1 Alone[Private/invite only] Tue May 02, 2017 9:08 am
Tatsumii
D-rank
He rested there, the pale ghost seeking release. A million times he attempted suicide and was saved each time. The boy saw nothing in this world, no beauty, no relief, no haven, and no angels to save him. His hands were stained with the blood of those whom he loved. He wanted to live with them forever. He knew he was an adopted child. The family that took him in endured his mischief despite not being bound by blood. Their smiling faces haunt him, their laughs haunt him, and the worst feeling is his body remembers their embrace. The warmth of being held by a loving family. Tears formed in his eyes as the boy began scratching his chest with his bare hands tearing at his flesh as he scratched till blood escaped his flesh. His eyes looked at the ceiling of an empty room. He placed his hand on his cheek as his eyes remained locked on the ceiling of an empty apartment. Sharp eyes shifted their gaze as he turned his head to look at the door as a letter was stuck halfway between the door and its frame. Most likely rent, is it that time of the month? He thought to himself as he got up and headed to the sink washing his hands and splashing the cold water against the skin of his face as the cold of the water spat an electrified feeling across the boy's face. wiping his neck with the same cold water, the boy went to his closet and wore his usual hoodie. The boy headed to the door taking the letter as he opened it and his intuition was correct, it's rent. For once he'd love to receive a letter that was not rent.
Love? Such a trivial emotion. Only creates hatred, and tears the person apart as it slips away. Love breeds hatred. Hatred breeds revenge. Revenge breeds tragedy. Despite that, we still love. Why? Regardless, I will exact revenge against myself. I killed the ones that took me in, I deserve nothing less than death... I do not deserve the life I have.
The young boy checked his stash, where he kept his money, and as expected, it's empty. The boy left his house and hung out where he always did; the lake. The lake was always empty and it was as quiet as ever, it is why he preferred this place over others. The young boy would begin his job which is to gather materials such as gathering firewood, different types of plants, hunting fish and animals and selling them in the open market. For the longest time, Tatsumi had to provide for himself and thus, he had found this to be quite the useful trade. Gathering materials and food and selling them. He was known around the market as "Messy Money Boy." The nickname was due to him just crumbling his money together messily making a pile or a ball of messy money unorganized in his pocket. Pulling a Ryo bill proved to be a daunting task.
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