On a certain summer night, a young boy, named Kakashi was laughing.
He was celebrating his birth, he had turned five years.
His parents, Lora and Lawrence, held a secret birthday for him.
Only their closes family and friends knew about it.
But a certain someone had seen something he disliked.
“If I can’t have it, then you can’t either.”
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Kakashi perspective:
I knew about pain and suffering all over the world.
I knew how hard it was for other people when despair happened to them, but I, myself never thought to myself whether that could ever happened.
Life is journey about many things: family, love, happiness, but, so as this things exist, we must also keep in mind of how much it huts when we lose them.
Humans are weak, we need about a year to start walking, the same for talking too.
We tend to have wait until the time is near before we start working, then solving the problem.
“I have my family! Huh!” Tears began streaming down my face.
And the person who did was a person who we considered a friend.
“I will kill him! I will make sure that man is buried. And to make that happen, I will train until my body decide to give up.”
“I will kill the man named Rushed!”
Before the murder:
It was a Thursday, around three in the afternoon.
That was my father asked me to go out with him.
“Son, since it’s your birthday. I am taking you to the super market to buy yourself things that you like, you know, as long as I can afford.”
“Yeah, yeah. Papa, I will go,” I said happily.
I was jumping around too, the reason for this particular excitement was because I and my father hadn’t spend more one on one time together.
“Alright, be ready around twenty minutes time,”
“Alright,” without missing a beat, I rushed into the room and wore my favorite clothes.
“I prefer the white shirt he gave me on last winter. That will also go while with the blue pants mom also bought for me!” I wore a bright smile on my face.
Then, I walked downstairs.
A warm sensation, someone had relaxed in chair.
In his hand, he held a cup filled with tea.
“Oh, Kakashi! How are you doing?” The man said as he also wore a sunny smile across his face.
Maybe I couldn’t see that well at that time.
But, that man forced the smile.
Everything that happened during that night had been pre-planed.
He had already made up his mind to kill them no matter the cost.
I cried.
“Kakashi, please forgive me for not attending your birthday fully.
But, please do not seek revenge.
No matter what you do, do not take that path.
Revenge will only throw you into the path of eternal suffering.
“Are you ready?” From the side of the door, my father walked in.
“Sir Rushed. What a present surprise!”
“I hope you do not mind.
After all, this is his fifth birthday.
He will be attending the big party meant to introduce the up coming generation.
“Yes, I guess he will be.” The banquet of Sira; a special event that happens every year, a banquet which every five year old must attend.
I am sure by now, you all have guessed what happened on that night.
Now that very misfortunate night, both my parents found themselves drowning in a pool of blood.
After the party the party ended, he stayed in one of the guess room my parents had prepared for guesses who couldn’t leave immediately.
He did use that opportunity to finish his long search for blood.
But, he miscalculated.
He hadn’t expected a power he didn’t know about to surge within me.
The “Star eyes” a long lost eye that only form in someone when they endure long mental pain and suffer a great lost.
He had forced those powers within me but, he had no idea.
Only I did, and I wanted it to stay that way.
He won’t expect it, but I promise that will be the last thing he will ever see.
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Home:
A year had had passed since I rebirth in this world happened.
The strangest thing is the absence of any misfortunes.
In many novels and animes I had watched while l living on earth, the person who reincarnates almost immediately encounters trouble in their first few days.
But for mine, it is not almost none-existence.
I used my little palm to traverse around the plain room I was placed in to sleep, though I tried to sleep, my consciousness just refused to relax.
“Well, I could learn more about this world I guess,” I murmured in my head.
Dad always read books at the dusk; when the light of the suns had almost completely vanished.
I tiptoed silently across the hall, I made sure to leave no mark, made no noise, and absolutely refuse to get curious, not even once.
Almost just as immediately, I had arrived the very small stand which held no more more fifty books on the first top and another fifty on the second down.
But form the books, one book caught my attention the most.
A well designed book that has almost no scratches on it.
It was also cover with tape, but only on the cover.
“Astral art and transcendency of power.” This was the name of the book.
The languages that existed in the world was similar to the ones of Japanese and English and spoken differently.
The only things that were similar were the alphabet of how words were written and the symbols that they represented in Japanese.
I entered the first page which like any another book had the title and the author’s name.
But, this book had no authors name only R.
K.
“…. Huh?”
Though I had a confused expression on my face, I opened the next page which gave me the first step.