Blaze with Me (Benimaru Shinmon x Reader)

Chapter 1

Blue flames...an individual who could make their own blue flames was a very rare phenomenon. Blue flames were considered to be the hottest flames of all time, and sometimes, the wielders' skin couldn't take the intense heat thus dying or their skin melting off...until she was born. A young girl born in a wealthy village who kept the traditional Japanese lifestyle in their lives and homes. Her name was Y/N. A 3rd generation blue flame pyrokinetic. However, her father had other uses for his daughter to marry quickly and produce more blue flame heirs. Even if some didn't come out with the sapphire flames, it was more likely than randomly producing another one with two regular users.

A loving father turned abusive and manipulative with power to become one of the strongest families in the region. It didn't matter how he got to that point. Once he saw his daughter, age 7, use her powers for the first time he became a monster in her eyes. Everything she knew about her old life just seemed to be a fairy tale, and only her mom was there to comfort her daughter once her father was done with her for the day. She would care for her daughter as much as she could and took the beatings for treating her wounds and making sure she ate at least once a day.

This couple also had an older son, 5 years older than the daughter, but was just born a regular 3rd generation pyrokinetic. He was always jealous of his sister who got all the attention from their dad (whether it was wanted or unwanted). He was the one who spared with her the most on orders from their father and he never once held back. Not when he broke her nose, not when he broke her arm, rib, leg, or even when he knocked her unconscious by using his flames to send her flying into a tree. He should have been the one with the power of the blue flames. Not his weak sister.

Who after years later, agonizingly painful, and tough years, when she was 16 everything had changed once again. But at least she was stronger. Made into the 'monster' her father wanted her to be. But it was all a front. If not for her mother's kindness and love, she might have turned into the monster her brother was. Now in the past two years, she's overpowered him and gave him absolutely no mercy when she kicked his ass with a crazed smile and look in her (e/c) eyes. Her flames keep growing stronger, her skin a long time ago got used to the intense heat not scaring her anymore, and her control over the flames couldn't be more perfect. It took years to tame the wild flames but eventually she got them to bend to her will.

The one to prosper this family's future. The one who just recently found out she was going to marry another family to join them together and immediately produce heirs like her father always said she would. Now the problem with that was the son of the other family. Way more ruthless and crueler than her brother was ever to her. She heard the stories...seen...what he did to his other betrotheds. This was something she couldn't do. She didn't care what the punishment was. She would not and could not marry that man. Hadn't she suffered and done enough already?

She tried talking with her father, which ended up with yelling and a slap to the face. Y/N, no matter how much she wanted to set him on fire...didn't because somewhere she still hoped he loved her like he used to. And well, her asking to not marry her betrothed resulted in expediting things for the wedding to happen tomorrow. When her brother laughed in her face for it after giving the news. She felt lightheaded and couldn't breathe, couldn't hear anything as it became an eerie ringing in her ears, couldn't believe her father did this.

She didn't deserve any of this.

Hyperventilating, Y/N slowly walked into her room sliding the door open and close before falling to her knees on her futon silent crying. A voice told her to burn it all. What did it matter anymore.

"They should all just die."

Hearing herself, an eerie smile crept up onto her face as wisps of blue flames started to gather around her. The voice was right. She should just fucking kill them all and run away. A gasp was heard, and she spun her head around so fast that when her mother entered the room Y/N started crying again.