Birth of Hatred, Death of Pierrot

The boy sat in an abandoned building on the outskirts of Ishikawa, the same one him and Sena once lived in when they had no place to live. The stench of blood being a rather powerful smell at the time. Kazuma sat deeper into the building his head down, No one was around to hear his screams or his tears, even so. He kept it all in, His face cut up once again and the area around him a dark red, Blood was dried all over the floor as his Rider belt was thrown to the side and his gashats fallen beside him as he just stared up towards the ceiling. He had lost his mind, a bunch of thugs had tried to push him around because he was just some homeless kid. As he replayed the scene in his head just a grim smile passed his lips. "I may be homeless...<i>But you're nearly lifeless now...</i>" He'd look down at one of the remaining thugs cowering in the corner. The rest of them on the floor littered around unconscious he hadn't killed them but they weren't far from death. The smile slowly fading once again, He knew what he was doing, He knew what he just did yet, something inside him told him it was alright.

He grabbed his face covering one eye. He felt like a masked clown, his face and what he really felt both told a different story. He'd reach towards his left biceps and just squeeze them as hard as he could digging his uncut nails into his skin to draw blood. It was a way of trying to keep himself in check, to show he was still alive and not just a walking corpse with a painted mask, One he used to hide the tears of when hes beaten. A cloudy memory passed his mind of a young women looking at him and speaking as she crouched. <font color="green">"It's okay, it's alright, don't worry, you don't have to fake a smile. I just want you to be true."</font> The boy would grit his teeth as he walked over to a small gathering of supplies he had made. He'd turn back to the injured slowly patching each one up by the time he fully finished his supplies would be gone. The only one that was awake was the coward in the corner and even then. Kazuma had no intentions of hurting him. He'd just look down towards each person with a sad look in his eyes. "<i>What am I doing?</i>" was all he could ask himself as he walked over to his belt picking it up as he placed the gashats back in his pocket. As soon as the thugs were conscious enough to realize where they were each one would just run out of the place. Once again, Kazuma was alone again.

A few days had passed since then, Kazuma spending each day in the building alone. Nobody seemed to bother him anymore, that was until a small kitten found it's way into the building. It seemed injure, sick even. The boy couldn't help but pity the creature. With quiet movements he moved towards the animal slowly picking it up into his arms. "..." He didn't say a word he just walked back with the animal, the next week Kazuma just spent with the cat, helping it heal, feeding it, he even gave it a name. Pierrot, for once. Kazuma didn't feel alone anymore, he finally had someone by his side once again. Perhaps this was a new beginning, This was a changing factor into his life. He'd be able to just get back up and smile like a buffoon or so one would think, but as like everything. Karma tends to be a bitch and even when you think all is clear. It's there ready to push you back down the moment you stand up again.

Coming back to the building after he had gone to get some food Kazuma would hear a noise, one that shattered his heart as the thugs he had taken care of returned but this time, instead of injuring him, it seems they attacked Pierrot. dropping the food Kazuma rushed into the building to see the one sight he'd wish to erase from his own mind, the kitten he had been taken care of on the ground surrounded by it's own blood. Everything went black for Kazuma as the one feeling he'd never felt before, even upon hearing the Sena may be dead. He wanted these people dead and not by the police or anyone else, He wanted to take his own hands and dirty them with each of their heads. They stopped as they noticed the boy as he slowly walked over to his belt, the light in his eyes seemed to have vanished as he turned back to them.

The boy spoke between anger and tears. <font color="red">"It's alright, it's okay, It doesn't matter what they have to say. You won't face it all alone, I will cry with you, You helped me find what disappeared  inside. It's the face I lost to time, the one that's truly mine..."</font> He'd slam both gashats into his belt before transforming straight to level 3 and without another word cutting each thug down one by one. The last thing he could remember was the rain of blood and him holding the dying kitten in his arms. <font color="blue">"Another one I failed to protect..."</font> He'd walk with the kitten outside as he found a place to bury the kitten, leaving a grave marker for his friend. The light in his eyes never returning, his heart was just shattered at this point and his will broken. He'd fall to his knees in front of the Grave as he just silently cried.