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"Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart."
—Marcus Aurelius
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"Get outta here you piece of shit!!!"
Hanma harshlt closed the door behind him after hearing the angry roar coming from his father's lips. The tall delinquent was fortunately quick enough to close the door, because what followed after his figure is a bottle. The sound of it shattering behind the door caused Hanma to heave a sigh. Had he been a bit slow, he would've probably end up with glass shards at the back of his head and his body might directly go straight to the morgue.
"Fvcking retard." Hanma muttered, his eyes gleaming with hints of irritation and harsh anger as he walk away from home.
Oh wait...that doesn't sound right. Not once did he consider that place his home. He never considered that place his home, to begin with. He grew up in there, but at the age of eight he's already strolling around the streets, being involved in some messy street fights just to relieve his boredom— and now did he started to sink into the slow whirlpool of apathy because he won again and again without hardship, and to Hanma, it's starting to get irritating.
Extremely irritating.
Boring. It's getting boring.
Hanma Shuji walks around the dangerous side of Shibuya, where he knew people who formed their own biker gang pass by or mess around.
'Why's there no people here?' Hanma thought, frowning. He look around and spotted not a single gangster in sight, which means there's no available punching bag for him to use.
His irritation rise up further because of that.
As he entered a random alley that caught his eyes— well, not really because it was the first alley he saw— he finally saw some people, yet it was those types of guys he's been looking up to seeing.
It's a group of grown-ups playing around with some furry creature.
And when Hanma said 'playing around' it's not your normal 'playing around '.
"Meow! ...Meow!"
Hanma pause at the weak sound. It sounded like a kitten, meowing in pain and desperation.
It meowed once more, and somehow Hanma felt more annoying than usual after hearing it. He took a quick glance at the source and seeing these people playing around with a mere feline, something in his mind just clicked in. His sharp eyes falling in the group of sadistic people who shared the same thirst as him; Thirst of Violence. The only difference is, while these guys inflict pain on weak felines, Hanman Shuji likes inflicting pain to humans like him. And he especially loves doing that when he's in a bad mood.
