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My eyes closed in a single breathless moan leaving my mouth," ...fushiguro....". it wasn't loud, but loud enough to build my lust. i went on...until I came. Moaning softly for more, so lost. So lost in imagining him, his touch, waiting for him...
A built man with an intimidating scar on his mouth carrying a similar jet-black haired child on his arm. From annoyed expression of the child anyone could say he was being forced to be with the man but unfortunately is his father. " toji, wleave me alone!"
"..your mom wanted you in megumi, "stern deep rumble like voice, the only talk they had when the so called baby went out playing in snow and his father bought him back.
"but i'm not hungwy.." looking up his father's eyes, the veiw disturbed by little peices of his hair, watching the man's emotionless face, waiting for that one glance where their conversation ends.
But this time, instead of staring back at the child , he looks ahead in distance averting the baby's attention to a little (h/c) girl in yellow sweaters dragging a heavy bag of something leaving a trail along.
The man's pace gradually lessens the distance between him and the trail leaving girl, his large wolf like presence making the child freeze. She looks up and barely looking at the child in his arms, scared of toji's wild stare she tries to run away, but falls making the boy flinch. Not two steps ahead she takes, she falls again with the heavy bag, slightly bruised but obviously scared to ask any help from the man who's intentions are to anyway walk away.
but something about her being around his son's age concerns him, the man had barely any emotions but being a human after all, it is. He puts megumi down,...
before anything could happen, the ravenette boy truds to the girl giving his little hand to her
"mhm.."
blink blink
rustle rustle..the girl gets up, little grunts
" what is that..?" eyes at the bag
"thankyou..that..!" the man grabs her bag and the boy,
"where's your home?"
" no! no! give it back-"
"is it that one?, blue roofed ?" a small cozy house could be seen 10 feet away making them almost neighbours. " we're helping you.." the boy's cute voice interrupts.
"..-y-yes" her innocent (e/c) eyes darting between the man and boy's face, answers his question.
toji drops the child and her bag to her home, without giving any look he makes his steps back along with megumi to his house. While baby megumi watches the girl get inside her house dragging the backpack....he wasnt going to forget it for sure, it was the first time he had seen someone of his age and had spoken..... Only if he could get to see her again.
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baby y/n,
"you're no good, ...you're evil,...evil..bitter.."
"..no, she's good, ...you're good, you couldnt control it....its not what you wanted ,..not what you wanted.."
voices arguing in my little head...rustling, rolling over, little beads of sweat between creased brows, sweaty neck , i could feel the dampness on my pillow i'm asleep on. An explosion, ..fire smoke, little peices of glasses, blood...pant pant, raging anger and disturbance flowing in veins. All the while one single tune fueling my rage bringing back hopeless situation...
"STOP...!!!"
... pant, pant, eyes wide awake. I was not just,.. different but too different to be called as a child, a human child. I could feel it, the power rushing through my head and arms and my whole body. Things around me, my toys floating, in air, coming back to thier grounded places i'd given them before falling asleep. My horrered gaze travelling to my father, crossed hands leaning at the door frame. He .....walks away...
I look down my tembling hands, golden string like fibres shining under my skin, disappearing slowly...my eyes blurred by my tears threatening to fall off my eyes as i hold them in. I walk off my bed following my dad upstairs, hiding behind little bars of rail. He's writing in his book,
" i don't know how i'm keeping her"
" i can't handle her, ...she's the reason her own mother's ..dead...and.." little sobbing, trembling voice, creaky noises of pen scratching on paper. My father is best dad. He always consoled me when i broke things or did something that was fun,..things i did that made my mom mad. I never really liked my mom, she always yelled at every small thing i did, i felt restricted. It truely felt like being in cage. But still...i think i did love her, because i felt it when she was gone. She haunts me in my dreams now...all i knew was i couldn't see my dad in this state, i did understand his pain, he had lost his partner, and he absolutely didn't know what to do with me, being so chaotic. I knew very well he understood me too, about loosing my mother. Because he used to pat my head unlike today. May be he's tired...but only if he understood me fully, if anyone would understand how it feels to posses this disturbance threatening to flow out of my body...
