Return My Love || (Hashirama x OC) [ABANDONED]

Chapter 1

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Kirai's POV

This young gal is insulted by many people. All of which bear similar meaning. And each of it all, every name she is called represents what she is. May it be an outsider, a stranger, an outcast, a misfit, an alien, a pathetic girl, a nobody, a nuisance.

Hated.

That girl does not remember her original name. She is given one. They named her Kirai. It stands for Hated or Dislike. The young and innocent girl does not know what that name stands for, nor even be bothered by it... Until she herself experienced it.

My name is Kirai, and I have nowhere to belong.

"Hashirama, what is the meaning of this!?" An older man's voice boomed throughout the dark forest, loud and dominating. The young boys brought something– or rather, someone unexpected. The old man stared at the unwelcoming presence, looking down at such a young person who does not appear to have a life. This man, who appeared to be these boys' father, stared at his own sons who had brought what looked like death itself.

Oh, yes... That was me. I am death.

"Father! We found her. S-She is the source of the voice that seemed to echo within the forest!" The boy, Hashirama, patted my dirty head. He looked at the old man in a hurry and quite desperately as he exclaimed, "She is pale, father, she needs medical assistance! Immediately–"

"You dare raise your voice to me, boy!? Look at whom you're holding. This child, rather, this girl is dead!" There is a look of disgust on the man's face, clearly disturbed that his own son picked up something that he rather did not expect.

"She is not dead, father." The boy merely looked at the man ghastly, like he's offended by something his father said. "The girl is very much alive. I mean, look, she's right in front of you. I-It just– it seems that she is lost and has... wandered to the forest aimlessly." Hashirama looked at me with such sadness that I forgot it was aimed at me, leaving me breathless. "She needs to go home."

"Home? And where do you think is her home, boy?" The old man narrowed his eyes on Hashirama. Then, his sharp eyes flickered back to mine. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't.

The kind boy, whose arms are still encircled around me, stared at me helplessly, "Um..." He looked utterly lost, "C-Can you talk?"

Then the old man suddenly laughed. The voice he emitted was so loud that I took a step back, frightened. "The girl has yet to speak? It will be our dismay if she never talks in the first place! Hashirama, what are you going to do?"

He responded by biting his lip, still not looking away from me. "We have heard her cry, so I assume that she can talk." Hashirama breathed in and out, calming himself. "So, please... speak to me." Now, he is addressing me. His soft voice eased me, a perfect melody and softness that nearly made me cry. Such gentleness in his voice that I desire to hear more, "Whoever you are, I will help you with all my might."

Somehow, I can understand this boy, like I can feel his emotions and thoughts. His voice, despite being filled with gentleness and such vulnerability, is sad and quite eager. I do not want to talk, still frightened at the presence of the other boys, especially this towering man, yet for the sake of him... I will have to speak.

Slowly, I lifted my frail arm, and pointed in the opposite direction. His eyes gleamed in happiness at my weak attempt of a response. My shoulders tenses when he smiles, and for some reason, I want to see him happy. It made my heart melt, so I spoke. "There." Light and almost inaudible.