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[02/16] A Chance That Drifts Beneath the Sky

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Shizuo stomped forward, children scampering and stumbling away left and right as he approached, their faces screwing up into watery-eyed, snot-nosed agony as a reaction to the monstrous contortion of his own, vibrating from the pent-up range.

The playground had a standard layout, with leathery, beaten-down swing seats swaying violently back and forth under the strain of older brats continuously standing on top of them, but sustained in the decades past by long dulled and creaking chains, surrounded by a flood of sand upon which most sat around in, pulling either the opposite gender’s hair or building deformed castles. The jungle gym nearby that Kasuka lazed back upon, in contrast, was a few inches deep in artificial, peaty ground, a little ways away from the playhouse and monkey bars. The entire area was encircled by great deal of wooded and cleared parkland, alders and oaks predominant.

The boy slowly hunted the source of the screeching wail, growing more ear-piercing by the second, around the circular concrete boundary of the playground. After a few lull moments, suddenly, his head whipped to one side, causing any children still lingering (perhaps curious about whether he was after cats to kill) to squeal in terror, their heels grinding back even after he spun around and bounded past them, a horrifying grin stretching from ear to ear.

Shizuo stalked about the most enormous oak in the park, rising what seemed to be hundreds of kilometers to awed littler boys and girls (he knew better, of course; the sky was only a hundred kilometers high, so the tree couldn’t reach higher than that), branches spread far out, shadowing stretches of tranquil, rolling grass. As he quietly preyed closer, his nails digging into the wood and clawing an inch into it as he wound round, red seemed to blind his vision.

He breathed ragged breaths, a forced dimple convulsing above the clench of his teeth once his gaze narrowed in on his weeping dribble-nosed, tear-bleared, sticky-handed target. Somewhere in the air, bloodlust danced, and that bloodlust was suddenly driven through the nostrils of one Heiwajima Shizuo.