Red Ribbon of Fate 1
Takumi was always prone to having the worst of nightmares. But one night, a certain nightmare haunted him greatly even when he woke up. Startled by this, it was up to Kamui to try and help him.
The child shuddered coldly as he knelt on the ground.
His hands were cold, each pad of his fingers felt like ice to the touch. His palms were callous, the skin white and cracked against the rough brush of his cheeks. Sunset orange eyes gawked at the ground, gawked at nothing until vision blurred into a haze. Black pupils dotted and vibrated. Red veins split and formed. Parted mouth forced out weak, choky wheezes. Harshly he took a breath. Roughly he coughed one out.
Light then beamed from above, flashing a figure sprawled right before his very eyes.
And the moment he saw who it was, the poor child had his jaw hanging and stretching until muscles began to strain.