Kenta Nishimura… the middle child of the Nishimura family. His father is a proud figure in the law side of things and is known for taking any case with stride. Whether good or evil he will defend his client with a force of ten lions. Because of this, he has gotten some dangerous people out of trouble.

His words were nearly almighty and with them, he was able to bend reality to his desire to have some people scratch their heads at how some of these people could even get out of their heinous crimes.

Murderers… being swayed to act as victims. Young teens who gotten into trouble were spared a valuable lesson due to their parents having deep pockets. Kenta’s father has acquired many enemies over the years, but…

None of that mattered to him. All he cared about was doing his job. He didn’t care if the person he was helping was the Devil himself as long as he did his job correctly and won the battle of words then he would feel satisfied.

Kenta himself didn’t have this fierce personality to him, nope instead he’s very different from his stern and cold-hearted father. The young man merely loved the effects of jokes and dedicated his life to becoming a prankster. While to others he was merely a nuisance.

School was over for today and it couldn’t have come to an end any sooner. Kenta had to hear Fukuharu whine and complain about how their plan failed. It was painful since it took him a few hours to come up with such a script. Everything would have gone perfectly if he wasn’t such a clutz.

The two boys were now walking home from school, not worried about what the other students would say about them. It would raise a lot of questions, but as for right now, that didn’t matter.

Kenta, sighed, running a hand through his medium-length pink locks. He was a rather tall and sturdy young man standing at about six feet. He also adopted the malicious yellow eyes from his father. His body was rather lanky and even though he didn’t play any sports he was still moderately defined.

“Listen… it isn’t the end of the world. Our plan didn’t work today, but maybe there will be another way.”

Fukuharu chuckled for a moment, his demeanor instantly changing.

Toshiro Fukuharu… his reputation at the school painted him as a demon. He was a part of an infamous gang that often tormented the other students for their three years of school. They got into a lot of fights and injured a lot of people.

The young man stood at five foot nine inches and was fairly built despite his age. Probably due to all of the fights he had gotten into it certain hardened him. He had brown eyes and black hair which he kept slicked back and kept together with a headband.

“I don’t really care about that anymore.”

“What? Really? You certainly move on quick.”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just… look.”

Fukuharu stopped, shifting his feet to face Kenta while resting his fist against the palm of his hands. A gentle breeze of wind passed by them, ruffling their clothes and hair.

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“I realized I can’t really control how people think of me. I don’t want to. Whether they fear me, or dislike me for my past, I don’t mind.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I appreciate you looking out for me though. I didn’t think I could take you seriously with everything you’ve done in the past.”

“Come on, man. You can’t tell me you want to leave your past behind and then hold mine against me.”

“Haha, no, it’s just. I took you as someone who would make light of what I was going through.”

“You haven’t figured me out then. I don’t take many things seriously, but I’m not heartless. I could tell this was weighing heavily on you.”

Fukuharu released a soft sigh before raising his right hand into the air. “You busy? I’d love to talk some more. There’s a lot I want to open up about, but I don’t want anyone to overhear.”

“Yeah, that’s cool. There’s a nice little meat shop I know that isn’t too far from here. We could go there.”

“What a lovely suggesstion. All right, I’m totally down!”

…

Moments later the two students were seen sitting down at a booth with plates of meat decorated around the table. Most of it was beef cutlets along with

“I woke up one morning and wanted to turn my life around. I realized that gang stuff wouldn’t get me far, or what I truly wanted out of my future.” Fukuharu started while stuffing some meat in his face.

“So, you had an epipphany of sorts? I wonder what prompted that.”

“I don’t know, but… orginally I was pretty much dropped from school. So I had to beg the school to let me return…”

“Really…? How did that even go?”

Fukuharu groans as he remembers that fateful day. It was as clear as a crystal:

“Please, I beg of you! Please, please!”

“No. Please get out of my office, Fukuharu. I have a-”

Fukuharu soon got down on his knees, slamming his head into the concrete as he started to cry a bit. “Please… I just need one more chance. I really want to be a better student and turn my life around! I-I just need this!”

“Fukuharu… what has possibly changed? How can I believe that you’ll take your work seriously?”

Fukuharu soon raised his head and stared at the principal with a determined look.

Returning to the present, Kenta couldn’t help but start laughing profoundly.

“You… really got down on your knees and begged him to let you back in!? That’s hilarious!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t dwell on that too much. The important thing is I was able to persuade him.”

“How were you…? You didn’t explain that?”

“Kenta… I have a talent. A gift… I can draw. I was always good at it, but I didn’t know how to utilize it until I started breaking away from my old group of friends. Since I had suffered a great loss, I decided I wanted to express it and so… I started a story.”

“Huh…? That’s actually surprising. I wouldn’t picture you as someone capable of that, haha!”

“Shut up! I’m not your typical delinquent. Besides… this is how I was able to sway the principle. I’m going to become a manga artist and then I’ll have my story be published for all to see!”

“That’s a pretty big dream. Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

“Well, yeah. The principal took it well, but I never really asked anyone else about how they felt. Like, this is a very intimate story to me. It’s like opening a part of my soul.”

“And you want to share that with me?”

“You’re the only person I can show it too! I need your honest feedback! I want the brutal truth if I sense you’re lying I’m going to pound you into the ground!” Fukuharu was serious. His tone of voice was a dead giveaway. Some of the other customers started to stare…

“Ok, ok, calm down. I’ll give you my honest opion. Go ahead.”

“All right… so…” He started to rub his nose as his cheeks flushed red. “My story is about a boy named Terios. He’s a Nephilim who’s being hunted by Angels. A long the road he meets a woman named Kimi… his love interest and… it’s magical man. They really care for one another and start to fall in love.”

“. . .”

“Of course there’s a lot of conflict, but at the end of it all they always manage to fall back into each other’s arms. I know this is going to be a big hit.”

“Sounds, all right, I guess. I’d certainly watch it. I can’t really judge it since, to me it sounds like you really are going to give this everything you’ve got.”

“I promised myself I’d get it published. But, I want it to be authentic. I want the meaning behind it to hit everyone. To show them even if someone says you’re bad… that you don’t have to be. All you need is one person to believe in you.”

“I beleive you can do it, Fukuharu. I’ll be rooting for ya.” Kenta gave him a thumbs up.

Little did they know… two students who went to their high school was sitting near and heard all of the chatter. All they could do at this moment was chuckle lightly.