𝐈𝐍 where the sunflower child, himawari, was killed at the hands of her own father, sano mikey manjiro, the cold-blooded king of bonten!
It's just a poorly written angst fanfic...
until one woman wakes up to suddenly find she's become that unfort...
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'wait, where am i?' her head spun around in scrutiny at the change of scenery as a scowl of confusion moulded her countenance. "..."
and as if a contestant in a competition rang the bell to speak their answer, her mind rang in realisation of her current predicament. 'i got lost again.'
she crossed arms as if shielding herself from the light zephyr of noon, and stared upon a run-down infrastructure. despite its state, she was compelled to walk towards the land of serene. 'it's there!'
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"huh? what's this?" her line of inquiry remained unsatisfied as she stared upon the metal bars adorned with years of rust. 'this isn't the park i know of, how far did i walk?'
she strolled leisurely, caution melded with curiosity as the birds chirped the string of white noise.
"nobody's using this place?" in spite of the physical signs of ageing, the area remained without a particle of litter. 'but it's clean and somehow well-maintained.'
she pursed her lips, hugged the flowers she picked earlier closer, her feet moved furtively to avoid any form of unneeded confrontation. 'no one's here... it's really empty.'
the foliage of viridescence danced along to the tune of the breeze, deriving goosebumps upon her arms and within them was the makeshift, bouquet of wild flowers that was tenderly cradled like a child.
