Chapter 3: Name

After realizing that he had truly traveled back in time by five years, Yohan made the decision to escape from his uncle's house as soon as possible. While most people would have sought revenge against those who made their lives miserable, Yohan knew that revenge wouldn't necessarily bring him happiness.

Despite hating his uncle's family more than anyone else for all they had done to him in the past, Yohan decided to focus on himself and finding true happiness this time around. He recognized that he was not smart or strong, nor did he have any connections with anyone who could help him get ahead in life.

Instead of wasting precious time seeking revenge and reliving old grudges, Yohan wanted to move forward and live a fulfilling life, one filled with joy, love and passion.

Yohan's eyes drifted towards his old phone, eager to check the train schedule and plan his escape from home. He wondered if his uncle had tapped this phone too in anticipation of him running away. Perhaps he should leave it behind and buy a new one after escaping.

"I need to get out of here and find some random city far away..."

But as he reached for the device, pain shot through his wrist causing him to grimace. His wrist was slightly sprained from hitting Yoh repeatedly with a bat without stopping.

While massaging his injured wrist gingerly, Yohan's fingers traced over an old scar on his skin - a painful reminder of when Yoh had inflicted harm upon him back when they were just 14 years old. The memories from that incident flooded back into his mind like a dam bursting its walls.

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"Since my scar can't disappear, you must have the same scar." Yoh had said coldly before driving a nail deeply into Yohan's wrist to create an identical wound.

Yohan could still hear Yoh's cold laugh ringing in his ears as he drove a nail deeply into his wrist, carving out a wound in the same position as his own. The pain was unbearable and Yohan cried out for him to stop, trying desperately to free himself from Yoh's grip.

"Why do you always do this to me?!" He screamed through tears of agony. "Why do I always have to have the same scars as you?"

"What do you think, Yohan? Why do you suppose my parents chose to raise an orphaned nobody like yourself? Did you truly believe that we would love and accept you as one of our own?"

Yoh's fingers grasped at Yohan's chin, his gaze scrutinizing the tear-streaked face before him. He released his grip with a cold smile and wiped his hand disdainfully on his trousers.

"You should be grateful that we both have very similar faces."

"You're nothing but a toy to me, a gift from my parents so that whatever happens to me, you have to bear it," he added callously.

"If you feel like life's unfair, blame your parents for dying so early and leaving you with our family."

He continued with a sneer, clearly relishing in the pain he was causing. Tears streamed down Yohan's face as his injured hand bled profusely.

Without another thought for the suffering figure writhing at his feet, Yoh took a call from one of his many friends - her girlish voice carried merrily through the receiver.

"Yohan, let's go hang out at the karaoke place!" she said excitedly.

Yoh glanced over at the injured boy before replying nonchalantly, "Okay, wait for me in half an hour."

He then made his way to the front yard without a care in the world, leaving behind a battered and bleeding Yohan.

Nobody knew was that there were two identical cousins with the same name - both named Yohan.

Because one of Yohan, his existence is only a sacrifice for the other Yohan.

No one in this world knows the existence of the other Yohan.

Not even until death.