Her face barely showed any emotion, and she was sarcastic..almost to the point where people couldn't tell. To some she was a mystery, to others she was just another hero in training. Miyako wasn't always like this. She use to be an extremely happy-g...
>>WARNING: There will be an excessive use of French. The translation may be a little off because I used Google Translate. More of Miyako's past will be revealed in the next chapter where it will be mostly based around her memories<<
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"Who are you?"
The question brought the most angriest growl erupting from Tarou's throat. It sound more vicious than Katsuki's, and it sent a shiver up Miyako's spine. Tarou was suddenly running, full speed, at Miyako, his fist thrown backwards, the purple light he wielded steadily growing larger the closer he got to Miyako.
"YOU KNOW ME, YUKISHIMA!!" He yelled.
Miyako's hands engulfed in the burning green fire, and she scrambled out of his bee line, rising her arms and letting the fire dart out in front of her, lashing out in all directions. Tarou let out a hiss of pain, feeling the blazing flames char his clothing and singe the hair on his body. Miyako looked at him, her brows furrowed in utter confusion.
"I don't know you, Fujiaki," She assured the border-chaotic male.
Tarou glared at her for a second before dropping into the ground and vanishing from her sight. Miyako worriedly looked around, her eyes skimming the area. The sound of rushed footsteps approaching her swiftly grabbed Miyako's attention.
Swing around, Miyako through her arm in a slanted, upwards position, cutting off Tarou's path with her glaring fire. He had barely managed to stop so that he could avoid getting singed by said fire. His blue eyes slammed onto her, anger blazing deep within his icy orbs.
"Five years ago, November 16," He suddenly spoke.
Miyako's body stiffened entirely at the date, and a pain flared through her body. Not a physical pain, but an emotional one.
~~Flash Back~~
"Ferme ta gueule!" ((Shut the fuck up!)) The curse rolled instinctively off of the eleven year old's lips as her eyes flared with anger, her hands igniting in a bright flame.
For a brief second, young Miyako's bullies held a shocked appearance, it was destroyed when the leader of the small gang, Takara, let out a howl of laughter. Her goons followed suit in the laughter, and a small blush gathered on Miyako's cheeks.
Takara snapped her fingers and the laughing ceased, her pink eyes glared into Miyako's features,"Miyako pense connaître le français. Comme c'est mignon!" ((Miyako thinks she knows French. How cute!)) Takara cooed, grabbing a fistful of Miyako's black hair, "Vous n'êtes rien d'autre qu'un monstre avec un caprice bizarre! Vous n'appartenez pas ici," ((You're nothing but a freak with a villainous quirk! You don't belong here))
Miyako stared up at the blonde, hurt by her harsh words. Tears began to build up in her eyes as she looked up towards Takara. She let out a pained yelp as Takara jerked her hand upwards, forcing Miyako to stand to her feet, and her hands automatically rose to her hair.
