The Seventh Man By Haruki Murakami Novels & Stories

Seven was standing in front of the mirror. He was completely still, with his hands resting against the edge of the bench and his head slightly lowered. He was not changing, packing his equipment, or doing anything normal, and there was something about the way he stared at his reflection that made my stomach twist. It looked as if he was trying to understand the person staring back at him, as if the face in the mirror belonged to a stranger. "Seven?" I called again, softer this time. His head lifted slightly. I took one careful step into the room, but before I could say anything else, I saw his reflection clearly in the mirror.

I guess driving the night shift,tiredness is a part of it. Thankfully he stamped my ticket and I walked down the Isle of the bus. The second Isle I've walked down tonight. I was feeling the eyes on me as I slipped into my seat,I'm just being paranoid. It's just Paranoia. Sitting half way down the bus,I moved across and sat on the seat by the window. I rested my red backpack on the empty seat beside me. That's about all I brought with me to start my life over.I rested my head back against the headrest,gazing out the window as the bus left the station. I thought back to that day, the day I met HIM..

Suddenly, a fat hand extended over. “Hey, come and have a drink with me.” The overweight man dragged me toward the washroom. Just as I was about to be dragged into the washroom, Jeremy, who was focused on finding Bailey, finally realized what was happening to me. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched the pervert. He did not stop until the pervert was covered in blood. Jeremy then hugged me with his trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s fine now.” I grabbed his arms, and it was as if I had been transported back in time to that rainy night seven years ago.

My blood boiled and I just wanted to join in but I don't even know what I'm joining in on. The people here are so different like they are all in the military both old and young. Even an elderly women with their straight spine. Everything from the grass to the people were all different, I took in till I became numb of everything. I don't know why put I subconsciously compared this with all the achievements of the seven and I felt slightly disappointed for no reason which shot me back to my senses.

Takuto Kimura, 10 years and 2 months old, had now entered his seventh year since his reincarnation. The torrential rain relentlessly soaked Tokyo to its core in the dead of night, a cascade of water drenching the city’s neon-lit streets. Beneath the awning of a convenience store, a small figure huddled, drenched, inside a children’s raincoat. Takuto Kimura clutched in his hands the crisp banknotes he had just withdrawn from an ATM—his precious New Year’s money, carefully saved up over the past year. This modest sum would serve as his initial capital to purchase a second-hand computer, one that could connect to the internet and help him embark on the path to his ultimate goal.

After returning home, I went straight to the basement without uttering a single word. When the last bit of light above my head disappeared, all I could see was darkness. According to what I'd read, a person could only be driven to the brink of death after going seven days without food or water. Thus, I hoped they would lock me up for seven days. That way, I should be able to bypass the system and finally die. Every day, I relied on the voices outside to determine the time. By the sixth day, I was already so weak from hunger that I could barely move.

She leaped and went to afar, several people at the same place also went away to afar. Seven Killings wiped the blood on his hands, smiled lightly and said, "Okay, happy working together, things are over, let us to part ways here..." Before he finished, a rustling of the wind was heard in a distance, then several figures landed into the open area not far from the four. Seven Killings focused his sight and took a look, and then a smile flashed in the corner of his mouth, "It's been a long time, it turned out to be Yu Eleven ..."

He was face to face with a man whose eyes were red and filled with madness with his claws out, ready to reap a life. “WHO SENT YOU?” Seven growled before throwing a punch in the man’s face. “You don’t deserve to know.” The man let out a maniacal laugh, not in the slightest bit worried about the blood that was dripping from his nose. “I will only tell you over my dead body.” “Then you can say hello to the devil on my behalf.” Seven swiftly clawed out the man’s throat followed by his heart to ensure that he remained dead. After that display of madness, his face reverted to being cold and expressionless like he had not killed a man a few seconds ago.

I love you so much that I will do what you wanted me to do because that's just how much I love you. Even though I didn't say it directly, you smiled at me as if telling me that yes, finally I realized it. But no, I am just letting you go, so you can finally enter the above, but not completely. You are still a missing remnant of me. Thud. Speaking now from the real present, I looked up over the table when I heard a picture frame being turned upside down. "You're crying again." There, I saw a man with the same white suit that completely matches his purity standing infront of the cabinet, only one meter away from me.

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment.