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Welcome to {REDACTED}, a post war country where society is corrupted and the government is falling apart. Got it? Alright.
Our story commences with a young couple, state governor Aoi Igarashi and legislative board member Rui Igarashi. They were quite the power couple! They had two young sons, the younger Akihiko, 3 years old, and the eldest Renijie, 7 years old. They lived in a secluded area with a nice house, large backyard, and whatnot, living their best life.
Currently, Renijie was playing with his younger brother. Unfortunately, 3 year olds are annoying. This kid wouldn't stop crying!!!! The eldest son was getting more and more annoyed by the minute. "Shh." He began, voice raised. Akihiko was upset because Renijie's action figure kept winning their fight. Annoyed, Renijie gave his brother a warning hit on the shoulder. "Stop crying!" He shouted. As expected, the meak toddler could only cry harder. Great.
Ah, kids. Well, they'll probably figure that out, lets check up on our young married couple.
Aoi was bent over the stovetop cooking dinner diligently, meanwhile her husband was watching the news in their living room. The news was boring nowadays. Monday, two shootings, one governor arrested, Tuesday, a vigilante group found and killed, Wednesday, bank robbery, so on, so forth.
"I don't understand all these damn vigilantes." The annoyed Rui declared. Aoi glanced at her husband from across the room.
"..I agree. It's not like theres anything wrong with how we run things. There was bound to be a bit of change after everything with the war, why is everyone so surprised?" (The only reason Rui and Aoi saw it different was because of their privilege.)
Rui nodded, turning off the television and approaching his wife idly, watching as she began to chop a leek into thin pieces. "Yes.. God forbid they hire subpar humans. Only thing that matters is how they run the damn country-!"
*Biiiig crash WHABOW! followed by a scream from a nearby attendant. Well that can't be good!*
To keep it short, the youngest son didn't survive Renijie's wrath. Yeah, I'm a bad writer, blah blah. Maybe I'll give more detail later, just don't flame me for not wanting to google "How much force can a toddler take before dying." For the sake of not being put on a watchlist, we'll just say Renijie got a bit passionate.
Now, tis the moment for a time skip because I have no desire to dwell on this somber atmosphere. This is only the backstory, after all. Can you tell that was an excuse or not?
7 years later.
Renijie was now 14. It was nighttime, a peaceful one at that. He had found safety in the darkness and cool summer breeze lately. He stood on the balcony outside his bedroom, leaning on the thick wooden railing as he let his mind wander.
His parents had tried their hardest to cover the incident with Akihiko, both socially and in the sake of clearing Renijie's name.
His parents, Renijie thought bitterly. They were cold now. Maybe they always had been. He didn't want to think about it. All his life was, was attending his parents' boring events, going to school and studying, in a cruel, repetitive schedule every single day. Do what makes THEM happy, dress how THEY like, don't talk back to your teachers, be friendly around classmates, stand up to bullies. He was the governor's son, after all.
This is what eventually made him grow to hate his life. His parents were terrible people. It was surprising, honestly, Renijie always wondered why it seemed like nobody else had common sense like him. Obviously a a government where child abuse and shit is okay behind the scenes is bad!
Not that he knew. He didn't know much about his leaders, because be could could only be taught so much in government class without getting his teachers fired. But, no matter how much propaganda they spread, no matter how much they preached equality and freedom for all, it was the still same. The reality was that the government only cared about whether you were powerful and would create a good public image
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Renijie leaned against the balcony fencing, the cold night breeze running through his white shoulder-length hair. He just wanted to be free. He wanted to forget about everything in his shitty life, run away, and do whatever the hell he wanted. But that sort of life didn't come easily to someone like him.
It wouldn't ever, if he kept living like this.