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The pounding rain washed over me as I stood before the grave of Father Fujimoto. The coldness of the rain seeping through my school uniform to my slowly numbing skin underneath, numbing my skin even further from the cold rain. I couldn't tell if the rain or my tears ran down my face from the countless hours of standing in the rain. I felt nothing as I continued to stand in front of the grave, the numbing pain of loneliness creeping over me. Why did they push me away? Just because I'm the son of Satan doesn't mean I'm a monster. I want to defeat Satan as much as they do. So why ignore and push me away for something I have no control over? I didn't want to be born this way-- as a monster. I want to be normal like everyone else. I want friends that would accept me for who I am….But those I thought I could trust hate me now.
“Why must I have to suffer this agony dad?” I cried, the anguish overcoming my words. Receiving no answer, I walk away from the grave feeling numb more so than before. It’s not like he was going to answer me anyways. He’s gone. Walking aimlessly my thoughts rushed over me with their loneliness.
Would they notice my absence in class? Or would they feel relieved instead? What if I left? Would they notice? Would they even care? Would they stop me only to continue to hate and ignore me? That thought lingered as I continue to walk for no particular reason or direction. Maybe I should leave. No doubt they would be happy with my disappearance. I can take Kuro with me. With that thought in mind, I ran back to the school. The energy of that thought pumping through my legs making me run faster.
Approaching the school, I took a shortcut to head straight for the dorm room I shared with Yukio. Barging into the room I noticed Kuro sleeping on my bed. Rin? What’s wrong? Kuro asked me sleepily, sitting on his hind legs watching me. Grabbing my bag, I started to fill it up with my clothes. “We're leaving right now Kuro,” I stated before stopping my actions. Does he even want to leave in the first place? “Kuro, do you want to come with me or do you want to stay here instead?” I questioned, my heart feeling heavy as I waited for his answer.
What kind of question is that? Letting out a breath I haven’t realized I've been holding I gave a small smile in response. Resuming on packing my clothes, I briefly glanced at the clock. Yukio should still be in class right now. If not, he should be heading to the cram school. Perfect, I won't have to worry about him coming back to the room. Finishing packing the remaining things, I slung it over my shoulder. “Come Kuro. Let’s go before anyone catches us,” I said, opening the door. Kuro jumped onto my other shoulder as I left the room without a backward glance.