Kamiwaii wasn't sure why he felt so compelled to go in the particular direction, but it was strong.
So he took a different path.
In this Japanese-inspired fantasy, step into the extraordinary city of Meikuhiru-a place where the pursuit of success...
Kamiwaii Mashita could hear the air whistle as trains chugged along the steel tracks. Although his thoughts were riddled with misery, his expression was vague with content. Nearing the metro, he could see people making conversation in the distance while en route towards the transit center. Even though summer was at its peak, with nice rays and stewing heat—daring to touch his peanut skin—he was dressed in all black, sporting a hoodie over his "Duke" styled hair and fitted jeans.
Shaking the feeling of lostness and self hatred from his mind was something he was accustomed to.
It'll get better...
Kamiwaii had no clue what was next for him. The conversation he had prior with his mother lingered in his head on repeat. The argument was the very reason which caused him to fleet in a fit of rage from the one place that he was supposed to call home in the first place.
But where could he go?
He had no real companions to confide in, no role models to guide him, no family close by to seek refuge to. So with no where else to run, he headed back.
But suddenly, Kamiwaii was hit with a state of reverie. Hypnotic in a way, as if something was calling to him. Luring Kamiwaii away from his set destination.
He wasn't sure why he felt so compelled to go in the particular direction, but it was strong.
So he took a different path.
Kamiwaii walked along a wide gravel trail leading to what seemed like nowhere. However, far in the distance someone awaited him. Mugging and robbery was nothing new to Kamiwaii Mashita, so the thought of being a victim of something that he was usually the culprit of, was prominent.
The tall dark stranger deemed non-detrimental at first glance. Although he was unarmed, Kamiwaii considered the stranger insignificant enough to subdue him.
You can take him if you need to...
But in all actuality, there was no question that the sight of Kamiwaii was laughable to the stranger. He wasn't a frail boy, quite athletic in his build. But in all likelihood, he was an easy licking.
And there he was—
Nearing the stranger, Kamiwaii noticed the man's presence was alarming. Even though his senses spiked with concern and regret, Kamiwaii continued to remain calm.
"Fine day to take a long nice walk huh?" The stranger chuckled then took a step forward to walk along side Kamiwaii, friendly nudging him in the process.
The stranger's attire was proper and sleek. Wearing a tailored suit, a crisp pinstriped shirt and a red tie with slick black dress shoes, all was missing was the axe and black gloves.
Why would someone dressed so dapper be walking out here?
Kamiwaii hesitated. "......Yeah, I guess you can say that."
"Yeah..." The stranger chuckled. "It keeps me grounded."
Kamiwaii frowned. "Huh?"
"You know..." The stranger cleared his throat. "It's really taboo but, when you're in your head sometimes, you might think the only way to stop the mental pain, is by replacing it with physical pain. Makes you think that causing yourself pain could do the trick, but taking a good stroll might be the most healthiest solution, right?"
Kamiwaii's face scrunched with confusing.
"You—you like cut yourself or sum'?"
The stranger chuckled. "Oh yeah, I'll say most of us have done it before, right? Many has fallen victim. Though it's dangerous, it helps me in a way. Especially when you think about harming others."
Kamiwaii went quiet. He began reflecting on his own discovery of self harming and the way it affected him. He wasn't shy of harming others either. With fighting and all out brawls he would contribute to—Even sparking them majority of the time—you'd think the stranger would be more cautious of him, considering his reputation, than vice versa.
But he kept that to himself.
The stranger looked at his watch then back at Kamiwaii. "Kid, you know you shouldn't be walkin' on your own." He smiled and laughed, and patted Kamiwaii on the back. "How far are you from home?"
"Maybe 30 minutes."
The stranger proceeded to banter but as Kamiwaii glared upon his form, he noticed that the stranger's aura suddenly felt off. His frequency distorted quickly, Kamiwaii could see it in his image. It unraveling and glitching at the sight of him.
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Kamiwaii thought to himself...
I should've run right f*cking there, a—
In an instant, Kamiwaii fell unconscious.
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Kamiwaii Mashita could hear the air whistle as trains chugged along the steel tracks. Although his thoughts were riddled with panic, his expression was bruised and bloody. He could hear the rumbling of the ground as the train neared and the laughter of the stranger as if it was inside his head. He could feel the cold steel of the train tracks across his back.
Kamiwaii Mashita came to upon a train track.
His limbs were bounded by nylon rope, his body was limp and naked. He began to pray that God would come and save him from this nightmare. He at the top of his lungs for help, hoping someone could hear him or even see him.
But in the back of Kamiwaii's mind, he knew no one was coming.
The train was getting closer.
Kamiwaii was honestly surprised that the stranger battered him in such a way. Tears began to fall harder and harder down his face as he realized that he was gonna die this way.
The minutes became minuscule.
The stranger laughed maniacally as Kamiwaii's screams echoed across the field, only a mile away from the station.
Visible in sight, but unreachable to touch.
"Ask yourself this one question Kamiwaii Mashita, is you going down or up?"
Kamiwaii began to reflect on his life.
He thought about the children he could've had. The previous memories going way back to his own childhood. The dream he once had of purchasing diamonds for his mother and a Mercedes-Maybach for himself and passing it down to his brother. Recollecting on his troubled past surely came next. All of the times he didn't care about the outcome of his decisions, the things he's said, the things he's done, the times he has gotten caught, and the things he's gotten away with.
But he knew his time was finally up.
(A/N: AI generated image downloaded from freeflo.ai. Created by Jesus Castellon. If you find any grammatical errors pls don't hesitate to let me know.)
