𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄, tokyo revengers

08 home that feels like home

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⌗ notes. implied sexual abuse, and mention of a miscarriage. proceed with caution, i love you 🤍

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your childhood had been unlike most others, to say the least. from the age of six, both parents had been completely absent from your life, your mother having died at birth and father living overseas. without them, the red room became your home.

even in childhood, katsu kaguya, a military solider in the japanese self-defense forces, had decided your future. he had decided that you would grow to serve in the army, like him. that you would serve as a brilliant spy. that you would, someday, surpass his own achievements.

since the age of seven, you'd had to adapt to life with the mentality of an adult. existing in a territory where childhood was simply a concept - fairytale. not something to be relished in, or enjoyed. and certainly not to be reminisced. doing so would only breed trouble for the coming eternity that was already closing in on you; as decided by the red room.

the red room, also known as the black widow program, was a secret training program conducted in slovakia that involved taking young women and transforming them into elite spies and assassins known as black widows.

all students were handpicked by the leaders of the program based on their genetic potential as infants; sometimes, these young girls had been orphaned or abandoned by their parents, while others were purchased from their parents or worse, taken - either by force or bargaining.

in your case, you had been offered a place at birth due to the inheritance of your father's incredible military strength and your mother's remarkable IQ. but, due to your mother's passing, your father was so tangled in his own grief that he couldn't immediately give you up. then came the day he determined that was a selfish decision, and no longer hesitated to sacrifice the youth of his daughter, arguably the only thing left of his beloved wife, for the future of his country.

communication was rare. the very few times it did happen, it was brief. usually, it came in the form of a letter along with your monthly payment, which you would rarely thank him for. in these letters, his view of you became suddenly apparent - you weren't human to him. you were never human to him.

it should've hurt. but it didn't. after all, you already knew that deep down.

you weren't his daughter. you were a soldier.

red room subjects were put through daily training. consisting of tactical skills, hand-to-hand combat, acrobatics, and weapons training. violent spars would take place every few days; weakness was not tolerated and the loser was exiled by their opponent. in fact, training was so brutal that approximately one in twenty of the girls in each generation ended up surviving to become fully-fledged widows.

you couldn't be surprised. their ultimate goal was to eliminate defects. to create new and unbreakable fighters who could serve as an invincible barrier between the rest of the world and the japanese army. those girls were weapons.

your graduation was recorded in 2003, by which you became recognized by the organization as one of their most renowned students. you were remarked as a walking success story - their pride. when you fled to tokyo, you told your father it was so that you could pursue further training.

but that was far from the truth.

it led to an embroil of trauma, which would sometimes build up, suffocating you.