goro was left in a dark room—bruised—feeling self-pity.
but he knew he was a bastard child anyway.
so whats the deal of crying?
futaba quietly made way into the room, at night.
she was there to sneak goro some food to eat.
thanks to the fact that there was leftovers in the refrigerator, their lives were saved.
futaba got a few cuts and bruises, while goro was tortured.
burns.
bruises.
scars.
fresh cuts.
old bandages.
everything you could think of in an abused child.
poor thing.
"futaba-oneesan, why do you still care about me even though i'm a bad person?" the young boy asked
"well, you are my older brother and i do love you too, you know? i don't really see why everyone says youre cursed...." futaba replied back
goro just looked down to the floor. doing nothing, but whimper.
silence turned into whimpers
whimpers turned into sobs
sobs turned into cries
cries turned into wails
good thing shido wasn't awake. but goro is still asking himself—
"why does everyone hate me?"
all their answer is
"you murdered your own mother, you fucking brat."
goro is pulling the petals off a flower while watching tv. there were news about the phantom theives.
he just sighed and went to sleep.
only hearing an important message that partially haunted him right before he sleep.
"masayoshi shido, arrested"
what would the young goro do?
what would the young futaba do?
they mightve died, or lived.
