Into The Rose Garden (Seidou x Kanae/Karren)

Bonus Chapter #4 - Side Stories

So here we have the side stories of side characters, and this isn't a required chapter to read for the plot, it's just to kinda add something to side characters and one protagonist. Characters I think needed more depth, or didn't get enough attention...or perhaps I just wanted to add something interesting for them. I'll try to make these quick, because let's face it...the actual story is getting long enough! These are canon within this story, but aren't needed within the plotlines. But considering a certain character marked is one of the main cast, this is just to add on something and more stuff will be done. This will also be a lengthy chapter, sorry about that. But if you don't care too much about a character, you can just move ahead.

These characters will be: Matsumea, Nanaki Hotoshi, Houji, Kanou, Seiki & Michie, Denku Ikari, Karren, and...Rocky and Donut? 

Warning: There will be themes of violence, mental issues, sexual abuse and trauma, and other forms of trauma and abuse such as physical and emotional. Also, strong themes of child abuse. There will also be the affects of loss and grief. Read with caution.

So enjoy!

Akihiro Kanou: "Interest"

My life was always complicated, more than many would assume. I have spent my life, fascinated by people, in a time where I cared just because I was able to. I had friends I used to care about, I had ideas I felt attached to emotionally, I had hobbies I actually enjoyed. But now, after that day the dearest thing to me was finally gone...those other important things for me, at the time, left my body and joined my late mother. It wasn't even before long that this change happened, no...it was just taken at that very moment I saw her lifeless body. A part of me feels...damaged. Whatever feelings I have, it's never enough to feel enough. My right as a normal human left like I was nothing to stay for. I'm not even mad, just somewhat disappointed. 

I tried to remain with older relationships, my friends from high school, my colleagues as I worked through my medical training program, and even my own father. I wasn't even there, I was just...not. As hard as that is for most to grasp, I've learned over time to come to terms with this. This was a new me, and knowing I couldn't fight this change, my efforts just went into understanding and just to go with it.

At least I had one more thing to do with my life, I had to find out...how I could fix an invisible problem within this world. It was there, I knew it was there. I remember waking up one day, around the beginning of my college years... I woke up, feeling trapped. Not just me within the situation or anything dramatic like that, but it felt as if it wasn't just me...it was the whole world that was trapped! At the time, I thought it was me being overdramatic, I must have been going insane. But at that moment, I wanted to find out if I was truly going crazy. I had to find out whether it was me becoming troubled, or if the world really was trapped within something. I didn't even know where to start looking, where could I have started? I didn't have the answers from the start, how could I? I was still a growing male, I was like...eighteen or nineteen that day! I sat within my desk, inside the room I was staying at that time. Mindlessly pulling drawers, seeing the already unorganized mess I have made myself there, and I had JUST moved in. What else was there to do, living as me?

But seeing all of those papers, it gave me some recollection on past memories. I felt myself jolt, as I got up and rushed over to the nightstand right by my bed. There, I kept the only object that held value to me; Mother's letter. I can't believe I hadn't opened it before that moment, I guess maybe, back then...a small part of me found too much value in it. Holding it to my chest, I felt a hint of the warmness she had around me. As off as it was, for my condition, it was the closest thing I had back in those days, where I could actually feel something remotely close to joy and security. My chest felt warm, my hands shook, I was both stunned and ecstatic to actually open it. Before I could though, my roommate knocked.