"N-no s...s-st-top..." My pleads raised to deaf ears. He didn't stop. He kept hurting me,over and over. He never told me his name. Evreyone here at the monestary called him father so i didn't know his real name. I've lost count of how many times this monster has...hurt me. Since I was 5,I am still too scared to tell anyone. I can't.. I won't.
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~Present day~ no one pov
The morning routine was a facade, a practiced act that Rin performed daily, hiding the turmoil beneath a mask of indifference. The cold bite of the morning air pierced his skin, but it was nothing compared to the icy chill that lingered in his heart. Yukio's casual demeanor masked the obliviousness Rin worked so hard to maintain, a protective shield against prying eyes and probing questions.
As he changed, Rin's eyes darted to the mirror, a reluctant witness to the haunting reminders etched upon his skin – a mosaic of scars, souvenirs from a past he wished to erase. The sight made his breath hitch, a reminder of the agony he bore silently each day. But there was no time for vulnerability. He quickly shrugged into his uniform, concealing the evidence of his suffering, and stepped out, joining Yukio for their journey to class.
Walking down the corridors, whispers danced around Rin like ghostly echoes, eyes lingering longer than necessary, curiosity fueled by a mix of rumors and half-truths. He navigated through the sea of judgment, a practiced art of avoidance, masking his discomfort with a facade of nonchalance. Yet, in the midst of disdainful glares, a few friendly faces emerged – Bon, Shiemi, and Shima, beacons of warmth in a cold and unfriendly world.
The announcement of the impending field trip pierced Rin's composure. The mention of the family ministry triggered an avalanche of suppressed memories, a visceral reaction he barely contained. The dread clawed at his insides, threatening to spill the secrets he guarded with trembling hands. His mind raced, calculating ways to avoid the inevitable return, but the obligation to go, to face his demons, hung heavy like a shroud around his shoulders.
Yukio's distribution of permission slips sent a ripple of panic through Rin. He feigned indifference, yet internally, his heart pounded with a rhythm of dread. He wished desperately to retreat, to hide from the looming confrontation, but there was no escape. Despite the façade, the fear within him loomed larger than life.
The days leading up to the trip were marked by an eerie stillness within Rin, a calm before the storm. His interactions with Yukio grew strained as the weight of anticipation pressed down upon his chest like a suffocating weight. The approaching visit to the family's ministry loomed ominously, promising a confrontation Rin both dreaded and anticipated with equal measure.
The journey towards the field trip would become a tumultuous voyage, not just across physical landscapes but through the turbulent corridors of Rin's haunted past, where resilience and pain would clash in a battle for his fragile sense of self.
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Not an accident
Fanfictionrin okumura,the spawn of Satan... a of people hate him for something he can't control. it's not his fault! he didn't choose this. he was blamed for his father's actions. When he was younger, a beautiful demon would visit rin in his dreams. Who? what...
