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Post by Aoi Sora on Jun 25, 2016 14:43:21 GMT
Time has passed as the wind blew through the streets, hidden beneath the rags of a torn cloak one small boy makes his way through the districts streets of rukongai. The child made his way passed the stalls and the busy people unnoticed, as he was in a harsh sector that did not care for your age, they did not care what you wanted, the only thing that mattered was the strong survive and the week must stay out of the way. A big man bumped the small boy over as he scowled the boy lowering his hood more as the man enraged kicked him in the gut before scolding the boy for not watching where he was going. The man was the one who had not been looking, however most people walked out of the man's way as the boy crawled away in pain he finally found the box. He went inside and hid away from site as the weather began to change, it was at this time that it started to rain drip, drip, drip as the water slid down the ends of the cardboard box. It was a thick box, but even then leaks came as the boy waited wondering if anyone would notice him.
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Post by Aoi Sora on Jun 25, 2016 14:49:03 GMT
The wind blew as his weight held the cardboard box down, people walked passed under umbrella's while some men showed off and shouted that the rain could not harm them. The boy stayed inside his little box looking down with his big little eyes and his small nose. He began to pull his knees tightly against his small chest as he hugged himself tight, his small hands were getting cold as his cloak was too torn to cover everywhere, a shiver going down the back of the small boy's spine as he looked down, his dirty wet small tiny little feet.
A small boy lost in this busy sector that cared for no one, he was all alone with no one around as he wondered where everyone was. He did not know what it was like to have a warm loving family and had no idea whether he would ever meet her again. He watched her grow old from the day that he died he wondered the earth for close to one hundred years as a soul that refused to pass on to the next world. She died of old age filled with regret that left her hollow and soon she nearly made him hollow too in her final act.
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Post by Aoi Sora on Jun 25, 2016 14:55:43 GMT
He had only been there for around a year alone by himself, occasionally shinigami would pass by as he had learnt to avoid them after one man shouted that shinigami were garbage and was beheaded on the spot as everyone kept quiet. The rule was that the strong made the rules and the weak just follow and stay out of the way. He was almost completely lifeless as his sense of time had long since been broken as he looked up and began to wonder why he was even there to begin with as he went to hide around the other corner of the alley way. However he made a bad choice as three guys were busy enjoying themselves with a woman who felt uncomfortable and told them to take her somewhere free of little street rats as the guys glared at the small boy. They beat him up, kicking him and elbowing him. They through him against the walls and if he was not a spirit he probably would have died long time ago as they beat him in the gut until the one guy said they should leave since it was getting late. It was dark as the boy laid there in pain he wondered why he was alive.
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