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fools gold - kaoru/tamaki [1]

hi! another update, it's kind of a bit of commoner!tamaki and rich!kaoru? hope you enjoy :)

warnings ; mature language, mentions of death + blood

word count ; 2858

Feelings, something you were never fond of. Family was also something you weren't familiar with, either. Being your family's "second option" was tough, along with the world's worst parents, and here you thought that your life couldn't possibly get any worse.

When you were four years old and your younger sister Ayano was two, your father died. He was a depressed victim of the infamous mafia, and you had the privilege to watch him get murdered right in front of your eyes. The mafia, they didn't expect you to remember a thing, I mean, what child would remember ー would want to remember the death of their father. Your younger sister couldn't even recall your father's name, but you were a different story.

But you remembered everything, every stab, every splatter of blood, every shout for mercy. You watched everything with wide eyes, afraid to let out a noise in fear of ending up like your father. You couldn't talk to anyone about his tragic death, not even your poor mother that you don't even find joy in calling her "mom" anymore.

Even if you did have the courage to say a word about it, everyone would just assume that you were crazy. Your mom knew your father was in deep trouble, so she covered up his death like it was nothing, explaining how he had gone out to sea to fish (something that he did very often) and drowned, the story did make sense, since the mafia burned his body after the whole gruesome incident.

You shivered at the memory, pictures of the shocked look on your father's face flooded into your mind, but you shook it off. Ever since that night, your mother wasn't the same. It felt like she took all her anger on you, a small little girl.

She painted an image that made her look like a polite and well mannered mother and woman, but at home, she would paint a different picture. Covering your body with bruises and cuts, yelling that it was always your fault.

She abused you in so many ways, that you lost count, but you always remembered the result. You, crying and wishing that you could stop existing, looking in a mirror hoping someone would hold a gun up to your head, and broken alcohol bottles sprawled across the floor, with your mom passed out on the couch.

Your sister always had the special treatment while you always received the bad end of things, your mom even put you two in different schools, saying that your sister didn't deserve to be tortured because she was related to someone like you.

You and your sister were close, but your mom hated it. You two stuck together through the thick and thin, until your mom started feeding her lies about you, saying that you were the reason behind your father's death, so your sister ignored you ever since.

You never opened up to anybody after that, not wanting to waste your time on anyone. No one would be able to understand the pain you went through, there was never a shoulder to lean on. Kids bullied you, calling you an orphan, but you would rather be known as an orphan rather than the girl who has a monster as a mother.

On your seventeenth birthday, you ran away. No money, food, or ways to travel. All you had was a bag full of worn out clothes, two pairs of shoes, and the goal to run away and start somewhere brand new.

For the first few weeks, you lived on the street, like a beggar. Wishing for a miracle that you knew would never come, saving any change you found, and trying to look a little decent. Nothing had gone right, until you met him.

He shook your hand with no disgust written in his eyes, and started a conversation with you. His name was Tamaki, and he even got you your first job, where you two worked together at a coffee shop. It was amazing, really. His blonde hair was always styled neatly, the same hair style everyday. You met your best friend because of him, and you felt like God really did answer your prayers, and you even told Tamaki your story. You trusted him with your life.