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When Seishiro was a young child, he quickly became acquainted with the sound of silence. His parents who had him young had no plans to abandon their lifestyle of traveling the word with each other and so as soon as he was old enough to feed himself they begun leaving him alone for large periods of time. It's not as if they did not hold any love for him in their hearts, their statement to not die before them constantly ringing in his head, but regardless, as a young child, their nonexistence was at best confusing and worst horribly upsetting until he eventually came to accept the fact that they would never be around. Acceptance had settled deeply into his being.
However whenever these thoughts came to mind there was always without exception a concern that would come up. Now let it be known that Nagi Seishiro was never the type to dwell. When an issue would arise he would much rather pick up a game and move on or forget about it than keep thinking about it. Concern was too exhausting. But when asked about why he was okay with the nonexistence of his parents he… wasn’t exactly sure. And this wasn’t a thought he could push off as easily as he wanted.
Any time he would tell himself, "Well, whatever" he would feel uncomfortable. His hands would start to get clammy, and a small headache would build. Why had it happened? He remembered the loneliness and the silence that loomed over him every day so why did he suddenly become okay with it? Could it have possibly a change that occurred over time? Maybe. But often Seishiro thought back to his childhood. To those days when he often sat alone in the darkness of his home playing whatever game his parents had sent to him. Every day was the same. Wake, eat, school, home, eat sleep. Nothing ever changed. The silence always there. But, one day stood out in his memories.
He remembered the winter time. And walking through the cold wind. He had taken a wrong turn and had ended up in unfamiliar streets. With no phone or energy to speak to anyone around him, he continued to walk around hoping to find something he recognized but when the sun began to set and he had yet to see anything he decided to simply sit at a park and do nothing. He was unsure of what to do so he just sat on a bench he found and waited.
At the time, the wind had begun to pick up and the last remaining embers of heat from the descending sun were disappearing. That day he had forgotten his mittens and scarf as he often did and while normally the cold was never an issue, always walking back home as soon as it was time to leave, he regretted never carrying them.
Finally the sun set and he was consumed by darkness, still sitting on a bench that grew colder and colder, his only source of comfort was the street lamps and the stars in the sky. The park had been emptied long ago. That’s when he felt a small bit of wetness on his nose and was shocked out of his thoughts. Looking up and around him he came to a realization. It had begun to snow.
He was no stranger to snow, but he also wasn’t the type to want to play in it either. He disliked the overwhelming cold and the wetness that always permeated his clothing when it snowed. It made everything harder and when it snowed it was always darker.
The snow at that moment was nothing but a nuisance. He stood, his small feet crunching into the quickly piling snow fall and he walked forward from the bench, bringing his reddening fingertips to his face, slowing puffing warm breaths into his hands, a small respite from the biting sensations.
"Where am I" he wondered as he walked further and further into the park, more white trees beginning to surround him. So lost in thoughts he did not notice the crunching that followed him, seemingly having come from nowhere. The steps began far away until they were eventually right behind him, only then did Seishiro hear them, the loud snow alerting him to the presence behind him. He turned suddenly, the dim light from the few lights getting blocked by a tall figure.
Details of the man's visual he cannot remember nor does he want to but the image of the man's sinister smile, sharp teeth poking out from either side, have never been erased from Seishiro's mind. Not one to feel fear even as a child, he felt chills from the way the man smiled at him. Slowly beginning to back away the man's eyes followed him, a startling red never releasing Seishiro. The man's hand reached out at an inhuman speed and grabbed onto his neck, picking up his small body from the ground, all the air in his chest quickly leaving his body.
He remembers the fear that permeated his body. He remembers the cold which had moments earlier been his largest concern slowly leaving his body as adrenaline fought back.
"What a cute little boy" the man muttered. "I haven't eaten someone so young before but I am sure your blood while make a good treat" he laughed.
The man.. No, the vampire, Seishiro's mind realized, was going to kill him. He remembers his hands, which had been gripping on the man's freezing hands slowly loosening, falling to his side while his eyes shut clothes. He remembers hearing the sound of a mouth opening, the man's breath near his face. He remembers falling and then cold. His eyes shot open.
The head of the vampire fell to the ground, his dark blood which should have been warm falling onto him as Seishiro fell into the snow. A figure behind the man stood dressed in a no longer white kimono, becoming a bright red. The figure approached and again Seishiro's eyes shut closed.
He remembers a warm hand carding through his hair, a sensation he was unused to but yet he was wholly comfortable with, before picking him up and telling him that he would be alright.. Then his eyes opened, he was in bed, no blood, no soaked clothes. As if none of it had ever happened.
After that night Nagi Seishiro never again felt the same loneliness.