Unbreakable (Eventual Kaneki Ken x Reader)

Chapter Twelve (Your Backstory, Part 1):

TRIGGERS:

Abuse/torture

Graphic violence

If you don't want to read this chapter, the only plot necessary for understanding this story is that the reader's brother died and she was adopted by her new mother (the one who wants to skype/facetime Ayato)

*flashback, age 9*

"y/n, I'm scared... Where are mommy and daddy?" Your younger brother Nathan, only four years old, asked.

You tried to smile at him, "they'll be back soon."

You and your brother huddled close together in the badly lit alley that you were hiding in. You weren't naive, you knew that your parents were long dead, they had been caught by another gang when they couldn't come up with the money to pay for their drugs.

"y/n..." Nathan said quietly to get your attention.

"What is it?" You replied, looking to your left at the small shivering boy. It was November, you needed to find shelter soon.

"Mom and dad aren't going to come back are they." He said, looking smaller and frailer than ever.

You dropped your fake smile and hugged your brother, both of you breaking down into tears. "No they're not, I'm so sorry Nathan, I'm so sorry."

He looked up, teary eyes glowing with light from the streetlight. "We'll be okay, right?" He asked.

"Of course we will." You responded, hopefully sounding much more confident than you actually felt.

"Pinky promise?" He questioned, looking hopeful.

You hooked your pinky tightly with his, and that was enough answer for both of you.

*flashback, age 15*

You had been taken in by a gang. They committed all sorts of terrible acts, like dog fighting and drug dealing but you had no other option. They taught you how to fight and if you helped them, you and Nathan would be protected by them.

This time, you were going to pretend to be an underage prostitute in order to kill a rival gang's boss. It was your most dangerous mission you had been assigned so far.

You were already promoted to second in command in the gang, only behind your boss of course. You no longer feared for your or Nathan's life, with the fighting skills you had learned and the protection and loyalty of the gang, nothing bad could harm you for now.

You were putting on your slutty outfit for the night when your brother came out of the other room,in your small two room house that you shared with him.

"I don't want you to leave." He said, hugging you. Nathan still had recurring nightmares and couldn't sleep without you. But you had to accept the missions given to you, for fear of losing everything you had

"I love you Nathan, and I'll be back soon, alright?" You responded, hugging your brother tightly.

"Pinky promise?" He asked, holding out his pinky like always.

"Pinky promise." You replied, hooking your fingers together.

*flashback, age 16*

Of course everything had to go to shit. The leader of your gang thought you were too powerful and that you had to be killed or you would kill him. What a load of bullshit.

You were running away as the people who you trusted tried to kill you. Nathan had been shot in the ankle, and you were carrying him. You dropped to the ground behind a boulder, panting and praying that they wouldn't find you.