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12 years in the past...
The bandaged girl was in her apartment just chilling, tv playing in the background. No one was at her apartment at the time, which was weird cause there would always be atleast one person there (mainly mikey).
But she did remember there was going to be a meeting around this time. She stood up abruptly, awkwardly standing there for a moment before grabbing her keys for her bike.
Well, technically it wasn't her bike, it was fuyuko's and katashi's favorite bike from when they were alive. But on their suicide letter, it said that y/n had to have it, not even want-just have. She took the bike, of course not wanting to disobey them.
The bike was a custom made dark purplish-blue motorcycle with lots of speed and it was pretty loud too. It had some random stickers on the side, probably from katashi, and their last name 'shi' engraved at the front.
It also had some small scatches from when the two would do tricks. Though, y/n didn't use it much because of all the memories it had and many people offered her a ride. She found her bike in the parking lot, looking at it for a quick second.
She remembered when the three would go on late night drives. Fuyuko in the front, y/n in the middle, and katashi in the back to hold onto y/n so she wouldn't fall off. Sometimes, if they were lucky, shinichiro and mikey would be on another bike next to them.
She remembered when shinichiro, fuyuko, and katashi would have competitions, fuyuko and katashi would take turns on driving. Maybe if they felt like it, the two would each have a random bike and the three adults would race. But fuyuko always won, obviously.
Y/n shook her head, "They're dead already." She would always say as an escuse so she wouldn't have to remember all those happy memories. She didn't want to is the thing, didn't know why either.
Maybe it's because the thought of the three childish adults, always broke her heart. Giving her that feeling to just... die as well. Y/n got on her bike and started it up. Before she kicked off the stand, she looked up at the dark sky.
"Hope you're all doing good up there... I really... miss you guys.." Clenching her fist tightly around the handles of her motorcycle. "Hana, mother, fuyuko, katashi, shinichiro... I'll see you soon.. hopefully." She whispered, kicking off the stand of her motorcycle and driving to the usual meeting spot.
It was always her fathers fault. If he didn't find that job then he wouldn't have taken y/n. They would've been a happy family. Everyone would've been alive. Y/n wouldn't have those scars, she wouldn't be this emotionless. She'd actually have a smile on her face.
