Cliche

"I hate winter." A young teen around 15 or so years old said to herself while rushing home in the snow. due to it being winter, the hours were shorter. the sun was setting and it was already getting late. as she ran past a park,

As she looked towards the park, she was startled to see someone sitting on a swing, bandaging an injury. she quickly recognized who this person why, it was none other than the guy she beat up later today at school... but thinking back to that fight, he didn't fight back. for someone who was the big bully in the school, she was weird.

Seeing he was injured and wearing light clothing while it was snowing, she sighed softly before going over. it's not like he was the wrong person, the only reason they even fought was that he was hitting on her. thinking back to the matter, she might have gone overboard, but she was not pushed as the school instantly thought he was in the wrong,

"James right?" She asked calmly noticing the bruises all over his face, James calmly looked up at her before smiling slightly.

"came to mock me? want to tell me how predictable I am? how cliche I am?" James asked with a mocking smile, she shrugged slightly hearing his words. before they fought, she did say something like this.

In her eyes, he was too easy to read. a troubled kid with parents beating him, so he in return goes around bullying others. when she said these words, it lands James to get mad, leading to him saying something which enraged her and they fought.

"I'm not that cliche. but I guess I was right, you know you don't need to take that. I know this police officer, he could help." She said seriously,

"mind your own business, this isn't a movie." He said with a frown while throwing a cold look at her, her eyebrow raised slightly seeing this cold look.

"Or what? you will fight me?" She asked with a sneer, James froze slightly hearing her words before she just ignored her, and looked at his arm which was bleeding. but she went on to sit on the swing next to him, and after a moment she spoke.

"I was abused by my mother when I was young, she made my life hell. but I managed to get help, and now I have a new family who treats me well. If you don't say anything, I will speak up." She said seriously, making him frown for a moment,

"your mother is my dad is different. you were twisted or something, I on the other hand destroyed my dad's life... He has all right to hate me, I'm only shocked he hasn't killed me yet." James said calmly, towards the end he spoke in a low voice, but she was barely able to hear him, making him frown.

"Now I'm hooked. my mom abused me from the age of 1 to 4, she was indeed unstable in the head, but she was taken away and locked up for years a long time. my bad abused her, so she return abused me. my dad would cheat on her, and she would turn towards me, anything my dad did that hurt her, she would turn to me, wanting me to feel her pain. but it was never enough, I could never feel the same amount of pain she felt." She said softly while looking at the sky, her body shaking slightly at the thought of those days.

"So, managed to run away on the 5th birthday, she was messed up but a few times she would act like a mom. I took that chance to run away, but my current family found me and took me in, and life has been better from then on." She said softly while forcing a smile to look at James who was looking at her in shock,

"Are we so much different?" She asked two which he nodded slightly,

"I killed my mom, we are nothing alike." He said in a low voice, stunning her slightly but she jumped up with an enraged look.

"he is mad at you because your mother died giving birth?" She said with a deep frown, James laughed slightly hearing her words. getting up, he looked at her,

"I was 6 years old when I tortured her to death, I can still hear her screams... you and I are nothing like, all the pain inflicted upon me is nothing compared to what she felt. My dad has the right to kill me... but he didn't, i'm already a dead man either way, return to your happy life. don't bring it down because of me." James said with a smile, but as he wanted to walk around her, she suddenly slapped him, caught off caught, she stumbled backward, only to trip and fall within the light snow that had covered the ground.

"Suicide? You were fucking 6 years old, look at yourself. torturing yourself all these years for something you did as a child. yes, you made a mistake, a fucking huge one. yet instead of growing from it, you're fucking taking the easy route?" She said while looking at James,

"This isn't a movie, the...." Before James could finish these words she caught him off.

"the world would be a better place without a monster like me? you see a monster when you look in a mirror, but all I see right now is a kid traumatized by his past. you're not living at all, you never tried to." She said making James quiet, able for a moment of silence she held a hand out toward him

"I went through a lot of trophies growing up... there is a saying that stuck with me, 'If you are depressed you are living in the past. If you are anxious you are living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the present." She said softly,

"the past can't be forgotten, but it could make you stronger. mistakes are made to learn from, you can't live without mistakes. mistakes are stepping stones. you made a huge stepping stone, one that you need help stepping over. thats, 'why there are things, called friends, they help you up." She said making James look at her with a dazed look, before slowly raising his hand.

"you're helping someone who has no will to live, what if I go up and build my whole life around you?" James asked with a smile as he took her head,

"a beauty, it's natural for people to do so... and you're not my type. i'm not into the cliche type," She said with as she pulled James up, James smiled slightly before speaking under his breath,

"you're weird," James said softly, but she heard him once more, hearing this she smiled and nodded slightly.

"what so bad about being weird? normal is boring, weird on the other hand is... fun," She said with a smile, James shook his head slightly at her words.

"you're a bit cliche..." Sora said softly as he opened his eyes, only to see he was sleeping on Hana's thighs. Hana who was something looked down in confusion hearing Sora suddenly say something out of the blue,

"What?" She asked lazily, Sora shook his head as he got up,

"just something I wish never happened," Sora said calmly before frowning seeing she was eating his marshmallow and was eating the last bite.

"We had a deal, you sleep on my lap, and I eat your marshmallow," She said seeing the deep frown on Sora's face,

"but your laps gave me a bad dream," Sora said with a frown, Hana was speechless, what would Sora count as a bad dream? but that was not the problem,

"I took the chance of allowing you to rest upon my soft lap and this is all you have to say?" Hana asked with a hurt look,

"They are as hard as a bone. only slightly better than the ground. a rock would have done a better job." Sora said making a vein pop on Hana's forehead, Hinata who was at the side couldn't help but laugh seeing this, catching the two attention. seeing this, Hinata panicked and quickly tried to explain.

"I've never seen the two of you fight, you look more like brother and sister like this." She said in a low voice while shyly playing with her fingers,

Sora and Hana looked at each other for a moment, this might be the first time they argued about something. Shaking his head, Sora was too lazy to bother about such things.

"why did we have to leave when the sun was setting down?" Hana said in annoyance, it got too dark to travel, so they had no choice but to stop to rest. Kaurenai who was within a tree sighed softly, she only did what Sora said. but in Sora's eyes, he didn't see night or day, so he didn't notice or care enough to think about the fact it was getting dark.

Sora did go back to sleep, the only reason he wanted to sleep was to kill time, you just blink and open your eyes and find that hours had passed. anyways, everyone soon went to sleep leaving Sora only awake. seeing everyone was asleep, Sora sat before the fire while indeed through.

the reason why Sora didn't hit females was that he killed his mom, it was not like his mom was bad or anything. she was perfect, yet he killed her. although he knew he didn't mean to kill her, it was all an accident, but she was still tortured to death by him. the form then, Sora couldn't bring himself to harm a woman,

his dad had a perfect life, but imagine getting the call that your wife was just tortured to death by your son. her death destroyed him, at first he tried to be a good father but a few drinks later turn into bottles filling the whole house.

Shaking his head, Sora turned to the new information he had gotten, there were other system users out there. they all seemed to have the same type of system, but each system had one or two unique functions,

Sora's system was based around him being undying and evil, Okame system was based around money, and lastly, Abel had the Cooking system, which was based around him cooking the best meals. the more people enjoy his cooking, the more SP he would get,

out of all of them, Sora finds that his system seems to be the most broken. his system made him immortal, and have an endless amount of energy. adding his unique skill [I'm Already Dead] made it just perfect for him as he could learn all types of death-based abilities, be it racial or not, this system was just perfect for him,

'system did you choose me or something? What's up with the systems?' Sora asked calmly, the system didn't say anything for some time, seeing this Sora shook his head slightly. the system had said nothing about him coming into contact with another system user, it was like it was scared for its life. this is why Sora didn't tell Okamo that he had the Undying beast system,

instead, he said he had the Overlord system. by his guys, the system might be some evil thing other systems would try and kill if they get a hint of it. Sora already went on guard against the system, after this was an evil system, why on earth would he trust something evil?

who knows, they might be some rest subject within someone's twisted game or something. Sora didn't care, so long as he could have fun he was happy with whatever was going on. he didn't want to die yet, not until he see Naruto break down. it would be low, and the stuff leading up to that would need him to take his time, but he could already see Naruto's face when everything happens.

if there were more anime words out there, the thought of traveling to them, and getting to see all of those happy MCs would be amazing. just the thought of this made him smile, a joyful smile, like a kid who couldn't wait to go out and have fun.