My Name is Kaname Metsuga ~ Lust
"So here's how it all started, quite a long time ago. I can't even remember exactly how long it was anymore, but we're talking the span of decades. Back when I was freshly buried, hardly more than a month after my mortal form was burned away, I was already an outsider, hardly worth a passing glance to anyone. I was simply another rat in the streets to them, so like the rat I was, I would scurry away and hide from them for fear of a second death, but there was never any way to escape. They always found me... found me and beat me until I was absolutely senseless, all of my being covered with blood and bruises and horrible numbness and stillness. I think that was the worst part: that dreadful, awful, stifling stillness. I could never stand idleness, so to have it forced on me was a fate worse than I could imagine. It seemed as if the men took pleasure in attacking my legs particularly, perhaps because I always tried to run from them... But who wouldn't? I tried to be courageous and stand up to them, but my body and mind disagreed, and I would flee no matter how much I wished to fight back, time and time again."
"It was during this time that I learned to escape my persecution. Now, I had always liked to meditate, because it took the stillness after the beating and made it productive by focusing the mind, will, and energy, but this time, my usual thoughts were interrupted by a distasteful voice, full of haughtiness and scorn. 'Do you wish to escape?' it asked simply, deeply, almost divinely, resonating inside my chest with exactly what I wanted. An escape... That was my only response to what seemed to be an offer that would never be fulfilled. It occurred to me that I may just be dreaming shortly after that. 'This is no dream, insolent cur,' the voice added in response to that thought, 'Follow my instructions, and you will truly find your escape,' That was the first of many times I spoke to someone in those days, though I wasn't aware of who he was at the time."
"Over the course of days, weeks, months, even years, I honed myself through the instruction of the voice. Every morning, I began my day with a run lasting until I could no longer continue. At the beginning, I'd run for a few minutes before slipping into a jog, but that habit was quickly broken when my route was changed. See, after a few slow jogs, I started having to run past the place where those thugs stayed, so they would chase after me, their favorite whipping boy, with weapons brandished. Nothing motivates quite like the threat of death. At the start, they caught me quickly enough that I could walk home in whatever sorry state they left me, but I always left a marker, a simple rock or something unimpressive to mark the distance I'd gotten that day. Slowly but surely, the distance began to grow, and finally, after a very long time, I could flee from those pursuers until they grew tired, either of the chase or were physically exhausted. But I didn't stop there. I continued running and running and running until it was days, full days, before I had to stop. While this was hard on my body, as sleep deprivation wreaks havoc on the flesh, this intensive and constant training made me, unquestionably the best runner in all of the outer districts, and probably even faster than some shinigami. What came next, though, could only have been a gift from a higher power."
"That's how I first began, it was hard and now I have gained a Sin. The sing of lust, and now I hope to find joy in it,as now as i sit, and wonder to myself of the things I should do. After working so hard physical, i have mentally gotten stronger as well.""So here's how it all started, quite a long time ago. I can't even remember exactly how long it was anymore, but we're talking the span of decades. Back when I was freshly buried, hardly more than a month after my mortal form was burned away, I was already an outsider, hardly worth a passing glance to anyone. I was simply another rat in the streets to them, so like the rat I was, I would scurry away and hide from them for fear of a second death, but there was never any way to escape. They always found me... found me and beat me until I was absolutely senseless, all of my being covered with blood and bruises and horrible numbness and stillness. I think that was the worst part: that dreadful, awful, stifling stillness. I could never stand idleness, so to have it forced on me was a fate worse than I could imagine. It seemed as if the men took pleasure in attacking my legs particularly, perhaps because I always tried to run from them... But who wouldn't? I tried to be courageous and stand up to them, but my body and mind disagreed, and I would flee no matter how much I wished to fight back, time and time again."So Kaname sat down at a bar, remembering all that has happened and wishes to cure his loneliness.
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{Is this Lit enough? I'm a bit tired. }
I'm Yuki yamiko and I stand for Diligence
