"It's your fault" said a girl in her sailor uniform worn by a typical high schooler in modern Japan. "You listening this right?. You are a worthless piece of shit. It's your fault that she died. Hic...Hic...Why didn't you died instead of her. Hic... Aaaargh!" with that she pounced on the boy sitting on a wheelchair in front of her. The boy was kid around 8 years of age. He has bandages around his head, his right arm and both of his legs. Even though his mother died yesterday, he didn't shed a single drop of tear from his eyes. His indifferent face was a thing he considered a curse, since it had brought many pain in his life, this time too, was no different. Throwing him away from the wheelchair, the girl landed on top of him, sealing his movements and continuously throwing a barrage of punches on his face, pummeling the boy beneath her. "It's your fault. It's you who should die, bastard. Give my sister back. Give her back. Hic... Hic" screamed the girl while punching the boy constantly. While people in the room rushed to stop the girl from killing the boy, he spouted a mouth full of blood on her face, making her seem crying tears of blood. He looked at her face with bloodied eyes. "Aah! I wish she's gone forever" he thought to himself before losing consciousness.
Inside a dark room, where not a speck of light could enter, there lay a man in his mid 20's naked on the floor. A digital clock beside him shows it's half past five in the evening. The little light emitting from the digits of the clock seems to illuminate a little of its surrounding. This light reveal some features of this man's face. He had a clean shaved face while his hair is a mess. What set this man facial features apart was his jet back hair where not a single hair had turned grey. Small drops of water reflecting the light from the clock formed below the man's eyes. "That nightmare again. Why?" he spoke softly to himself. He woke up and sat there for sometime thinking of something while scratching his delicate parts . He looked at the clock "I'm way too late for work. I guess those sleeping pills are very powerful" said in an indifferent flat voice. After that everything went to silence in that dark room. The man stood up from the floor and and head straight to open the door. He did it so coolly, it makes one's think that he is accustomed to the darkness in his room. The light from the setting sun from a open window invaded into the room revealing its accessories that was hiding under the veil of darkness. It was indeed a typical room in a modern japanese home yet someone could hardly consider it as a room of a man in his mid 20s. Large sacks of trash stacked upon each other in every corner of the room. Beer bottles lying and rolling across the floor. Stacks of ancient unwashed plates of half eaten fast food lying at a corner. One could even smell dried piss from this room. But the man was indifferent, not a speck of discomfort on his face. He walked out of his room and headed straight for the door at the end of the corridor. It was a washroom. He went to the washbasin and took a handful of water and splashed it into his face, looking at the mirror in front of him. He gaze his body on the mirror. A frail body with dark brown scars scattered all around his body. "Disgusting" he utter only an single word and went straight out from the washroom leaving the tap half open with running water.
Thud! the man shut the door. He took out the identity card from the pocket and wore it around his neck. While walking briskly, he took it in his finger like a card and looked at it.
NAME: Souma Tanaka
FATHER: Late Kazuhiro Tanaka
Tokyo Research Institute of Medical and Human Anatomy
DEPARTMENT: Human Body Preservation Centre
OCCUPATION: Diener
YEARS OF WORK: 7
PHONE NO.: (184) *************
He took a brief moment to look, it's like he's reading the contents of it for the first time. "Ah! I never told them that I have changed my phone number" he said in a flat tone. He looked at his watch, 07:41. "I need to run, I don't wanna hear that fat dog of a manager barking at me all night" he said in a face that should have an expression of panic. While running for sometime, suddenly he felt cold chills run down through his spine. Ache! Ache! he grasped his chest, fell down on his knees, an infuriating amount of pain has embrace his heart. Everything around him seem to move slowly, so slowly it seem that the time itself has stopped. Even in this dire situation, he is still indifferent. He clenched his teeth, preparing himself to endure this pain. And then a pair of pale white legs suddenly appear in front of him. He looked up and to see whom this pale pairs of legs belonged. There stood a girl in a pale white frock with a rope hanging around her neck. Souma instantly recognize her. How could he forget someone who nearly disfigured his face. The blood running through his veins froze, terror-stricken, all his senses goes off. "Give her back you piece of shit. hic... hic.." the person in the pale white frock said in grief. She's glaring intently at Souma. Her eyes are full of disgust and rage. Now she's smirking, "You wished for me to disappear right? I did grant your wish didn't I. Now, I too wish for you to disappear. Go away you monster and don't come back ever. I never wanted a nephew like you". Suddenly, dazzling white light blinded Souma's eyes. Piercing the silhouette of the girl who disappeared just like that. A monster appeared right through it. Hoooooonk! The last thing Souma saw was the piercing light from the headlight of a truck. Bang! Thud! not too far away a pummeled body of a man smashed onto a trailer of another truck passing by. The body slowly drooped down from the trailer leaving behind a bloody trail of meat, bones and intestines hanging from the crushed trailer.
"BREAKING NEWS: A teenage girl named Rika Ueda found hanging herself at her apartment in Shinjuku district near Waseda subway station. Residents of the apartment claimed to have seen her coming back from her sister funeral. Some even tried to comfort her but she never responded to the ringing door bell at her apartment. Her relative include her nephew only. Apparently, the girl recently lost her sister in a fire. Police only found a suicide note at her apartment. It seems she heavily accuses her nephew for her condition."
The boy with his whole face bandaged sitting on a wheelchair listening to the news on the television. He's holding a piece of paper handed to him by the local police chief. The police chief, even though he was retiring next month, has quite a youthful face, his expressions were of pity. "Boy I am sorry for your loss. But stay strong, it will be all right. Dr. Yamada says your aunt was not in her right mind. She did it out of frustration. You can believe in the words of Yamada, he's a psychiatrist...". The boy never responded. He sat there like a dead mummy. "I have appointed a good childcare center for you. They will take care of you now. You're going to be okay. That being said we must take our leave, since we have much work to take care". The police chief with a smile on his face and leave hurriedly with his staff, leaving the boy alone behind, without looking back. It was a special day since, today his colleagues will be throwing a party for his retirement. He truly has much work to take care. Back at the gloomy home, the boy, holding the paper in his hand, tried to read it. It was hard to look but he shoved some bandages from his left eye with his free hand in order to read the note. It was his aunt's suicide note.
"I don't wish to live in a world without my sister. Since we lost our parents, she was my everything. I loved her. I only wished for her happiness. But that thing, that people call my nephew, took everything away from me. While I was away for my high school, he burnt everything down. My home, mother's shrine and my sister. I am damn sure, he killed her, that thing caused the fire. But nobody will believe me. Even if I pray to the God to kill that fiend, that thing still breathe the same air as me. So I am praying to the Devil by sacrificing my life. I pray that he must always suffer a gruesome death. I pray that he will suffer all his reincarnations a life full of pain, agony, anguish and cruelty. May the Devil use my life as he see fit by granting this requests of mine."
The wheelchair seem to shake, the body of the boy is shaking, bandages around his eyes becomes wet. All of a sudden, the wheelchair tilt over making the boy fall on the floor. Fortunately, the caretaker from the childcare center just come over. Seeing the boy laying on the cold floor, shaking and groaning, with the tattered and tilted wheelchair, he rushed to the boys side to help him sit on the crouch near the television. "Poor kid, I've checked his file at the center. Must have felt a shock about the news on the television" the caretaker thought while helping him sit on the crouch. No one have ever seen even a slightest bit of emotion on this boy's face, nobody even questioned how he felt because in this hasty world, no one has time to think about someone other than themselves. Today, it was really fortunate for the boy since his face was covered with bandages, otherwise, people would have seen a very wide smile and sparkling white teeth hanging on the boy's face.