3rd P.O.V
A little girl is running around her house's backyard. She let out a giggle as she tries to catch a butterfly, as it lands on a flower. She tiptoes slowly and carefully, trying her best to not startle the small insect.
She pouted when the butterfly took notice of her and flies off. Out of the corner of her eyes, she notices a little bird on the ground. She furrows her eyebrows and walks up to it. Her eyes widened as soon as she realize the little bird is hurt.
She carefully picks it up in her small hands. She turn around and rushes inside the house. "Mama! Papa!" She yelled out for her parents. The sound of rapid footsteps can be heard as her parents rushes towards her, thinking the little girl have injured herself.
"Y/N! What's wrong??" Her mother said, in a panic tone. Her mother kneels down next to her and check her body for any type of injuries. Y/N just blinks her eyes at her mom's action.
"A little bird..." her father said, who just enters the room. Her mother finally takes notice of the little animal in Y/N's small hands. Y/N turns to look at her father in sadness.
"Do you think we can treat it, papa? Since you're a vet" She asked. Her father turns to look at her. "We can try honey..." he said, making the little girl smiles happily. She lift her hands, letting her father take the little bird from her.
Her father take the little bird to the coffee table. He stands up and grabs his equipments. He walks back to the living room, where Y/N is seen caressing the little bird's head.
"It's okay, little bird. Papa will take good care of you" she said, smiling softly. Her father smiles at how soft her voice sounded when talking to the small animal. He walks over to her and kneels down. Y/N quickly moves aside, to give her father some space to work.
***
Y/N hugs her mother, sobbing. After a few days of treating the little bird. The bird is gone. Little Y/N feels very upset because they can't rescue the little animal.
"It's okay, honey... we've tried our best. At least the poor thing won't feel anymore pain. It's free..." her mother said, trying her best to comfort her daughter. Y/N just keeps crying while clutching the front of her mother's shirt.
She pulls away from her mom and pick up the small bird. "I'm sorry, little bird. I feel so sad that we can't cure you..." she said. Her voice cracks a little as she talks to the bird.
She closes her eyes, wanting the little bird to live. Her eyes shot open when she feel warmth spreading through her hands. She opens her eyes to see they're glowing a soft f/c. Even her parents are shock to see what's happening in front of them.
When the light disappears. The little bird starts to breathe again. Y/N opens her hand, allowing the to fly around her as if it's never been hurt. Y/N let out a gleeful laugh as the bird flies in circle around her.
"Mama! Papa! The little bird is alive!!" She cheered happily. Her parents turns to look at each other. A soft smile softly starts to form on their faces when they soon realize what happened. Their daughter have a gift. A gift of a healer.
"Y/N, honey..." her father said, kneeling down next to the little girl. Y/N stops what she's doing and turn to look at her father, as the little bird lands on her shoulder.
"Yes, papa?" She asked, tilting her head slightly in confusion. Her father gently places his hands on her shoulders. "You have a gift, honey... you can heal. It's a truly wonderful gift. But, it'll be best if we keep it a secret, okay?" he said. Y/N furrows her eyebrows in confusion.
"But why, papa?" She asked, completely not getting why her father wants her to keep her gift a secret. He just smiles and gently caress Y/N's cheek. "There're bad people in this world, Y/N. We don't want them to find out what you can do. They might hurt you... and take you away from mama and papa" he said. Y/N's eyes widened at what he said.
"No! I don't wanna be taken away..." she said, her eyes slowly tearing up. Her father pulls her into a hug. "That's why we have to keep it a secret, okay?" He said. Y/N just nods her head, hugging him back tightly.
Her father turns to look at his wife, who stares back at him with a worried gaze. He just gives her a soft smile, trying to reassure her that he will never let anything harm their precious daughter.
Time-skip
Y/N wakes up startled when someone picks her up hurriedly. She opens her eyes, quickly realizing it's her mother. She furrows her eyebrows in confusion.
"Mama? What's going on?" She asked. Her mother turns to look at her. "They somehow find out about your little gift. Now they're trying to take you away, dear. Your papa is trying to hold them off" she said. Y/N's eyes widened at what her mother told her.
Her mother hurriedly carry her out of the house. But before they could get a step further from the house, a group of people in black suits surrounds her. She bit her lips in frustration when she realizes she's been cornered.
"Hand over the little girl..." one of them said. Y/N's mother holds her closer. "Never! I know what kind of people you are. You're not laying a hand on my baby! You're gonna have to go through me!" She said. Her voice is filled with hostility. She will do everything in order to keep her precious daughter safe.
The group of men just turns to look at each other, as they seem to be sharing the same thought. One of them quickly fires a gun at Y/N's mother, making the poor woman drops her little daughter.
"Mama!!" Y/N yelled out. She gets up and try to get to her. But a pair of hands grabs her by her arm. She starts trashing around, as one of the man throws her over his shoulder. She keeps screaming and kicking.
She calls out for her mother who stares back at her with her hand weakly outstretched. Tears streams down Y/N's cheek when she realize she can't save her mom... and that she's going to die.
***
Y/N have no idea how long it has been since she was taken away from her home. The people who took her would demand her to heal their injured comrades. If she refuses, they would start to torture her.
She have lost hope in trying to escape the place after each attempt failed. So now she just accepted her life. She accepted that this might be the way she'll have to live on.
Her eyes shot open when she hears a series of gun-shots being fired. She flinched when the door to her cell burst open. She backs away against the wall, as fear starts to grow within her.
It was a man, with long hair. He take notices of the little girl's fearful gaze. He smiles softly at the little girl, trying not to scare her any further.
"It's okay, little girl. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" He said. Y/N just stares at him with a doubtful expression. So to show Y/N that he means no harm, he places his gun back inside his hostler.
"See... I'm friendly. My name is Kogoro Akechi... what's yours?" He said. Y/N just gulps nervously as she stares at the man in front of her. "My name is L/N Y-Y/N..." she said. Akechi smiles at the little girl's answer.
"Well Y/N, let's get you out of here, okay?" He said. He lift his hand, offering it to Y/N. Y/N just stares at his hand, contemplating whether or not she should trust him. With shaky hand, she slowly place it on top of his. Akechi gently pulls her up to her feet. But as soon as she stands straight, she starts to sway.
Akechi quickly catches her before she falls. He gently scoops her up in his arms, smiling softly as Y/N just stares back at him with tearful eyes. Akechi just give Y/N a small smile.
"It's okay... I'll take care of you..." he said, using the softest voice he could muster, as to not scare Y/N. Y/N feels warmth spreading across her chest for the first time. She just smiles softly to herself and close her eyes. She leans her head against Akechi's chest. She let herself drift off to sleep knowing that she is safe now.
*to be continued*
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