Our Story

Chapter 6: The Dream That I Had

"When will the rain stop?"

Underneath a bridge, I had turned this place into my secret hiding spot for a while now. Well I don't think it would be considered a secret since it is way too open.

But then again, there was no one else around here. No one even bothered to come. So I guess it is not as open as it looked like?

Well, logically speaking no one would want to go underneath a bridge.

It's because of this very reason is why I chose this spot as my secret place.

No one will bother me. The only visitors I got would be the animals that came by. Some may be wild but all of them are actually very tamed.

"...looks like no one would come because of the rain, huh?.."

As wild as the animals are, I had played lots of games with them. Ranging from tag to hide and seek and to just goofing around.

Ironically, they treated me better than how most humans treated me.

"...Daisuke should probably go back.."

As soon as the rain stopped, I ran back towards the place I had call home.

The orphanage.

"..Daisuke's back.."

Facing the woman in front of me, I tried my best to make my voice clear.

It has been like that ever since I lived here. Ever since I was born. My voice would be really low when I'm around people.

No matter how hard I tried to make it clear, it just didn't came out clear enough. I hope that this time it was clear, please?

"Daisuke Kokonose, why did you come home late young man?"

Ah, she heard me. Thank goodness.

The woman right in front of me is none other than Kushina. She is one of the caretaker of the orphanage that came here a year ago and she is in charge of me.

"..it was raining.."

"I thought I gave you- oh it was those kids doing wasn't it.... come on, let's go take a bath."

I weakly nodded to the woman in front of me. When I was about to walk home from school, I realised that the umbrella Kushina-san gave me was gone. Lo and behold, the umbrella was at the hands of some other kid that was also from the orphanage.

Yes, at this very orphanage that I had lived for my entire life, I was a target of bullying.

I didn't know when it started, but I had suddenly became a main target of bullying in and outside of the orphanage.

I could probably guess I had appeared before them as someone weak and pathetic. I was a person whose existence was nothing more than a nuisance.

...I could understand that. I was born with a weak body. Ever since I was I could remember, I had been hospitalised almost the entire time. I have high metabolism, thus I required twice the amount of food supplied in the orphanage. Seeing this, of course they would be annoyed of me.

I ate twice the amount of food they had and yet I still can't do much.

Weak. Useless. Troublesome. A pain. Pathetic.

Those words were always thrown to me and I don't really mind it though. In fact, I even thought that I really was what they said about me.

I was about to give up on life. I really did. But I couldn't. There was someone that believed in me.