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at a young age i encountered a child whos a few years older than me. Izana Kurokawa. i met him when i fell off of a tree Sora had banned me to go after a fight. i was a clumsy child, always getting scratches and bruises that brother had to forbid of me going out of the house. i always find a way though.
Izana was a terrifying guy -he would always shove the candy he has in his mouth in my mouth. it was disgusting. and that disgusting action became our tradition. after that, i met his older brother, Shinichiro was his name, i don't like his smell. it reminds me of father but, i grew accustomed of it.
i've hanged out with Shinichiro for a few years, a few wonderful years before he sadly passed away. murdered by a friend of his brother. he was kind, always helping me reach the blooms of the cherry blossom tree close to their house when he's sneaking me back home, letting me sit in his bike and pretend as though i was the one driving it. in those times, i met Keisuke when i saw him sitting in front of Shinichiro's residences waiting for someone, he was cute i thought, i mean he had . . . some cute little fangs. so he's okay, i guess?
of course, Sora found out that i had been escaping the house from being seen by one of his subordinates. for hell's sake he was running a mafia at his teenage years, what the fuck does he think a child should do? of course play and explore, not fucking play in the garden who's flowers were nearly withered from not being taken care of!
