The Cursed Bloodline

The Cursed Bloodline
I Shake My Warm Hands, or Cold Hands Full of My Blood


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Aora pulled Mirai out of the monitoring room. The people who were in the room started to be astonished by Mirai's cold demeanor.


"Actually, what was Mirai thinking? " asked Hanna with a worried expression.


No response from Ms. Shiyuu, he also looked confused by what Mirai said just now.


How can a medical team be able to issue cold words in the presence of a critical patient.


................. ...


Aora takes Mirai to the middle of a small park, next to the hospital building. His hands still faithfully clasped Mirai's hands, leading her down a large tree near the garden.


The quick steps began to stop. Aora's back was racing, indicating her breathing was unstable. Slowly he began to take a deep breath and began to calm down.


"Now, try telling me why you don't want to help that little girl? " ask Aora while turning to face Mirai


Her hand held onto Mirai's shoulder gently with a look of hope, Mirai gave a good explanation of her current condition.


" What's...... That girl you can't save? "ask quietly, the sound of weight began to sound bright.


Aora looked at Mirai with her brownish-red eyes fixed, while waiting for a response from Mirai.


Mirai returned Aora's gaze with a cold look, eyes as beautiful as those lafenders as if there were no emotions.


"I told you so, it's not that I can't help him with my kenkou. I just didn't want to save her" said Mirai Firmly


"Why did I save the boy, whose village was destroyed? " mirai answered turning her face away, as if she did not care about Aora's expression.


Aora was frozen still, her conscious hand while holding Mirai's small shoulder began to slip. His reddish-brown eyes trembled, as if unable to believe the reply of the girl in front of him.


Mirai walked away from Aora.


"If you consider me a kind and warm girl, you're wrong! I'm not that kind of girl" Mirai concluded


"Aa.... One more thing, do not consider your perception that justice can only be given a warm 'hand. Not that, the suffering you are going through is the single most bitter thing in the world.


You should not look from the luminous side alone, but from the dark side as well" Mirai continued as he left Aora


Aora could only freeze over what Mirai said, she felt she did not know the figure before her.


..........


The day has changed. Mirai was locking the door to her apartment and preparing to leave for work. He stepped up to the stairs to go down.


Tock.... Geck... Geck...


There were slow footsteps coming down from the top floor, that person was Aora.


There is no typical 'yo' of Aora, or Mirai's nagging every time she meets Aora in the morning. They just stand still without saying hello.


Eyes as beautiful as lafender meet with brownish red eyes, equally emotionless and cold.


Aora took her eyes off Mirai, ignoring the girl standing in front of her. He passed Mirai and went down without a word.


Chilling......


That was what Aora saw, her sweet attitude seemed to disappear and replaced the sharp gaze from her eyes.


So like this Aora's cold demeanor, so dark?


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Mirai came to the hospital as usual. The condition of one of the rooms there still seems quiet. Be aware.... There was no activity at 7am. Only a few medical teams started working.


From afar, Hanna was carrying some documents in front of Mirai. There was no cheerful smile and the nimble demeanor Hanna used to show Mirai, she just greeted Mirai by bowing her head slightly. Then leave Mirai alone.


People whispered something, and looked at Mirai full of judgment. Rumors about a cold-hearted medical team quickly spread among the hospitals, of course it was shown to Mirai.


T-the cold gazes of those people were as if everything was aimed at me.....


Mirai's body trembled and froze, people's gazes as if judging his decision were being directed at him. He ran away from those people.


Brakkkkk..........


Hanna's voice slammed the documents right in front of Shiyuu.


"I'm not out of thought, there's still a cold heartless person like Mirai. I already assumed he was my own friend, but what the hell was that attitude? If he was able to heal the little boy, why would he do nothing! " Hanna Protest


Shiyuu stood up to Hanna who was upset, She patted Hanna's shoulder gently.


"Sometimes what a person shows does not represent the person's true self. Only the feeling of mutual understanding can see into one's soul. If you consider Mirai a friend, you should be able to see into her soul." Shiyuu silenced while leaving the confused Hanna.


.............. ...


In the spacious hospital atab, a long-haired girl was sitting on one of the wooden benches. His gaze seemed empty, just staring at the blue sky before him.


"Mirai.


Mirai turned her head to the origin of the voice, while looking at the person calling her name. But in an instant he turned his gaze around, staring back at what was in front of him.


" If you also think I am a cold heartless person, do not want to help the life of a child whom I can even help. I won't blame you.


Shiyuu began to sit beside Mirai, he also looked at the Clouds before him and began to close his eyes.


"really? " said Shiyuu quietly


The wind blew softly, making the hair of the two beautiful women slump slowly.


"I knew. Behind that coldness of yours, you quietly watched the little girl. Yesterday I accidentally saw you walk into the isolation room, I also saw you holding the girl's hand and looking at her in a glee" Shiyuu said


"That's not what you see! " Mirai turned her face away and denied Shiyuu's words


"You know? If you hide your feelings in the depths of your heart, you are damaging yourself from within.


Mirai try you to share it with me, I will not force my opinion on you..... Either you're gonna save him or you're not. It's your decision, I just want to be a listener for your story" Shiyuu softly said.


Mirai started staring into her two hands while trying to weigh up Shiyuu's offer. Telling her the burden is not bad


"Nn. Shiyuu, have you ever experienced a situation where you were able to save someone but you just couldn't do much? " ask Mirai while ducking.


" Against the many people I saved. It is precisely more people that I cannot save with my hands and abilities! " mirai's eyes started to shake.


Shiyuu paused for a moment, sighed softly and began to speak.


"While you want to, not everything in this world that you can bear alone.


This also happens in saving the lives of patients. Even if you have the greatest medical ability, there will be a time when the patient dies right in front of your eyes. Even though you have expended all your strength" said Ms. Shiyuu


" You're right, but sometimes you can't see the face of pain and suffering that you can't help.


Until a bad feeling suddenly arises in your mind. The feeling of wanting to end their suffering with the hand that should have brought healing to her" Mirai said, clenching both of her hands.


"My hand. Probably more killing than saving those people in pain. Even if directly or not" Mirai said


Shiyuu turned towards Mirai. He noticed a beautiful face filled with sadness and regret in him. It was as if he saw Mirai's soul so fragile behind her cold and tough appearance.


"You're not entirely wrong Mirai, if anyone wants to be blamed. You can't blame this world of infighting.


Wars that are in the name of the people, but kill the people themselves. The world is filled with people who thirst for power so many victims on the helpless side become victims" Shiyuu said.


Mirai started to look down sad


"That kid.......


I can feel what is happening inside me. He may lose his parents, friends, and even the people of his village.


Even if he manages to save me, will he be able to smile back as he was? After losing valuable people to him?


Maybe he will regret, forever he will be haunted by the thought of why he himself survived. He may suffer and be lonely in this battle-ridden cruel world" Mirai ririh said


Mirai began to raise her face, looking back at the blue sky in front of her.


"Therefore, compared to me saving his life with warm hands, and letting him live a life full of loneliness and struggling hard alone.


I'd rather kill him with my own cold hands, albeit indirectly"


"You know Mirai? If you kill him by not treating him, doesn't that mean you're also taking away the boy's future?


You don't believe it? Believe that he can fight it all. Not necessarily the future of the child is entirely bad. I do not deny the possibility that he will suffer in this world. As dark as night will be there will be moonlight and stars accompanying.


Yet.....


Nothing is certain in this world. Maybe he'll meet someone who gives light to him"


"I don't want the boy to go down the path that I'm on, which is full of darkness and loneliness! " said Mirai


"Mirai, believe........


The child survives in such conditions, of course there is a strong determination in his life., You just need to give confidence in his future. As your name means Mirai."


Mirai could only pensively ponder, she understood what Miss was trying to do. Shiyu tell him. He also learned that he did not deserve to ignore a patient who needed a helping hand. Regardless of what may happen in the future, that awaits the child on a gravel-filled road.


Maybe he does not fully remember his past, but he can feel at once reflect in the little girl,


Mirai finds out how this cruel world can tear a little girl apart with a sense of solitude, without any loved ones accompanying her.


Ms. Shiyuu got up from his seat. He patted Mirai on the shoulder.


"Whatever decision you make, I won't blame you. The fate of the child is entirely in your hands.


Whatever your cuteness, I hope you never regret what path you have chosen.....


Either that, help the child come out of the pain and loneliness he has received or the future you have entrusted him with. "


He left Mirai alone and walked to the exit


Mirai looked worried while biting her lower lip. His cold hands began to tremble.


Tests..... Tests... Tests...


White crystal granules wet his hands, in silence he cried.