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WORLD'S END (On Going)
Chapter 1
[Shiro]
'School is starting in an hour and I take more than that to get ready.' My name is Shiro Kamui and I'm a high school first year at Tokyo Academy, I live alone in my apartment. It's really not a problem for me especially since I'm not a big fan of socializing with people and I don't pretty much have anyone I can call a friend or even an acquaintance. My parents died when I was still five years old because I killed them, my aunt kept me from being arrested by framing my uncle who was her husband making him look like he killed my parents. To this day I don't understand why she did that but I'm not one to pry and since she pays for everything like my bills, my groceries and my other needs, I shouldn't ask. '07:30,' I said to myself as I looked at my wrist watch, locked the door and headed downstairs, 'Oh hello there young fella,' an old man who lives on the same floor as me greeted me with a warm smile, 'I see that you are late for school today. Would you like me to drive you there?' I looked at him with a cold look as if he was just another thing bothering me then I continued to exit the building.
'My my, that boy has issues.' I got outside and looked up at the scorching sun and wished that I would take the air conditioning from my apartment with me.
'07:45. Screw it I'm late,' I said to myself as I arrived at the bus stop. In my mind I was considering the fact that I might have missed the bus but yet I still sat there waiting for it. '08:10, maybe I should have accepted the lift from that old man.'
'Late again, my little nephew?' A voice came from in front of me, I raised my head to see my aunt in her black Suzuki Swift, 'Well what are you waiting for? Hop in already.' I entered the car and we took off. My aunts name is Candice Kamui, she is a thirty-two year old woman that looks like she's still in college, a pale white body any man would die for, lips as soft as a feather, a voice that is as sweet as a three year olds, silky smooth blonde hair that goes down to her knees, black eyes that seem to look into your soul, a strong perfume smell that would never go unnoticed by anyone and a seductive side that would make any man fall in love. She's the perfect demon if you ask me, 'Sorry I didn't wake you up this morning, I hope you're not mad at me,' she said as she put her left hand on my head. I kept quiet and faced forward, ignoring what she had just said, 'You've been so cold ever since you killed your parents. How long has it been again?' She looked at me as we stopped by the traffic lights.
'It's been twelve years,' I responded with a smile.
'Why did you do it anyways,' she asked me with a tone that sounded like a tease.
'How could I not,' I chuckled, 'they were beings that disgusted me and I decided to end them.' Those words made my aunt look at me with a proud smile then she continued driving. My parents were psychopaths that were arrested for various multiple homicidal murders but for some reason they got out of prison with no problem, after they got married they had me and my twin brother whom they put in foster care and kept me. Since I was born they would lose their minds and hit me as if I was nothing but a doll, I had a lot of hospital admissions since I was one years old. Growing up in pain and suffering caused by the same people who should protect me and love me ended up driving me mad and one night right after dinner I went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, hid it under my shirt and went to sit down, I already knew what would happen because every night after dinner they would come to me while I watched TV and start torturing me, but at that time my mind became more vigilant and I knew what I had to do. As they approached me I acted defense less as usual until they were in the proximity for me to stab them, I first stabbed my father in the throat then my mother tried to attack me but I launched myself from the sofa and stabbed both her eyes then stabbed her multiple times in the abdomen. Blood was all over the place, with two dead bodies on the ground. I felt no sense of fear or regret only an adrenaline rush that made me feel alive, I felt like what I just did was amazing. I wouldn't be surprised though, I am the son of two psychopaths. Ever since then I've been killing people for fun and my aunt is aware of it but never says anything. 'We're here,' she said as she parked her car, unfastened her seatbelt and we got out, as we entered the empty halls of the school she gave me a kiss on the lips and headed for the faculty office. I walked through the hall and entered my classroom, 'You're late you little runt! How many times-' the teacher was interrupted by the intercom announcement calling for him in the faculty office. {I swear I'll kill that bastard one day} I thought to myself as I made my way to the back of the class to take my seat in the right corner of the class ignoring everyone who was looking at me and started staring out the window.
Chapter 2
[Mei]
He's...
[Shiro]
'School is starting in an hour and I take more than that to get ready.' My name is Shiro Kamui and I'm a high school first year at Tokyo Academy, I live alone in my apartment. It's really not a problem for me especially since I'm not a big fan of socializing with people and I don't pretty much have anyone I can call a friend or even an acquaintance. My parents died when I was still five years old because I killed them, my aunt kept me from being arrested by framing my uncle who was her husband making him look like he killed my parents. To this day I don't understand why she did that but I'm not one to pry and since she pays for everything like my bills, my groceries and my other needs, I shouldn't ask. '07:30,' I said to myself as I looked at my wrist watch, locked the door and headed downstairs, 'Oh hello there young fella,' an old man who lives on the same floor as me greeted me with a warm smile, 'I see that you are late for school today. Would you like me to drive you there?' I looked at him with a cold look as if he was just another thing bothering me then I continued to exit the building.
'My my, that boy has issues.' I got outside and looked up at the scorching sun and wished that I would take the air conditioning from my apartment with me.
'07:45. Screw it I'm late,' I said to myself as I arrived at the bus stop. In my mind I was considering the fact that I might have missed the bus but yet I still sat there waiting for it. '08:10, maybe I should have accepted the lift from that old man.'
'Late again, my little nephew?' A voice came from in front of me, I raised my head to see my aunt in her black Suzuki Swift, 'Well what are you waiting for? Hop in already.' I entered the car and we took off. My aunts name is Candice Kamui, she is a thirty-two year old woman that looks like she's still in college, a pale white body any man would die for, lips as soft as a feather, a voice that is as sweet as a three year olds, silky smooth blonde hair that goes down to her knees, black eyes that seem to look into your soul, a strong perfume smell that would never go unnoticed by anyone and a seductive side that would make any man fall in love. She's the perfect demon if you ask me, 'Sorry I didn't wake you up this morning, I hope you're not mad at me,' she said as she put her left hand on my head. I kept quiet and faced forward, ignoring what she had just said, 'You've been so cold ever since you killed your parents. How long has it been again?' She looked at me as we stopped by the traffic lights.
'It's been twelve years,' I responded with a smile.
'Why did you do it anyways,' she asked me with a tone that sounded like a tease.
'How could I not,' I chuckled, 'they were beings that disgusted me and I decided to end them.' Those words made my aunt look at me with a proud smile then she continued driving. My parents were psychopaths that were arrested for various multiple homicidal murders but for some reason they got out of prison with no problem, after they got married they had me and my twin brother whom they put in foster care and kept me. Since I was born they would lose their minds and hit me as if I was nothing but a doll, I had a lot of hospital admissions since I was one years old. Growing up in pain and suffering caused by the same people who should protect me and love me ended up driving me mad and one night right after dinner I went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, hid it under my shirt and went to sit down, I already knew what would happen because every night after dinner they would come to me while I watched TV and start torturing me, but at that time my mind became more vigilant and I knew what I had to do. As they approached me I acted defense less as usual until they were in the proximity for me to stab them, I first stabbed my father in the throat then my mother tried to attack me but I launched myself from the sofa and stabbed both her eyes then stabbed her multiple times in the abdomen. Blood was all over the place, with two dead bodies on the ground. I felt no sense of fear or regret only an adrenaline rush that made me feel alive, I felt like what I just did was amazing. I wouldn't be surprised though, I am the son of two psychopaths. Ever since then I've been killing people for fun and my aunt is aware of it but never says anything. 'We're here,' she said as she parked her car, unfastened her seatbelt and we got out, as we entered the empty halls of the school she gave me a kiss on the lips and headed for the faculty office. I walked through the hall and entered my classroom, 'You're late you little runt! How many times-' the teacher was interrupted by the intercom announcement calling for him in the faculty office. {I swear I'll kill that bastard one day} I thought to myself as I made my way to the back of the class to take my seat in the right corner of the class ignoring everyone who was looking at me and started staring out the window.
Chapter 2
[Mei]
He's...
