fᎪmᎥᏞᎽ [Kaedehara Kazuha x Reader]

Prologue

"Ah . . ." seven year old Kazuha's eyes fell on the dead corpses littered across the house. The drawers were open, the furniture was all over the place, and blood streamed across the wooden floor. The eyes of his parents were dulled, void of life.

A certificate slid out of his hands. He'd won in the poetry competition. He'd wanted to show his parents he'd done well. He'd thought he would return and show them the certificate he'd got. Maybe talk about how everyone had praised him. The paper, once so happily brought back home, fell onto the floor, stained in fresh blood.

Tears slid out of the young Kaedehara's eyes as he grabbed the hand of his mother. He felt himself trembling as a burning sensation stung his eyes.

". . . . Ma?" he shook his mom's body. No response.

"Pa?" next was his father's body. Still no response. It was at this time that the young boy finally realised they were dead.

And he became alone.