Flames-From-Hell

100 YEARS AGO Ichiro’s eyes slowly and weakly opened, and he could barely keep them open as is. He remembered what happened then as the pain of his arm being burned entered his mind and he grunted; barely able to open his mouth as well. However, on his right hand he felt two other hands on top of his, and slowly turned his head; his parents were sitting down in chairs next to the bed, with both of them holding his hand. They were both passed out as well, hunched towards the bed with their heads resting on the bed, and positioned as if they were looking at each other. He did his best to gently squeeze both of their hands, but it was mostly his mother’s as her hand was right on top of his, with his dad’s on top of Hikari’s. That was enough for Hikari to instinctively squeeze Ichiro’s hand as her maternal instinct kicked in, then let out a low, soft moan as she opened her eyes. While the first thing Hikari saw was her husband passed out, she turned her head and looked up