I'n the version y/n tell's Mikey and his friends portrayed kisaki as someone unknown in order to protect his identity. In this one his identity is not covered this is just for the sake of the reader.
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Growing up in a bad neighborhood, having a drunk and abusive father, no known mother, and an older brother who died leaving little y/n all alone.
Day 1:
Y/n woke up do to the loud voice coming form downstairs, her father was yelling to someone over the phone as far as she could tell. She made her bed and stood on her tippy toes to open the door, due to the lack of nutrition she was much smaller than she ought to be for her age, she was 6 with the heigh of 3'2, her ribs were showing whenever she lifted up her shirt, unknown scars around her stomach and purple and blue bruises all around her body, her short hair that looked like it hasn't been taking care of in months, her tearing shorts and white plain T with a few holes, heavy under-bags underneath her tired eyes.
She made her way to downstairs, her fathers apartment being quite small but still being comfortable enough for 2, he was now sitting in front of the TV chugging down beer, the mess on the room table that was in-front of him only holding empty bottles and cans of beer. Y/n went to the kitchen to get a trash bag and clean up the mess, afterwards she grabbed a Stool and made breakfast. She brought it to her father. Unless he said she could eat she wasn't allow to she wasn't allow to do a lot of things such as, going outside, taking a bath, brush her hair, eat, drink, or talk/make a sound. She didn't have any freedom at all.
After her father ate, he just gave her the plate for her to wash. She washed the plate and started making her way upstairs. "Where do you think your going?" Her father ask eyes not leaving the TV. Y/n flinched but stayed silent. "I asked you a question b!tch!" He threw the beer bootle causing it to break and shatter and spilling everywhere. "I-I was just going back stairs..." she softly said with her head down.
"Tch! Such a pest! You look just like her when you do that. Get the hell out of my face before I lock you in the basement aging." He hissed in disgust getting back to the TV gabbing another beer. Y/n slowly made her way to her room, making sure she wouldn't make a sound.
One she was upstairs, she reached down form her bed and grabbed 2 books a Harry Potter reading book and a calligraphy book that came with its own pen. She started reading and writing in perfect calligraphy. After 2 hours later she started writing down math problems and solving them, which came easily to her. Afterwards it was time for dinner, she went down stairs and started making dinner, she handed to her dad, he ate and left her the plate, her father got up put his coat on and left locking the door. She went upstairs and started reading the rest of the Harry Potter book slowly falling asleep.
Day 6:
It was around 2:45am when there was a a loud knock at the front door, y/n's father getting up to answer it, y/n opened her door and heard shouting and her father apologizing repeatedly. It was weird she never heard her father apologize. She went down stairs and saw a guy much younger that her father. man of average height, with blue eyes, and blonde hair .He also sports glasses and an earring on his left ear. his hair is cut to a crew cut and shaved hair art on the right side of his head. They made eye contact for about 2 seconds, his eyes widen and jaw dropped a bit, Y/n ran away back to my room and pretended To be asleep.
Day 25:
It was a normal day, Y/n was playing with a doll her father got her for her birthday, he was a terrible father who always got his daughter something for her birthday, at least it's something right. Her father was watching TV and drinking beer as always he was on the couch while y/n was on the floor playing with her doll, it was all peaceful for around 2 minutes until some people burst threw the door with weapons startlingly y/n and her father. Y/n hide with her doll behind the room table, while her father was totally in shock.
