The world hated him. There were reasons too, he did things he shouldn't had. He destroyed families, he killed peoples, hurted them, took their everything but it was nothing compared to what the world was like now. The throne of Kanto in hand of Giov...
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A WEEK LATER.
"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" He slowly read out the line of the book adjusting cold plastic air pods in his ears listening to the dark theme song looking out of the window of his apartment down the city again... He somehow kept the promise to Hina and watched the movie with her last week. For the most of the time their attention were on each other not the movie.. It was scaring that all of it would end for him one day... Would he be able to deal with it.. He recalled holding her while she cried not wanting him to ever leave her.. It destroyed him completely..
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"Haah.." He decided to ignore it.. He tried to forget about it looking at the lightning clouds covering up the sky as he sipped his cup of coffee turning his attention back to the book..
What did the line he was reading meant? From his perspective it was juliet wondering why Romeo was a Montague. Why not someone else she could love freely.. This line for some reason hitted close to his heart.. Why was he a aura user in past.. Couldn't it be something else? Anything else.. Maybe then...
His hand shivered down at a memory as the cup slipped from his grip.. His eyes looked at it falling down crashing on the floor breaking into pieces spilling all the coffee as he sighed.. He placed the book upside down on the table slowly standing up wearing his hood over his head placing his hands in pocket of his home wear tracksuit walking away from it.. He wondered why he wore same clothes during his childhood and changed it..
Ah.. Those four liked him when he dressed up teasing him.. He slowly gripped the fibre inside his pocket slipping his feets into the slippers walking away as his eyes locked on something.. He looked at the red trail that was spread around the floor, his wet clothes and bloodied bandaged, broken glasses, hundreds of other gruesome things..
"I better clean this up.." He leaned down toward the ground picking up his clothes walking toward the laundry basket throwing them into it.. He would leve it outside later.. His hand grabbed another pair of clothes throwing them into the basket sighing loudly.. His ears caught a faint sound of water dropping as he entered the washroom.. The sound of shower dripping slowly caught his attention.. He spinned the tap around turning it off grabbing the mop..
"Now where do i shove you up?" He asked to no one looking around as his eyes locked on the bathtub filled with clear water. Listening to his irrational side he shoved the mop into the bathtub and pulled it out walking out following the trail of blood wiping then away picking anything in the path.. Slowly he reached for the main area wiping the droplets of blood on the ground picking up the knives and placed them on the table..
"Empty?" He sniffled a bottle as a strong smell invaded his nose.. It was sweet in its own sense too as he placed the bottle filled with semi yellow liquid away on the table wiping around the room slowly among the sound of thunder and lighting in the room.. He slowly rose his head walking back into the washroom dripping the mop into the bathtub again turning it into a strange mix of brown and red pulling it back walking back ingit the room as he looked at the mirror covered with cloth..
