When Tezuka was twelve, he met Fuji Syusuke for the first time: a small, otherworldly boy. Fuji held a knife and plunged it into Tezuka's father's body, the blow landing with a dull thud.
Tezuka watched helplessly as his father struggled to shove the slight figure several meters away. Fuji hit the ground, blood staining his translucent face.
Fuji was smiling then, so beautiful he seemed untouchable.
