Threads Of The Impossible Begin To Wound Around Our Beliefs

"H-h-h-e-h-lp--" "PLEASE!" "Kill me..." 

The whispers amplified into a clamor which proved to be detestable as well as...addicting for his ears. It manifested to be fruitful for him to follow his Boss's commands. As much as his older self would have come to a tragic and sympathetic conclusion, he enjoyed the voices and views in the carmine and deep black opacity. His lips flattened into a sly smirk while he was thinking about the new tormenting tricks he'd use for the pathetic prisoners. As soon as he spotted someone familiar, he raised his hand and smiled cleverly. 

"Hey Mirai Zen, where are you going?" He questioned while fixing his brand new watch, which probably cost him three-digit millions of his dirty money. 

The so-called Zen looked at him from the corner of his narrowed eye and walked off. 

"At least tell me what are you going to do?"

"It's none of your business, brother. Also, I'd like you to stop addressing me with that surname." Zen finally spoke up with a cold and harsh tone.

"It's all my business Zen. You can still call me brother but you can't stand me calling you by your last name? Tch. You're still a kid Zen."

"Zack leave me alone. I have a job."

"Ara? You dropped the honorific, huh? Well whatever, just don't die or something."

"Even if I do, please do not send me your condolences."

Zack lightly chuckled and said, "I wasn't planning to anyway Mirai."

Zen shrugged off the deadly tone in his voice and stepped out of the prison chamber room.

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Another day of dreams for him. His eyes were clouded by a curse, a syndrome. A syndrome called Achromatopsia. For him, the world was always in motion with the hues of black and white as the only source of vision. He did not know what the color of his eyes was like, people often told him that it was a very pretty shade of blue almost like the morning sky. But the sight his eyes descried in a mirror too clean was a deep and more deep shade of grey. Somehow the mirror always ended up shattered when he left the place. He could always perceive the yellow color but it didn't really stand out much.

It was always almost as if the daylight never befell his surroundings. 

He was just 17 yet looking for someplace freer than the caged world he lives in. Youth is often said to be the period of freedom and choices or the phase of depression and failure. Zen's youth did neither. He flew through all that trouble of raining blades and ended up with the malfunctioned wings of youth. One may call Zen a defect in the algorithm of teenagers. That someone is probably his brother, Mirai Zack who was also the ultimate antagonist in Zen's seventeen years of life. Zack was a 28 years old man who desperately abandoned Zen when he was a kid and got into the mafia business. It influenced Zen's childhood and having the vocation to be a criminal, Zen became one. It went a lot more intense but Zen kept the memory in the farthest corner of his intelligence.

Zen blended into the crowd normally but in his eyes, he was perhaps the only outcast there. Zen was never wavered by the fact though. Zen never lifted his knife to kill an innocent victim. Instead, he left all the dirty work to either his brother or one of his subordinates. He had a heart of melting ice, but the ice stopped melting at some point in time. 

Zen yearned for the care of freedom. He longed for a touch of the sky that made his skin feel cold and warm at the same time. His duty chained him to a colossal wall that resulted only in bloodshed and cold room temperatures. If the mafia was a game of chess, then the only possibility for him was to be a pawn. He wouldn't imagine being the player. Even the king and the queen are bound to be pieces for the player to manipulate. And the player was probably the one who controls life, God. God made it as if Zen could never reach the other side of the board and transform into an important figure. None of it mattered to him anyway for he lived his life for no other purpose than meeting the sky for once.

"I have but one mission right now, if I can fulfill that then maybe I can find my peace." He believed with an unclear smile. That became an impetus for him to slash through the deliberate attempts of others to live tranquilly. 

"I just have to abduct that woman named Yukihara and everything will be fine." He faithfully obeyed his master's order and started to plan his strategy. However dire the situation may be, he'd make sure to execute the plan, but little did he know that some trouble awaited him in that little residence of the Yukihara family.

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The door was just closed. Every time her eyes scanned the surroundings, all she saw was the silhouette of her little plushies and books. The enclosed space was sickeningly too pink and white. Her gracious body features traced the mattress where she was lying down, thinking about her life. 'This is so boring.' She yawned and stood up from her bed. 

"Maybe I'll just go out for once to eat with sister."

On her way to the door, she saw her high school resolution.

"NAME: YUKIHARA YUKI

AGE: 15

GOAL: MAKE NICE FRIENDS AND GET A PART-TIME JOB"

Or so was her created storyline. In reality, she skipped six months of school and ended up getting too scared to show up randomly because she reasoned that her friends would start bullying her and that became an impetus to skip school and all the tests.

Maybe that wouldn't happen. Yuki was a little too dreamy and thought well of the world. She thought that the world had so many adventures that she would die before even completing one of them. But the truth revolved around something other than that. Her education and life were completely absurd by now, she probably repeated the first year of high school but she didn't give a damn about that. She was just 15 but dreaming of big things like children do. She was a child, literally. She imagined living in a huge manor with a handsome husband and two cute kids, like a princess or queen perhaps. 

Yuki had an elder sister, Yukihara Sayuri. Her sister didn't mind any attention towards the little girl. Yuki didn't spend her time concerning that. Yuki had a little sister, Ayumi. A cute one at that. Yuki swore she'd die over her little sister. But the one who did was Ayumi. Ayumi was shot 4 times by a murderer named Mirai. Yuki solemnly promised to take revenge. She wouldn't mind picking up a gun with her slick and tiny arms if it were for Ayumi. Ayumi and she lived in peace before that happened. The incident dug a huge hole in Yuki's heart. 

"If I can take revenge then maybe Ayumi can forgive me for not being strong enough to save her back then."

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In Tokyo, Akihabara, Yukihara residence.

Zen grasped the doorknob and attempted to push the door. It was locked. Zen took a long breath and kicked the door down with ease. He pulled the hoodie cap over his head and put on his plain black rubber gloves. How was there no ruckus? He literally kicked down the door, someone might've heard him. It's not possible that the residents were not at home because the door was evidently locked from the inside. 

"I smell french fries! Sayuri nee-chan where's my share?"

Zen heard a high-pitched voice exclaiming these words. But once he heard the name Sayuri, he knew that his mission was already a success. He smirked slightly and made his way over to the kitchen door where he saw a girl in full white clothes with light shades of grey visible to his eyes. He wondered if it was pink or some other girly color. But what caught him off guard was the girl's uncovered right eye which had the prettiest shade of yellow he had ever seen and the way she was eating like a pig. He turned his sight to the left of the kitchen and saw the Sayuri girl gaping at him with wide and petrified eyes. The other girl gobbled down her food and questioned while pointing a french fry at Zen, "Who are you? You should not barge into someone's house with your face covered. Learn to knock." Sayuri looked at the girl with a wide mouth and facepalmed.

'Is this girl on drugs? I thought it was the other one... Sayuri. I should obviously appear as a robber or whatever! Well, I guess I'll take her too.' Zen concluded.

Zen simply charged towards the older girl, who was eventually cornered, to capture her first but as soon as he knocked her out, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around to look at the girl with the sun ablaze eyes approaching him with nothing in hand, just her hand rounded up in a loose fist and her legs trembling with every step. He turned back around fully and looked at the little girl, just a few centimeters shorter than him, punching him in the gut. It didn't faze Zen at all, he had experienced far worse. Zen lifted his hand as the girl lifted her head and maintained eye contact with him.

His cold blue eyes didn't bother her at all instead, she found them mesmerizing. She could perceive so many unhidden mysteries in those pearls for eyes that if it weren't for her ignorant sister's fainted body right there, she would've already fallen in love with him. 

It was quite the reverse for Zen. He came to loathe the girl's eyes, not just because they were yellow. Her irises seemed like orbs of citrine which gave him a captivated feeling he could not seem to rationalize.

The girl was dead silent in her tracks and the same went for Zen. His lifted hand made it over to the left of her neck and strongly hit her. She fell like a dead corpse right there. 

Zen lifted the girl up and placed her in the back seat of his brother's car, which he had borrowed for that day, along with Sayuri.

He started driving to the secret base and pondered, 'I wonder if it was a lie when Boss said I'll be free to go now.'

Amidst the holler of his thoughts and the silence of the route, Zen detected a sound as loud as an explosion. Well, it was an explosion caused by a vehicle blowing up behind his car.

'What's this? Is someone after me? That's not possible. Wait... are they chasing these girls? I don't understand. Just for now, I'll do something about these guys.'

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