Naitomeaberu

You tell me I'm not civilized? You tell me I won't fit in? (in what? your society?) I wear what you wear. Say what you say. DO what you do. (I don't understand what else I can give you!) To be civilized means to hold power over others? I don't think you know what you're talking about. You think you're so advanced. But you're not. You've destroyed homes (and replaced them with your own). You call it "progress." I call it fixing your own damn mistakes. I know what I want! (a good life would be great) But you dither about, assign useless meanings to life. You divide the world into structured roads and blocks (you ignore the natura

Yamamoto Takeshi was falling through a downpour of red. Faster than the crimson droplets could hit the ground, he landed with an uncomfortable squelch in his own gore. There was a hole in his stomach where Kaoru Mizuno's drill-arm had punched through and twisted out, but Yamamoto's body was already numbing all the nerves in that area to save the boy from having to feel the pain. Or perhaps there was too much pain to actually identify it? Either way, the teen could already feel his energy leaving him in flowing rivulets. Another body-wracking shudder caused Yamamoto to writhe on the bloody floor of the baseball club's locker room. His spine