Calmly I lay, my lungs fighting my conscience for a breath of air,
Calmly I lay, my mind losing consciousness.
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Mado Haruki stood by the sea. He had his favourite poet's poem in hand.
The piece of paper had sadness etched by ink, on paper; the sadness calling him.
The sadness he knew. As he looked at the glassy sea reflecting the moon, he hated what he saw: a slender thirty year old man, hair cut short due to his rank in society.
When he looked up, he saw a figure lurking in the darkness.
"Who goes by there?"
Silence followed. The figure crept closer, a smirk on its face. Eventually, Haruki realised that it was a man. Taller than him, muscular than him.
"I'm Kaito, you?"
Haruki only froze when he saw the stranger's face.
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The tide sweeps in
Short StoryTwo different personalities. One night. One risk. Will they take it? Akira Kaito is on the run from the Japanese Emperor. Mado Haruki is a pauper living a meaningless life. What will their encounter change in their character?
