章 2: Family, Get!
'Hmm.. Calm down Michael, you're a mature teenager. Yes, mature.. mature.. Fuck that shit where the hell am I, a fucking womb?!' Michael screamed in his mind as he couldn't speak yet, nor could be open his eyes for some reason.
'Sigh, There's no other way to explain this. I must have restarted back to then Rokuro was just a baby.' He pondered on what he should do while he was still in his mother's womb.
With nothing else to do he decided to just sleep it off, it solved most of his problems on Earth so why shouldn't it solve his problems here? He was a genius he knew.
And so, he did as he thought. He slept. As he was having his peaceful beauty sleep he suddenly felt as if he was falling.
'Fuck! Is this what I felt when I was born?!' He screamed in his mind as he startled awake.
The fall was shortly over as he felt a thud before the flesh incasing exploded and bathed him in some unknown liquid.
'Ugh.. hell that was not the average toddler experience.' He thought as he opened his eyes, as he opened his eyes the first thing he saw a sky that was pitch red, black clouds painted the skies as it looked this was a world that only saw apocalypse.
'Shit.. This place.. Isn't this that Magano place? Where Exorcists fight off the Impurities. This is literally hell on earth..' Michael cursed in his mind.
'What the hell is this scenario, does that mean Rokuro was born in this abyss? Now that I think about it, the anime never really showed his full background. Must be why the people say it was a trash adaptation.' Michael struggled to open his eyes, and the first thing to ever grace his eyes in this new world was a System Prompt.
[Emergency! Smile Host!]
[Making the host relive his happiest moments because of emergency...]
'What the f-' He didn't even get to formulate a proper sentence in his mind before he thrust back to his first time ever discovering anime with his friends.
'Right.. I did have this memory.. Honestly it's been so long that I genuinely forgot about it.' A wide smile formed on his face as he looked at the system screen showcasing his past memories, memories from when he was just a wee lad, his first anime episode, his first banger opening, his quest to listen to every piece of good music there was on Earth, honestly it was a shame all of that was taken away by a menacing truck.
But what could you do? It is what it is..
Suddenly he was picked up by a pair of weird looking arms.
Michael, with his a wide cheery smile looked at the source of those arms.
'Oh hey, If it isn't a Basara buddy! Good to see you here, you're hair is pretty long huh? Haha..ha.. ha..? BASARA?!!!' Michael's mind immediately went crazy as he saw just who held him.
Just like that, Michael fainted on the Basara's arms, an innocent childlike smile still painted on his baby face.
[A Few Moments Earlier.]
'Why do you smile?' Sutara asked the child in his mind.
'Why do not cry and scream like the others? Why do you smile? Why is your smile so vibrant? So warm?' Sutara took the child into his arms, as he was slowly becoming more in awe at the innocent smile that was present on the baby's face.
'I need to kill you, it's my task.. And yet, I don't want to? What is this feeling? Compassion? Am I capable of feeling that emotion?' Sutara once again asked in his mind, his mind a turmoil of conflicting emotions.
There was the logical side of things, telling him to kill the child, who would someday become a threat due to being a being born from Abe no Seimei's cells.
But then there was this budding feeling in his chest, a feeling so warm he wanted to feel it more.
So he did what he felt was right, he enveloped the child in a cloth and ran to his village with the child.
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Sutara stood at the foot of his home, on the opposite side of the door was his wife, but he didn't know what to say about the situation he was in.
His wife, feeling his presence immediately opened the door.
"Honey, you're back!..." Her face died back down as she saw the child he was holding.
"Sutara, that's..! Don't tell me you- " Her eyes widened as she realized what her husband had just done.
"I don't understand Asuha.." Sutaru looked at his wife, as if he was a child guilty of a bad stunt.
"I don't understand why I did this.. This child.. he.. he smiled.. All the other babies I've killed either cry or scream! But this child.. he smiled.. smiled at me.." Sutaru intently looked at the sleeping face of Michael, a tear slowly forming on his eye.
He had always been guilty killing all those children, but it was his duty to kill them. It had always hurt him whenever he had to create a grave from every baby he had killed.
With every child of the abyss killed, another is born right after. It was a never ending cycle of killing for Sutara, he had wished things were easier, but unfortunately it was never easy.
The guilt was practically eating at him, but he knew, if he didn't do it. Then their village would have been doomed. So he had no choice but to swallow it up.
"Sutara.." Both Basara's went inside their humble house as they welcomed the child born from Abe no Seimei, a child made in the abyss.
Sutara didn't plan to atone for the other children he had killed, but for this child.. He atleast wanted it to have a life that wasn't filled with misery.
Neither Sutara nor Asuha knew what this would entail, how this encounter would shape their future. But for now, they would raise this child.
And so, the child of destiny was able to enter his first family in this new world. A new family be would soon cherish.
———[Chapter End]———
A/N: Hm.. somehow this chapter just doesn't feel right for me, it's like I'm missing something. Damn it bro, my mediocre author skills are telling me something, but I don't know what it is.. Maybe it's the way I portrayed the emotions? Or Sutara's reasoning of wanting Rokuro to be his family? Argh fuck it. This is a problem for future me, not the present me.
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