𝑴𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑨𝒚𝒂𝒌𝒂...|| gesnhin angst

ೃ⁀➷ Introduction 1 - The Downfall

Being head of the Kamisato clan is an honour. Although, alongside it being an honour, is a huge burden. The title "Kamisato" barely does anything for you. The most it can do for you is give you a VIP ticket when it comes to opinions. You are seen as someone who has power, a higher authority. Someone who is there to protect. Sometimes, when the people of Inazuma view you in that way, all they see is perfection. Not a human. You are NEVER considered a "human" if you have Kamisato in front of your name. You're a machine. Someone that works 24/7 just to produce the best. A middle man.

Everyone is afraid of me as well. Just because i'm a higher social class. "Oh, Kamisato Ayato, I must not mess with you!". Every night i sit in my bed thinking of how this could have all been easily avoided. Yet, I did nothing about it. You also have certain standards to live up to as a Kamisato. We were never really considered good enough. Our reputation damages our image to people. If only there was a way out.

Many do not know this, but my sister and I are always on edge. We frequently get ambushed by whoever hates us or wishes that they were us. Trust me, you do not want to be us. Only recently has the downfall of the Kamisato Clan become public. This serves as a weak point for us, and others see it as an advantage for them. No one that lives or serves for the Kamisato Clan/Estate is safe.

Now, I present to you, the downfall of the entire Kamisato Name.

⚠️ TW// mentions of death and blood.
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My mother had fallen ill one day. When the public had heard that she had fallen ill it was almost like the air turned thin, and the sky turned even darker. At the time, everyone loved my mother. She was the kindest person on earth. My father couldn't bear the sight of her withering body. All she did, or could do, was lay in bed. As the days passed on she got worse and worse. My fathers mental stability was also withering slowly. He'd frequently throw pots and cutlery around. I made sure that if he ever got mad, i'd take my sister out of the house and play dollies with her.

One night my father told me to put my sister to bed and then come to my mothers room. He asked me if i could get both of them some water. I thought they were thirsty. I didn't know she was dead. I heard a loud thud while bringing the glasses of water to my mothers bedroom. The door was closed, locked, in fact. I saw a huge puddle of blood trail from underneath the door. I finally understood. I dropped the glasses and just stared at the wall. Ayaka had woken up from the thuds and came out of her room with a teddy bear. She asked me what had happened. All I did was tell her to go back to sleep, and close the door. 

I tried so hard to open the door. I was desperate

"Father PLEASE!!! I-I'm not ready.. to take on the name of the Kamisato clan.."

I ended up breaking the screen. I could hear Ayaka crying, she was scared half to death. I saw my fathers butchered body on the floor, and my mothers lifeless body in bed. I kneeled down in the puddle of blood and tried so hard to wake my father up. I was so innocent. I had just lost my mother to a sickness, and my father to pain. I got up and went to hug my mother. I cried for so long that i ended up falling asleep near her. I wasn't ready at all. I was only 10. Ayaka was only 3. We couldn't take on the Kamisato name even if we wanted to. We only had each other left.  It would be 6 years of vigorous training. 

When my parents were announced dead to the entirety of Inazuma, we were a weak point. No head, no protection. The middle man was now gone. For the next 6 years, we would get attacked and hurt by people that either hate us or want to be us. Little did they know, our position is one you do NOT want to be in. I ended up pushing everyone away. My friends, my sister, and even myself. I didn't even feel close to myself. I didn't want to lose anyone like I lost my parents. I also knew that if I kept them close then I would end up hurting them. Happiness was no longer an option.

The Yashiro Commission and the Kamisato Clan slowly lost their reputation and turned into a negative thing. "God, that boy is so lazy. Why hasn't he become head yet?". "The clan was better off with his father". Everyone hated us. I see how my father couldn't handle it now. I went on for the next 6 years training like a dog. I wanted to uphold the name of the Kamisato clan and protect Inazuma, as my parents dying wish. Everyone made it harder though. No one would help me. I was alone. Everything went downhill from there, from being ridiculed to being attacked.

That, is the downfall of the Kamisato clan. No one could do anything about it.

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