Bonten's heir

❤︎︎ ℭ𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢❤︎︎

𝑺𝒐𝐟𝒕 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆

"Y/n? Y/n what are you looking at dear?" A beautiful woman who closely resembles the young nine year old girl walks up to her; the nine year old, y/n stands outside the ice cream shop staring out to the sidewalk

"Mama, who's that?" The girl looks up with big doe eyes as she points to a lanky almost skeleton man peeking out of the alley his thin lips pursed and his chocolate eyes dark and wide staring directly at the two with intentions unclear

The woman froze once spotting the man eyes fixated upon him, her anxiousness grew as the two had a staring match

She grabbed her daughter pulling her closer to her before picking her up and hastily walking the other way, making a few turns before taking the bus home to their small apartment.

"Did you know that man mommy?" The young girl asked while the woman bathed her in the tub

"A man the works for daddy" she answered calmly, washing her hair and massaging her scalp

"Then why did we run from him?" The woman stops upon the question "mommy?" The girl looks up to her mother with curiosity in her eyes and woman's lips twitch unable to answer

"Daddy isn't a good man baby." She states poring a bucket of cold water on the child's head making her hiss and shiver.

          
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The pink haired man knelt down in front of you looking up at you with sorrow in his eyes his eyes bore into yours so deeply you thought they'd swallow you. You couldn't tell what he was doing, why was he in front of you right now? You were daydreaming again, a bad habit since childhood. You were just sitting there. Upright staring at the dead harlot who had finally stopped gagging on her blood. That shade of red doesn't match her complexion at all. When you snapped out of your daydream the memory of your mother fading going to the back of your mind. Your e/c orbs now staring back at the man, tilting your head in confusion your finally speak

"Hey... aren't you.." the man's eyes widened that you knew him, his lips curved into a small smile. The thought that you knew him made him feel relieved... "aren't you the kidnapper?!" You finally spat out now realizing why he looks so familiar, your eyes widening and your hand slightly over your mouth while dramatically gasping. The man's lips pursed to a thin line feeling disappointed

"Well.. yea.. but I'm also-" he tried to explain but you swiftly cut him off

"Are you the one that killed the harlot? Do you usually murder people?" You asked now interrogating the man

"Yes.." he mumbled out now afraid you'd be afraid of him. He'd never want you to be scared of him. 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓

"Ohhhhh, cool-cool, anyway- wait really.?" You gasped dramatically "are you gonna kill me?" You asked your  cheering tone cooling. Taking a look at the other men present but they all looked at you with unreadable expressions

"No... no we would never!" The man tried his best to reassure you acting as soft as he could

"I see... why am I here?" You jumped straight to the main question, your voice turning stern and and your upbeat voice turning low no longer wanting to keep up your facade