someone to protect || tokyo revengers

my promise

They say when you meet the love of your life, life turns colorful. I don't know if I can say that's true, for when I met him I wasn't prepared for the blood and tears he would face me with.

He was the reason for the many scars tracing my skin. Even the ones you couldn't see on the surface. Because of him, I grew accustomed to the sight of guns and wounded bodies. I couldn't even count how many tears I shed in his name.

I hate him, for it's all his fault that I'll never love anyone as much as I loved him.

But he gave me everything.

Now I don't know if I'll ever see him again, but for him I would do it all over again. He kept our promise after all.

He was the person I was meant to protect.

This is the story of how I fell in love with Sano Manjiro.

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The sound of the heavy rain pounding against the metal slide rang in my ears, yet I was far too tired to make an attempt to cover them. My body had already gone cold after getting soaked in the cold droplets and I knew it wasn't much use to hide under that slide. My clothes were already soaked and heavy from the cold water.

Maybe I hid under that slide to hide from delinquents. That must've been it, as my mother would always warn me about those boys and their ways. She would say it was foolish to get involved with little crimes when you're young since you'll end up having even more problems when you're older. As if she didn't have problems of her own.

I didn't like her much. I would hide from her when I could.

After a short sigh I pulled my knees into my chest. With blurred vision from newly welling tears, I scanned the streets of Shibuya with a blank expression. What time could it have been? The roads were completely cleared of cars and pedestrians.

Without a doubt it was late at night. It was completely dark, all but one flickering streetlight. That night, it was even dark enough out that I could see the faintest outline of stars and the moon. Shibuya is a busy district, and I can't even recall the last time there was complete darkness in the city.

I would almost say it felt lonely.  

The only sign of company was the sight of a single crow.

Its black feathers were glossy from rainfall, and I watched as it quickly pecked at a garbage bag and picked up scraps with its long black beak. I never understood how something so beautiful and intelligent would thrive off of dirty scraps seen as garbage by others. The crow would continue to rummage through dirty, rotten food with only one thing in mind - survival. Otherwise, it had no purpose and nothing to live for.

I had more in common with that crow than I would've liked to.

Stuck in a lifeless cycle of days which were all the same, we lived off of scraps from others just to be frowned upon by the public. They would shake their heads at us in disapproval, but for them we were never enough to be cared for.

With a tilted head I watched as the crow took one final bite out of the torn garbage bag and flew off, flapping its wet wings as fast as it could to fly into the light of the city. Though we were similar, the crow had wings.

With wings, I would fly somewhere so far where no one could ever find me even if they tried. No one would ever hear from me again, and no one could hurt me again.

Maybe I had gotten unlucky with this life. I was weaker than those around me and no matter how many ways I tried to look at things, I couldn't seem to find the eagerness to live.