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DAYS PAST

I remember hating my parents. I don't know why and I don't really remember. I hated my father because of the way he treated my family, I blamed him for Touya's death, I blamed him because of Shoto and his fear of doing anything other then hide. I blamed him for a lot of thing.

I don't know it hate was really the right word for what I felt for my mother. But it definitely wasn't love. I held some resentment to her for leaving her children with the man who drove her insane. She got to live in a safe hospital while we were stuck in the hellhole of the house.

I never spoke much in class, I sat in the back and never acknowledged the people who tried to talk to me. Of course people thought I was full of myself and a snob, but I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was finishing school so I could become a hero.

Because that's what Touya would've done. And it's what he never got to do because of our father.

I always felt some sort of sympathy for Fuyumi. She always tried to forgive our father for all of his shortcomings. I never understood why she would forgive someone like him, but she always told me it was for the best. Just like one day when I came home from school and they were out kicking the kickball to each other softly.

I set my bag down and ran over the them. "Hey guys. How was homeschool?"

Natsuo kicked the ball over, "Boring. I was thinking maybe I could beg dad to let me go to a public school too."

"Natsu." Fuyumi scowled, "Don't talk about homeschool like that. You should be grateful we even get to be homeschooled."

I kicked the ball to Natsuo, he caught it with the bottom of his foot and sighed, "Why does dad always say we're useless? On tv all the other dads help their kids. What makes our dad so different?"

A tense silence fell over the three of us. I looked to our older sister, usually Fuyumi would say something to cheer us up and tell us not to worry about it. However this time she just bit her bottom lip. Fuyumi suddenly stood up straight, "Let's not be sad. All dads are different and those dads on tv are fake anyway so it doesn't matter."

"But it does if our dad is an abusive asshole." I rolled my eyes.

"You shouldn't call him that." Fuyumi said. I could tell she didn't mean it.

I shrugged one of my shoulders, catching the ball Natsu kicked my way. We kicked the ball back and forth to eachother for a few hours. All three of us laughing and running around, it was at this time that we were truly free. Not held back by the grief of our brother and not our father. It was when we were together we had the most fun. When we kicked that ball to each other, it was like nothing was wrong and we all had an ordinary life.

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YUKINO POV

I hated greeting people.

Keigo and I made rounds for awhile, Shoto and Nariko both escaped the chaos and were wandering around together. I wanted to go with them and leave the crowd but sadly, I had a job to do.

Before the Gala, I had stuck the tiny microphone on one of the folds of my dress where it was easy to grab and no one could see it. I've been here for twenty minutes, but I still haven't seen the Hero President.

"Well, if it isn't Frost Bite."

I turned and saw one of my favorite hero's. "Well well, if it isn't Miriko." I smirked.

She was wearing a black suit with black heels, she looked beautiful and handsome at the same time. We embraced for a few seconds before clamping our hands together and shaking. "How've you been girl?"