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A Funeral home is an establishment that prepares the dead to be buried or to be cremated. And it seemed that for Asahi, they were now home for an unofficial custody battle between his father’s sister and his mother's brother. The court has already decided who he’d stay with, and yet his mother’s family had some opinions about the court's choices. “He's seventeen! We don't need to foster him, he's practically an adult!” His father’s sister, a person whom he recognised by the name of Aoi, sneered. “That's my point! Asahi is seventeen! Who will help him become a man? Who will guide him if we aren't present?” Yelled his mother’s brother. “This isn't a way to behave at a funeral!” an old woman cried.
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Asahi nodded his head, silently agreeing. This was no way to behave in a funeral home indeed. Especially when it's a funeral for their siblings. His parents died in an accident only two weeks ago. Ever since, life has been a blur for him. He had been packing up and moving from house to house since then. His father's family wanted him gone, his mother’s family wanted custody. And yet, at the same time, neither of the families wanted to keep him around. He could not blame them.
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He looked intimidating. He was tall enough that he looked like he was collapsing on himself. His hair, needing a trim, fell onto his face like ink dripping down a canvas. His eyes looked heavy, as though they could've shut down on him at any given moment. His frail figure, shaking as though it would shatter with any unexpected movement. And his pale, thin, skin that stretched over his body, barely covering his ribs. He was odd. It would've been odd to truly want custody of him, if it wasn't done out of loyalty to their siblings.
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“Are you saying my sister didn't raise Asahi to be a man? You disrespect your brother with that sentence!” His mother’s brother shouted, slightly pushing his aunt in the process. Aoi stumbled slightly, regaining her balance shortly. “Don't you dare speak my brother's name when you are so keen on abandoning his son!” and he heard a slap.
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It was that slap that forced him to accept the truth that was glaring at him. He was truly unwanted. That slap directed at him, he knew it deep down. Her anger, her grief, desperation and her utter hatred for Asahi. It was never meant to be given to his uncle, it should have been to his face. The tears in her eyes. The look she gave him when he first appeared at her doorstep, only 2 days after the death of her younger brother. It said all he needed to know.
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Asahi Aikawa was truly unwanted.
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