▄︻デ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 | ᴳᵒʲᵒ ˢᵃᵗᵒʳᵘ

[02] | HIDDEN

[A Z U M I ] | P A S T

The eyes are the window to the soul, and the reflection of the heart. 

Was that what created curses? 

The eyes were hidden behind the window. And the curse in her heart that it reflected.

Every time she closes her eyes, the flashbacks of her blood-stained past will always be sketched in her mind. Despite her always forgetting some events easily, this scene was forever sketched in the back of her head.

"You are a woman of the Mizuki clan, you must be hidden." 

There was hatred. There was a curse behind her eyes, hidden, almost as if there was nothing. 

Truly I was hidden, the hold of the women around me was enough to suffocate me, and the obi was tightly tied around my waist as if it was a chain preventing me to escape.

Truly I was hidden. "Your husband can only touch you, take care of your womb." My mother said. The womb that all women in our clan were blessed. But to my mother who lost hers after giving birth to me and my sibling, she was more strict than ever. 

After all, my biological sperm cell ran away with a 'whore' he found in some club. 

She hated men, but she loved power. And to have that she needed men. 

It was disgusting. Words of a hypocrite. 

It was like we were a vessel for her to pass her dreams to.

I felt her hands delicately caress my hair and pinned a moon kanzashi with an ornament of stars, "You are lacking, however, you have a womb." She said while touching my hair.

I was blind at birth, but I could manifest our clan's inherited powers, and I was blessed with the sacred womb that my clan valued, all that mattered to them is that I still have my value. My sister was complete, however, she didn't have a womb.

That was how the Jujutsu world has always been. Sorcerers wouldn't care if a man is ugly, or unfruitful, or even if you're a commoner with non-sorcerer parents, as long as a man is powerful that would solve their problem. 

However, that wasn't the same with women. They didn't want us to be powerful only. They wanted us dolled up, pretty, submissive, from a respectable family. And even if you met all the standards but were not powerful enough then it wouldn't matter. 

We were born in a world where women are expected to be perfect. We are cursed in a world men thought of as a blessing.