"Hey Akir, wake up."
Mitsuye pulled the curtains while a groaning boy woke up from his bed.
"What time is it?"
" About Eight. Mum told me to wake you up."
Both of them were 17 years old. Akir was a orphan adopted by Mitsuye's uncle who died with his wife in an accident. Akir was then brought up by Kasuda, Mitsuye's father. Akir was adopted when he was 5 and brought up by Yasuda from when he was 9. He had been living with his Yasuda for about 8 years. Mitsuye's family treated him with care and always worried about him. Yasuda treated him just like his own son. Same was for his wife. She felt very happy after Yasuda decided to look after Akir.
He was 5'11 had black wavy hair, sand skin and was attractive meanwhile the girl was 5'7 also having black curvy hair, ivory skin and was pretty attractive. Yasuda was the CEO of a shipping company. After his brother's loss he took up Akir under him. He was very fond of him and also felt sorry for him.
Three people sat down to have breakfast while one person rushed down the stairs.
It was Akir. Both the children went to the same school but Akir was one grade lower due to starting school late.
Mitsuye was well versed academically and played few sports while Akir was just average in both. He did not speak much and looked gloomy at school. He was lifeless as if he had no need to live. He was avoided by most kids. They avoided him cause he looked dead if you looked at his eyes. He didn't speak much. His eyes were like an endless black vortex.
He did not think much of Mitsuye. She also understood how lonely he felt and she tried her best to cheer him up always. She would sometimes go out with him or maybe play board games with him and her family.
Things were different when Akir used to live with his foster parents. She had met him a few times and he was different at the time. He looked like he was starting to gain that shine in his eyes. The reason to enjoy life and look forward to the next day. But now it was all just a huge hassle to him. He felt lost and defeated.
After finishing his breakfast Akir headed up to his room and sat down in a daze. He had no plans for Sunday.
"Akir could you go and get some ice cream."
"Sure."
He left to get ice cream. It was a cool summer day.
While walking down the road in shorts and t-shirt he stumbled across a old man at the crosswalk. He noticed something strange. There was no one around them . He had just crossed a bunch of people but as soon as he noticed the old man everyone was gone. He shrug it off.
Akir also saw that there were no vehicles on the road.He looked at the old man. The old man looked to be in his sixties and was speaking some gibberish.
Akir went past him but suddenly felt a strong grab on his shoulder.
"You, you .... I shall choose you for this
You look like you don't have any purpose in your life. I will give you a purpose. A new meaning to that pitiful life of yours.
Akir looked around. Still the entire area at that time was empty no people, no vehicles, not even birds. It felt like the entire world had suddenly gone silent.
"..."
Akir shrug him off and was walking away but he started falling down. His head felt like as if it had been split open. The pain was there for a short while. The old man leaned over him and pierced his chest. The strange part was that there was not blood splattered. Just pure pain. "This will show itself when the time is right. With this you have now become an anchor. In human words an program error.
The man vanished.
The pain in his chest intensified and he was wirthing in agony on the ground. His eyes shut. He felt himself fading away from consciousness. But instead of fear he felt relief. Relief that he was going to die. Aemory of his foster father buying him a car for his birthday played in his head. He was smiling while holding the car. He blacked out. Suddenly people had appeared as if out of thin air. Someone rushed to him. An ambulance was called and Akir was sent to the hospital. On the way he came back through sheer willpower upon remembering his new familys memory but again felt his consciousness getting dimmer and dimmer. His body had become numb. He slowly passed away from his body. At the hospital the doctor declared that he had gone into a coma and was not sure about when he would wake up. It was a brain coma and the body was unresponsive for a while but after some time his fingers twitched. And that was it.