It was 1992...
My name is Arihiko Ayato.. I am 9 years old going to a traditional Japanese elementary school. I am part Caucasian and part Japanese. I have no friends.
I sat down in the corner of the playground playing with the flowers and grass by myself. All the other students were playing hide and seek, tag.. red light, green light.. and I just sat by myself. I had no one.
As I picked out a dandelion a saw a student come up to me. I pretended to not see them thinking it was another bully but it wasn't. It was a person I could never forget.
"Arihiko right..?" The boy asked me.
"Y-yea.. that.. that's me." I struggled to respond with.
The boy then responded with, "Can I play with you?".
"W-what..? S-sure.." I quickly responded with.
"I'm Haruze Haze!" The little boy said to me.
He had dark black hair and dark black eyes.. he had a toy drum set on his back.
"Oh wait.. uhm.. you're bleeding Hiko. Need help?"
"What...? O-oh that.."
".. Here let me help!"
"HARUZE!" I shouted as I sprinted towards him. He still looked like the same boy from elementary school.
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Morioh. The town that ruined me.
Mystery / Thriller16 year old: Arihiko Ayato goes on a trip for his freshman year. He discovers many things about this small innocent town, Morioh. Little did he know that disasters would appear at every turn he took. Arrows..death...even a new strange ability. 🏃 it...
