Flashback.

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I was Eight years old.

I never knew what was wrong and what was right.

It was a mission.

A mission to kill.

Not to steal.

Not to Torture.

Not to Rob.

Not to draw attention.

But to kill.

I remember going to a high school. I remember walking past people. I remember them leaning down and asking, "Are you okay?" . "Yes" . "Do you need help?" ."No". "Are you lost?". "No". "Are you someones younger sibling?". "Yes". 

Of corse i had to sound like i was telling the truth.

My goal was to kill a female that always ate lunch on the school roof.

A beautiful female.

I remember treading up the stairs, looking behind me every second, to make sure i wasn't being followed.

I remember finally getting to the top, and opening the door to the roof, I remember looking around to see a railing. The railing looked out on a beautiful view, I walked over to it to see a better view, until something fuzzy rubbed against my leg.

I turned around and saw a black cat rubbing against me, purring.

I blushed and looked down, that was until a beautiful teenager came along.

She leant down in front of me and spoke.

"Isn't that a cute cat, You can keep it if you want. I feed it up here everyday, i'm surprised no one has noticed it".  She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and genuinely smiled.

I looked at her and blushed even more. 

"A-arigato, u-um.." I stuttered, looking for a name to call her.

"Please, call me Yuno-chan". She smiled once more and stood up.

"Arigato, Yuno-chan". I remember my lips curling up into a happy smile.

I picked up the purring cat.

"I hope you enjoy your time wi-" 

She was cut off... by my mother killing her.

How did she..

How?


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