"Th-thank you, Mister!" the gas masked person on my back chirped.
I gave a grunt, "No problem." He's so fucking heavy for a small guy-!
The guy on my back was the source of the sobbing I heard. When I came across him, I felt rather guilty-the poor guy had broken his leg and I was thinking of abandoning him.
"Hey," I called out suddenly, making the man flinch slightly in surprise, "My name is Kain. May I have yours?"
"Clear!" the man had happily (as if he didn't have a broken leg), "Nice to meet you Kaeiin-san!"
I flinched at the mispronunciation of my name. My steps began to slow as a memory filled my vision for a moment....
{"Let's just call you "Kain" shall we? It'll make it better for the both of us."
"...Yes."}
"...I-it's just "Kain"," I corrected shakily as I resumed my trek to my house.
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Deviant
Teen FictionAU of DRAMAtical Murder I just wanted peace, you know. I mean, after living a majority of my youth in a tyrannical setting, I wanted to live out the rest of my 20's in the quiet woodlands. But that all changed when I decided to be nice and help tho...
