What if Aaron Warner's sunshine daughter fell for Kenji Kishimoto's grumpy son?
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This fanfic takes place almost 20 years after Believe me. Aaron and Juliette had a Daughter named Emmaline Leila Warner. Kenji and Nazeera had a son named Kai Kishimot...
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I was screaming now.
I screamed to the top of my lungs, my voice breaking, but it felt like it was swallowed up by the thick silence pressing in on me. No matter how loud I yelled, no matter how desperate I was, the sound didn't seem to reach him. It was as if some invisible wall, like a thick, soundproof glass, separated us. He was just there, on the other side, his eyes wide with horror as he stared at Mum. Like he couldn't hear me.
All we could see, all we shared in common, was the sight of Mum motionless. Lifeless. She lay crumpled on the ground between us, her body unnaturally still. Too still.
The weight of it pressed down on me, suffocating, and then the pain hit. Sharp, blinding pain. My head felt like it was splitting apart, tearing from the inside out.
It was as if someone had taken an axe to my skull and was hacking away at it.
Over.
And over.
And over again. Sending shards of pain through my brain.
I could feel the pulse of it in my temples, each throb a fresh wave of agony, like nails being driven into my head. My vision blurred, black spots dancing in front of my eyes, and for a moment, I thought I might pass out. The pressure was unbearable, the pain so intense I could hardly think.
But I couldn't stop. I just screamed again.
"Dad!" But the glass remained. The silence remained. And Mum... she wasn't moving.
"Dad, please," I sobbed, clutching onto his shirt, choking out, "please—"
My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, torn right out of my body, shredded into pieces. It was as if someone had reached inside me and was pulling, stretching, tearing at it, leaving nothing but jagged edges behind. Every beat sent shockwaves through me, like I was being broken over and over again. The ache was so deep, so raw, it was impossible to breathe through it. I could feel it in every inch of me, like my soul was unraveling, piece by piece.
And I was so tired.
Each breath I took sent sharp, stabbing pain through my ribs, like they were cracking, splintering with every inhale. My chest tightened with the effort, my lungs burning, as if there wasn't enough air in the room. There was no relief, no escape from the agony that clawed at me from every angle. I wanted to collapse, to sink into the ground and just let go, but I couldn't.
Because Mum was still lying there. And Dad... Dad wasn't hearing me.
