Not Just A Tsundere

Prologue

It's dark. It's silent. It's such a peaceful night. Until a loud, painful scream roared out. Here in the town, a woman is tied into a pole. Under her was gasoline. There are people surrounding her. Those people are town folks in there. They're holding torches above their heads, angry at her. She's so scared...Why is she suffering from this?...

"YOU MONSTER! YOU'VE KILLED SO MANY PEOPLE AND YOU DON'T GIVE A DAMN! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" A townsfolk yelled at the woman. She was crying so much. She didn't want this... "I-I-I've never k-killed a-a-anyone!...I-I'd never-" "YOUVE KILLED SO MANY PEOPLE AND YOUR PLAYING INNOCENT! STOP WITH THE ACT!" "P-p-please don't do this please! I-I have a baby I need to raise! He can't be alone!" "STOP WITH ALL YOUR EXCUSES! YOU WILL BE PUNISHED!"

The woman was so terrified. What do they mean a 'punishment'? Until everybody started to raise their torches and threw in down on the gasoline. A huge, loud roaring fire started to rise. It reached to the woman all the way to the top of her head. She screamed in pain. She's burning so bad. She continued to scream until it stopped. She's dead...Everyone started to walk away. Some decided to get rid of the fire and remove the girl so she gets buried...

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"No, no, NO, NO, NO DAMNT!" The man pounded on the table...He just found out his wife has died...She burned in a fire, and he doesn't even know why...He's crying so much. The love of his life...now gone. He wanted to go out and face whoever killed her, until he heard a loud cry coming from his bedroom. He went to the bedroom and looked at the crib. From here, a small little boy was crying...crying a lot. Maybe a nightmare happened. The father picked up the small baby in his arms...He held it close like it was his lifeline. It was true. This small baby was the only thing he has now...The baby cooed and calmed down a lot. Then the little baby cooed again, almost sounding like it was speaking..."...m-m-ama?...." The little baby thought the man was his mother....The father shook his head..."...mom isn't gonna come back...One day..."

He looked out the window, his little boy sleeping in his arms...He doesn't know why his wife had been brutally murdered...It was something about...her killing people? Back in high school? She'd never do that, right? Well...he hopes that it wasn't the case...from now on he wishes his son would be a great kid...

Or so he thought?...