The Motherly Instincts

Prologue

Tw:pain/choking/ mention of ED
Also spoilers for Obanai Iguro's past
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In this world people can't choose their fate-its more of a system.
When someone has lived for 11 years they get a mark. A mark that chooses their life. Wether they shall grow up to be a mother or a protector.
No one knows why this happens but everyone follows this system. No one has gone against their fate.
Well apart from one.
A boy.
He was always a frail boy that has never been seen as someone filled with beauty. Wearing a mask to cover his features, never been able to even look at himself without feeling shameful. The scar that haunts him doesn't go away, its stays there.
Forever...
Making his skin contort into a raged form.
He can't stand it.
So he hides it, but there is something else that haunts him.
His dirty bloodline.
A bloodline he sees as cursed.
He has been born cursed, he knows it.
Living in a society were all women are born. Apart from him.
He was the first male born in 500 year of their family line.
He had seemed to find himself in a predicament that people of such age shouldn't go through.
Having his faced slashed to match a snakes mouth.
But..
He seem to know full well what his purpose is.

To be eaten.

He had woken up on the 15th September 1910 and had turned 11 years of age. The age which their mark appears.  The age were their fate is sealed.
He had woken up like any other day as his 'family' never remember such a day. Locked up in a wooden confinement, feeling stares on him constantly. He had gotten used to the feeling but it never left him. The feeling of someone watching his every move. Judging the way he stands, thinks, talks. All of it. He hates it. But as he doesn't know who this thing was. It was only a question he could ask.
Who was watching him?
He had opened the sealed window of his face to be hit with the aroma of noodles filling his nostrils, it made him feel sick to his stomach. The smell that others may seem as pleasant makes his stomach turn. He can't stand the smell of food. Even if it is a stick of dango he wants to throw up. He is left with it all the time, allowing it to grow fungi and insects. He has never seen food as a pleasure in his life, more like a silent torture. He has always wanted to leave this cell. Never to be seen again. Although his wish may be odd, he never seemed to wish for anything more that freedom. So his plan was to escape on his eleventh birthday but that didn't go to plan.

Little did he know his life changed that very day, causing himself to be even lower in the pecking order.

As he lifted his head to take in the surroundings once more, he suddenly feels an agonising burn across his chest. The pain was unbearable, felt as if a something was being pressed onto his skin but the tool has just been heated in a pool of lava. He clutched his chest tightly as the pain continued.

That didn't push his limits.

He was able to compose himself until a shot of pain pulsed through his body. He couldn't hold it anymore. He let out a heart-aching screech.  He started bawling his eyes out, screaming from the agony that this 'burn' is giving him. Rivers were screaming down his face causing puddles to form on the ground.
The pain didn't stop, it continued. The pain increasing every second. The unbearable agony he was feeling was indescribable.
His throat started to swell, causing himself to start choking on the atmosphere around him. Grasping for what little life he had left, hearing the faded hisses if his beloved companion. He saw as the leaves around him fought once more, that was the last thing he saw, before his eyes started to blur everything in view. His head soon felt as if it was spinning, a headache started forming causing more damage than before.
His body soon felt numb, couldn't feel anything. The once sturdy structure began to crumble. Collapsing on itself, the head falling and hitting the ground.
The world around him soon became a wasteland. Everything he once saw turned black. No light.
"Was this death?" He thought to himself as his body was breaking down. No longer able to hear the faded cries of his companion who he loved so dearly.
Though the last word he heard, the last syllable he could manage to form in his brain before his eyes closed.
"Help!"
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He knew he had started to regain consciousness when he felt a tear on his cheek. The water falling down his face to then be absorbed by the mask he was wearing.
As the black void started seeing colours once more he saw orange. A man with bright yellow hair staring down at him. The boy started taking in his features, the yellow and red hair pulled back into a messy ponytail; central heterochromia  matching his fiery hair. His smile was one of a hero. His lips curled seeing the boy awake.
"Hello their young one!" The man exclaimed startling the boy in some way. Who was this man? The man continued to speak, "The name is Shinjuro Rengoku, what's yours?"
The boy was startled at such a question, "Obanai Iguro, sir" Obanai lifted his torso to see a room he couldn't recognise. Rubbling his chest to feel an etching, he couldn't but his finger on what it was.
"How old are you Obanai?" Rengoku asked allowing the boy to think for a moment before answering, "11 years old.."
Shinjuro's face turned from one of confusion to one of relief. "I see well that explains it."
The boy was now confused looking at the man towering above him, what does he mean?
"Well Obanai I have a son who is a year younger than you but I'm sure you'll get along just well! And do please tell me if your in any pain I have some medication for it." Shinjuro stated smiling once more.
Obanai then nodded to soon move his body toward the edge of the futon (Japanese style bed) he was lying on. He took in his surroundings once more to see the shoji (Japanese style doors) of the room open to see a boy who he presumed was Rengoku's son. He then stood up and bowed towards the man at a 45* angle and soon spoke, "Arigato (thank you) Rengoku-sama."
Shinjuro furrowed his eyebrows at the thanks he was given but then replied, "Mondainashi (no problem) Obanai-san"
Iguro soon raised his head and swivelled on his heels to face the door. He soon strolled out of the room to were the boy was.
"Obanai Iguro... such a strange boy." Rengoku thought to himself on what the boy had gone through.

As he was lost in thought a bellow came from the front door.
"Its all your fault!" A feminine voice emerged from the room, this caught Rengoku of guard and ran straight to were the noice was.
As he entered the room he saw Iguro being pushed to the floor by who he presumed is his cousin who had survived the outrage of that demon.

Rengoku ran to the female in distress and had pulled her way from Obanai. She soon shouted once more, "Everyone died because of you getting your mark! Fifty people died! And you killed them!" She had paused for a moment before spewing more of her venomous words, "You're just the sacrifice! You should've been eaten a long time ago! Before you manifested that mark! Which seemed to have proved your worthlessness!"
Her boiled up angered words hit the frail boy hard, there was nothing rational about her words but it had done its work towards the boy. Making him feel an undesirable about of guilt.

Feeling so worthless.

After witnessing the scene before him Shinjuro finally spoke up. "I believe it is time for you to leave, you've done enough."
The girl scoffed before turning to the way she came. Strolling down the beige path that lead to the Rengoku manner.
As Shinjuro watched the girl walk away he heard a light whimper, a silent cry. He turned his head to see the frail boy tearing up from the harsh words his cousin had left. The yellowed haired man then crouched to be at level with the boy. He then pulled the saddened child into a warm embrace. He soon spoke, "Its not your fault, it happens to everyone, it just happens to be that your body didn't react the way it should have. You lived and thats okay,to live and age isn't a crime."

The words calmed Iguro down, he had allowed himself to rest his head onto the man in-front of him. Allowing his tears to penetrate the man's kimono.
Obanai soon uttered a word, "can I meet your son Rengoku-sama?" He lifted his head to gain eye contact with the man, Shinjuro smiled at Obanai which left the boys eyes to have a glimmer of joy. Obanai soon pulled away from the embrace to run into the house to meet Rengoku's son.

Shinjuro couldn't help but chuckle at the boy, he pursed his lips and whispered a sentence, "I'll keep Kyōjurō and Senjuro safe my love..."
After saying the words to his deceased love he walked into the house to find the boys talking to one another. He smiled on how the boys got along.

'Obanai Iguro, you are one strange omega...'
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