The mockingbird (Akashi Seijuro love story)

What have you done.

Akashi's pov

If it wasn't me who saw it, and someone just told me. I would never have believed what I saw that time. I knew that Shizuko could fight. But not like that. Just by watching from a distance it was made clear how much she'd been holding back against me when we'd squabbled in the past. No wonder she wouldn't let herself be intimidated easily. She brought five, tough, strong guys down all by her herself in less than a minute. Was that even possible? I wondered who taught her to fight like that. Her father? No, it just couldn't be him. And the fact that despite her skill she still feared him so much, that was was terrified me the most. Was he a skilled fighet too, or was he just too strong for her? 

She'd grown morbidly thin the past months, but still she managed to fight like that... Now I finally understood how dangerous she was. She could easily kill someone if she set her mind to it. Suddenly she didn't seem as helpless as before. But I liked that. She was able to take care of herself. And the fact that she beat those guys who dared to lay their hands on my Shizuko. Yes, I had certainly found someone who was worthy of being introduced to my father. The only problem was that she didn't seem to want me near her.

That was incident was two weeks ago now. I still hadn't been able to talk to her. She was obviously avoiding me. Did she still need more time? For how long would she continue to torture me like this? For how long was she planning to prolong her own suffering? Why was she so stubbornly refusing to accept my help, even if it was just to scheme a plan? 

My head popped up at the sound of a familiar voice and my eyes landed at the night club at the other side of the street. That was one of the clubs that my dad owned. I furrowed my eyebrows and my mood immedeately took a turn for the worse. 

What is that bastard doing there? I thought annoyed and crossed the street. Why was I even out at this hour you may ask. But honestly I don't even know myself. I walked over to the entrance and looked inside. My eyes landed on the guy on the stage. My eyes shifted to the poster hanging on the wall beside the entrance. "Rock evening" It stood in big fat letters. I raised an eyebrow and out of pure curiosity I stepped towards the door. However one of the guards stopped me.

"Hey kid. You're too young to go in here. Go home" He spat. I glared at him and continued past him. He yanked me back.

"Who are you who dare to touch me like that?!" I snarled at him getting angry. He frowned at me.

"I am just doing my job kid. Now leave before I have to remove you" He spat at me and my glare intensified. He shifted slightly unsettled by my glare.

"Who are you to command me?! I'm Akashi Seijuro. The man who ownes this place is my father now let me in" I snarled at him. His jaw dropped. I glared at him as he stepped to the side. I slowly moved my gaze away from him and opened the door that had been shut. My eyes once again landed on the stage and my eyes widened. Now that I could see the entire stage I could also see... Her... What was Shizuko doing here?! Then Toras voice was heard over the speakers yet again as the cheers finally died down.

"Okay people! The next song we'll sing is a song that my wonderful daughter here-" His voice sounded as he put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. She did a good job at hiding her discomfort, but I still saw her flinch. My hands fisted without me thinking. I could hear the lie he was putting behind his words. He didn't think she was wonderful at all. But I did. My precious  Shizuko. Why do you always do this to yourself? That man has you wrapped around his little finger.

"-Wrote all by herself without me knowing! But I think its a wonderful song and therefore we will now preform it to you! However this will be Shizuko's last song for today. It's way past bedtime already" His voice continued. Laughter was heard throughout the room amongst wild cheers. The audience really seemed to like him. No wonder, when he hid behind that horrible mask. My eyes finally left his form and wandered to Shizuko as she stepped forward putting away a waterbottle she had in her hand. She walked over to a piano placed at the corner of the stage, and I got closer. Other people wouldn't notice. But I did. She was shaking. Her chest vibrating slightly as she forced the coughs to stay silent. It made me furious to see how her father obviously tortured her like this, had he taken to using her song as a way to bring her more suffering as well? Yet, she was smiling such a bright smile. A happy smile. Even though it was pained. It surprised me how well she hid it.