Wings Of Steel

Eighteen - Spade

FUKUOKA, JAPAN

The midnight hour is close at hand. Two more hours until I can say I'm officially eighteen. I do wonder how my sister feels about it.

She's the one obsessed with the Infinity Watchers. While me, I'm the one obsessed with the Angel Sentinels. I love the fact they protect so many animals- not humans.

If I were to be perfectly honest, I hate humanity. It's come a far way, and that's exactly why it's corrupted.

Ever since my sister and I were only little kids, we always impersonated or did skits of us being Infinity Watchers.

I'm done, I'm done, I'm done.

I don't want that life anymore. I want to live a perfectly normal one- even though I know I won't be able to. Unless there's that one person who would help the Infinity Watchers. I want to, but there's a bigger part of me that just..

Wants to run away.

My sister and I both evenly work out, but somehow I end up being the more scrawny one. I don't understand that concept, but I guess I just have to deal with that.

Around eleven pm, I woke up from bed, and went straight on to my phone.

Who doesn't now a days?

Anyway, here's something to get to know who I am. I'm gay- closeted, but my sister knows.

At least in America they allow same sex marriages. In Japan? Never. Despite so many people shipping gays and lesbians all over silly animes.

I get up from bed, then I went downstairs to eat a midnight snack. Our house is a little suburban one- the one you find everywhere. I see that my mom is gone, because it's already eleven at night. She probably left for work.

I check my sister's room, and she's already having a snack in her room, while watching different YouTube videos. I always question why she likes the publicity when you could live peacefully without anyone knowing who you are.

To be normal.

I want to be normal, but at the same time, I want to be an Angel Sentinel- and get into the Angel Sentinel drama. Saving animals, and sometimes humanity at that. I don't mind being that type of hero.

At the same time, I know it's a big reach, and I'd never make it. Not with this scrawny body. Not with my dense, smooth, brain. I bet Albert Einstein or Issac Newton has five hundred times more brain wrinkles than me.

I still want to be a hero in my own way. Possibly donating to charities is the best I could do, or sparing some change to some homeless people on the sidewalk.

I settled my body into a chair. I looked at my spoon, and saw my reflection. My black, wavy, but messy hair somewhat covered my eyes, and when I pulled my hair up, I saw my dark, red, eyes staring into my very own soul.

My face was clean, my skin still as pale as it was, and my heart beating. And with a smile on my face.