"Shoto! You're turning 5 today! Do you know what that means?"
A little peppermint haired boy turned to look at his older sister, her hands on her hips, giving the younger an opportunity to glance at the word tattooed on her right forearm.
'Old age.'
Everyone had 'old age' in his family, Natsuo, Fuyumi, Enji, and Rei. So Shoto didn't understand why this day was so important.
"No."
"Of course you do! Today you get your tattoo that tells you how you die! It's a very important occasion, and make sure you tell me or Natsuo IMMEDIATELY once you see it. Ok?" She instructed, placing her cold hand on his shoulder.
Shoto nodded, and went back to reading his book, not giving what she said much thought.
A few hours later, he grew curious and peaked at his left forearm. There, in big, bold, black letters he read,
'Happy.'
Confusion became evident on the 5-year-old's face as he tried to decipher what that could mean. Standing up, he made his way to his sister's room.
"Shoto? Is that you?" A voice asked after hearing 3 soft knocks.
"Yes, I has a question."
The door creaked open and the elder allowed her little brother into her plain room.
"Wait, before you ask, did you get your word?"
"Mhm, but I no understand.'
"You don't understand what?"
He presented his arm to the girl who's eyes widened in shock and horror.
"T-That's impossible...how are you meant to die happy? Wouldn't that mean..." Her eyes twitched as she glanced up at Shoto's monotone expression, her heart broke.
"You're not going to be happy until you die..." She muttered to no one in particular, but the other heard nonetheless.
"What do you mean Yumi? I'm happy." He said, she had no intention of looking at him, but against her better judgement she did. His eyes were dull, his lips were curled downwards, his facial expression betrayed his words and the girl almost burst into tears.
She shook head head sadly and pulled him into a tight embrace, him reciprocating despite being confused. He WAS happy, so why did she seem so distraught?
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Happy.
FanfictionEveryone knows how they're going to die. It's not a word floating atop their heads, and it's not a text message they last checked in 2015. It's a tattoo. Lots of people have words such as, "Alone." "Murdered." "Old age." "Accident." But who on eart...
