I look back at that moment when we first met with guilt at not knowing your story, I look at you and realise how futile it was to compare my past to yours.
I was a delinquent, I made people victims. You were the victim, you were a survivor and I will always hate my idiocy to compare my life to yours. I will always regret looking back at that moment when we could've talked and talked.
I found out that day when you strangled him, I found out how evil this world was. I figured out why he was so absent and I figured why you are the way you are.
Your eyes that were so dull must've been so full of life. Your seamless transition from docile to threatening so terrifying that it shook my foundations. The strength you use and the aura you emitted as you eyed our figures was suffocating.
"Will you tell me your story?" I asked him.
Looking into his eyes as I dropped my stoic facade and faced him with a timid demeanour.
"No, I don't want to anymore." He replied as he stood up.
I watched him head to the door and I couldn't move. It was only a month after Ayanokouji did what he did to my father. I didn't know, back then I didn't know how they were connected.
However, I knew how bad it was if he acted that way.
"Please stay and tell me." I spoke with a sad expression.
"No." He replied as he stepped out the door, leaving me alone in the dorm.
I wish I didn't brush you off, it was such a spur of the moment thing for me. I didn't take much notice to you back then and I paid the price for it. You faced hardships since then. When I thought I was going through it, you were going through something worse.
________________________________________"Tell me..." I looked down at his bloody face and held his collar. "Why are you after me?" I questioned him.
"Fuck you." He replied as he spat at me.
I drove my fist down and hit him onto his nose, my knuckles stained by the blood on his face.
"Do you think he will let you go?" He responded in a low tone as he spat out blood.
"Her father was left alive because I did something he never taught me. I granted him mercy, but do you think I have granted mercy to those he sent after me?" I squeezed his collar as he looked directly into my eyes.
"Once again you bastard." He spat as he held my arm. "Fuck you." He glared at me with a smirk.
I pulled my fist back and drove it directly into his eye, punching him repeatedly until his breathing slowed and his body which was flailing stayed still.
"He is not that man, he won't be able to detain me at all with his influence." I thought as I began the clean up.
_______________________________________Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, a man who is a jack of all trades, master of many and adaptable to all. He can try it, he will succeed. It's no fallacy to say that people worship him, he does have a cult; but he is surely not a god. He is a mere mortal and one that constantly reflects on that fact. He reminds himself of his ideals and how he isn't perfect, rather he is an idea of perfect.
"Don't try anymore..." He looked down. "Don't look anymore..." He kneeled down and clenched his fists. "I am nothing but a product..." He thought as he leaned his head down.
He was now in her room, the girl eyeing him with a solemn expression as he prostrated himself to her. For once, he was put in a position wheee power wasn't in his control.
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