a secret i shouldn't have kept.

chapter. 1

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part one
~• my first misfortunes. •~

friday, march 13th of 5th year (4th grade)
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    My name is Kunikuzushi. I'm 10 years old, with an overwhelming feeling of deja vú. But I'm a child, so I can't help but to ignore it. I'm a fifth year in one of the best public schools in Inazuma, and right now, it's recess. My school's playground is big. There's one main area that has some sort tower thingy, a bunch of slides, monkey bars, and something that you can jump onto and it will spin you round and round endlessly. I love my school. I love my friends. I have two best friends- Katsuragi and Kokoro. I've known them both since I was really little. We went to pre-school together. But Katsuragi's family works for my mother. My mom rules over our nation, Inazuma. She's the Archon.

    Katsuragi and Kokoro are yelling behind me. We're known as the "trio of k." And now that we're standing around the witches hat, lame people from our grade are gathering around like it's a highschool fight. My step-mom has told me about those. My hands are calloused from past failed attempts, and my guitar and violin classes (that I've been taking without my mother's permission). I won't be able to feel the stinging pain of my skin tearing off as much. I look around with a grin on my face, rubbing my hands together while trying my best to calculate if anybody is too close. A lot of people are, because everyone else is dumb, but they'd better move back. I'm sure that they don't want to be kicked in the face by me.

Right now, I'm 4'10, but I can jump high. I move to the high side, open my hands, bend my knees and jump. My short and messy hair is immediately blown into my face by the wind of sudden movement and the witches hat spins. Katuragi runs to my side, puts two hand on my waist, and gives me a good push. He's strong. And I may or may not have the tiniest little crush on him, so that little touch makes me want to squeal and fangirl over him for hours on end. I become so distracted that one of my hands slip, and I panic. I'm on the high side. I look down. Because of that panic, my other hand slips- I fall weirdly, into the crowd. Nobody cushions me, and I land on both my arm and the sharp moulch, while pain shoots up my arm in burning waves. I could have sworn I heard something either pop or crack, but my mind goes blank, and all 9-year-old Kunikuzushi can do is let out a blood-curdling scream. I hear extremely muffled laughing, an Kokoro's footsteps rushing towards me. Kokoro's voice is quiet and deafened under the ringing in my ears.

My arm is bleeding and splintered. Tears are running down my face. I hope that Katsuragi went to get a teacher, because I'm sure that I broke my arm. Kokoro is trying to pick me up. But that's only making it worse. The pain in my arm feels like it's acidic and melting through my skin. I finally open my eyes, and my vision is very blurry but slowly clearing up. Kokoro's face is worried. I look past, only to find Katsuragi laughing with another group of boys and girls. One of the girls is all over him, hugging onto his arms while smiling slyly. She's a blue-eyes blonde. Her name's Cecilia, and she's from Mondstadt. I want to cry harder.

    "...Katsu..-"

    Kokoro looks where I'm looking, stands, and walks over to Katsuragi. He yells, and slaps Katsuragi. I've told Kokoro about my feelings for Katsuragi, and I hear him yell something about that. It's so embarrassing. But Katuragi seems surprised, and that quickly fades into disgust.

    "Are you kidding? Archons, I'm bored of this- Kunikuzushi is an abomination!"

    ...Oh, wow, that hurt. It felt like something just.., stabbed through my chest without even thinking about it. Probably because Katsu didn't. He said that so openly. I don't understand- I can't understand. It's so unfair, and I fucking hate it. Why me? Why not Cecilia? I'm supposed to be special. I am special. I am the Archon's daughter. I'm perfect, I am and I always have been, I always will be. What right does Katsuragi have to do this to me?