Haku Death Naruto 소설 & 이야기

It felt warm… but no warmth could compare to that of the one beside him then. "What happened to Hikaru?" "Burned at the stake." He still remembers it clearly. Hikaru told him not to show himself so the witches would never know that he can finally walk during the day. He left to get his grimoire and promised to come back. They planned to run away together. Joaquin still followed him despite his warnings though, worried, and frantic, but he was too late. Hikaru Kitagawa's body was wrapped in a dirty cloth, tied up in a burning stake along with four other people. Joaquin could only make out his screams due to his heightened hearing.

“We both know you want me.” “Oh, Kiran. Is Kai really that special?” Death asked him, with a smile on his face. “Yes!” Kiran yelled. “Is this that whole love thing again?” Death asked, and laughed. “Please.” Kiran looked at him, but Death wasn’t there anymore. “Hryggr um tíð,” Kiran whispered, and closed his eyes as he started to pray. He kept repeating those words, over and over. Kiran opened his eyes when he felt the air shift, and he watched as I stood in front of Kari, the gun aimed at the door where he would enter. It was happening in front of him, in this realm, as he watched me die again.

My vision blurs. “W-What is this…?”. My legs take this as the best moment to lose strength. It gets harder to hold myself upright. “Why are you saying this? What have I done…to you?”. What have I done to Hagakure Sorahiko? How did I make someone like him who values his life above all, beg me to kill him? . Is it possible…to make the person I love wish he were dead by doing nothing? Is my subgender the problem? Or is it my family name?.