Nearly ending the fam part 1
My Pov
We shared a beautiful kiss, my demon mark faded my eyes narrowed, the bitterness of old wounds surfacing as i thought about the Smith family.
gritting my teeth Those Smiths, always treating me like I was beneath them. And now that I've become stronger, they come crawling back, seeking my strength I won't mind showing them why I'm the wyvern sin of hatred
Kill them kill them all you're stronger now you'll slaughter them all
Chisato noticing my frustration
Chisato: Jason, it's understandable that you feel angry, but remember, strength doesn't just lie in power. It's also in how you handle the situation
If she wasn't here that emo bastard would have done something
I smirked
Me:Oh, I know, Chisato. I'm not planning to let them belittle me again. If they try anything, we'll make sure they understand their place.
Chisato nodding
chisato:I believe in you, Jason. But let's approach this cautiously. We don't want to escalate things unnecessarily.
Hehehehehe we'll see
leaning back, crossing my arms
Me: Cautious, huh? Fine, but I won't let them think for a second that they can control me.
Chisato: placing a hand on his arm
Chisato:I'm with you, every step of the way. We face this together.
She Nuzzled against my cheek before kissing me
I was softening a bit
Me:Thanks, Chisato. I've come a long way from the person they disowned. I won't let them ruin what we've built....ever again if I have too
Chisato smiling
Chisato: You've grown stronger, not just in power, but in character. That's what matters.
Looking into her eyes
Me:Yeah, you're right. Let's deal with this, and then we can focus on our future, free from the shadows of the past.
Oh I'm so going to do some damage today
As they prepared to confront the looming specter of my old clan, their unity became a source of strength, a shield against the ghosts that sought to haunt us once more.
Sword of rupture right
Definitely
A small timeskip
I grumbled under my breath as I reluctantly donned the clothes Chisato had laid out for me
Me:' Why does it matter what we wear? '
I thought. But she insisted we dressed nicely for whatever was about to go down. I rolled my eyes, clicking my tongue in irritation.
Chisato took longer than usual to get ready, and my impatience grew.
me:What's the big deal?
I muttered to myself, adjusting the collar of the shirt that felt too constricting. As I waited, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of occasion or confrontation required us to be dressed to the nines.
Finally, she walked in, and any hint of annoyance evaporated as soon as my eyes landed on her. My jaw practically dropped. Chisato was stunning, wearing a dress that accentuated every curve. The fabric flowed gracefully as she moved, and I found myself completely stunned, forgetting my earlier disgruntlement.
