He is jealous.
Despite that, he can't cry.
He couldn't cry.
Didn't dared to cry.
Because weapons don't weep.
He is jealous.
Despite that, he can't cry.
He couldn't cry.
Didn't dared to cry.
Because weapons don't weep.
Resentment.
Jealousy.
Jealousy.
Jealousy.
Why can't it be him?
Why can't they be like that to him? A simple 'I'm proud of you' would've been enough.
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Resentment.
Jealousy.
Jealousy.
Jealousy.
Why can't it be him?
Why can't they be like that to him? A simple 'I'm proud of you' would've been enough.
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But no.
His parents sang Zanka's name like a hymn. Praising him for being brave enough to carve his way out,
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But no.
His parents sang Zanka's name like a hymn. Praising him for being brave enough to carve his way out,
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Perhaps he was simply born with tragedy in his blood.
"Disappointment."
Harsh.
But it was hard to swallow.
Because it's true.
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Perhaps he was simply born with tragedy in his blood.
"Disappointment."
Harsh.
But it was hard to swallow.
Because it's true.
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Being a child is a curse.
Being a Nijiku... Even worse.
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Being a child is a curse.
Being a Nijiku... Even worse.
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Of where Zanka excelled.
Where Goka failed.
And even when he did better, somehow Zanka surpassed him.
"He's better than you."
He remembered Kyouka once saying.
Of where Zanka excelled.
Where Goka failed.
And even when he did better, somehow Zanka surpassed him.
"He's better than you."
He remembered Kyouka once saying.
But Goka did start resenting Zanka.
Why does he have to bleed to get a crumb of what he was getting?
Why does he have to beg?
It only worsened when Zanka started his training at 12.
He did better than when
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But Goka did start resenting Zanka.
Why does he have to bleed to get a crumb of what he was getting?
Why does he have to beg?
It only worsened when Zanka started his training at 12.
He did better than when
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During his patrol, Goka would deliberately avoid Zanka.
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During his patrol, Goka would deliberately avoid Zanka.
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Not a child.
Never a child.
But Zanka....
Zanka was a child.
He is allowed to dream.
He is allowed to stray from their path.
He is allowed happiness.
Zanka is happiness.
And Goka is a weapon.
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Not a child.
Never a child.
But Zanka....
Zanka was a child.
He is allowed to dream.
He is allowed to stray from their path.
He is allowed happiness.
Zanka is happiness.
And Goka is a weapon.
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He wasn't even allowed to do that.
He wasn't allowed to be anything but a Nijiku who will be a Hell Guard.
That was what was given to him.
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He wasn't even allowed to do that.
He wasn't allowed to be anything but a Nijiku who will be a Hell Guard.
That was what was given to him.
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He nodded.
Mumbling a little sorry before walking away.
Goka didn't know what to feel at that time.
Towards his mother.
Towards his silenced and dismissed joy.
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He nodded.
Mumbling a little sorry before walking away.
Goka didn't know what to feel at that time.
Towards his mother.
Towards his silenced and dismissed joy.
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And it was met with a harsh hush.
"Go bother someone else, you'll wake Zanka up!"
His mother whispered and yelled at him.
Bother.
As if his excitement was nothing but just that.
A bother.
Goka shrunk on himself. Hunching his shoulders as he dropped his
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And it was met with a harsh hush.
"Go bother someone else, you'll wake Zanka up!"
His mother whispered and yelled at him.
Bother.
As if his excitement was nothing but just that.
A bother.
Goka shrunk on himself. Hunching his shoulders as he dropped his
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His joy and excitement was greeted with silence without so much as a glance.
He pulled the staff closer to his chest, his smile dropping just a smidge as he repeated his words.
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His joy and excitement was greeted with silence without so much as a glance.
He pulled the staff closer to his chest, his smile dropping just a smidge as he repeated his words.
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....
But when he got home, excited, happily, the unfiltered joy coursing through his veins, his footsteps were heavy and rapid.
Goka happily showed them his chosen weapon.
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But when he got home, excited, happily, the unfiltered joy coursing through his veins, his footsteps were heavy and rapid.
Goka happily showed them his chosen weapon.
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It spoke to him.
Aggressive.
Feral.
Wild.
And with a presence that didn't is forced to be reckoned with.
Goka made sure he would be seen.
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It spoke to him.
Aggressive.
Feral.
Wild.
And with a presence that didn't is forced to be reckoned with.
Goka made sure he would be seen.
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At 15, he was proficient. Unstoppable. Strong and lethal on the field even when given with a wooden weapon.
He had learned how to handle several, all for approval.
And when the time came where they were finally given the chance to choose their weapon,
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At 15, he was proficient. Unstoppable. Strong and lethal on the field even when given with a wooden weapon.
He had learned how to handle several, all for approval.
And when the time came where they were finally given the chance to choose their weapon,
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And all is well.
Those were enough.
It kept Goka going despite the hollow that grows
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And all is well.
Those were enough.
It kept Goka going despite the hollow that grows
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Love.
Time.
He didn't resent him He couldn't. It wasn't his fault.
Not when Zanka would reach for him and touch his finger as if sensing his distress.
So Goka pushed on.
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Love.
Time.
He didn't resent him He couldn't. It wasn't his fault.
Not when Zanka would reach for him and touch his finger as if sensing his distress.
So Goka pushed on.
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And whilst he was bleeding and pooling the dirt with his sweat, Zanka had to do nothing but smile and wave and babble random
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And whilst he was bleeding and pooling the dirt with his sweat, Zanka had to do nothing but smile and wave and babble random
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He had to earn it.
He had to do something to deserve it.
Achievements.
Goals.
How well he did with his training.
It all became part of what he had to do to get noticed.
Goka never tried throwing tantrums.
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He had to earn it.
He had to do something to deserve it.
Achievements.
Goals.
How well he did with his training.
It all became part of what he had to do to get noticed.
Goka never tried throwing tantrums.
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His little brother is precious.
At 12, Goka started his training to be a hell guard.
And at the same time, affection and attention became sparse when it was given to
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His little brother is precious.
At 12, Goka started his training to be a hell guard.
And at the same time, affection and attention became sparse when it was given to
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She didn't even have to coo at him, all she had to do was touch his tiny hands and he would stop.
Goka briefly wondered if he just didn't know how to do it right.
Still, he dotted on Zanka.
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She didn't even have to coo at him, all she had to do was touch his tiny hands and he would stop.
Goka briefly wondered if he just didn't know how to do it right.
Still, he dotted on Zanka.
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And he would witness his sister, Kyouka, take one smile at Zanka and he would stop.
And if Goka briefly thought back if Kyouka ever smiled at him like that, it was quickly pushed away by
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And he would witness his sister, Kyouka, take one smile at Zanka and he would stop.
And if Goka briefly thought back if Kyouka ever smiled at him like that, it was quickly pushed away by
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It drove Goka insane.
Because Zanka only cried when he was with him.
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It drove Goka insane.
Because Zanka only cried when he was with him.
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