The Day I Picked Up Chuuya

It was a normal night when a huge explosion suddenly rocked Suribachi, decimating everything in its path and leaving a deep crater in its wake. At the very centre of it all, a small seven-year-old boy lay unconscious amidst the devastation.

In another life, he would wake and crawl out of the hole on his own, living day-to-day scrounging for scraps before an organization of street kids took him in.

In this life, there was a patter of footsteps, small and light, that crept up to the unconscious ginger. It paused for a long while, taking in the sight, before small hands heaved the boy up and whisked him away. Suribachi was reported to have no survivors that night, not even in any government files.