Confirming The Lost of Willpower

The clean radiant early morning sunlight shone across the azure sky on Neo Tokyo City alongside the breezy wind blowing throughout the high buildings. The rent house was also one of the buildings being included within the list for the wind to pass by, blessing the warmful atmosphere.

Inside the rented house, Hatoshi recently awakened from his comfort slumber as he stood near the door of the schoolgirl's bedroom. A gentle smile cleanly bloomed through his lips when he fixated his stare on Yuna who still fell into warmful sleep with her eyes remaining close in sereneness.

He blew a sigh of relief before steering back his attention onto the bedroom door and placing his hand on the handler. Then, Hatoshi slid the door onto the left and granted him access to the outside of his close partner's bedroom.

Inevitable guilt clouded his shaky eyebrows, and he hurriedly closed his eyes for a brief time to prevent himself from drowning in despair again. As the schoolboy ventured deeper into the bedrooms outside, Yuna awakened from her sleep by opening her eyes, shimmering red flashes shortly.

Around few minutes passed, Hatoshi took a huge sip of his chocolate milk from the tube-shaped glass as half of the liquid flooded down into him. He breathed out the satisfaction air and neatly placed the glass on the right side of the wooden table.

The schoolboy rested his exhausted back by leaning on the chair for extending the relaxing flow this early morning. His eyes gazed at the wooden interior above, revealing his wondering eyebrows to the scenery.

The indelible memory of Hatoshi's recent failure of indirectly choosing the selfish path forced him to wince in anxiousness. Unnerving sweats began to shower his entire forehead and felt both of his hands vibrating with shrouding fear and regret invaded the entirety of the schoolboy's mind.

Hatoshi hastily clenched both his hand into a hardened clenching fist, gusting all the fear and regrets that furnacing his thought or even his current morning. The schoolboy moved down his neck away from capturing the above view and perceived his sight onto the glass. However, a glimpse of the shocking guest would soon appear within the reflection of the glass. He gasped and steered his glance onto the left,

Shivering despair flooded Hatoshi made he got from his wooden chair into a shivering standing position and trembled both of his eyebrows. He shakily dropped his jaw with molten flashes gleaming through his face, resembling sunlight hovering closed with him.

The person was revealed to be The Blazing Hero of Neo Tokyo, Sparror stood near the exit door with a disheartened glare shining through his gleaming eyes. The Flaming Hero shook anxiously his head, overwhelmed by the disappointment toward his human host who slowly colored his face with a whimper of guilt.

Infuriating frustration and defiance impinged his motion as his entire limbs were trapped in flabbergasting. Only his despondent grasping hand was hoisted into The Flaming Hero, gritting his teeth in an anxiousness especially when Sparror turned around. Thoughts of his alter ego abandoning his side exploded and ordered his flabbergasted legs to take a hasty step forwards.

"Sparror, please can we just have…a talk for a minute?" Hatoshi demanded with a pleading tone, taking sluggish approaching steps in his Superhero-self's direction.

Unfortunately, The Flaming Hero didn't create any significant response as if his human self's pleading voice was muted. Hatoshi released a groaned in tormented desperation and forced himself to initiate rushing steps toward Sparror who was now narrowly closer to reaching the door.

"Sparror, wait!!" Hatoshi shouted at top of his lungs, blurting out the struggling demand toward his heroic alter ego.

The recent shout of Hatoshi halted The Flaming Hero from fleeing further and swiftly steered back his attention. A grimace frown bloomed on Hatoshi's face as he stopped the rushing steps. Instead, The schoolboy took a few steps back with his dreaded-shivering feet toward the gloomy view in the front.

Hatoshi inanimately witnessed the tainted blood-red sparks glimmering through both of the enraged eyes of The Flaming Hero, wiping out every trace of the yellow lights. The wrathful Sparror pointed his finger, shrouded the entire armored hands with the swarming crimson blaze, and groaned a contorting growl.

"Goodbye!!" Sparror whispered with a mangling voice, torched up the sobering anger and vindictiveness.

Therefore, The Flaming Hero was completely devoured by the wild crimson flames across his armored body before dissolved in an instant. No traces of Sparror was no longer to be seen by Hatoshi's eyes, leaving him with a sorrowful look being polished on his entire frozen face.

The mark of his heroic self was no longer staying by his side, forcing Hatoshi to anxiously bite his dreaded lips of despair. Witnessing the grim reality even pushed him to keep walking back and encountered the lingering defiance encroaching the depth of his mind.

The unavoidable defiance convinced Hatoshi to shake his head constantly and spread the flooding of sweat droplets from his forehead. A continuous gasping kept exhaling from the schoolboy's throat, commencing his neck to the back and locked his sight toward the kitchen table.

'Sorry to say this….Sparror hasn't fully left me unless….' Hatoshi bickered in flooding frustration, discovering the suitable object for his next activity related to returning the recently lost bond with his alter ego.

More precisely, the schoolboy locked his daunting gaze onto the knife laying down on top of a cotton-white kitchen table. At first, hesitation stung him as Hatoshi threw his skeptical glare away from ever capturing the glimpse of the knife and cried out a despondent creak from his lung.

A feeling of conflict streamed through Hatoshi's motion as latched his trembling fingers below his chin, holding the strong determination. Determination for preventing him from jumping into a grievous and burdensome path due to one of his eyes locked toward the left shivering hand.

Eventually, the determination on holding his urge shattered into untraceable pieces as he forcefully commanded his vibrating feet to step forward. An echoing noise of swallowing a gulp of his saliva resonated with Hatoshi warily declaring an attempt to gain the courage on committing his action.

The schoolboy finally arrived on the side near the kitchen table and hurriedly grabbed the laying down knife by plunging down his grip. A seemingly neverending hefty breath was released out through Hatoshi's lung like containing unstable steam, tightening the struggling hold on the knife handler.

'Maybe….this…is…the only way to awaken him.' Hatoshi's thought.

The harrowing sounds of the people shrieked and screeched in inescapable agony furnaced within the depth of his mind and veins. The schoolboy was in fact overwhelmed by the crowding sound of the neverending agony that he plunged down the knife to the left forehand, ending the existence of the harrowing screams.

Splashes of blood dredged out, showering both the chair and the white table near Hatoshi who recently closed his dejected eyes. A screech of excruciating pain howled out through the schoolboy's opened mouth before forcibly biting his lips, sprinkling out the tiny blood splashes.

The recent action nullified the screeching noise from extending its period of filling the whole scenery of the room. Hatoshi laggardly opened his despondent-shaking eyes after the noise of his out loud pain faded away entirely without any remains or tracest left anymore.

A frozen shock haunted the schoolboy's gaze as he witnessed not only the knife cleanly impaled his forehand, fiery strings emerged and dimmed like a dying light. Fiery strings finally dissolved within the naked eyes of Hatoshi.

The sense of hopelessness frosted the schoolboy's beating heart and bowed down his head. He even uncontrollably breathed out the sore gasping of being devastated and shocked after watching the crystal clear outcome of his recent action on awakening or occupying the mantle of his heroic identity.

'This means….I lost….my willpower on becoming Sparror.' Hatoshi was flabbergasted through his thought before the defiance of accepting this reality took over his mind.

'No, I had…to…do it again!!' Hatoshi muttered, shedding waterfall tears with him being consumed by the unbending desperation. 'That incident…will never break my heroic spirit no matter what!!'

Hatoshi groaned in an enraged demeanor and continued, 'Even though….I'm aware Yuna will truly find out I'm…Sparror, I didn't have any choice left.'

Hatoshi rushedly retreated the impaling blade of the knife away until reaching the spot above his head. He was now on the brink of commencing the second round with him frowning and gritting his teeth, flowing the frustration to swindling his head as he shook it left to right, hardened the holding grip, and trumpeted the sound of bone cracking.

"STOP IT, HATOSHI!!!" The familiar feminine voice screamed out in distress when Hatoshi hurtled down his knife.

The plunging knife was stopped on reaching Hatoshi's skin and glancing to the left side, triggering a sense of dismayed with the view he witnessed someone familiar. The person who was none other than his close partner, Yuna planted a worried frown on him.

The schoolgirl slowly walked closer in his direction and quickly heaved her shivering palm the closer she got to reaching her close partner. The line of bleeding from Hatoshi's forehand rapidly dropped down on the wooden floor, forcing her to embrace the look of horror when she caught the glimpse of the blood

Nevertheless, Yuna closed her eyes briefly before an impervious assertive glare was wide open. She briskly folded her close partner's bleeding forehand with her gentle palm that let out a ceaseless gasped like a person feeling his lung being pressed by a heavy object and raised his disconcerting stare.

"Stabbing yourself will not be a guarantee of…bringing Sparror back." Yuna insisted as her voice flourished with worriedness and continued with a pleading tone. "Please stop this…Hatoshi. I already knew your secret for a while."

"Ever since you had that accident, I saw on the spark of flame went out from your body when you were still in the recovery tank" Yuna added firmly

The revelation frosted all of Hatoshi's limbs and the course of his veins as he stood helplessly without any attempt on showing a motion. He even felt as if the time was stopped, luring Yuna to rub her bleeding hand and stretching up her eyes filled with only concern.

"I'm okay with you hiding your secret, but I didn't like watching you like this." Yuna pleaded, shedding a line of tears on her. "This is not the right way on regaining your heroic spirit, Hatoshi."

Yuna folded both her hand on Hatoshi's bleeding forehand and sighed before she said, "Let me help you on…gaining back your will to become a hero."

"Before that, can you please tell me what's really happening first?" Yuna requested, bowing down her head.

"Yuna.." Hatoshi uttered.

The schoolboy hurriedly tossed the knife onto the floor after the quiet time he spent witnessing his close partner expanding her worried and pitiful sight. A long deep breath was inhaled by Hatoshi in order to at least gain a little sense of calmness within him, briefly revealing a whimper jaw.

"I'm sorry….I'm sorry for…letting you see me….like this, I'm sorry." Hatoshi said, filled with staggering regret.

Yuna could only unfold her smile of acceptance toward the schoolboy and gently rubbed his left shoulder, cleansing his burdening thoughts as he reluctantly formed a gladful smirk. Furthermore, the stabbing wound on his forehand speedily regenerated and began to be reverted back to normal when Hatoshi tilted his head to the right, embracing the gladness within.

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