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walking out of the hospital my foot repeatedly made a clucking sound every time I take another step to my destination. I wonder if it will be like that the day I get executed will it be a normal sunny day like now or a quiet night like last night and the nights before? reaching the door knob and opening the door catching the view of Gojo_san now I think I should call him Gojo sensei leaning against the wall with a normal yet permanent smile, eyes covered but it didn't help the feeling of being watched from every angle, looking me deep down beyond the skin and one by one tearing open every muscle of my being that was in his way till he reaches what he is looking for. maybe a normal teenager pinkette would be cautious, scared, worried, and taken back, the person that I should have been but truth be told this isn't my first time being on the receiving end of that much observation no that word won't do this person any justice, a prayer, yes that's much better.let me repeat my sentence again .this isn't my first time being a pray to the eyes of a prayer. a mouse in the eyes of a lab examiner an antique in a fair and people watching, whispering that what makes me espacial what is it that makes me worth being here am I even worthy, or is it just a stroke of simple luck that will run down before the end of the night.the mention of eyes and prayer was enough for my mind to give me a flashback of a very similar golden eye of another person but before I could stop the thought my tired mind and overflowing emotion betray me for a second resulting in a deeply buried memory of her resurfacing again.the first thing I felt was the ever-growing feeling of guilt, I didn't tell her about grandpa's death. I didn't tell her I'd been taken out of high school. I didn't tell her I'd been chosen as a host for a +1000-year-old parasite and the icing on the cake I didn't tell her that I can't make it for her 28 birthday. honestly speaking if words reach her I don't think there would be any Tokyo standing the moment her airplane reaches Tokyo land the destiny of Tokyo and all the living the child, the badger, the rich, the man, and the women will be the same. she always loved her poetic justice 'why must the rich breath while the poor die'. that was my thought then come to the second emotion uncertainly but seeing Gojo sensei I'm sure he will take care of her. then comes the third emotion, worried, for which one I don't know yet, for her or my sensei or maybe myself if she survived even if she forgives me which won't ever happen the other won't. they will hunt me down to the very end of earth itself for i broke the firs vow, i hurt the family ,thus become something they will revalish in its pain ,the traitor,' as much as she made her self unreachable and inhuman sensei will be able to stop her ' my worried mind wisphered to me than came the forth emotion reasuring my mind with facts . what a mere girl can do against him,the strongest,if what he said last night where to be taken seriously .trying as much as i can i still can't ignore the moment my chest hurt like my heart being reaped away from my body, all the air was sucked out of my lunge by the mere imagination of her loosing to Gojo sensei and dying by his hands then came the last emotion, the selfishness of my heart, deep down there was still this selfish part of me that wanted to run back to her apologize, screem and beg just for her to be like past , pay attention to me and act like the past year didn't happened for neither of us but than i remember all those pasts that i charished _and will do till my last breath _where all part of her excellent acting skills and really the same part whisper like a sweet temptation to me to don't care , to turn a blind eye , making excuses for myself to justifies her action ,her words, her regina of bloodshed and her lies but a bigger part of me the same part that swallowed the second finger now to save more innocent soul shout at me to not hide her action behind lies to be her end, to let myself be a mere meat of sacrifise.because if there is one thing that all my being agree on _mind, heart, and soul_ is she will run the moment she gets winds of my execution and she will be there to save me, to protect me, to shout at me for my ignorance and to punish me, to sluther every being unfortunate enough to be present at my execution but here's where I put my plan to manipulate her, being manipulative in this relationship for the first and last time. the same day I will tell sensei about her. will be the same day that I act as a chain of justice to take down two of the most inhuman being with me to the depth of hell one ruthless cruel king of curses the parasite in me and one the tyrant yet loved queen of mafia and underworld the unreachable.the true meaning of beauty, insanity, death, and my only reaming family, my older sister, I just needed to be silent till the day come for me to call her, to play the card right, the scared little brother in need of his hero sister, make myself a bait and the rest will be over before my mind catches up to the act I pulled, my lunge give out, my heart screams for me to protect her and for my eyes to see the same golden color as mine for the last time. in some twisted way, I hope I will be the last thing she saw, the same way that she will be the last person I saw, an end like the beginning, like how her eyes were the first thing I saw ages ago a forgotten memory by me but cherished by my sister .maybe with my last breath token from me than I will wake up and this all will be a dream. I will wake up at the same pink bed that used to be hers and she will be there caressing my hair, closing the closet open door for me, to shush the monster under my bed kiss the top of my head and sing the mockingbird lullyball with her angelic voice and telling me to not be scared of monsters luring in the shadows, that I will never be alone and she will always be there to face the monster for me, kiss my wound and worries away. yet all the time even in my childish years all I wanted where her attention and now here I am scared of the monster luring in my own shadow, alone, facing the whole world and you being the only person that left a gaping wound at my heart as cliche as it is, maybe on another world, another time and another reality in the midday of a spring sitting under the blossom of sakura we will be that siblings again . all this imagination and yet my hurt still hurt why would she break her promise. she the same biloner director that pride herself on her words break her ever first vow to me, left me alone, that was my last thought before the car pull over and my new and last chapter of life began in the Tokyo mountain.
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unbeknown to the Pinkett the said monster that loomed in his shadow grind .showing a wide smile with too many sharp teeth that were possible for any human being muscle to pull. because that was why he is not a human in any sense of the word from his four eyes, sharp claws like a nail, tattooed body, and other feature that was lost to him for now due to his lack of strength "for now" repeated the curse assuring himself that this host, this lack of strength, lack of fear in the other sorcerer's eyes, lack of respect for their GOD, lack of screams and beg for mercies which will never be gifted to their helpless cries are all temporary just for now. till he gained enough fingers to take permanent control and rebirth his glorious body he will wait and in main time rewatch every memory that he needed of the siblings. you may wonder what gained his sudden interest in reality interest is such a simple word that can't explain the variety of emotions he feels the moment the brat mentioned him, the king of curses, and the girl in one sentence. the moment the brat ate the second finger. he could feel so much more power, energy, and control not much over the body not yet but the mind, the emotion, and finally the memories .that was something worth laughing at which he did mock the six eyes user in his way, laughing at his foolishness with the only second control he gained. what followed was a roller costlier of emotions .offended for being mentioned in the same sentence as the unknown woman and the brat to equal them in his pathetic load thought like a horrifying regime of a GOD could be compared to a simple woman. calling for the brat memories with the new control watching them for the mere reason of being board .annoyense turning in the speed of light to anger, bloodlust, and the insanity that made every being crumble from a mile away and then what no one except a void some type of feeling that he can't quite put a finger on it the moment a memory of the sibling _or more accurate a memory of the brat resurfaced about her _was shown to him the void continues to grow the more he watched her and than turn to interest the moment he saw the weapon she was holding on her right hands truly surprising and the grin kept getting wider to a point it would hurt any human face muscle's. the more he watched ,the more he observe her . she talked and majority will tremble to her mare words and desire, her mare presence demad as much as admire and loyalty as fear the way she walked relax to normal people perspective but in height alert in a killer perspective not to mention the number of knifes and dagger the curse could see beyond those black jet three peace coat that hugs her body like a second skin .interest turn to curiosity, question without any form of answers , polluted his mind and all he hoped was maybe the next memory will answer some of them and the last feeling the moment he saw the latest memory ,the memory that separate the sibling, reveal her true color only for a blink of an eye_ because a woman as strong and as cunning as her would always have more colors to hide _and that was all the proof the brat needed for his imagination to break, to finally saw her as the being she is a ruler, a tyrant and those emotions finally clicked all turned to signal word ,want no need . need to see those cruel cold hazel eyes for himself rather than a second-handed memory, be in her mare present, see the way she attacks kills, and slathers.the obsession comes back to life after centuries of silence and the smile never leaves his face. oh, how he can't wait to see her touch those jet black hair and kiss the Pinkett tip, bite the flawless smooth rose skin of her throat and lick the metallic liquid from her butterfly tattooed throat while holding her tight in his lap messaging the frim tights and circle it with his thumb and worship her like the queen she is .there was this momentary thought of breaking her the void that he felt, now he can name it, that time he wanted a toy _the first time he saw her _he only saw beauty so why not break her, bring her to the line of sanity and throw her out the moment he becomes her air to breath like a used napkin but those thought turned, changed and reshaped the moment the curse saw the signs. ah yes, this beautiful creature was already broken. she broke herself. a burst of maniac laughter can be heard in all the domain corners "truly marvelous" were the words that echoed with the unending laughter. because yes he saw those signs before, she was weak, and then she wasn't simple as that . she broke herself into peace one by one and glued them back to get rid of the useless part and reshape herself into this marvelous creature. the inhuman he is eye fucking now_no humans can be this perfect but that's to be exempted no human can wild the weapon and live to see the next sunrise_and now all he needs is a way a solution to bring her to him .those pesky sibling emotions can be a used to him. all he needs to do is shown her how his little brother planed her downfall. and don't even start him with that the brat, the idiot clearly is as the same as the other human, he takes what he was gifted for granted, and he hates how they put an experience date on his nake while he's doing the same to his sister and have the balls to talk about proper death and an aching heart ." you don't deserve to have a heart" was the loud thought .but back to the plan at hand as annoying as those feelings are if he plays the card right those emotional warm hazel eyes and smile will only be his .all he needs is to take this brat hostage. this where the last visible thought in the air of his domain before the sound of memories could be heard again.
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"uh it's so naive of you to think you were ever left alone yu_chan " was the words that in some mysterious way no one heard before they interred the school gate .nor the ancient curse and not even the so-called the strongest one that pride himself in being able to see all that is to be seen .lips pulling apart and turning to a mocking smile the little scar on his lips stretching with it green orbs shining within the shadow while the unknown figure turns around and started to run to headquarter he only wish that sumi_san didn't forget to bring his promised souvenir, the Russian vodka, from her last business trip and began the story I only hoped you won't underestimate a woman promise of vengeance and her never seeking fire.