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EVERYONE COMPARES SANEMI TO A DOG OR A WOLF, BUT I SAY - SANEMI IS A STUPID FUCKING BLACK CAT WHO HAS ZERO BRAIN CELLS

To the people who think Sanemi is desperate for Kanae's attention and is always casing after her...

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I thought for a while and decided to count the facts of my life…

I was baptized as a child, so in theory I am Orthodox. But I literally swallowed my cross. My mother was in Krishnaism for most of my childhood, so she pulled me in too. But, despite everything, I developed my own vision of the world.

And… it mixes Shintoism, shamanism, cosmicism and the theory of reincarnation…

WELL, APPARENTLY THERE WILL NEVER BE ORDER IN MY FISH BRAIN

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Genya Shinazugawa was born in January, when the frosts were already raging outside the walls of their modest home. But he never felt the cold of winter.

How could he, if from the moment he was born, his brother's hands warmed him? He was with his dear older brother more often than with his mother, who went to any part-time job to have money for food and some minimum of things, but little Genya, whose hair was the color of a raven's wing, like a bird, who flew past their house on the day of his birth, smiled so brightly at Sanemi that the elder one thought that there was no cold outside.

How could it be cold when the real sun was sitting on his hands? An eclipse, but full of warmth.

They were similar, but at the same time they were opposites.

And Genya was often so upset about this in childhood, because, of course, he wanted to be like his beloved older brother!

They had the same eyes, similar build, even if Genya hadn't caught up with his brother in height yet, but he was always upset about the color of his hair.

"Aniki, why isn't my hair white like yours? You were born almost in winter too, why is my hair black?" little Genya whined quietly as he and Sanemi sat alone at home one night, waiting for their mother, happy to be out of their father's sight.

Sanemi smiled softly at the question and gently wiped away his little brother's tears, hugging him tighter and gently rocking in place as he pondered the question.

"Because when I was born, winter had just descended on the earth, and our house was the first one it came to, and kissed my hair, so it's white, not like yours or your mom and dad's. And when you were born, there was an eclipse in the sky. The moon covered the sun, and so you were kissed by the shadow of the moon, making your hair like this. I remember seeing your hair white for a few moments," Sanemi says with a mysterious smile, while his heart warms at the sight of Genya listening to him with sincere trust and surprise.

Even if it's just a little fiction to entertain his little brother and calm him down by explaining their differences.

Even if it's not true.

"I... Kissed by the Eclipse?"

"Yes, Genya."

Sometimes I am overcome with an almost animal horror from what is happening. Not only in my life but also around me. But the experience that I had to go through sometimes undermines me too much. For a long time, for several years, I have been haunted by the feeling that I function by some kind of damn miracle. My therapist once expressed the idea that I may have real physical problems that are reflected in my psyche, which simply cannot cope and works in emergency mode, but I cannot allow myself to understand more thoroughly whether this is true. Sometimes I am simply afraid to live, but I am also afraid to die. Sometimes I am so afraid, not understanding why I still continue to survive while my rods are cracking. Perhaps I am just afraid that death will not be a release. I try to think more about things that make me happy, to contemplate more beauty around me, but sometimes fear still takes hold of me, reminding me of the horror of the past from which I escaped. I don't know why I'm writing this here, maybe so that on better days I can read these words again and smile, but this time from relief. Don't pay too much attention to it, I just need an outlet sometimes, apparently, so I don't lose my head completely. And in the end, this is my blog with my stuff, so let this stay here until I return to better days.

“Atleast they got reincarnated together...” I say as multiple tears rolled down my eyes.

The day after tomorrow I will write a continuation of "Sanemi doesn't see color"

I feel like I've been a bit deprived of demons in my work, so is there anyone in particular you'd like me to write about? Feel free, I love all the Upper Moons!

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