Heartfelt Headlines // Nikei Yomiuri x Fellow Child of Utsuro OC

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

Tears seep from my eyes as I hang my head over the bathroom sink, the water running as I wash the blood from my mouth.

Once again, my father had decided it was time to experiment, and once again, that experiment was on me.

I look into the mirror, blood still dripping down my chin, although my focus is on my mouth for another reason; my teeth. My previously straight, nearly perfect teeth now pointed sharply, as though they belonged to a shark, so sharp that biting my tongue had caused my teeth to go straight through it.

My health wasn't at risk, I wasn't going to die... But god... This wasn't fair.

Taking a deep breath, I gush water around my mouth and spit out more blood, before sticking out my tongue. The bleeding had stopped for now, so I guess I'm fine...

I brush my finger against my teeth, before closing my mouth. I go to the cupboard and pull out a black mask, covering my mouth. I didn't want to have to look at my teeth any more than I'd have to.

I exit the restroom, and coming in to the hallway, I see the one man I honestly didn't want to see; my father. Seeing me, he sighs.

"Why the hell are you wearing that mask? Your teeth are fine, suck it up."

I just glance away and attempt to speed walk to my room, but he grabs my arm firmly with a stern expression. "Now where are you going? I need you again."

I clench my fist, but unclench it instantly. It's fine, it'll be fine. It'll just be a quick test, I bet.

I nod, and even though I know the way by heart by now, my father drags me to the stairway, which leads to the basement.

Pushing me into the basement, he follows and locks the door behind him.

The lights from the monitors light up the dim room, and I go to sit in the chair in the middle of the room, before my wrist is once again grabbed.

"No. Wait for my damn instructions," My father says firmly. "And go sit on the cot."

My wrist being released, I was confused. You'd only need the cot if you were gonna be there a while...

Either way, I comply. There wasn't any point in fighting back at this point. I sit on the cot as my father plugs in a machine, and lines up a few needles. "Now lay down."

Laying down, I just close my eyes and wait...

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*CRASH!*

Hearing a loud crash, I bolt up, and my eyes jolt open, and the first thing I see is the machine my father was plugging in, but now it was ablaze. I scream and jolt away from the cot, but I hear another scream; my father's.

"Neptune, put the fucking fire out!" He yells from the other side of the machine, backing on top of his desk.to get away from the fire.

"..."

I look back at my father silently as he coughs from the smoke. The mask helps, that was lucky. In a split second decision, I turn to the door and begin to run.

"YOU FUCKING BRAT!" My father yells, and begins to try and find a way around the fire.

Getting to the door, my black dress gets caught in the door hinge, and I desperately try to pull it out.

Still pulling, I see my father quickly running through the fire and patting out the small flame on the tip of his lab coat. In that second, I get my dress out of the hinge and slam the door open.

"NEPTUNE, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" He screams before violently coughing. I run up the stairs and in a sudden urge, bolt to the front door. Behind me, I hear angry footsteps running up the stairs.

I tug the door open and speed out the door, my father trailing behind me. Looking back, I see my father close behind. Going as fast as I can, I get to the end of our long driveway, the house now much smaller in my eyes.

Not looking both ways, I run across the street, and it seemed as though my father took the same action, not looking as he crosses and... Getting sped over by a semi truck.

On the other side of the road, I gasp, and run back over. Looking down at him, his head was almost completely crushed in. And although this sight was so gruesome... It works. I wouldn't have been able to get away. This is my safety measure.

I go to bite my lip, but remember how sharp my teeth are now, so I just press my lips together, and yank off my father's lab coat. Somehow, it was just a bit ruffled up and somewhat burned on the end. I put on the coat over my black dress, the sleeves going past my hands and the coat itself to my knees.

I realize I'm still in the road, and run back to the side. Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone walking down the road, not even batting an eye to the event that just occurred. It seemed to be a man, and he had ginger hair.

I run after the man. I don't know why, but I have the feeling that this man is the reason this happened, the reason I'm able to get away. I need to meet him.

I'm unable to reach him before he turns the corner, and turning that corner myself, all I'm able to trace of him is a small card on the ground. Similar to an ID, but it was clearly fake. The name read "Utsuro."

Utsuro... Okay then.

I look down the street once more, but there's still no one there, or well, he wasn't there.

I walk down the street, and try to block the image of my father from my memory. Moments later, I hear lying from near there. "T-THERE'S A GUY HERE WITH HIS HEAD BASHED IN! SOMEONE CALL THE COPS!"

I begin to run down the street faster. I didn't cause it, but I am still responsible for it.

...I'll make it, and I'll find this guy. That person. Utsuro.

I look at the fake ID, still in my hand. My life is my own now, and I can't help but know it's because of him... I guess I'm pretty... Lucky.