𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 '• || ᴷⁿʸ ᴼᶜ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ ⁽ᵂᴵᴾ!⁾

(1) || ✎ Prologue/Upbringing ♡ ||

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There she was, born under a glazed full moon, met with cold blue slits upon her own. Her mother was utterly disgusted on what she had borne. She did not want a girl, she wanted a boy, not some weak, fragile thing she could break so easily. It was a good thing her husband agreed to it too.

Chiyo was absolutely dumbfounded when she heard she was going to have a girl. How could she run a business like her parents? She would be utterly useless. Having to lounge around all day, in the luxury of her own home, while her parents work full time, nonstop just to provide her with food. A son would have been a blessing from Buddha. Not only that, but he could take over their business, make it his, marry a smart and rich wife, and have their own family, because men were responsible, wise, and especially charming. But a girl? She couldn't stop thinking about it. A girl?!

A small squeak was heard from behind, as another woman peered from behind, making the floorboards creep which each approaching step.

"Chiyo-sama, your husband will come in some time. He is currently arranging some bets on the final round of your underground business. He told me to ask you, but what will you name this child of yours?"

"Tch, who cares about her name. Think of one yourself. Let me be and you take care of the child."

She handed her baby over to the maid, who was just sent to deliver a small message, now tasked with handling a child. She carefully rocked her side to side, hoping not to startle the baby, who had just fallen asleep by the time she arrived in her hands.

"But Chiyo-sama!"

"Tch. Be quiet. It's best if you start doing what you were told to do."

By then, she had left the room, and slid the doors shut in front of her caregiver. How was she supposed to take care of someone's baby? She wasn't even qualified to handle children yet, let alone some woman with nerves?? She'd quickly place the child on the small futon, wrapping it with multiple layers of blankets to keep her warm.

"Chiyo-sama..."

Her eyes fixed on the bundle of joy she was tasked with, now moving and wriggling to find comfort in her sleep. She looked so pretty against the harsh bright moonlight.

"Oh, a name... let's see."

She wandered around the room, coming up with various names that sounded reasonable enough for her master to like. Would Miyako-san work? Would the master like it? The name meant 'Beautiful night' and would be partially reasonable, due to the baby's overwhelming beauty. Never mind, Miyako-san it is.

"Hello Miyako-san! I'm Hana-chan! I will take care of you since your mothers busy. I will cook you food, clean you, and spend time with you! Would you like that?"

The baby continued its peaceful sleep, only arriving at a small hum, probably because of a dream she was experiencing. Was she too young to be dreaming?

Oh, how much she pitied the baby. Soon, she knew, another would be born, to satisfy both her parents. If another girl was born, she was sure they would enrol her into the underground arena they both own. How was some innocent and pure child supposed to fight against blood hungry fighters? They would never hesitate on some opportunity like this, they would think it would lure in more customers to bet and watch! Oh, how horrid they were. The only reason why she kept working under them as their maid was because of the money they would pay their workers, especially ones who do their job well enough that they notice.

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