Hope for the hopeless warriors

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When a child is first born most mothers will usually comment on how beautiful they are. Even if they are born with a disfigurement like cleft lip, an extra arm, or no fingers, they still are given looks of nothing but love from both their parents.

This was the case of the father to a young Jataro Kamuri but his mother, Mimi Kamuri on the other hand was the exact opposite. Whenever he saw her face look in his direction it was nothing but disgust and hate toward him. He figured it had something to do with his ugliness even though he had honestly never seen his own face or body before.

He might of seen it once when he was really little but since he couldn't remember a time that far back he trusted what she said about him being so hideous in both the face and body. That's why she'd put over sized clothing along with a mask on him. Even when he had to take a bath he was never aloud to do it alone cause he might accidently see himself so she would tell him to close his eyes while she blindfolded him, striped him, then dipped him around roughly in the tub. Apparently because he didn't look like other kids she was ashamed to show him off to people.

Since his dad never objected to anything she ever said to him he assumed it must of been true. His dad's name was Roicu kemuri and he was an accountant. Jataro wasn't sure what that was but it sounded important. He noticed sometimes his mom never said the mean things she did when his dad was around in the same way.

When he was in the room and she called him "gremlin" it was in a joking tone while smiling like she was just teasing but when he was out of the room she'd say it in a way that sounded like she meant it.

Family really was a weird thing for him but he decided one day that maybe he was just in one of those families that showed love differently. He convinced himself at some point that every time she would say offhandedly that she hated seeing his face every morning she was really just saying how she loved him. People don't let other people they truly don't want around stay with them right? That's at least what he had been trying to convince himself to believe every time he was stuffed into those itchy clothes and the smelly mask.

He did learn however that she was wrong about how he'd never make any friends because of his looks since he knew 3 other kids who were like him a little. Just like him they didn't understand their parents behavior. His mom might of been rough with him from time to time but she never beat him like his friend Masaru's dad did nor let strange men touch his special parts like Kotoko's parents did.

 On top of that even though he wasn't to smart to begin with and was aware of this to a degree, they also never drugged him to do better in school like Nagisa's parents did.

It helped to try at least to think of the positive sides of being hated since that meant fewer people would bother with teasing you. You didn't have to fake being nice to people who hated you and at the end of the day he liked to think it wasn't just his dad but both of his parents that loved him.

Dad might not of said it a lot but he let him do things like walking home on his own. He was doing that today in fact which meant daddy trusted him. The crayon map to home from school helped a bit as well of course but sometimes it distracted him from looking where he was going.

*HONK HONK HONK*

The loud sound of a speeding car horn rang out but even when he looked up he just barely dodged it in time before getting knocked out by a pole he leapt into while trying to dodge. The car nicked him in the hip enough that when he hit the pole it was with more force then if he had just hobbled into it. It instantly knocked him out on the sidewalk. He was out for a few hours when he suddenly felt something touch his face and made him slowly wake up.