Thoughts and Memories

Everyone present in the dining room quickly turned away in the hope of not looking at what was going to happen. The boy who was sitting to the left of Makira had a sharp face with a snake-like look, boring him with a look from behind, forcing him to sweat, bringing his face close to his ear, whispered: - "Shall we dance?"

Without waiting for an answer, he spoke again in his hissing voice: "Why am I asking you if you are constantly silent? Everyone thinks you're dumb, although I know for sure that you can cry.. very loud.." - taking his spoon in his hand, he scooped up the soup and stuffed it into his mouth, without chewing, he went to the next portion, simultaneously asking Makira: "Will you eat? Or will you just sit with your nose in your plate? You and I still have things to do."

-'Why now?! Why?! Why?!' - thinking how to avoid this guy, Makira raised his spoon with a hard grip and began to eat slowly under the close attention of the guy who did not look away from him for a second, forcing him to loudly swallow every spoonful of food.

As soon as the plate was empty, the younger boy got up from his seat and, ignoring him, quickly went to the counter for putting dirty dishes until he put his hand on his shoulder and said with a raspy voice: "Wait by the corridor if you don't want to...a lot of pain. "

Nodding in response and without saying a word, Makira quickly handed over all his dirty dishes and left the dining room, passing by the rooms, looking around and making sure that no one was there, he quickly ran to his room, he quickly wrote a note for Hiro, put it on his nightstand and flew out of the room.

Heading towards the long corridor leading to the toilet, he slowly opened the door, looking around, he noticed a place near the window where he quietly stood up closing his eyes.

After a while, the door to the corridor creaked open, in the doorway of which stood a boy with straight short hair and a snake-like gaze, gazing intently at Makira who was quietly standing against the wall, leaning against the wall, not paying attention to the presence of others, including a guy named Goro.

- "I see you've come...Well, I hope you brought what I asked you for last time?" - approaching the boy with spiky hair, gently stroking his cracked face, according to which it seems that one extra movement and the whole face will crumble to dust, he abruptly removed his hand and said: - "Tsk.. Such a fragile face, but I know.. I see your eyes.. You may seem pathetic to others, but there is nothing in you that could be called a person.. You're just a soulless doll that can be thrown away at any moment..And you will also be a disaster..."

Makira opened his eyes and without focusing on anything, slowly uttered every word completely interrupting the guy: - "Think.. as you want... Did you bring what I asked you for?"

- "Yes, yes.. I brought what you asked for, but did I bring the money with me? By the way, I also brought interesting information about your family, but in return we will dance with you, what do you think?." - Pulling out of his small backpack two metal kunai that were at least battered, but very sharp, a small sealed scroll was pulled out after him, which he slowly passed into his hands saying: - "It was difficult to get the information, apparently someone tried to keep it secret, even the head of the clan knows nothing about you.." - thinking to himself : - 'What a pity.. The boy is three years old, and smart beyond his years.. It's a pity he was born blind..'

Opening the scroll, Makira began to read the text, stopping at the last one, he closed his eyes for a while, as if thinking about something, rolled up the bundle and put it in his pocket, taking a small scroll with money from behind his back, handing it to Goro, who immediately hid it in his bag.

Taking the kunai in his hands, Makira gently stroked the blade on which his reflection was displayed, the boy on the blade was of unusual appearance, especially because of his dead eyes, he seemed like an ordinary living doll, shifting his gaze to Goro, who had already hidden his small backpack in the corner of the room and was standing in a fighting stance, asked: "Do you want to dance?"

"You know you're not my equal.. No one is immune from s-m-e-r-t-i.." - with a sadistic smile, Goro rushed towards the boy, swinging his kunai at his right shoulder.

Makira, who could hardly make out the silhouette in the room due to poor lighting, focusing his eyes as much as possible on Goro's movements, seeing that he was striking kunai in the shoulder, he abruptly moved towards kunai, forcing him into a daze for a split second, which made it possible to dodge the blow and strike his own.

Holding a kunai in his right hand, he sharply stuck it in the back, but at the last moment he dodged it and from a U-turn struck Makira in the face with his foot, forcing him to crash into the wall.

Due to a strong blow, a strong dizziness began, trying to get to his feet, but then a silhouette rushed to him, who with all his strength struck a knee in the stomach, forcing him to completely arch his back up, allowing the opponent to grab him by the hair and drive him into the floor, causing him to be covered with cracks.

"Just like I told you.. You're a sla-bak.." - moving away from the guy, Goro took his kunai and put it to his throat: - "See.. You're just trash.. No wonder your clan rejected you.. Your mother died because of you... The brothers who can't stand you, most likely have already forgotten about you.. A father who thinks you're a bastard.. Are you sure you want to still live? If I were you, I would have killed myself a long time ago... If it wasn't for your pathetic money, I wouldn't have tried to ask my master to find information for me.. But who knew that it was just abandoned cattle..will have money with him.."

Makira, who was trying to gather all his strength to stand on his feet, heard all the words that made him fall into despair, every word made his heart ache even more, feeling suffocation in his throat, he could not help but think to himself..: - 'Right.. Nobody needs me.. Even my brother.. who secretly hates me with all his heart..What's the point of living if.. '

With a lot of thoughts in his head, he slowly recalled the moment he spent with his brother and what he said to him before leaving.

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Half a year ago..

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- "Hiro.. Are you leaving?" - asked a little boy with short jet-black hair, sitting by a tree in his blue children's overalls, turning his head towards a tall teenager who hid his short sword in the scabbard and looked at the sunset, causing his hair to sway in different directions, completely framing his statuesque face..

"Baby, why don't you want me to leave?" Hiro asked his brother, who was staring at him with a blank stare.

"I'm safe with you.. If you leave... I'll have to go back to the orphanage.. Where I will be bullied again.. Why am I so weak?" Makira asked his brother, although he still did not know anything about the fact that the one standing in front of him is his own older brother..

- "Well..Desperation is a necessary ingredient for learning something or for creating something. After all, if you are under constant protection, who will protect you if I die, have you ever thought about it?" - gently stroking his pendant hanging on his wrist.

- "No! You're strong, very strong.. I know you can protect yourself... and me.. Makira said with complete confidence, looking at Hiro with a burning look, making him a little embarrassed.

- "Remember, Makira, no matter what happens, you should not give up, although, as my ancestor used to say - "There is no such thing as hope."Which is partly true, you should always go ahead.. Approaching the boy, he gently stroked his head and said: "It's time for me to leave.. So, don't miss me... and don't let others bully you.."