[Metal Tsubasa]: 95.Contest Entries.About Forgivness

He stood coolly in the corner, his eyes reflecting that of a stirring storm, much like his name would attest. He watched quietly as the robots, programmed to worry like old women, rushed to his father's side. It was no use however, the bastard was dead and with that, Arashi left the tent.
No one asked the mercenary anything as he exited the tent. His name was well suited and no one wanted to invoke such a storm. His fists were clenched tightly in his pockets as he walked to his tent, the knuckles white with rage.
"P-Please...," his father had chocked out as he had reached for Arashi, which had been what had forced him into that corner, "please Ken... f-forgive... me..."
Arashi forced his tent's flap open just before he slammed his fist into the supporting poll of the tent, causing it to bend under the impact. "Forgive you?!" the enraged mercenary shouted at the top of his lungs. "Who says you have the right?!"
Forgiveness on his death bed? No, that wasn't forgiveness; he just wanted a free ticket to Heaven instead of having to go where he belonged: Hell. This was so wrong, and he couldn't forgive that man so easily. No, not after everything he had done.
The man had forced Arashi into a street urchin’s life, which led to his drug addictions. The same man who burned down his own house with his wife tied to a chair inside, and sent his daughter, sick as she was, to entrap Arashi and use him to create the 'perfect army'. Forgiveness? Arashi, after all he had done in his life, was more disserving of such a word.
When Arashi thought about it, even as he had tossed "Kennet", his old self, aside, that damn bastard showed his ugly face again to drop off his sickly daughter, born from another woman not long after he had killed his wife, with the Raven Squad for protection... More specifically, for Arashi's protection. That damn bastard disserved to die, Arashi was better off with him dead.
It was then that Arashi collapsed to the ground, shaking with rage and adrenaline. "That's it," he panted in his anger, "I'll forgive you for ever living..." he paused, slamming his fist into the ground, full force, "...and for ever asking me to forgive you!"