POV: Jdon Baruma
Growing up in the streets. Without any place to call home. Since my earliest memory of when I was around four or five years old, and I was at a noodle shop, and the old man who owned the place had given me a free meal, and he always has since, I've never stolen food because I didn't have to, but I've acquired many other things without the proper permission to have them. Once, when I turned fifteen a year ago, I got into a fight because I had stolen someone's snow boots. It was beginning to get really cold, and the last thing I wanted to do was freeze my feet. While fighting the grown man who owned the boots, out of the blue, my skin, bones, or maybe my whole body felt like it was chewable bubblegum. All the punches he threw at me felt pulled, or fake, like he was playing with me instead of actually furiously mad with me and had probably wanted to kill me. He'd punched me until he was exhausted, then I easily got away from him, keeping the snow boots... I was never scared to get hit again after that day, but instead of my skin turning gummy automatically like the first time I had to learn to activate the ability on command, I've gotten better each month, and month after month I can hold it longer and longer, present day I still live in the southern part of Kishi, the same old man that gave me my first full, free meal still gives me free meals whenever I need them, but luckily I found a job delivering food for one of the old man's good friends, so now I have a place to stay although it may not be much it's what I call home, and now one year later I can hold my body in my gummy skin form for about four hours, lately I've been waking up in the form so maybe I can hold it longer, nowadays I've let go of the search of the parents I've never met. I can't even remember one of their faces. All I have that might be from them are the six numbers on my left wrist, which I think is my birthday, "1-1-1872." The only family I have are just Koyome Danzi, the old man with the best noodles I've ever tasted; he's like a father; he always had my back; and his daughter T'nada, whom he says I'm going to marry one day, but I don't think she likes chubby guys like me; plus, her dad probably had an influence on her with food; and I can't cook, so that's another point I don't get on the score board. But besides all that, I've been thinking about people and how rare it is for someone to be like me. Are there others?
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Kingdoms Fall
ActionCreated by Gods some were raised in the wilderness one betrayed by his brother and they all must choose to stay humans or become god themselves all the while the vesh emperor wants to claim kishi and enslave its people but zokoso is the prince of ki...