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New country .... New people .... New environment ..... But my life still didn't change ..... Until I met him ....
Hugo's pov
I got up early in the morning since I have to go to my new school . I got myself ready even though I am just six years old . My parents always fight with each other over the smallest thing . Sometime the argument gets so much intense that They even start throwing hands . It's not like I care about it . Though I used to cry before , but now I am used to it . My elder sister made me breakfast . Even though she acts like she is stable , she is clearly affected by our parents behavior .
Make many friends ! These are the words I heard from my sister when she walked me to my new school . Friends huh ? That's impossible ! I always struggle to engage in a conversation .... Whenever someone talks to me , I can't help but judge them . That's why in my previous school in France , kids avoided me . Even teachers didn't want to communicate with me . I was always alone since birth .
I entered the classroom . The kids were playing . When they saw me , A new foreigner student . They rushed towards me . They started to ask my name and country . I simply avoided them . When I ignored them , they just simply looked at each other . Then they called me rude . I was used to this so I didn't care . The other kids started to avoid me . But there was one kid who didn't
He always used to look at me with his sparkling blue eyes especially whenever I read blank books . Yeah I read blank books , it helps me organize my thoughts . Reading blank books is one of the main reasons why kids and teachers avoided me . But I don't care . But that kid ..... His blue eyes were always glued to me . Not just his eyes , but his hair was blue too . He looked like a blueberry to be honest .
However one thing I noticed that this kid doesn't talk much to other kids . He mostly just sits alone in a corner playing with blocks . I wanted to ask him why he always stares at me whenever I read books . So I asked him one day
Hey kid ! Why do you always stare at me when I read books ?
Eh ? Are you talking to me ?
Is there anyone else here except you ? Now answer me the question .... Why you keep staring at me ?
It's just that .... I .... I see you reading empty books ..... So I thought you know magic .... Since you can read empty books .... I saw it on tv ! People who have magical powers can see through empty books !
I was speechless . I didn't know what to say . I thought that maybe this boy looked at him cause he found me weird or something . He actually thought I were a magician . Then that boy spoke
My name is Isagi Yoichi .... What's your name ? I always wanted to ask you your name but I thought you might not like me
Vivian Hugo .... Why did you think I won't like you ? You didn't know anything wrong .... Or did you ?
No ! No ! I am a good kid .... I always listen to my parents ....
I see ..... Even though I don't talk to my parents .... I have an elder sister who takes care of everything
You have a sister ! You are so lucky !
And you are lucky to have good parents .....
Will you be friends with me ?
..... But can you keep up with me ? I am mean I don't have any friends .... I am very weird in people's eyes .... Even teachers don't like me .... People might avoid you for befriending me ....
But why ? You are not weird .... You're so cool ! I always find you different from others .... I really like how you observe everything ...
.... Let's meet at the playground in the afternoon....
.... So does it mean you consider me as your friend ? Of course ! I will tell this to my parents .... They will definitely be happy that I got a friend
After that day , my life changed . My life that was filled with darkness was slowly being lightened up by him . We used to play football with each other . We used to go home together . I used to help him with his homework . We became really close to each other . Whenever he was absent in school I always got worried and went straight to his house to find the reason . He used to get sick many times . I used to pray to God for his recovery whenever he fell sick . I couldn't imagine a day without seeing him . He became like oxygen to me . I couldn't stay a single day without seeing a glimpse of him .
Whenever I see him talking to any other kid except me , laughing with someone else , I got frustrated and angry . Then I used to hurt them by putting thrones in their shoes . I myself didn't know why I felt like my heart is breaking apart whenever I see him with someone else . At first I felt bad for hurting others . But after some time , I didn't . After all Yoichi belongs to me , if someone else talks to him .... They deserve to get hurt . Only I can talk to him , Only I can touch him , Only l can play with him .... ONLY ME AND NO ONE ELSE
Years have passed . We were in highschool . My family had to move to France . But I didn't wanna live Yoichi . But Yoichi convinced me that whatever happens happens for a reason . So I went back to France
After going there , I became mentality devastated . Cause I wasn't used to spend a day without Yoichi . But somehow I managed it . It was painful but I had to endure .
I went back to Japan after a year . I came to know that Yoichi works in a cafe . I went to meet him that day with bouquet of roses . I finally gained the courage to express my true feelings to him . But when I went there , I was shocked
Yoichi was talking to a customer . The customer was smiling at him . Smiling at him ? Smiling at my Yoichi ? How dare he ? Then that guy grabs Yoichi's hand even though Yoichi doesn't seem to hate it . My grips tightens . My veins started to pop up .
How dare someone talk to my Yoichi ? No way ! No way ! I can't let someone else steal what's mine ..... I will kill them ! I WILL KILL THEM ALL !