The Day It Began

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  I nod to Zabuza looking back to the boy. That's the boy we seen a couple years ago. Before we met Gato, we're much older now. His eyes... their still the same. He really has a staring  problem tho. He coughs spitting up blood.

  "Zabuza, what's wrong with him?"

  "He has osteoporosis."

  I nod as he lays sick throwing up blood.

  "Where are my herbs?" I say sitting on a chair beside him. 

  "It's alright, I got this. He's not going to die, he'll be better in no time," says a girl with pink hair. 

  "I see." I look back to him, he better be.

  I can't see a man who had those eyes, those eyes I've dreamt for years... Die. The loneliness, the pain inside them.


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