This was Hiruma's greatest moment. He'd never been happier. Though he was still young, this moment frozen in time, this second was perfect. In this frame of life, the two were as they should be. A young man, and a young woman who both care for each other, found in each others arms, lips locked. However, life isn't perfect. Hiruma didn't deserve what was destined to happen. He was an innocent person, wrapped up in this twisted story.
Hiruma wasn't thinking. All that was going on with him was him giving in fully to his emotion. All the feelings for the girl were built up into one moment. Then his eyes shot open. Out of pain. Blood came up out of his mouth, and onto Nana's mouth. Nana broke the kiss, her eyes full of...Something.
"Nana-Chan!" The little blond-headed boy ran up to catch the crying little girl. She was on her knees, sobbing into her hands. A doll lay in front of her. It looked old, and as if it were sown together by Nana's hands themselves. The only problem was that it had no head. There were three boys standing nearby laughing and pointing at Nana.
"Oh, poor you! Your dolly has no head!" One of them yelled between laughs. "Maybe you should give it your own, it'd be an improvement!" Cried a second child. The third began to open his mouth, but was silenced before he spoke. Hiruma had tackled him. "Bastards!" was all that Hiruma had to say. As he punched at the third, the other two joined in the fray. Nana's sobbing ceased. A couple of minutes later, Hiruma came back over to her, albeit a bit bruised and bloodied. "Come on, you can home with me. I got lots of fun toys!"
Hiruma looked down. Scissors? He didn't even know Nana had them. They were old, rusty, and sharp. She twisted her hand around. He could feel them ripping deeper into his stomach. He didn't scream however. Didn't yell. His mouth however dropped open. Nana's eyes met his once more. Hiruma didn't show a look of terror, nor anger. His was the face of a broken man.
Hiruma at ten years old was walking down the street along side Nana. Already, he towered over her in height. She looked up and smiled at him. He looked down and smiled back.They were on their way back from the playground. He was walking her home. They were walking next to an alley when there was a large crash. Nana screamed, and grabbed Hiruma. Hiruma turned towards the alley, ready to protect the little girl.
Soon, they both broke into laughter. A cat fell off a trash can, and caused it to fall. The cat walked upto the two laughing, and cocked it's head to the side, as if thinking the two were mad. Nana went forward and bent down to pet it. It began purring, and rubbing against her. Hiruma just watched and smiled. She picked it up with great difficulty. It was half the size of her. They walked home like that, cat in hand.
Hiruma gasped in pain now, as he gripped the scissors with both hands. The pain was unlike any other he'd felt before, and he knew pain. He'd broken plenty of bones playing football, but this was much different. This pierced both body and soul. His world was perfect for but a moment before shattering like glass. He yanked on the scissors. As they ripped out of him, the wound opened wide. He yelled in pain, and blood shot out of his mouth.
"No dad! I won't go! I won't leave here!" Hiruma yelled through the house. Hiruma slammed his bedroom door as hard as he could. Tears were streaming down his face. He threw himself onto the bed. He screamed into his pillow. His parents were moving them away for the sake of his 'education.' He didn't care! He was only thirteen! And what about Nana?
Hiruma started to step backwards, and fell off the couch. He crashed into a glass table, which shattered under him, sending him to the ground alongside the million shards of glass. Tears were streaming down his face now. He didn't gasp in pain anymore, nor did he yell. He just looked up at Nana, hurt in his eyes, yet not pain.
The cheerleader moved closer to Hiruma. He smiled a little. "Hey Ashley. You need something?" She smiled a little, and ran a hand through her long blond hair. "Oh, nothing really. I just wanted to say you did a good job at practice today." Hiruma laughed and scratched the back of his head. "It's nothing really." He said, yet he turned slightly red. Not often a girl came up to him. Then suddenly the unexpected happened. She pushed him against the wall of the gym, her mouth on his, her hands all over him.
At first, Hiruma began to close his eyes. This wasn't a bad feeling at all. But then, almost like a slap in the face, he was back in reality. He pushed her away. The girl stepped back defensively, and almost began yelling. "What the HELL Hiruma?" Hiruma looked away. "I'm sorry, I can't... Do that." The girl stood straight up, her nose up in the air. "Well fine. You're a piece of shit anyways." She stomped off, obviously not used to rejection. Hiruma smiled slightly. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his wallet. He opened it up, and inside lay a picture. Nana.
Hiruma lay on the floor. One hand over his stomach, the other sprawled out to the side. His clothes were stained with the same blood that was pooling around him. Darkness played at the edges of his sight, threatening to take him away. But he had to stay. He just had to. Maybe he was just dreaming. that had to be it. He fell asleep watching TV, that's all it was. But he felt the pain. He knew it was real. He knew it was the end. But why?
He coughed. The pain ricocheted throughout his entire body. The darkness moved in ever closer. He couldn't even feel his legs or arms anymore. Somehow, he took another breath. His voice then came out, raspy and quiet. "W-why Nana? W-wh..." He felt cold suddenly. His breath left his lips. His throat wouldn't work. Everything was going blurry. Then dark.
