[A/N: My first fic on wattpad!! I hope it's good for y'all. PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISSPELLED ANYTHING, I AWAYS FORGET TO PROOFREAD. ALSO IN THE START YOU ARE 5'8 IN THE START, AND WHEN YOUR TRAINING ENDS, YOU ARE 6'6-6'9, SO U TALL ASF ❗ My chapters might be long cuz i get carried away btw.]
"Mama, Baba! I'm going out on a walk!" A young, 12 year old [NAME] yelled out, opening the door into the crisp autumn evening breeze. They waited for the response from their parents, swinging their messenger bag over their shoulder. They heared the little tippy-taps from their dog as they smiled. "Okay sweetheart, can you go into town and grab carrots and fish for dinner?" Their mother asked, the sound of chopping evident throughout the house. "M'kay! Can I pretty please get some daifuku too?" They begged, a pleading tone in their voice. "Since you've been so good, you can get a small pack!" Their father chuckled, helping their mother prepare the ingredients for a meal. "Yayyy! Thank you baba!" [NAME] cheered, before stepping out onto the crunchy, golden leaf covered dirt pathway.
They took off into a sprint, heading into the market before the stalls closed for the night. They had surprisingly good stamina and strength, and they were known as the small villages beauty. Which was weird, since you know, THEY'RE TWELVE...
[NAME]'s hair bounced with their excited run, (IF YOU HAVE A HIJAB, U CAN IMAGINE UR HIJAB BOUNCINGG) eventually coming to a stop. They panted and put their palms on their knees, taking a second to catch their breath and take a swig of water from the bottle in their bag.
They eventually straightened their posture and stood straight, walking around the market. They took a stop at a dessert stand, asking for the sweet treat they were craving.
"Excuse me! May I have... Uhm.." [NAME] took a second to think of the flavours they wanted. "2 strawberry daifuku and 1 peach daifuku!" They grinned a big teethy smile at the vendor. The stall owner nodded and took the treat and boxed it up while [NAME] counted their yen. "200yen, please." The stall owner grumbled, stretching their hand out. [NAME] took out the right amount of money, putting it into the vendor's outstretched hand, grabbing the box in return.
They skipped away and walked to another stall, repeating the process and getting the food they need. They put the stuff they needed away into their bag, strolling around the market, looking at the stalls. They had this weird sixth sense that allowed them to kind of feel a presence if there was something alive there. They could also kind of feel the thing's emotions too. And.. There was so many presences around them despite the time of day it was.
It was dark by now, so [NAME] decided to head back to their humble little house. They skipped down the dirt path, occasionally stopping to step on a brown leaf. They occasionally sulked if a leaf didn't crunch, but continued down the path.
As they skipped down further in the direction of their house, there was.. There was only one presence. One that was obviously not one of a human. One that wasn't filled with the warmth their parents had. One that wasn't comforting. One that was vile and disgusting. Their breath hitched and they quickened up their pace. Were those demon rumours true? Did one kill you parents? Were you over-reacting?!
[NAME]'s heart sped up, their heart went into their throat and the sound of their heart beating in their ears. They panted and they sprinted down the path, eventually stopping at the wooden cottage. The door was torn off, a little blood splatter stained the entrance. [NAME] covered their mouth, eyes widening. They took little shaky steps into the house. The sound of ripping flesh and crunching on bone was heard.
"Kekeke.. Did another one show up?" A raspy voice spoke from the shadows. [NAME] shakily turned their head to the voice, a terrifying monster could be seen just barely. "Wowie~ What a beauty."
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