Shuji Hanma.
⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻cold water splashed on her face as she huffed some excess from her nose, (E/C) orbs colliding with her reflection from the mirror attached to the wall on the powder room. there someone else (Y/N) can see, behind her, a woman of no face stands, unkempt (H/C) hair reminding her of her trauma from the person she had once called her father. rope scars on her wrist and neck and holding herself in her own embrace. a bloodied man ran to her, enveloping the little girl into a warm hug as she stared blankly at (Y/N) through the mirror. the man sobbed, resting a hand on the back of the little girl's head as he rocked them both back and fort. soothing words bloomed out of his mouth. though why is the little girl staring at her like a cat?
"Brother . . ." it was the girl, voice shaking as she pointed a finger at (Y/N).
"i'm sorry, (Y/N)! i'm sorry!" the boy pleaded. hugging the little girl tighter. "i should've come sooner! i'm sorry! forgive me, (Y/N)!"
"Brother . . . who's the girl staring back at me?" the little boy pulled away, slowly as he sniffed.
"what?" says the boy as he turned around. brown pair of eyes met (Y/N)'s for a split second just before a knock was heard and Takeomi's face slipped from the door.
"Boss' calling for you." Takeomi raked his eyes from the floor up to her eyes, releasing a whistle as he bite his lower lip. "Damn, woman. you're looking mighty sexy tonight i already regret having my room separate from yours." the Advisor teased as the girl throws him her bottle of shampoo and Takeomi laughed as he closed the door. "what have i ever done to you? i've fucked you good enough, didn't i? where's the hatred coming from?"
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Holy Hell
Fanfiction「𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦.」 𓅂 in which a girl in definition of trouble and insanity is one of the person to run the worst criminal organization. Characters aren't mine. ©Ken Wakui ©Xo...