Snow-white snowflakes...
A body lying on the ground...
Snow stained red all around...
"What am I going to do?! Help me! I don’t want to be a criminal!" he said, tears streaming down his indigo blue eyes. He was only 14... Just a small child, and now a murderer.
"Dad! Dad, where are you?! Mom called us for dinner!" It was the voice of a child in the distance. Fear filled his indigo blue eyes. Staggering, he hid behind a tree, the blood on his shoes leaving tracks in the snow.
"Dad?" A child approached, his white hair falling gracefully against his nape. The snowflakes that touched his snow-white skin melted instantly. The red streak in his hair made him look strikingly beautiful.
"DAD! WAKE UP!" the little boy screamed. He ran his tiny hands over the stab wound in his father's chest, tears streaming down his face.
"MOM! DAD WON'T WAKE UP!" he cried out in agony. Meanwhile, the child behind the tree was taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself.
In the end, not knowing what else to do, he threw the bloody knife toward the boy with the red streak and managed to escape. The boy with the red streak was struck in the back by the knife, collapsing onto his father’s cold body.
The last thing he saw before his eyes closed was a child with indigo blue hair...
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The sound of snow crunching under my feet grew louder as I ran. I was crying, and crying hard. I had just killed a father and his completely innocent son. But... were they dead?
I ran as fast as I could to Dottore and, still sobbing, I began yelling at him.
"IT'S YOUR FAULT! I KILLED THAT MAN BUT THERE WAS ALSO A CHILD MY AGE WITH HIM!"
"Whoa, calm down now. Weren't you the one who agreed?"
"I don’t want to be a murderer..." I cried, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Too late, Kuni, you already are. You destroyed that entire family's life. All because of your own selfish desire."
"I-I'm not selfish!"
"Yes, you are. You agreed to work with me so I would leave your mother alone. But do you know what? Your mother's in hell! I'VE ALREADY KILLED HER!"
The indigo blue-haired child froze in place. He neither continued to cry nor sob. He simply collapsed to his knees. He buried his trembling, bloody hands in the snow and clenched them tightly. Then he let out a scream of anguish.
"YOU PROMISED! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T KILL HER!"
"You shouldn't trust everyone." No sooner had he spoken than Dottore grabbed a knife. I tried to crawl away, but I was kicked in the stomach, leaving me stunned.
"Prepare to join your mother, Kuni."
I felt something sharp pierce my shoulder. My throat must have torn from my earlier screams because I couldn’t make a sound. I just collapsed. I could feel the knife in my shoulder slowly sliding downward, and then everything went black...
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I could hear the steady beeping of the heart monitor next to me. My mother’s sobbing... I could barely force my eyes open.
“Mom…?” a faint murmur escaped my lips. But my mother, Ningguang, must have heard me because she quickly turned her attention to me.
“My son?! How are you?! Who did this to you?! Tell me right now, we’ll press charges.”
“What do you mean by 'this'…?”
Then it hit me. I was stabbed... My father’s death—WHAT?!
“WHERE IS MY DAD?!”
“We lost him…” my mother said, breaking into more tears. I couldn’t stop myself from trembling. As I tried to bring my hands to my face, I couldn’t feel one of them. Panicking, I looked at my right arm. My hand was gone from the wrist down.
“W-What… M-MY HAND!? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HAND?! WHY ISN’T IT THERE, MOM SAY SOMETHING!”
“I-I found you…” my mother began, “I found you lying on top of your father… There was this strange man with blue shades over his eyes... He had cut off your hand! FORGIVE ME KAZUHA, I COULDN’T PROTECT YOU, FORGIVE YOUR MOTHER PLEASE I BEG YOU!” she cried as she collapsed beside my hospital bed. I looked at her for a long while... then as tears streamed down my face, I smiled.
“I forgive you, mom…”
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5 years later
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“What do you have against the Kaedeharas, Dottore?! I killed both the father and the son!”
“No. The son didn’t die. I JUST FOUND OUT. THEY’VE MOVED. YOU’RE GOING THERE, AND YOU WON’T RETURN UNTIL YOU’VE KILLED THAT BOY!”
“I understand…”
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I put on my prosthetic hand and wrapped it with a bandage. Even though it made me the target of mockery at school, I didn’t care. At least when it was wrapped, it looked like a normal hand from the outside.
As I entered school, I shoved my hand into my pocket and started walking towards my classroom. Suddenly, someone bumped into me, causing me to fall to the ground. When I looked up, what I saw was...
Someone with the same hair color as the person who killed my father and stabbed me
