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"ah, what a beautiful day. the sun is shinning, the birds are chirping, bitches are crying and complaining.. truly a perfect day for sleepi-"
the doors burst open violently, making the girl jump in her place and look at the intruder...
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the world of the risen demons was always full of horrors. it was a world built with fear, violence, murder. one could never leave the house in the middle of the night peacefully, because danger was hiding behind every corner. it was a world run by criminal organisations. everything was controlled by them. governments, businesses... everything. and all of those criminal organisations fought against each other, trying to take others down and be on top. be the kings of the free world.
the world was in a never ending war. one would leave to do some grocery shopping, and return to their family in a coffin, because of a sudden shootout between two gangs. one could be going to pick up their child from school, and suddenly vanish, just because they looked at the wrong person in the wrong way. it was a nightmare, and people were used to it. that was the world they lived in and it was normal for them.
at least...that's how most of them lived. but there were some...who hated it. who wanted to change something. who wanted to grow old with their significant others, see their children grow up, create families...
kazenikura hotaru was one of those people. a young man, who had a loving wife and a newborn son. danger was always on his mind. he could never sleep at night, because the moment he closed his eyes, he could see the day his own family was taken away from him. he could see that painful memory, of opening the doors and greeting strangers, who broke the news to him that his parents and little sister got involved in a feud between two gangs. he grew up in an orphanage.
and as he started thriving, met the love of his life and had a child with her... a handsome baby boy by the name of higashikuni. everything was perfect...he had a stable job, a house that young adults his age could only dream of, a loving family...and even a second child on the way. a baby girl...
the man would lie in his bed, dreaming of the girl growing up, her first day at school, her first crush, her first boyfriend, graduation, university...a husband...he could see himself walking her down the isle. he loved daydreaming...
but nothing was perfect. and he couldn't escape from his constant worrying. especially, after the accident. well, people called it an accident, they were used to it. his wife's older brother, was killed in a feud. just like his parents were...just like so many other people...and as he stood in the funeral, trying to soothe his crying wife, and assure his little boy that everything will be alright, by squeezing his tiny hand in his, he couldn't help but drown in his dark thoughts. he couldn't help but imagine his own wife, son, or daughter...laying in the coffin in front of him.
that night...was the first time he smoked. as his wife and son were in bed, he found himself unable to sleep. so he took a stroll, bought himself a pack of cigarettes and sat in his own backyard, staring blankly at the dark sky. he knew, that the future he dreamt about occasionally, wasn't possible. he barely knows any people, who were lucky enough to not get tangled in the dangers of the world. and the kazenikura family seems to be carrying a curse.
