𝕂𝕦𝕫𝕦𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕕𝕒 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 💴📞🔧🧰

ℙ𝕚𝕫𝕫𝕒🍕

Sorta Based in an animation I saw but with a twist.

After reading this you guys can probably tell that I'm running out of ideas.

Third person POV

Kazuichi took a seat in front of the camera that was held hazardously in his managers wrinkled and worn out hands.

His manager then reached to the back of the camera and pressed a button, later telling Kazuichi that it was recording.

The worker stalled for a bit before responding.

"Making pizza really does save my life."

As crappy and sad as it sounds, Kazuichi said those words straight from the heart. That's probably what made it sad.

Before signing up as a pizza worker, Kazuichi remembered being incredibly depressed to the point he refused to get up and went the entire day without getting himself something to eat. Even saying or think the word depressed made him cringe. That's how bad it was.

But ever since he started making pizza everything changed for him. His youthful memories of believing that life was meaningless left his mind and made him believe that his existence is now truly fulfilling.

Everyday after work he can change into comfortable clothes, look at himself in the mirror and think wow. I made thousands of pizzas for people who don't know or don't care about my existence.

After 24 hours, the food he created will be out of their system for good and they nor him will ever think of that pizza again.

But making pizza helped Kazuichi a lot. After a couple hours at home he can wake up and do the same thing over and over again. His dreams consist of making pizza's nonstop for faceless customers who never bothered to stop and ask how he was doing. Not that he would tell him how miserable his life has become, making pizza's for a living as an escape from both his mind and body but a kind gesture now and then would do him good. Just like making pizza.

Kazuichi cleared his throat.

"Making pizza is all I got, you can't take that away from me."

Another day, another thousand pizzas made subconsciously by his own weak, pathetic hands. It made Kazuichi laugh a bit, if and when he felt the urge to do so. His hands, which were no good other than fixing broken and mangled machinery for his father, brought temporary joy and feelings of satisfaction for many people. It almost made him smile, again, if and when he finally had the urge to do so.

Kazuichi really did believe that his only purpose in life was making pizza. I mean, why wouldn't he? All he does is make pizza, both physically and mentally. It got to the point where the repeated motions of cutting tomatoes and rolling pizza dough were implanted in his brain. It almost made him sick if he hasn't realized how much making pizza meant to him.

Until that day of course. Nothing ever stays the same forever, not even making pizza as Kazuichi had hoped. Everything was bound to change, Kazuichi would either get fired from his job or have to move to another place because his dad found him. So many possibilities just waiting to happen and there's nothing he can do because he's not sure when they're going to happen, Kazuichi just knows that they are.

A loud bang from outside made his body jolt, and he hated it. Kazuichi hated how his body reacted in ways that he couldn't control. He wanted to be in complete control of his body. That's probably why he doesn't drink, or have any friends.

Dangerous curiosity made him want to go through the backdoor and check out what was going on, even if he had repeatedly told himself it was just a raccoon.

Kazuichi held the cold metallic doorknob in his hands, turning it carefully and cringing at the loud and stretched out creaking it made.

Kazuichi peeked through the open area of the door only to witness a fight between a couple of guys, one small guy surrounded by other larger males.

Kazuichi sighed lightly, almost inaudible. He was used to seeing fights in the back alley way of their store, it's almost like that's what it was made for, so he had no reason to be feeling a strange urge of wanting to break it up.

How could he? Sure he had some muscles from fixing cars and what not, but that was back then, his arms are probably worn out and full of air now.

But he interfered, like the idiot he was. Stepping out he blandly told the men to step away or he'd have to call the cops, basic stuff. They hesitated before leaving, not without calling out some derogatory comments and names to the boy. Kazuichi's bloodshot, tired eyes creaked over to the injured person who kneeled next to him. The small guy in the middle, Kazuichi thought. He's more little than he seemed, despite not having any dignity or pride left, Kazuichi decided not to say that, since the kid looked like he was having a tough time already.

Kazuichi held his hand towards the victim, to which he declined it and stood up weakly on his own. Sure Kazuichi has clear intentions of wanting to help him up, but in reality, he just wanted to hold the boy's poorly bandaged hand.

It wasn't until they stood next to eachother face to face that Kazuichi turned red. He probably didn't take in the victim's beautiful features as he was on the floor, but Kazuichi still didn't feel prepared.

"Do you want me to help you get home?" Kazuichi blurted like and idiot. "Or call you a cab?"

The victim shook his head and began to stagger away from Kazuichi, presumably walking home.

Somehow, for some reason, Kazuichi felt as though he found another purpose in life.