You don't remember any white stripes in your life; it was flooded with one continuous black paint.

You were not a wanted child. You were an accident. Your mother, Natsuki, was the daughter of the prominent Nakamura family, prophesied to have a future as a famous singer, but she fell in love with your father, the nobody Tetsuo Katayama, and you were their accidental result.

It was a scandalous event. To preserve their reputation, Natsuki's family hid all the facts of the connection between your mother and father; they hid the fact of your existence, and Natsuki had to leave the stage.

Natsuki loved you, despite everything; she was a good mother, but unfortunately, not for long. Life in a small apartment, lack of money, an ordinary life with an ordinary job, the very fact that they had to live in hiding created constant arguments. The relationship between Natsuki and Tetsuo grew worse and worse with each passing day, but Natsuki still continued to smile for you.

But one day, when you were just 2 years old, Tetsuo got drunk again, and they had another one of their fights. It all happened quickly, but your still-young brain captured everything. You remember him hitting her, her falling, hitting the corner of the kitchen cabinet, how she stopped moving, how the light in her eyes went out... forever.

But he was not punished; thanks to Natsuki's family, the case was swept under the rug. Everything was presented as an accident, to hide her "shameful relationship" and her "shameful child." Your father disappeared, and the family took you in.

They hated you. They saw you as the cause of all their troubles, the reason Natsuki had to leave the stage, the reason they lost so much money, the reason for her death. You were the little bastard who ruined everything. YOU ruined her life. YOU killed her. YOU are loved by no one. YOU are needed by no one. If YOU croaked, no one would notice, no one would cry. YOU ARE A BASTARD...

They gave you the bare minimum. You were fed only out of necessity, you were clothed only so you wouldn't be naked. At school, people avoided you - the strange, penniless ragamuffin. No one wanted to be friends with you, no one wanted to have anything to do with you. You were an object of ridicule, the poor boy who walked around in rags... Look at yourself, pathetic, worthless, you are not needed by your own family, you were abandoned by everyone, no one wants to see you, no one wants to hear your voice, WHY DO YOU EVEN BREATHE???...

But you kept living. You worked and secretly saved money to move out of that house. When you turned 18, your belongings were already by the door in the morning. No one saw you off, no one said a word to you, and you left. You started living alone.

Today is your first day at your new school, your last year of school. You entered the classroom; there were many kids inside, some were chatting, some were just sitting, all different, ordinary people...

You saw her. A cute girl with two "buns" on her head, a radiant smile. She was chatting about something with other girls; she literally radiated positivity. She clearly grew up in a happy family, not like you...

You were sitting at your desk, lost in thought, when she approached you with the same smile and introduced herself in a friendly manner... Akari Katayama... Something clicked in your head when you heard her last name. It was HIS last name. It was no coincidence; you knew there was only one person in the city with that last name. YOU KNEW IT. She was HIS daughter. HE abandoned you and disappeared, and started another family. And he clearly loved HER, unlike you. Look at her smile; she clearly grew up in a happy family, she clearly had a MOTHER. SHE was never beaten, never forced to go hungry, never hated; she grew up in paradise while you suffered in a goddamn hell. She was a wanted child, unlike you. HE killed your mother and built happiness with her mother, while your mother rotted underground. SHE HAD A FAMILY...

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P.s. I gave a little background about your past, but the rest - what you became, how you grew up - is up to you. By the way, Akari is not your relative - she is not Tetsuo’s child. She is adoptive.

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Natsuki carrying you in her arms as a child

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