Your Father's Daughter || Mizu x Fem! Reader || ||Blue Eye Samurai ||

Chapter 3

You had told your father everything you had heard that night about this mysterious blue eyed samurai who had begun plaguing Japan. The whole time it seemed your father was unaffected by the information you were telling him. When you told him about the rumor that he had killed another white man in the country his response was "So that's what happened to him."

Unaffected. Unmoved. Like a rock against the tides of the ocean, your father was.

You always found inspiration in your father's stability when it came to situations where the ordinary person would crumble. For years, you watched him as his shadow and adopted as many traits as you could. You learned how to not be quick to anger; putting it away to be used for greater purposes at another time. You learned when and where to use information given to you; only showing your cards when necessary and even then only a few. He taught you that everything was a game, and everyone was playing it whether they wanted to or not. Compared to your biological mother, your father was more of a parent to you than she could ever be. You found yourself grateful for falling at the wheels of his carriage.

That night doesn't rise in your memory very often as you are too busy to truly sit down and recollect it; going over the details. It is a painful memory, the fear,the different scents and tastes in the air, the fire erupting from your childhood house and the screaming of your mother. Your mother who had abandoned you. If it wasn't for the kindness and mercy that found your fathers heart that night, if it was just his worker who showed that night and he had stayed behind like he planned to that evening, you would be ashes. He told you a few years ago how he felt moved to come along on this trip, to "make sure things went in order." It felt spiritual the way he told the story of your meeting, like it was a connection meant to be. Maybe his God had moved him that night, or maybe it was a coincidence, but he had saved your life with a few words and a kneel, changing it for the better. He didn't know how bad it was before. And you believed him never bothering to ask was a way of moving on from the past, and focusing on the brighter future that lies ahead. You don't think on it as much as it has been years, but sometimes the nightmares would creep in. Unwanted guests lying in your bed to keep you company that was never requested.

Your mother throwing you to the floor, of her slipping into the room you all shared with strange men, her ignoring your presence for days at a time. These memories shifted and morphed into horrific monsters in the wind right before your closed lids, threatening to overcome you, threatening to take you back. The first time these new nightmares started revealing themselves to you, you would wake with a cold sweat. You had learned not to scream as screaming would wake your mother and siblings, and that would get you hurt. Grabbing at the new bed sheets that stuck to your skin, you would attempt to ground yourself in this new environment. So young, and very scared. You hadn't known your new father for very long at this point, so you didn't feel comfortable going to him for help just yet. You just needed to put your feet on the ground, you had thought to yourself. To step outside, to breathe.

The house was large which was not what you were used to at all. Every corner had a corner, and behind every sliding door there was a room you had never seen before. It was hard to keep track of it all. You used your senses and listened for the sound of the night, to find a door that led you outside. The night offered you a sense of peace and relief that your bed had not. It was more familiar than anything in this new home. Than these new clothes, these new routines, this new guardian. Everything was so different, but not the night. The night rarely changes. You decided to find it, wherever it was.

Wandering the halls, you began searching for any doors that lead to outside. When you finally spotted it, you felt relief but only briefly as right before that doorway there was a room lit up with the voices of a few men coming from it. The thought of walking by it gave you a cold anxious feeling. You couldnt imagine getting into trouble this early in your new life, and this man was still a stranger to you. What he was capable of was beyond your imagination. As you approached the door, subconsciously shifting your breathing to sneak past the room, you couldn't help but listen in.