Broken home baby, the result of an immature act full of nothing but lust and anger.
Your mother holds little to no regard for your well being ( she wanted a boy, instead she got you ). Your father is in and out of your life, only appearing now and then for short periods of time. When he is there, the only thing you can hear is the sound of your mother getting fucked then the screaming, yelling, arguing. The noise becoming something you've grown accustomed to. Then when he leaves ( for a week or two years, you could never figure out how long he'd be gone each time ), your mother takes to the company of other men, lonely men, men who give her money to spend time with them behind locked doors. Kumo Takashi, the most lovely woman in all of Southern Higashiyama, hell maybe even all of Kyoto.
Yet your mother is not just the most beautiful woman, she holds the title for most spiteful, greedy, and pitiful woman. You cannot help but hate your mother, yet also hold a love for her deep down, a love you do not want to have for her, she doesn't deserve that love from you. After all, all the love she has in her heart is given to those men, those strangers who look at you and turn to your mother and ask how much it would be. You look older than you are, you've always had, and this body you're in doesn't help, it is the body of an older woman, and so men stare. So you cover yourself up and hide when these strange men come to visit your mother.
But there's a man who doesn't hold an interest in you like that, he doesn't just come here for that paradise between your mother's thighs. He loves her, he loves her, he fucking loves her. He wants to take care of her, he wants to marry her, and it doesn't mind you either, he sees you as a daughter. You love him, he's like a father, a replacement for the one that runs off, his date of return unknown. His name is Hiro, a ghoul from Tokyo. Why he travels so far to just see your mother is something you don't understand, does distance really make the heart grow fonder?
Your mother denies his affections time and time again. You think she's stupid for that, you think if she just said yes to him you'd be living a better life, a whole life. Your mother is a stupid woman, denying things that would be best for her. If she had said yes, if she had loved Hiro the way he loved her, it would've been better. They could've been happy, they could've been happy.
It's all fun and games until your father comes back. His nose is strong, so fucking strong. He can smell Hiro out, so the two fight. It didn't end well. So Hiro did the most logical thing, he killed your father, and while he was doing that you ate your mother. The best way to end family arguments, is it not?
A tragedy to some, a victory to others.
It's 2001, and you've been living with Hiro for over a year. Before you got here, there was a boy named Yoshi living inside the house ( he's cute, you like him, but he's older than you ), he doesn't take a liking to you at first, but you'll grow on him, You tend to bother him quite often, following him around the fourth ward whenever he goes out, bugging him when he would hang out with his 'friends', watching him as he engaged in fights with other ghouls. He was daring, quite the charmer, but you couldn't tell if you were in love with him or just loved him. Was the difference that important ( yes, yes it was )?
To get over your little fixation on him you started hanging around with these ghouls named Goro, Suki, and Reo. Goro's not too bad looking, and he's quick to take a challenge, of course, you can't help but find that attractive. So you end up getting into a short-term relationship with him. It's filled with nothing but arguments, physical fights, and of course sexual acts done in the privacy of unexplored alleyways. But he starts talking about what you do with him to Reo, and they start calling you things ( things that people called your mother ), and it gets spread around in the ward. You don't like it, not one bit. So you end up brutally killing him in front of a majority of the ward. His flesh? You ate that.
