He sat there, completely still. He contemplated. He looked at all the blood on his hands. Strangely, he didn't feel guilt or sadness. He couldn't feel anything at all. He sighed and finally stood up, looking down at the corpses. It was then that he realized that his world had lost all its colour.
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Akutagawa shot up from his bed, his eyes wide open. He broke up in a cold sweat. That dream has been haunting him for years now. He looked around in a frantic search. Search for what? Exactly. He didn't know what he was looking for. He didn't know what he needed.
The boy shut his eyes and just laid back down on his bed. It had been 8 years since then. 8 years since he left the slums. 8 years since Dazai had picked him up and 8 years since the world lost its colour. Nobody knew of his anxiety, nobody knew what he was thinking. They all thought he was just the mafia's ruthless and numb rabid dog. Nobody knew who Akutagawa was.
Bzz.
The boy opened his eyes again, looking at his now lit phone. He grabbed it from the night stand and checked to see who sent him a message. It was from the port mafia, they had another job for him. They wanted him to,
Capture the weretiger.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
colour.//shin soukoku
Fiksi PenggemarWhat is colour? How can you describe it if you've only ever lived in a world of black and white? Akutagawa Ryuunosuke meets Atsushi Nakajima and they both introduce each other to the different colors of the world.
