Meaning of Freedom

Meaning of Freedom

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Where does identity begin and upbringing end? In a world where genetically-engineered werepeople make up 30% of the population yet remain deeply dehumanized, a young werehyena named Noburu Yuki was raised in the shadows of Tokyo. Born to a single mother, Hinata, his early life was a struggle against hunger and bullies, softened only by his mother's song - a mantra to "laugh when you're sad" - and his dreams of becoming a hero like the legendary Yasuke and the Blue Ranger. But the dream shattered at twelve when the Takahashi-kai yakuza came to collect. Attempting to defend his mother with a plastic katana, Noburu was instead abducted and coerced into the syndicate's service. Stripped of his name and forced behind a steel muzzle, the boy who wanted to be a hero was forged into "Kerakera" - a living weapon for the very monsters he once tried to fight. *This is written as part of a larger story; a fighting game project named "Willpower Theory," but can also be read stand-alone - it just has a slightly inconsistent voice, as some parts are written in Wiki-style paragraphs. Cover illustration: YuriMacob on deviantART CONTENT WARNINGS - Contains non-glorified themes of: yakuza (gangs), kidnapping, grooming, violence, predjudice/dehumanization, slight underage drinking, implied death.
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He held the gun against her temple. She pounded on his chest, fists flying. "You killed my father! You... you monster! I hate you!" He didn't flinch. After a moment, his patience snapped. "Enough!" he shouted. "No more words." "Yes... I killed your father. I did." "Stop screaming!"he barked. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "Now... it's time to get married. Let's go. The priest is waiting. We don't want to make him wait, do we... hmm?" She spat on his face. He just smirked. Licked the spit from his lips, rolling his tongue. "Mmm... tasty," he said, voice low. "You should've kissed me directly. No worries... we'll do it after our wedding." He leaned closer. "Do you want to see his dead body... hmm? One last look at your father?" She whispered, trembling, "Please... let me go." " You don't want to? Okay... let me throw his body away then." "No! I... I want to see him, please. He is my father !" "Good girl," he said, smirk still dark. "Now... come on. The priest is waiting." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸... 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "You're mine now," he whispered, like it was a promise... or a curse. Kidnapped. Trapped. Claimed. In a world where power means everything, she becomes the obsession of a man everyone fears, the devil himself. Escape was never an option. Falling for him? That was her biggest mistake.

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