting for this all day!" He leapt to his feet.
"I couldn't tell. Alright, I'll show you how it's done. Watch carefully." Jiraiya bit his thumb and a speck of blood bubbled on his ridge skin. He performed hand signs and thrusted his palm into the ground.
Sprouting from the summoning jutsu was a red frog with exotic markings on it. Jiraiya stood on top of the bear-size frog in triumph. To be honest, seeing a creature a size that it wasn't natural at creeped me out.
"Awesome!" Naruto saw it differently. "That might be the coolest thing ever!"
Jiraiya smirked, pretended he didn't feel godly from the praise and pulled out a large scroll and tossed it.
"Go ahead and look inside," Jiraiya ordered. "This is the contract for summoning toads that have been handed down from earlier generations of ninja."
Naruto opened the scroll and the names of others before him were imprinted inside. It made me wonder what each one of those ninja were like, as they left part of their essences in blood.
"Just sign your name in blood and stamp a finger print of one hand below your signature." Naruto did as instructed. "Find a place where you want to summon with red chakra. Give it a try."
"Okay!" Naruto said, eager. He performed the signs Jiraiya called out to him and threw his blood stained palm onto the ground. A large puff of smoke escaped and my high hopes quickly diminished as my eyes peered to what he actually summoned.
A tadpole, a realistic size tadpole flopped on the forest floor, desperate for water. The frog Jiraiya summoned laughed.
The frog laughed. I tried not to freak out.
Jiraiya sighed. "No talent whatsoever. If you're not taking this seriously, I'm staring at the girls again."
"Wait, wait. Give it a second." Naruto waved his hands as if warning us to distance ourselves. "I think it's still growing."
"I've seen more talent in a goat. Stop fooling around and focus on your chakra as if your life depended on it!" Jiraiya scolded.
"What do you think I'm doing!?" Naruto huffed. He tried again. Bit thumb, performed signs, summoned jutsu.
A new frog emerged.
"Victory!" Naruto danced. I stared in pity at the poor creature being bothered by Naruto's failed summoning.
"Hopeless, why do I waste my time on you?" Jiraiya whined.
"What are you blind?" Naruto pointed to the tadpole's bottom-half. "See!? This one has legs!"
"GREAT! NOW GIVE IT TWO ARMS AND A BRAIN AND I CAN TRAIN IT!"
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The bickering between mentor and pupil went on until I couldn't take the hunger pains any longer and threatened to eat alone at Ichiraku's if Naruto didn't end it for the day. It didn't take any more convincing.
After having a typical ramen dinner with Naruto and Jiraiya as well as tricking Jiraiya into paying, it was well after sunset. I said goodbye to the duo, promised Naruto I would watch him 'kick ass' tomorrow and headed towards my apartment.
I was in a weird mood, like a weight was on my chest I couldn't lift off. Watching Naruto dig deeper into learning more about himself and myself interrogating Jiraiya for answers, desired me to do the same for myself. But, no one had the answers for me. Jiraiya knew things about Naruto. No one was the gatekeeper to my past memories, my life.
Gachero's offer trickled in the back of my mind; his words pierced my thoughts. His desire to find out who I was just as much as I did. He was willing to take the risk, the one that could affect my health, but was I? If I circum to that, I would just be a failure; relying on the power of an unknown technique. I would consider myself weak.
On the other hand, no one including him told me what happened after the fight with Mae. Do they care for me at all? There was no way I will discover myself if no one had my back. I was a caged animal with the key right outside my imprisonment; just barely out of reach.
I soon arrived at my apartment complex and thought twice as I walked past the entrance. Too much was on my mind to sit in my claustrophobic room.
My venture winded me at the other side of town. By now it was past nightfall and the streets were quieting down to a crawl. Townsfolks were already in bed, ready for their day to begin again when they woke.
The sound of chimes distracted me from my self-thoughts and followed the noise to a distinguishable building; grandiose with two large fish statues on each end of the roof. The chimes I heard were attached to the fishes' tail. Strong wind blew the sound echoing.
There was a figure sitting on one of the statues. I couldn't tell who it was because there was a gourd blocking my view. That's when it clicked.
Gaara.
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To the top of the roof I went. My instinct was to go and that's what happened. All of a sudden I was in the same proximity as Gaara, his red hair rich like blood in the moonlight, swaying from the strong breeze. He sat with one knee close to his chin on which he rested on.
Gaara, the sand nin that captured me, the shinobi who saved Leda's body, the boy who almost killed Lee.
I was frozen as the recognition hit like a ton of bricks, second guessing my decision.
"What do you want?" Gaara spoke. It was an inconclusive tone; neither mad nor curious…just a statement. Just Gaara.
Hesitatively, I approached the ninja and sat beside him, noting to sit a distance away.
I didn't know what to say. I felt anything I said, even a simple hello, could throw the guy off the deep end.
The beauty of the world was up here. Most of the shops and homes' lights were off as everyone was in a deep lullaby. With the exception of a few dim lights, it appeared to be a ghost town. Something about it; the emptiness, the stone and wood of man-made structures, was captivating. I gazed off into the night sky. The lack of lights illuminated the clear sky above. The full moon became brighter.
"Insignificant," Gaara spoke.
"What is?" I asked, having no idea what he was referring to.
"The stars," he explained. "There are so many, that they become insignificant. They get lost in cosmic stardust with each one looking the same as the other. Insignificant."
He was correct. There were numerous of stars painted in the night sky like an artist splashed paint. There were thousands, millions more out there that we couldn't see. Each one more and more lost in space. But…
"I don't see it that way," I finalized, daring to look at Gaara. He paid no mind as he focused his efforts towards the sky.
"They might all be stars, but each one is unique to the next. Each one has a story to be told just as our blessed star birthed this world into existence. Everything has a story. The question is whether it falls on deaf ears."
"What's your story then?" Gaara challenged. He turned towards me as he asked it. The moonlight made his green eyes glow. I could only imagine it was doing the same to mine.
"I…" He caught me off guard. "I don't have a story."
"You said everything has a story," he spoke.
"I'm the exception. A year ago I woke up with no memory of my past." I tend to be a private person; keeping my personal life to myself, but the words flowed through my wind chilled lips with warmth smoothness.
But if what I said before was true, that everything significant had a story, does that mean for me?
"I see." He didn't have an answer for the questions circling my conscious. "Consider that a blessing."
"Why?" I questioned, taken aback.
"All you left behind was hardship and pain. Be thankful those things aren't haunting you."
When Gaara spoke, it was often expressionless, monotone. Like his feelings were sucked from his life force. The things he must have endured to become like this.
But I couldn't think like that, it wasn't in my genetic code. "But at least my past, hard or not, would have define a path I am on today and carve towards the future." My statement started off strong, defiant, but the more I spoke, the more saddening I became.
"I … just feel incomplete. And I understand people can't help me with my past." Anger got caught in my throat, suffocating me unless I spat it out. "But if people don't tell me things like what happened at the Preliminary Exams, how am I supposed to even have a future with anyone besides a stranger?"
Gaara didn't respond to my rant. His contemplated the night sky. The wind blew through our hair; his appearing like the waves colliding onto the shore in dark waves.
I realized I said too much and curled into myself. "Sorry…" I mumbled as the wind picked up with my words in it.
After some awkward silence, I drew up the courage to speak again. "Listen," I said, calm now. "I never thanked you for what you did—"
I wanted to say more but the words were choking me again. This time they wouldn't come out. Even a month ago, the pain of losing her was so strong. It felt like it just happened this morning. The way her curves imprinted my mind as she laid lifeless in my arms. All because she protected me, and I couldn't do the same for her.
"You gave me something I thought I lost forever," I finalized staring up at the sky. I prayed she resurrected as one of the stars and shined the brightest.
Tears threatened to invade my vision when Gaara final spoke, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," I replied, discretely playing with my eye to wipe an escaped tear.
"The Preliminaries. That Leaf Shinobi Rock Lee… I wanted to finish him off. I wanted to feel his bones crush under the weight of my sand, feel his curdling screams in my soul…." Gaara couldn't speak more. He started to breathe heavy, panicked… or was it out of bloodlust?
I tried to remain calm. I knew all too well what Gaara was capable of, especially since, for an expressionless guy, he could become bloodthirsty in seconds.
"Are you okay?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
He grabbed his head and took deep breathes. He peered through his fingers at me the moment I caught myself leaning away on instinct. Shit.
But as quickly as it came, it receded. His heavy breathing stopped and removed his hand from his head.
"It's the full moon," he explained.
The moon? I didn't understand, couldn't even fathom the words to ask.
He continued speaking as if nothing happened. "His sensei, he stopped me from doing so."
I knew what he was trying to ask…
"But, why? He failed. Why save him?" Gaara asked Guy, grabbing his head.
Guy watched the medical team do their job. "Because he's… he's my student and he is precious to me."
"He's precious to me. That's what he said," Gaara continued. "Why would he say such a thing to a failure?"
Gaara speaking badly about Lee hurt. Lee was suffering so much and Gaara was offended that he was still alive. But I also felt bad. Gaara doesn't understand that it's because…
"Because Guy-Sensei loves Lee," I explained.
Gaara was taken aback, a rare occurrence. "Love?" the words echoed from his lips, escaping into the night air.
"But he isn't the shinobi's family or have any relationship to him."
I realized then that Gaara was like a child. He was asking questions that would have been obvious to anyone except a newborn or toddler.
"Love doesn't need a reason to exist. Newborn stars take millions of years to form, billons of tons of mass to make. Just like the endless stars that scatter the night star, it just exists," I explained.
It made me think of Leda. How we weren't family, only two different paths that bumped into each other. Her path was rocky, wild, white rapids. Mine flowed in deep meanders, trying to be in all directions at once. We flowed together through all its meanders and bumps. Her's abruptly stopped, permanently dammed. But, I loved every minute, good or bad, together.
I loved her. I love Leda.
"The people you love are the ones you are willing to risk your life for. They are your family, even if it isn't by blood," I finalized, smiling sadly.
Gaara was perplexed by my speech. "So his sensei was willing to risk his life for his pupil, despite his weakness?"
I nodded. "Because he loves his students and his students love him."
Gaara's eyes flickered up towards mine. He was so lost, so misunderstood, but dangerous. He only knew how to kill, that much was obvious. Has he ever loved anyone, I was too scared to ask.
The sounds of light murmur caught in my ear drums and my attention was drawn to across the market side to another tall building. Standing on the balcony was Gaara's Sensei, Baki, and Kabuto. They were too far away to hear their discussion and too far to read their lips.
"What are they doing?" I asked, bizarre by the act. What would two shinobi from different lands have to discuss this late at night?
"I don't know," Gaara said, watching the scene play out. Kabuto handed Baki-Sensei a scroll and parted ways.
His eyes were studious, light green. They glowed as brightly in real life as they did in my nightmares. I never had a chance to ask him, to prove I wasn't crazy and that he might have known me once upon a dream. This might be my last chance before the Finals.
"Gaara, I wanted to ask you—
"Well, well. Look at this. Don't you ever sleep?" called a voice from behind.
I jumped like a startled feline. My eyes dashed to its source, praying I was wrong. I recognized that voice.
"Why are you here? What do you want?" Gaara asked, carelessly.
There stood a slumped figure, hidden in the shade of the other fish statue.
"I was planning on attacking you while you slept. If I fight and defeat you now then I'm one step closer to who I really want to fight." He stepped into the moonlight. He looked the same, bandaged, hunched back, long sleeves. Except one thing. He had a look of ravenous vengeance.
"Sasuke," his voice hissed with excitement.
Dosu, he's still alive!
"Ho-How—" I was flabbergasted.
"How did I survive, you ask?" Dosu eyes sparkled, gaining excitement from my horror. "Let's just say those filthy beasts went… existent, along with everything else in the forest."
This couldn't be happening. Dosu died. I witnessed those primates pile upon him, tear him to shreds. This couldn't be real. I scooted myself away. Gaara gave me a questioning look, but I didn't care. I needed to get out of here.
"What's the matter, Quorra? Don't you miss me? Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you. In fact, I was going to find you after my rendezvous here. You two just made it a whole lot more convenient for me," Dosu chuckled.
I kept scooting backwards until the curvature of the fish statue jolted me to a stop, preventing me from falling.
"No…" I spoke, hysterical.
"What is it?" Gaara asked.
My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my skull.
I was petrified.
"He did it. He's the one. He killed Leda…" I jumbled the words out, barely at a whisper. Gaara heard me and stared sharply at Dosu.
"I already know all about your sand attacks." Dosu wasn't discouraged. "I wonder which one is faster; your sand or my sound." He displayed his sound instrument proudly, allowing it to glisten in the moonlight.
Everything became heightened. The cold wind on my skin, the pure joy from Dosu, the taunting rings of the chimes. I wanted to run, but I was frozen. Dead meat with a beating heart.
Gaara smirk manifested into a full-out grinning smile. His eyes widened, excited. He laughed, laughed, at Dosu's threat.
"Scared?" Dosu said, cocky. "You should be."
Gaara kept laughing. "When the moon is full…. When the moon is full… its blood boils."
Gaara's body contorted and morphed into something unnatural. Sand whizzed around him and a creature emerged. He roared with anger and grew ten feet and more. I was thankful he blocked out the moonlight and I couldn't see his true form from the shadows.
Dosu's attitude quickly diminished. He held his weapon preciously. He was in the line of sight where he could fully see Gaara.
"What… what in the world are you?" He cried just before an arm or tail or something shot out and grasped the Sound ninja. Before he could cry out for help, he was crushed. Blood violently exploded, spraying me head to toe of a guy I was petrified of killing me only seconds ago.
Gaara roared, a battle cry for more death, more blood. I slowly tried to back away but my hand swiped a pebble and it bounced down the rooftop; making little noise but all the noise in the world at once.
It caught the attention of Gaara as his head whipped towards me. That's when I saw it. I knew this wasn't the boy I was speaking to moments before about love and hurt.
This beast, his eyes. They were gold.
Before it could do anything, I quickly turned and hopped dangerously high off the roof, rolled and ran like I never ran in my life. Blood soaked and frightened, I couldn't speak. Couldn't scream to warn others that a creature was here and was going to kill us all.
I was so tired of this. These events happened one after the other. I was so lost and confused and didn't know what I was or where I came from. All the progress I did make, vanished. I didn't know anything anymore!
Out of the last ditch effort to figure out my life and what the fuck I was doing, I knocked on a door with my bloodied hand. I didn't realized I was doing it until the door creaked open.
"Quorra? What are you doing here so late? What happened?" Gachero-Sensei said, staring at me like he's seen a ghost. I might as well be one.
I tried to speak but I couldn't. I just shook. I shook and cried and prayed to all the stars that I could just get some answers. I need a reason to live.
Gachero-Sensei understood and didn't hesitate. "Please, come in." He opened the door and I entered.
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