ᴿᵉ:ゼロ 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒

S1 E0: Jiro Ren

-SUMMARY-

Long ago in the poorest section of Osaka, Japan. A fragile boy with perfectly glistened blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice tan tone of skin...lived in a broken home. His name was Jiro Katsuki Ren. 

Few would dare ask about how his life is going---because if someone actually cared then they would give a shit---and for good reason. Jiro was cursed to live in such a shallow world ever since birth. There was nothing---no one left to truly love him inside. 

Closing the gate to the kind heart he feels inside---The young boy couldn't handle---the pain---the abandonment---the misery---the mental torture---and---the depression. 

Little did others know where he came from, and how he was still alive. Surprisingly for him, the status and perks of living alone for most of your life can truly come with benefits...unless you've decided---maybe it isn't "right" to be left alone. Especially after---that day came.

Taking it back to the beginning, the life of Jiro Ren is tragic but at the end...Is he redeemable? Could he actually find someone to love him for once? If so, I hope this turns out to be a fantasy.

-END OF SUMMARY-

A couple years ago, during the time of his 12th birthday, Jiro is seen scrubbing the floors of his "household". Nothing happens by coincidence, is something he would proclaim. Accidents were meant to happen, but they don't come without cost. And sadly, his attempt to be redeemed will never be set in stone. But, now it is time---to reflect on the past.

Jiro's Viewpoint: The Earth (Monologue)

I don't believe an innocent child was born this way. To suffer. Because if these feeling are true, I can't bear to have them anymore. 

Definitely---if that person who's given you life resent their own child---Your Mother. Pitiful. She would say. A disgrace. She would reply. A mistake. She would agree. And do I agree with those statements?

No. Because I was sent on this Earth with a purpose but don't know what it is...yet.

While I scraped off the dirt that was on the floor, Mother decided to show up drunk again as usual. She's always been like this because---well, I've never actually met my father before. He left us once he learned about my identity, why would he leave his only son behind. Why?!

But, now that doesn't matter anymore to me...the idea of being cast off to the side like some pathetic pile of garbage, and figuring I was to learn someday those last 5 years...there is something worse than being forsaken at such a young age...and that is to be faced with the cruel perspective of Reality. 

Love is False, Life is Short, and Living is Pointless. 

Sooner the chance I was given to be free, the shackles of solitude held onto me since the aspects of reality seemed to give less than what I am owed. Why is this world such a pain? Why must I live in such arrogant world based on the powerful standing above the rests as the weak fight over their scraps...this isn't "right". What should I do? What can a child do against the world?

The answer----is----Nothing. He/she whom are powerless can't create and bend the will of reality. 

Something that took precious time to finally acknowledge. The world I know has became rotten, the people have shown their true colors of betrayal, and society has taken a blind eye from the mentally ill functioned. 

My---medications---the only thing left---restrains me from hurting others....Hysteria. That's what the doctor presumed my mental illness was. Sad enough, we couldn't afford to pay anymore...