ᴀʟʟᴇɢᴇᴅʟʏ ☀︎︎ ɢᴇᴛᴏ s. x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ☀︎︎

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ғᴏᴜʀ

20 August 2007
Approximately 1:48 A.M
Tokyo, Japan

warning(s): blood/gore, angst, heavy cursing

The street was dead silent. The leaves on the trees didn't rustle. No cars passed you. The residents of the home were still. Snugly, they laid in their beds, unaware of the danger that lurked behind them.

The chains rattled as you walked up the four steps to your home. The grass was neatly cut, with some chalk on the sidewalk and toys in the yard. Your mother replanted her roses, you saw, their bright white bulbs staring at you threatening. You glared at them, a simple flick of your wrists slicing them from their stems, letting the pure petals fall to the ground.

Reaching up, you punched in the code for the security system. 7-21-97. Your parent's anniversary. Your father would be getting an alert and would be down the stairs soon to see how accessed the door.

When you entered, he was coming down the stairs, just as you predicted. He flipped on the lights, looking at you with surprise.

"Y/n? What are you doing?" He asked, walking towards you. "It's so late. Is everything okay?"

"Chichi, do you think I'm a bad person?" You asked. His eyebrows furrowed together.

"No? What's wrong?" He asked, placing a hand on your face. "Why are you here?"

"Do you remember when Ira-sensei died, and you tried to get me out of my room?"

"Y/n, pumpkin, you have to come out and eat something,"

He opened the door, despite the dresser you pushed in front of it. He slipped inside, rushing to your bed. He peeled your hands away, hushing your sobs softly. He pulled you into his chest, circling his arms around you.

"I-I couldn't help him!" You exclaimed into his chest. "H-He tr-tried to protect m-me a-and I didn't help him! I ju-just ran!"

"Shh, Y/n, it's okay," He soothed, kissing the top of your head. "It's not your fault baby."

"I killed him!"

"No! No, honey, no! You didn't kill him!" He exclaimed, rocking you in his arms.

"I-I'm going to h-hell aren't I?!" You sobbed. "I'm a bad person, Chichi!"

"No, you aren't a bad person!" He said. "You helped him. You didn't abandon him, Y/n. You did everything he told you to do. You did good,"

Seeing the tears welling in your eyes, your father dropped all other thoughts and brought you into his chest. He hadn't noticed the weapon in your hands. You didn't hug him back. You just allowed him to embrace you.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He whispered.

"I'm sorry, Dad," You whispered, his hold tightening. "I'm lost. I don't know what to do anymore."

"What do you mean?" He asked, cupping your face in his hands.

It was then, he noticed it. The blood on your face. The gash on your forehead, like someone had hit you. His gaze traveled to your arms as you placed your hands on his wrists. Scratch marks, like someone defended themselves. His eyes widened at the crimson liquid that came to his skin as you put your carnage-soaked hands over his. Your kusarigama glinted in the light, reflecting the red dripping from the blade.

"Y-Y/n..." He whispered, his face twisting with horror. "What did you do?"

"I'm creating a new world."

He took his hands from your face, looking down at his bloody palms. "Wh-Who's blood is this?!"

"I'm sorry," Your voice broke, tears breaking over your waterline, cutting a path through your bloody face. "I didn't want to. I didn't want them to suffer anymore, Dad."