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Finally, I'm decided... I 'll try to finish this story.. hihi..
I never thought that I would still update this but then... I thought that I should eventually go on with the story...hihi..,
anyweiz...this is rather a short chapter but I still hope you like it... tnx for reading and please... review!!
tnx!!
Chapter 5:
"True identity succumbs to vengeance,
Vengeance, rooted from the past…"
Slumped in his bed, Natsume continued staring at the clock. He was fully aware that it was time to go to class. But Natsume, being Natsume obviously wouldn't set out to that damned classroom of his with those irritating girls swooning over him.
Fuck them all.
But the truth is, he was actually torn between drooping in his room all day and facing the horrors of being Natsume and proceed to that ill-fated classroom of his because ironically, that damned place was where he could find something or rather someone that is capable of comforting his soul.
To begin with, he didn't even consider entering this execrable academy full of bastards and people he least wanted to deal with. If it wasn't for his sister, he would've chose to escape this horrendous place and live a peaceful and serene life. But it seems like fate never wanted him to live the kind of life he yearned for.
He closed his eyes as he tried to recall the kind of life he lived. The atrocious life he lived since he was a child.
He was five then, but he isn't the typical type of boy who you would expect to play all day till sun down. Nope he wasn't. He was the boy, who was fully aware at a very young age of the dangers that lurked in the world he lived in and he was trained how to deal with these.
Since then, he was already trained to kill. Kill anyone who interfered. And this is when he had his very first mission, when he was five, the very first mission that never failed to hunt his dreams up to the present.
It was so dreadful. The sight of the blood stains on his shirt and the smell of metal on his hands. He stared at the reflection on the knife he held, and what he saw was a face he didn't know, someone he turned into.
And by now, he had forgotten what it looked like and he never wished to see it again.
He stood from his slumped position as he tried to shove away all of his thoughts. He exited his room as he proceeded to the place where he can find some tranquility.
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She briskly walked through the hallways and pass everyone who eyed her incredulously. One thing was clearly going on through her mind.
I must… KILL HIM…
Her eyes clearly showed no emotions, blunt and impassive. She heard them call her name but it didn't matter. She didn't care. If they'd known her reasons they would never understand and they would just walk away from her. Abandon her. Forsake her.
She continued walking relentlessly neglecting everyone around. Until someone grabbed her wrist, she tried to jerk away from the steady grip that held her. Until she faced him.
Brown clashed with crimson. And amidst the whispers, a faint voice was heard.
"Natsume…"
And then, she remembered.
Her true self, her true identity.
I'm sorry if there's no conversations in this chapter it's more of narrative and if it's way too short... anyweiz.. . please review...tnx for reading... XD