I have only three memories of myself.
The first, a childhood memory, or some may call it, i was at the age of 8, surrounded by many children at the same age as me. (i seemed to be quite popular). I stood by a window wearing a kindergarten uniform, my head titlted at a thirty degree angle to the left as i wore a frown on my face while children chattered. "Shu! what happened during your trip to America?!" someone asked, and seemed to have not noticed. (or i ignored them).
Eventually, i answered their question. "My visa got rejected so I was sent back to Japan during the Immigration check." (Thank you Yoro, very cool.) they laughed awkwardly and some in confusion.
(fuck you wattpad, not cool. stop being a bitch my keyboard is already being an annoying bitch)
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Dead Man Walking
FanfictionShu aimlessly walks around Kyoto, trying to recall the memories he had lost and why he, a dead man, exists.
