𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 || Alternate ending

Lost and Gain | 10

The Kamisato clan holds many secrets. One of which is a genetic illness, though perhaps calling it a 'curse' would be more accurate.

This illness reduces the strength of ones immune system, which renders whoever is born with it to constantly fall ill and become more vulnerable to infections. Infections are especially dangerous when one has an open wound.  The healing process is slower and your body isn't strong enough to fight against it. Thus, in most cases, you would die. For a while, this was a cause of death that the clan frequently had to experience amongst each other. 

It was hell on earth, one could say. However the effects of the curse has eased, and nowadays, the sickness would fade as one grows older-- instead of it becoming worse, like how it was thousands of years ago. But, this would only apply to you if you are able to make it to adulthood.

Though this illness was far from disappearing completely, it was definitely better... however it did not come for free. It's believed that a human sacrifice was made long ago to satisfy the gods to reduce the effects of the curse.

She was a young maiden, with bright eyes and a warm smile— as described through books written by the previous ancestors of the Kamisato clan hundreds of years ago. But, the young maiden was selfless and gave her life up in hopes to ease the suffering of the curse for the following generations. She too, was a victim to the curse, and had passed away from fatal wound in her chest.

The young maiden had connections with an unnamed individual, which somehow lead to the strong connections the Kamisato clan now has with the descendants of The Electro Archon. Her relationship with the unknown individual was never confirmed, but some believed that they were engaged... though they never had the chance to truly get married.

Not long after the young maiden's death, the unnamed individual was executed after falsely accusing himself of murdering her. It's believed he did in order to maintain the Kamisato's genetic illness a secret from the public.

It wasn't till after his death did The Electro Archon found that he was innocent.

The remains of the young maiden and unnamed individual were buried beside each other beneath a beautiful Sakura tree, which till this day, is kept under the protection of the current descendants of The Electro Archon; Raiden Makoto, Raiden Ei, Raiden Kunikuzushi, and Raiden Shogun.

In order to keep the tree safe, a garden was built around it, and for hundreds of years, it was maintained by the head of the Raiden Family. However, when Raiden Ei become the head of the family after the death of her elder twin sister, Raiden Makoto, she refused to take care of the garden.

Her son, Kunikizushi, not wanting to abandon the place his aunt once treasured so dearly, decided to take responsibility for his mothers lack of attentiveness and become the new gardener in her stance.

This place, where the beautiful Sakura tree resided now was called 'The Violet Garden.'

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Your eyes flicker open, and you found yourself confused. How long have I been asleep?— you wondered, moving your sore body to look around the room.

Scaramouche was gone, it was now dark outside— and you were drenched in sweat. The curtains were closed, but you could still feel the soft, cold breeze blowing in from the open window. It felt nice against your skin.

You always hated waking up from naps, especially when you were sick. Your body would always be so sore— like you've been ran over by a car then dragged across the floor. And for some reason, you'd always find yourself waking up with a headache worse then the one you had before you went to sleep. The human body was so strange, especially your body.

A tired sign passes through your lips, "my neck hurts," you groan as you turned your body towards your side— where you saw your hairpin. It was now on the table. Scaramouche likely placed it there to prevent you from breaking your hair piece in your sleep before he left.

You frown as you began to wonder where Scaramouche was.

Seeing how there was no one else in the room reminded you how much you hated being alone whilst you were sick.

Carefully, you slipped your way out of bed. But only after a few steps in towards the door, your knees became weak and you quickly stumbled to your side against the wall.

You could feel your heart rate immediately increase— you thought you were going to fall. Now you were really starting to panic. Your body was shaking, and you felt like you were going to collapse. "Scaramouche?" You called, hoping for an answer, but there was no response. "Ayaka, Thoma?" You called— and again, there was no reply.

"Scaramouche are you somewhere in the dorm?" You asked, with a slightly louder tone. But he still didn't respond. Taking a few steps forward, with the help of the wall, you manage to get to the door and open it.

The light in the kitchen was on, and you heard the faint sound of music playing.

"Scaramouche?" You call once more, as you approach the kitchen. And there he was, sitting with a peaceful expression on his face at the dinner table. There were many papers scattered across the table, and it didn't take you long to realize that he was working on homework as he blasted music through his headphones... no wonder he didn't answer your calls.

"What are you working on?" you ask, finding a seat to sit across from him. Scaramouche looks up after noticing your presence. He takes off his headphones, "Did you say something?" he questions. "Nothing Important!" you shift your chair closer to the table, "I was curious to know what you were working on?" you lean towards him with a grin.

You could feel all your worries immediately melt away now that you were in the company of someone else, which made you happy. But, Scaramouche on the other hand, found your sudden cheerfulness rather strange compared to the behavior you had in the morning.

"You're back to normal now," He comments, completely ignoring your previous question.

"Hmm, I suppose I am?" you reply, a bit confused.

"..Here, take this," Scaramouche throws something at you, causing you to yelp as it hits your face. However, it didn't hurt... it was soft.

As it falls into your hand, you realize that it was a sweater-- a soft black and white sweater. You tilt your head with a puzzled look, "Wear it, or else you're going to make your cold even worse if you keep walking around at night when you're sick with nothing but a t-shirt and short," Scaramouche states, surprising you that he actually cared.

"Oh! Thank you?" you say as you put the sweater on. Scaramouche looks back down at his homework, almost as if to avoid your gaze. "You should be grateful. I wouldn't be doing this if you weren't sick. The sooner you're better, the sooner I can be freed from taking care of you..." he mutters.

You couldn't help but smile like an idiot.

The sweater was warm, really warm. It was almost comforting in a way you couldn't describe.

"Why are you staring at me?" Scaramouche asks, glaring at you. "Nothing, I'm just happy," you chuckle, your liveliness slightly irritating him. "Just let me stay here with you for a little longer, will you? I don't like being alone while I'm sick," You mutter as you rest your head onto the palm of your hand.

Scaramouche didn't say anything. He just continued working silently.

It has been a while since nights has last been comforting like this. In most cases, the days when you're sick would be long and cold, especially during the night. But in this moment, you had no worries. It was as if nothing really mattered. And you allowed yourself to doze off into a peaceful sleep once again.