Mask
No.3- Kano Shuuya
"Ah, my most ugly heart. I hate, hate, hate it, so I can't help but sneer all the time."
Kano remembered that night. He remembered the noises coming from their house's tiny kitchen. He remembered the sound of the window shattering, and remembered the sound of the heavy footsteps that were coming towards the room where he and his mother hid. He remembered the burglar demanding his mother to hand over the key to the safe that held most of their valuables. He remembered running forward to grab the burglar as he flung his mother aside, then a sudden shadow moving over him, followed by a sickening sound. He remembered the red that spread from his mother's stomach and onto the floor. He remembered the glint of a blade coming towards him, then red. He remembered his mother wasn't here anymore.
Kano opened his eyes. This was his house, yet it wasn't his home. He had no home where his mother wasn't. It was strange, like being in a place that meant a lot to you, yet it was empty. Kano remembered. When he had woke up, he was in a hospital. It was white everywhere, from the bed sheet to the walls to the floor to the clothes he wore. The doctor came in and told him he was injured, but not badly. He handed Kano a mirror to look at himself. His face was pale, with plasters and bandages, but one thing shocked him. His eyes were red, the colour of blood. Kano immediately punched the mirror, shattering it. Red immediately enveloped his fist. The doctor quickly pulled Kano's hand away from the shattered bits of the mirror and bandaged it. Then, he walked out, leaving the door open behind him. Kano could hear him talking to someone outside. They were whispering, but they were loud, and the door was open. "That child…He is strange. When he was brought here, his clothes were stained with blood. But when we checked him, he only had minor injuries." "He has red eyes. It is strange, and it is also bad luck. He was found in the house, alone. There is no one to take care of him. He must be sent away. To an orphanage, perhaps." Kano lay back into the bed. Where was his mother? Probably dead, he thought. What was going to happen to him now? He had no father, no relatives, no family, not even a friend. He was alone. He felt his face-it was wet. His mother might have abused him, but it wasn't her fault, it was his! He should have been the one who died. It would be better for the world. And besides, she was the only mother he ever had, and he loved her. His eyes burned. His vision tinged with red. His head hurt, and he blacked out.
He didn't remember what happened after that that well. The doctor had told him he would be sent to an orphanage once he had healed. Kano couldn't care less—His mother was dead, anyway. At least, that was what Kano assumed. No one had spoke to him of his mother, and when he asked, they would look at him with questioning looks, and ask, "What mother? You were found alone." Eventually, he gave up and assumed what he had assumed. Kano knew he had gained powers. His eyes would switch colours randomly, and people would say he was doing things he was not. There was a voice in his head, telling him what he should do. Kano didn't know what it was.
On the day he was going to be sent to the orphanage, the doctor took Kano to his old house. The air was stale- There had not been anyone here for a week, or more. Everything in the house was the same as it had been before. He went to the room where it had happened. Not a trance of red on the floor. The doctor told Kano to pick up the things he wanted to bring along with him. Kano did as told. It was strange, being in a place that meant so much to you, yet in your heart it felt empty. He looked at the dark house he had lived in since he was a baby. Tears rushed to his eyes, but a voice in his head said, "Yes, you are weak. Cry. Use your power. Cover it up." Kano hated the voice in his head.
The doctor drove Kano to the orphanage. A lady welcomed Kano in, and showed him where to set down his things. She then showed Kano into a room with some children. Immediately he had spotted two children by the side, together. Their eyes, like his, were red. He started off towards them. He felt the mask he wore, the face with no expression or emotion whatsoever, crack and slip away. He walked up to the two children, who looked up at him with eyes the colour of blood. Before he even opened his mouth to introduce himself, he felt home.
Note: Arghhh im sorry for not updating. 1) I was busy. 2) I couldn't think of what to write for Kano, because he is an interesting character. Any reviews? Next will be the Mary chapter. If you have any ideas, please tell me by PM or review or by my tumblr (kirisako))! I'm also sorry that this chapter has plot holes, I didn't think it out straight. But you can fill in the plot holes yourself, I guess. ~