𝗡𝗼 𝗦𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 ᵍᵒʲᵒ ˢᵃᵗᵒʳᵘ

𝟬𝟭

tokyo, june 26 2005

the day you were born was the day your fate was sealed. the life you had just begun had ceased to be yours before you even realized you were living it. it wasn't some god that imposed that fate on you or some other higher entity that may exist somewhere.

it was your parents who had done it. it was your whole family and their stupid traditions that determined your position in this world. you had no right to your very own life from the beginning. it was in the hands of greedy and foolish people. people who wanted to shape your soul and body according to their will.

"the birthmark you possess is a gift. wear it with pride." your mother would always tell you while putting your hair up so that the mark on the back of your neck could be seen. it was three lightning-like blades that together formed a circle and the reason why you were born with weight on your shoulder.

it was the sign that showed you where you belonged to.

you were not aware of all of this as a child. all you knew was that you had to fulfill expectations in order for others to love you. there was no such thing as unconditional love in your book. you had to do something to get something, so you always tried to do what was asked of you to the best of your ability. you didn't question your elders because they seemed to like it when you didn't, you were quiet and obedient because your father praised you for it, and you always dressed the way your mother would approve of.

you only did these things to get at least some kind of affection. you just didn't know any better, how could you? you were just a child.

you soon realized that the love these people would give you had no value.

"you should leave this place. it's dangerous here." a young boy's voice sounded next to you while you watched the sunset.

you turned your head to the one who interrupted your peace. you were in a really bad mood today. "shut up before i kill you." you threatened him with a slightly annoyed undertone.

you hoped he would disappear after that, but you only heard him trying to suppress his laughter, which honestly pissed you off even more. you looked at him with a dark look on your face until he took his hand from his mouth to speak. "you are welcome to try, but i doubt that someone like you would succeed at it."

you could feel his extraordinary cursed energy, but he couldn't feel yours. that was the most likely reason why he looked down on you like that, yet you couldn't help but perceive narcissistic tendencies from him. you had never seen him before, and you didn't know him, at least not on a personal level. though, you would argue that you could judge people pretty well.

you rolled your eyes. "whatever, i certainly don't need to hear shit from a ten-year-old." you stood up, and you weren't going to lie. you felt some kind of sick satisfaction when it turned out you were several inches taller than him.