jikari okane oneshots

why do i weite him so often jikari i hate u

Jikari sighed a bit, quietly looking in the mirror. He debated on gelling his hair back, he knew his mother liked it that way.

Should I gel it back? As a sign of respect to her? I mean, he didn't respect his mother in any sense. He hated the woman and thought of her as the devil.

But she still raised him, sure she yelled and screamed at him, but she was still his mother.

Eventually, he decided not to get it back. He respected her wishes enough by not crying over her passing.

He felt a small pit in his stomach, he felt someone upset that his mother had died, especially so suddenly. But at the same time, he didn't exactly miss her.

She was never there for him. Never a true mother figure. Just the person who happened to give birth to her.

He looked up into the mirror, noticing how much he looked like her. The small dots that crossed his face, he never liked them. He had her face shape, her freckles, her eye color.

He looked a lot like her in other ways. He never enjoyed that aspect of his appearance.

Jikari hated how similar he was to that witch of a woman.

But she had passed, and as much as he didn't want to be upset. He let a single tear fall, in the hopes that she knew how bad of a woman she had become.

She had hurt Jikari mentally and ruined aspects of his childhood, but he was still upset at her passing.

He'd never admit it though.

He ran his hand quickly through his hair, moving out of the bathroom to grab his tie. Quickly he tied to around himself, sighing once again.

God he hated the woman.

Quietly, he sent a small message to his sister.

*'you going to the funeral?'*

*'not sure. probably not. you?'*

*'yeah, I am. you should too.'*

*'okay. gelled hair?'*

*'no, keep your hair down. she's getting enough that we're going.'*

*'right. thanks kari.'*

*'course. see you.'*

He sighed, moving around his room a bit, looking for his jacket.

Before leaving, he took another look in the mirror, seeing only his mother in the reflection.