A woman, and two children were seen running away from a house.
Her eldest child, just four, ran as quick as she could away from her horrible father.
The youngest just a baby.
Suddenly, a man with white hair and rainbow eyes stood in front of them, a small smile placed on his face.
The woman was panting harshly, holding her newborn in one arm and her daughters hand in another.
"Why hello there! My, you both dont look too good. Would you like to stay with me?" the man tilted his head.
The green eyes reflected pain, sorrow. Something he was oddly familar with when he was human.
The little girl, matching green eyes, displayed of fear, sadness.
The both of them were covered in bruises. Seemingly running from someone.
As he walked them both back to his cults place, he took notice how the kid was stumbling slightly, struggling to keep up.
Douma held his hand out in front of her, hoping she would grab on.
She seemed hesitant at first, then took notice of the blue nails he had and grabbed his hand.
He carefully but quickly picked her up off the ground, the speed making her giggle lightly.
Kotoha looked over, realising she had lost the grip on her kid and heard the giggling.
Only a soft smile could grace her lips. Her daughter staring at the man with joy.
Something she has never seen in her daughters eyes.
"My apologies! I must have forgotten! My name is douma, whats your name?" douma asked the little girl.
"Im inoko hashibira!" the little girl smiled.
"Thank you, douma-kun. Im kotoha. This is my son inosuke" kotoha smiled.
Her face was still littered with bruises, and so was her daughters arms and legs.
Finally did they reach the cult's place. Kotoha sighed as she looked around.
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Multiple days have passed and the bruises were gone, now revealing her beautiful face.
Kotoha was dancing around with inosuke while inoko was messing with douma's hat.
"Papa! Hat!" she spoke. But that made both douma and kotoha freeze.
A genuine smile was placed on douma's face. He had never felt real joy like this.
"Yes princess, thats my hat!" douma said ruffling her hair.
Kotoha watched the scene with a smile, inosuke cooed while looking at his sister.
The three were happy, all together. They couldnt ask for more.
Inoko rarely speaks, so both felt happy when she said this. Not many words were ever said by her.
But one day while the two were distracted, inoko got hands on doumas fans.
'Shiny..' the little girl thought and ran with it, right into her room.
She hid the fan under the futon there, hoping nobody would find it. So she could keep the object for herself.
From that day forward, she collected shiny things, and soon douma had to use his fans. But he noticed one missing.
Not that it was a very bad thing, but they were really sharp. No safe plaything for a child.
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Fanfiction𝐓𝐖𝐎 kids, a protective older sister who stands up for her little brother. Rasing him herself as much as she could. But not everything goes her way. A younger brother who dared to go out of his way to stand up for his sister, a smaller framed gi...
