Zegrath

Truth be told, Kukyo had little empathy for his father, he had deserved it, but something was odd. Not all of the blood could of belonged to the father now could it? There simply was too much for a single man to bleed so wo else was injured? As Kukyo pondered a grim realization washes over him as he turned his head darting to the bed, laying upon the sheets was the familiar figure, a stab wound from a knife directly where the heart had been.. Laying upon the blood stained mattress was Kukyo's mangled corpse. " What the hell is going on.. " Kukyo would say in both confusion and rage knowing that his own father was the one who had killed him.

On March 21st, what would appear as an average day, it was friday so most of high schoolers were eager to return home-- except for Kanashimi Kukyo. Infact he dreaded his return home because his father was abusive, he would usually be wasted by the time he returned from his job at a construction site and yell at Kukyo blaming him for all his problems. His mother died 2 years ago on March 22nd, tomorrow marked the second anniversary of the accident. Grudgingly Kukyo would walk home, stopping by the graveyard to pay his respects as e plucted a rose from a nearby bush and laid it on the grave with the engravings 'Maria Kanashimi ' . He would look

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