"Bell, Rigel, come down for dinner!" their mom shouted as she set the table for the family, placing a plate at each seat.
"Coming!" both boys responded in unison, racing down the stairs to the dinner table, eager to see who would get there first.
Bell, red eyes and white eyes with his appearance resembling that of a rabbit, was just as quick and reached the table first, triumphant in their friendly competition.
"Haha, I won!" Bell exclaimed, a victorious grin on his face.
"That's not fair," Rigel, his younger brother, said, pouting in disappointment.
"Oh, my little bunnies," their mom said lovingly, rubbing both boys' hair. "Sit down and eat your dinner."
"Yes!" Rigel exclaimed, his pout completely gone as he sat down happily.
The sound of the front door opening interrupted their moment. "Honey, I'm home," their dad called out.
"Welcome home, dear," their mom replied, walking over to give him a passionate kiss on the lips.
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The family was content, filled with laughter and joy around the dinner table. It was everything Bell could ever dreamed of—a perfect family. The warmth of their home, the love they shared, and the simple pleasures of togetherness made Bell's heart swell with happiness.
After dinner, the family chatted and shared stories, their bonds growing stronger with each passing moment. Bell cherished every second, knowing he had the perfect family he could ever dreamed of.
As the evening drew to a close, everyone began preparing for bed. The boys brushed their teeth and changed into their pajamas. "Goodnight, Bell," Rigel said, climbing into his bed.
"Goodnight, Rigel," Bell replied with a smile.
Their mom came to tuck Rigel in, giving the boy a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Sleep tight, my little bunny," she whispered, turning off the light and closing the door softly.
Bell went downstairs to get glass of water and then made his way to his own room, but as he passed through the living room, he noticed the TV was on. The news anchor's serious tone caught his attention. "A serial killer has escaped from the local prison," the anchor reported.
Before Bell could process the information, his mom appeared and quickly turned off the TV. "It's late, Bell. Time for bed," she said, not paying much attention to the news.
Bell didn't say anything, sensing the urgency in his mom's voice. She gently but firmly guided him to his room. "Sweet dreams, my little bunny," she said, tucking him in and giving him a reassuring smile before closing the door.
He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of his perfect family soothe him into sleep.
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Bell was awoken by sounds coming from his brother's room. he got out of bed and made his way toward the noise. As he approached Rigel's room, he noticed the door was slightly ajar.
Bell walked cautiously and creaked the door open. His nose was filled with an iron-like smell, and as his eyes began to adjust to the darkness, they widened in horror at the sight before him. The lifeless bodies of his parents lay shielding his dead brother, it was gruesome scene. The cold air from a broken window filled the room, sending shivers down Bell's spine.
A figure stood there with a knife, a twisted smile on his face. The man looked at Bell and sneered, "Oh~, there's another one."
Bell fell to the ground, his heart racing. Frantically, he looked around and spotted a gun that the man had dropped. Desperately, Bell picked it up and pointed it at the intruder. The man just laughed sickeningly. "You won't shoot. Just put down the gun, and I'll give you a fast death."
Bell crawled backward, still pointing the gun at the man who was slowly approaching him. Cornered against the wall, Bell was terrified and shaking uncontrollably. Summoning all his courage, he pulled the trigger. The first shot hit the man's shoulder, causing him to bleed, but his smile only grew wider as he continued to advance.
Another shot echoed through the house, and then another…
And another!
And another!
And another!
And another!
And another!
And another!
And another!
The man collapsed to his knees, laughing menacingly, "Hahahahaha, damn you… you did have it in you to kill me."
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One last shot echoed through the house, and the man, now with a hole in his head, collapsed beside Bell.
The room fell silent, save for the distant wail of approaching sirens. Moments later, the police burst into the house and began their search. They hurried up the stairs and found Bell, his once pure white hair stained with blood. "Are you okay, son?" one of the officers asked, but his words fell on deaf ears.
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Bell sat in the police station, his expression blank and unresponsive to anyone who tried to speak to him.
"The Cranel family," the chief of police said, reading the report he had been given. "Jesus, his entire family was killed. No wonder he isn't talking," he muttered, feeling sick to his stomach as he looked at the gruesome photos and details in the report.
"Have you called his relatives?" he asked an officer.
"Yes, his grandpa is on his way," the officer replied.
A few minutes later, Bell's grandpa arrived, his face etched with worry and sorrow. He was led to the office where Bell sat. "Bell," he said softly, kneeling down to his grandson's level. "It's Grandpa. I'm here now."
Bell didn't respond, his eyes staring blankly ahead.
"Bell, I know this is so hard. I can't imagine what you're going through, but I'm here for you," his grandpa continued, his voice choked with emotion. "You don't have to go through this alone."
Bell's eyes flickered, but he still didn't speak.
"Bell, please, just say something. Anything," his grandpa pleaded, reaching out to touch his grandson's hand.
Suddenly, tears began to well up in Bell's eyes. His stoic facade cracked, and he started to sob uncontrollably. His grandpa pulled him into a tight hug, holding him close as Bell cried out all his emotions, the pain, the fear, the loss.
"It's okay, Bell. Let it out. I'm here for you," his grandpa whispered, tears streaming down his own face as he comforted his grandson. The two of them remained there, holding each other tightly, a small island of solace in the midst of their overwhelming grief.
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7 YEARS LATER
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Bell sat in the corner of his classroom, engrossed in reading his favorite hero story. It was the only thing he had to remind him of his family, a small piece of solace in a world that often felt too harsh and loud.
He was quiet almost all the time in school, never really talking or hanging out with any of his classmates. It wasn't that he didn't want to be friends with them; he simply never had the courage to talk to anyone. He also feared that if he ever got close to anyone, he would lose them as he had lost his family. So, if anyone ever approached him, he would never accept their invitation to join them.
The memory of his parents' and Rigel's faces still haunted him.
Throughout his years in school, Bell had faced bullying. Cruel words and taunts were thrown his way, but he never complained. He endured it all in silence, retreating further into his own world. The bullies took advantage of his quiet nature, thinking they could break him. But Bell was stronger than they realized. He carried the pain with him, using it as a shield to protect his fragile heart.
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"Bell," the teacher, Ms. J, called out.
Bell didn't respond, too focused on the adventures unfolding in the pages to realize he was being called.
"Bell," Ms. J repeated.
Her voice was more pronounced, but Bell still wasn't responding. The adventures of the hero in his book were too captivating.
"Bell," she called again, now with a hint of irritation. His classmates were staring at him, but Bell remained in his own little world of heroes. Bell's passion for hero stories had always given him an escape, a way to imagine a better world where he could be brave and strong like the characters he admired. A world where he had the power to protect people…
"BELL!" Ms. J's voice snapped Bell out of his reverie, and he stood up rapidly.
"Yes, Ms. J!" Bell said, looking at the teacher with wide eyes.
"Bell, can you answer the math question on the board?" Ms. J asked, her tone stern.
Bell looked at the board, panic setting in. He had been so absorbed in his book that he had no idea what the question was. "I… I'm sorry, Ms. J. I don't know," he stammered.
Ms. J sighed, her disappointment evident. "Bell, this is the third time this week. You need to focus on your studies and not read your hero books during class hours."
The classmates giggled and whispered among themselves. Ren, with his blue hair and yellow eyes, one of the popular students, snickered, "Guess he's only a hero in his books."
Bell felt his face flush with embarrassment. He sat back down in silence, retreating even further into himself. The laughter and whispers continued around him, but he tried to block them out, focusing on the pages of his book once more.
Bell had moved away from his old home and now lived with his grandpa, so no one knew about his past. To his classmates, he was just the quiet, bookish kid who never spoke up. But inside, he carried the weight of his memories, the pain of his loss, and the faint hope that one day he could find the courage to be more than just a silent observer of his own life, a hero.
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2 month later
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"Who's that?" the new kid asked as he watched the rabbit silently reading, waiting for the bus for their school trip.
"Just a talentless nobody," Itsuki said. Itsuki, with blonde hair, glasses, and blue eyes, was rich and the most talented in class.
"Just sit next to me on the bus, Owen," Itsuki instructed.
"Oh, okay," said Owen, following his instructions.
"Tsk, ignore Itsuki. Come, Bell, and sit with me," Yuji said. Yuji, with his red hair and green eyes, was the most friendly person in the class.
"Are you sure, Yuji?" Bell asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, it's fine," Yuji replied.
"Okay," Bell said, feeling a bit more at ease, yuji was the only person he really talked to since yuji didn't give up the first or the second or the third, fifth, six, or seven time he tried talking to bell .
The bus arrived, and every student from his class climbed in. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and chatter about the trip.
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"In breaking news, a tragic accident occurred today involving a school bus carrying students from the local high school. The bus veered off a bridge and plunged into the water below. Authorities have confirmed that there are no survivors. The entire student body on board, tragically lost their lives. Our thoughts and prayers go out to the families and the community affected by this devastating accident."
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Author notes
Tragic… really really tragic, actually cried a little bit while making the part with bell's family, the family the original bell always wanted and gone in just a instant, crying right now just thinking about it…
Some of you may know itsuki and ren, but for those who don't know, there from the anime named the rise of the shield hero. There going to act mostly the same as the anime but kinda different.
Yuji is from jjk, yuji is yuji, friendly. I have really big plans for yuji. (We need a good person like yuji)
Check out my other story's please
The chapter won't be set to be every week but I'll try to keep a constant updates on the stories.