The World We Do Not Know - 165 Tsumugi And Faus

On the other side of the palace, A kid of Faust’s age seems to be training with a sword, but the way he is holding the sword is different as he is holding the sword upside down in his hands.

“This world is cursed! I will get stronger and purge this world filled with evil.” Markos says as he practices.

Someone else is training to become stronger than everyone in the world. Same goal as Faust, but where will their ideals lead them to?

Markos is naturally a good kid with a mom and sister.

*past*

Medellin is one among the cities of Aztecc. The rainbow-coloured housings were settled on the mountain plains, each connected to others with their roofs joining. The whole city held upright houses close to each other that may even have terraces, to serve as a passage between two. An aerial view would present a bright glittering rainbow painted on the whole hill. Elders and kids always seem to interact with each other in the very streets. There is one huge escalator in between the city which goes up the hill. There were malls, schools, markets and entertainment stops on either side of the escalator.

Here, some school kids and elders are gathered around to watch a show of someone entertaining them in between the crowd.

“Wahaha, who is this kid? How did you find him? He is so funny!” One of the school girl who is 10yrs old, talks to her friend beside her while laughing at the person in front of them.

“Ehh, this is the kid I told you about who does things for us when we give him money. He is either autistic or his brain stopped growing. He has no father. His mother is sick. But this fool comes to entertain people for money and he buys food and chocolates for himself haha.” Her friend responds mockingly at him.

“Eh, too bad for him. He is blind on top of it? Hah, I’m glad he was alive till now.” The girl replies back.

The guy who is entertaining them indeed is Autistic. He cannot interpret what is happening in the world. All he knows is food and snacks. And for that needs money. He entertains people, by doing what they ask. “Roll like a dog”

“scratch your head like a monkey”

“flip around”

“get dirty in the sand”.

The things people ask from him and he does, in return they give him 1kani a person.

Kani is the global currency of 5062. A small coin made of a mysterious black metal only made in the land of Nobles and royals.

The people laugh in  joy while clapping hands, making the autistic kid do whatever they want, without a hint of humanity or concern providing him necessities let alone quality life.

After the boy is done with gathering money, He walks away with a goofy smile on his face. His shirt and shorts are torn in some places and his hair is messy. He delightfully went to a small shop, packed some food and snacks with chocolates and went home.

“It’s Big brother! He’s back.” A small 6yr/o girl comes to receive her blind brother.

She takes the food and snacks from his hands. He walks while touching and sensing his surroundings and slowly reaches his mother who is sick on a bed and sits beside her.

“Why are you doing this Mark! Why are you acting like you have an Autism? Why are you letting people make a mockery of you? You shouldn’t deceive anybody. Nor should you worry about your mother anymore. She will no longer live.” His mom says with a crying voice and wet eyes while holding his hand in between hers.

“Don’t ever say that mom. I will protect you! I will save you! I will take care of you and little Shizuka myself. And people like calling me autistic. They like to make me dance on their wishes. They like the mask I wear.” Mark explains to his mom. His faces show how much he despises people because of the life he is living.

“People like masks, not the person. I will wear a perfect one for everybody. Let them think I’m playing on their will. In reality, I will be laughing behind my mask, making them play as I will.” Mark says with pure contempt as he dwells deeper into the darkness. He views this world with his hooded blind eyes.

*Back in Medellin in the dark streets*

“Haha yes! Get him! Beat him up!”

“Don’t waste this opportunity guys, let all your anger vent out.”

“You blind piece of shit! How dare you not visit us the past week, you know we need to let out our frustration every week don’t you? Why! Why the fuck!”

A blind kid is on the ground in the middle of a very narrow and dark street. And teens of 16 yr old are stomping on his head. His hair is dirtied by their shoes and clothes are not able to hold the hard blows.

His eyebrow is cut and swollen, a guy is stomping on his face hard, the kid can feel the hardness of the guy’s shoe heel on his left cheek. It is crushing his skull deep into the dirt. It is getting harder to even breathe. Storm-like punches and stomps are raining over him.

*Heavy breaths~*

“You better be here on time next week. Or we are going to expose your little truth that you are not autistic to the people of this city and we will rape your mom and little sis you got it? You blind fuck!”

“Haha well said Akhito! you better remember that blind kid! You are going to spread your blindness to us and make us foolish blind people too if we let you loose on the streets.” A teen with curly hair shouts in the face of Markos who is barely breathing on the ground.

The 7 teens walk away after peeing on Mark and kicking his gut once and twice as a parting gift. They’re not satisfied with this but wanted to save their punching bag for next week.

Mark searches for his bags of food and snacks for his mom and sis. He realises it is spilled all over the place. Stream of warm tears crawl down his cheeks  instantly, breaking his strong emotional fencing.

The punches, insults and kicks did not break him internally but the thought of having no food to feed his mom and sister tore his heart and the sadness he held in his throat.

The money he earned by acting like an Autistic, killing his pride and doing what people made him do has gone to waste. He left the rice but tried to pick up the snacks. He gently wiped off the dirt and started putting them in his bag.

His whole body is hot and his legs are quivering and jittering like the legs of a newborn, making him unable to stand.

He tries to stand up twice and fails to do so. His frustration and tears increase with the fail of his 3 more attempts.

He finally gives up and sits in the dust to catch a breath.

Footsteps are heard coming from behind him but Mark is lost in his own thoughts to notice any sound.

Suddenly two hands grabbed him from behind and started applying a medicinal gel gently to his bruises.

Being startled from the touch Markos shouts out loudly “Wh-Who is it?” From his lungs.

“It’s me Markos! Don’t be scared, I will carry you home.” A warm and soothing voice of an old man is heard.

It was the old blind man from the retirement house that Mark sits with all the time.

“G-grandpa! Why can’t people just be nice? I just wish I could die and be released from this pain.” Markos asks with a pain filled voice.

The words from the kid breaks the heart of the old man. It is beyond his imagination that a kid has spoken these words. God knows what he is going through in his life to have said it.

“I will purge this world.” Markos keeps working on his techniques and physical strength.

–

“What are you thinking about madam Tsumugi.” The head butler of the branch of Tsumugi asks the head of his house.

“I was just thinking about how lucky we are to come across Faust in the lower city, that not only saved our house from the purge but also made us one of the top five houses to look out for. I’m just so happy.” Tsumugi says with a bright smile on her face.

“But Madam, We still do not know the story of how Faust met with you guys.” The head butler replies and the maids come sit around Tsumugi asking her to tell the story of how they met faust.

*past*

Exactly a year ago. In the colorful city of medellin. The gentle breeze of wind carrying the delicate perfumes of humid on concrete roads.

Peaceful clear skies with few clouds passing by, without a care for the world. Sweet fragrance of fruits and flowers being docked in their respective outlets.

Heavy sounds of rustling metal as the escalators are getting ready with purple glow from beneath them.

His black hair is at moderate length at sides but the front hovers above his right eye stretching to his right ear, with a small ponytail behind. He is a little tall at 5’10” with a slim yet strong body.

He got on the same bus that Tsumugi is travelling in disguised as a commoner.

“Aion! Are you here?” He utters in his usual tone as he scans through every single seat hoping for Aion’s reply. Instead, he caught the attention of every single person in the bus turning back towards him, staring at him as if he has committed some sin.

It is turning out to be more awkward for Faust. he is thinking if these people don’t  have any other work rather than just keep staring at him. “Ummm… Aion is my friend,I thought he got into this bus as well! Please don’t mind me.” Faust tries to explain to the passengers in a shy tone.

When Faust is thinking, nothing could go wrong. The doors of the bus closed tightly and the bus started to move.

He just lowers his head, as the bus has picked up it’s pace.

The truth however is, Aion ditched Faust to go out with a girl. Faust is from a remote village, he used to speak whatever that comes to his head. Which made many girls feel weird and left in the middle  from a double date, which also ruined Aion’s date. Which made Aion abandon Faust this time.

Seeing that there is nothing he can do anymore. Faust walks up and stands a few feet away from the driver and looks all around facing the passengers head on.

All the people in the bus are busy talking to each other or looking somewhere else, but whenever Faust is scanning through every seat to see if Aion got in. The passengers catches Faust looking at them and gives him glares at the same time he looks towards the seat.

It gets more embarrassing and uneasy to the point that Faust feels guilty for even looking at them.

“Kid I don’t know about your friend but are you going to pay for your trip or stand there and leave without paying? Tsch I know the tricks you kids play these days.” The driver says to Faust with an annoyed tone.

Faust’s face shrunk all the way inside. First it was passengers who glared at him as a weirdo, now the driver called him a scammer.

He did not say anything than feel embarrassed to his core. He is thinking how he even ended up in this situation.

“Hai, I will pay you mister, don’t worry about money, I’m not a scammer or something” Faust says with a low voice as he suppresses his anger. On the inside, he want to beast up this cocky driver and Aion to a plump.

“Haha if you don’t have money I can pay for you kid!” a middle aged woman joins her voice smiling brightly while watching Faust.