𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 [𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢]

• Chapter 13 •

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❝I don't think a five year old should be running around with a knife❞
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-- Trigger Warning: Strong Language, Vomit, Pills --
(Proceed with caution, please! <3)

The blustery air flows around your body gently as you sit on the front steps of the Zen'in Residence. Ahead of you sit carefully placed cherry blossom trees had been picked bare by the merciless winter, a few lost specks of stiff snow decorating the dark branches.

Sighing deeply, you position your arms on the level ground behind you, leaning into the pressure. The cold, quiet environment felt pleasant after your body feeling like it's on fire from today's training.

You hear a hiss behind you. Leaning your head back lazily, you spot a low level curse slithering around one of the front pillars. It was shocking seeing you first curse two years ago, but now that you know they're harmless, you don't mind them too much.

'It looks like one of the photos Papa showed me. He wanted me to record a curse in my notebook by drawing it, labeling the level, and then killing it. I hate homework.'

Grabbing your notebook and pencil propped on the stair beside you, you grasp the flimsy pages as you clumsily make your way to the next blank page. Labeling the top "Papa's Homework Asinement, Number 7" you messily draw one vertical line, then a worm-like creature wrapping around it. It was unbelievably rumpled, but it had to do.

'Looks pretty weak. Since it hasn't even looked at me yet, I'd assume it's a Grade 4. That parts easy enough.'

You stand up abruptly, pulling a knife out of your legging pocket and sliding the leather sheath off. "Now I should kill you; sorry about this." you think out loud.

"Kill who?" a gruff voice behind you asks. You jerk your head back in shock, face pale when you feel a large hand on your shoulder. "I don't think a five year old should be running around with a knife, going around trying to kill my curse."

'It's the scary man... I'll be honest with him.'

"It's for Papa's assignment. I didn't know he belonged to you, Toji-san." The Zen'in glaces at your notebook still sprawled on the steps, picking it up roughly as his hand slides off your shoulder. Eyeing the page, his brows furrow slightly. "You spelled assignment wrong. I don't think your dad would like that very much, knowing that stuck up motherfucker."

"Motherfucker." You repeat the unfamiliar word, gazing at him with a confused look on your face. He hands your notebook back to you, smirking maliciously. "Well, at least you have a large vocabulary. Oh, and I'll help you with your homework. Meet me outside of the wall, okay?" He pats your head before walking away.

"Motherfucker."

"What did you just say?" your father asks, a strict tone in his voice. You glance ahead, the man no more than a few falling snowflakes left from the disturbed trees. 'Toji-san is quick. I should train with him.'

Remembering your father's presence, you scramble to rewrite the misspelled word, remembering Toji say Papa wouldn't be pleased at your mistake. You look back at the past pages for reference.

You hear your father's voice beside you this time as he looks over your shoulder. "What did you say just now." He commands an answer, and you feel yourself shrinking down at the subconscious inferiority you felt. "Toji-san called you a motherfucker." Studying your stoic features he finds no sense of knowledge of the word, so he lets it slide.