Shortly after, I began to remember, I began to think. I used to be normal, with a normal life, before anyone knew what I was! Before I knew what I… -Am. I used to have friends, a family, and at least I wasn't ignored! She remembered, just what started all of this despair: The day the incident happen, she remembered that the, "Cursed Melodies," is what that day was called now, and for only one reason.
It happen two years ago, when I was just 12, and I didn't believe in things such as ghosts, or demons. When I was friends with no other than… Rin Okumura, we were best friends, to be exact. Hell- even I barely remember being friends with that thug, it's unbelievable, really like I just imagined being his friend. It was raining outside, so we had recess in our class that day. Rin and I were just horsin' around, and after awhile, it got… Rough. It went from playfully smacking each other, to actually fighting each other. He ended up kneeling my stomach, and hit my, 'Birth mark,' or my seal. He twisted his knee, and I howled in pain, grabbing Rin by the neck and throwing him, I burst into red flames, the mark of a demon. Rin got scared, and tried to run, but I grabbed him and punched him, he flew back to hit the whiteboard, and coughed up blood, he was unconscious I think. The kids that were still in our classroom, fled to the side I wasn't at, some were crying. But I still didn't know what happen- it just... Happen. Shiro Fujimoto- Rins dad, had to come and call me down, but everything after that was a blur, all I remember was throwing things at Shiro, and being told I threw Rin, and punched him so hard that my knuckles were bleeding, and that he had to go to the hospital, the faces of my classmates just showed I was a demon, and my teacher had fled the room.
Shiro told me that since Rin was a demon too, he was able to broke my seal, just by touching it, because our energies collided at that moment. After that Shiro basically forced me to promise that I wouldn't tell another living soul that Rin was too, a demon, and of course, I agreed. But 1 year later, people started to consider Rin a demon himself, because of the fact he acts so rebellious, and for a small kid he's rather small. Then one day Shiro died, and Rin had told me the next day that he too, was a demon, The, "Son of Satan," that is. That was the first time we had talked since the incident in 5th grade.
Suddenly, someone tried to open the door, and thumped me in the head. "Tch, oww…" I moaned in pain, rubbing the new knot that had formed on my head. I half jumped out of the way of the door, and stood up.
"Oh, it's just you, Kuro." My younger brother closed the door behind him, and locked it.
Throwing the books from school down on the closest desk towards him. Then he looked up to meet eyes with me, Hazel to Blue. I gave him an awkward smile, and was about to head to my room when he spoke again. "H-have you been crying, Kuro?" He pointed towards the wet spot on my uniform and walked closer to me, and once again we locked our eyes, Hazel to blue.
"Ehh, what gives you that-" Kazuchi walked up to me and grabbed my right hand with his, and he gave me a serious stare. "If you're not feeling good, or somethings the matter, you can tell me, as your sensei, and your younger brother, you should trust me with your problems!" It looked like he might take his turn crying, of course he wasn't good with situations like these, but at least he cares enough to tell me, right? I walked towards the couch and sat down, patting an empty space right by me. Kazuchi got the idea and sat down by me, getting comfy.
"It's just… Being a demon and all.. It's hard, no one wants to go around you, and they talk about you every chance they get… And Rin tries to pick a fight with me all the time. You're not a demon so you couldn't understand, but it's just hard on someone like me!" Kazuchi averted his eyes, he looked almost depressed, and I could sense that he thinks it's his fault that I'm a demon. "It's not your fault I'm this was, Kazuchi." I put my hand on his shoulder, and Kazuchi flashed a smile, but it quickly faded away. "That's not the only thing that's bothering you, is it?" I let out a sigh, and my eyes began to water up again, I really, really didn't want to think about it right now, but reluctantly, I told him what else was bothering me.
"Alright, you caught me.. hehe.. You know Ishimaru-kun?" Kazuchi gave me a nod, "Well today, we got into a small fight, no big deal, but things were said, and we parted, basically, I feel bad about what I-" "Tell him you're sorry." I choked at the words thrown at me, then, a nervous cough, "Excuse me, why should I be the one who tells him sorry!?" Kazuchi gave me the look he gave me in class today, "You should be the bigger, if you feel bad for what you did, or said to Ishimaru, you should be mature and say sorry, don't act like a 5 year old and wait for him to do it." Kazuchi got up, grabbed my hand and went to the door, next thing I know he opens it, and throws me straight out of my own apartment.
"You're not allowed back in this apartment until you go to Ishimaru's room and apologize to him, for whatever cause!" I heard Kazuchi chuckle on the other side of the door, as I began to pound at it, "You seriously can't kick me out of my own apartment, Kazuchi!" Then those who lived by us began to come outside and watch me, so I decided to just do as Kazuchi said, instead of embarrass myself in front of a bunch of strangers.