The Sound Of Silence (Fushiguro x Reader)

The day I waited for

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(?)

It wasn't a very special day to begin with, everything was well in the first hours. But after some time, everything started to go wrong. That day... I was born. ''The child born from hell'' that's what they called me. Here's the thing : I was born with a disease. Well, that's what the doctors say... I know, as a member of the Inumaki family, what my so-called disease is. It's a curse technique. And I killed with my parents with it.

Oh hush now, I'm not sad about it, I have my brother to support me. He's the only one who still cares about me. All the other exorcists of the Inumaki clan rejected me because I was a traitor and a murderer. We won't go into too many details... but the Inumaki's aren't really the most peaceful either.

Back to my story... I called my curse technique ; Sound wave. It isn't the best name... but it does describe how it works. Like my brother, Inumaki Toge, I have some seals, it's not the same seal though since I also have one on my throat. Here's how it works : It all depends on my voice. I can't sing, hum, talk, shout or do any action where I have to use my vocal cords. I trained for years, 16 to be exact, to be the most silent as possible. My everyday actions are silent. When I cry, I have to stay quiet. The only time I still have trouble to be mute, is when I sneeze. Ok here's the thing : My voice is so intense, that it creates frequencies, I mean, all voices and noises do. But... I'm a little special. You see, because of my curse, it just takes a faint sentence to create a headache, a scream to blow someone's eardrum, and many seconds of intense screaming, to eventually kill. 

This is me. Y/N Inumaki.

And this is my situation.

I'm 16 years old, physically and mentally in shape... I think. I got this journal today, It's been a while since I wrote or drew something. I'm used to darkness and being stuck with my own thoughts. I don't know for how long I've been here... Months? Years? You might be confused about what I'm talking about... I'm in an asylum. I am stuck here because I've been judged as mentally ill, dangerous, and as a killer. Yesterday, the people taking care of me gave me a journal and a pencil to write how I feel. Though, while I'm still in the asylum, they have the right to read what I'm writting about (Jeremy thank you again for the journal I appreciate). For some time now, I've lost the notion of day and night, hopefully, I will be allowed to get out of here.

(Note of caretaker (Jeremy) : No suspiscious act from Miss Inumaki. Sticks to her story as always.)

2020/11/15

Jeremy finally accepted to tell me a date. I have been here for about 2 years now. He also told me that I'll soon be in capacity to see a visitor.

I actually question myself. Jeremy, why won't you tell me your real name? I know this isn't your real one. You don't trust me do you?

Also, about my situation, since I got here, I have a tube in my mouth, depriving me of the ability to speak, I also learned that I am in an isolated room, preventing me from hearing or re-creating sounds.

(Note of caretaker : I am sorry if I can't say my name, you are here for a reason, you are acused to be a murderer and a satan vessel, so I can't take any chances into telling you my name.)

2020/11/16

(Note of caretaker : No new writing from Miss Inumaki)

2020/11/17

(Note of caretaker : No new writing from Miss Inumaki)

2020/11/18

Jeremy told me that I could see my brother tomorrow. I wonder if he changed a lot. He's always been really cool from my memories. I miss him. I'll have to stop thinking about him or else I'll cry. I don't like to cry. Jeremy, don't say this to anyone please. Don't let them know I cried.