Ayame's life

Painting Set

It started off like any other day; birds chirping outside, ignoring the horrors that happened behind the walls. They were about 6, maybe 7 years old when it happened. Hide somehow managed to put away enough money to buy the twins a painting set. It wasn't the nicest, or the best of qualities but they absolutely loved it.

Ayame didn't start drawing, there was not a lot of paint and she'd rather Axel have a little fun instead. The twin didn't appreciate the idea too much but quickly got to sketching when the girl asked him to draw her a flower. She always liked to watch them have fun and this was no exception. Axel was enjoying himself and everything was going well until he tried washing the brush with a little more force and accidentally spilled some of the colored water on the carpet. The rough material covered most of the house, leaving barely any wooden planks visible, still, they could hear the floor creak when he walked.

Ayame grew a sense to be able to tell when someone is drunk, she caught the smell of alcohol the quickest and knew they needed to get ready. However, the problem was, even if just barely, you could still see a little bit of the blue on the carpet and if their uncle found out they spilled paint on it... if he found out Axel did... Ayame had no time to think about what to do, she quickly covered her hands in the cheap paint and pressed them against the wall. They needed a distraction and that was the perfect cover, even if he did notice the patch on the carpet, the girl could easily lie and say she did it. Just then, their uncle finally entered the room they were in.

"Who was it?" Sounded the middle aged man as he noticed the colors on the wall; his wall. The way he spoke and the tone he used would've been enough to strike fear in anyone's heart, at least that's what Ayame thought. The girl got infront of her shocked and shaking brother, holding her arm out in a protective way.

"It was me, sir" The girl admitted quickly, quietly interrupting her brother before he could confess. No matter how much fear she felt at that moment, she would not let it show on her voice. Axel needed her, even if he didn't know he did.

Strong, rough hands wrapped around Ayame's tiny and weak wrists. He was not going easy on her, nor was he afraid to break the girl's wrist if she resisted, while he dragged her away. Axel tried his best to stop them but not only did they have no chance against a grown man, he was also shoved to the side quite harshly and landed on the floor with a thud. Ayame turned back to look at him, vision blurry from fear and tears that threatened to fall to the floor. She gave him a smile before the door was closed behind them.

The next hour was pure misery for the girl. Soft, tender skin broke under the leather belt of their uncle. She thought every blow was worse than the last one, more painful than the next one could ever be, but everytime, she had to realize just how wrong she was.

Her uncle throwing all sorts of insults at her, as if spitting venom out of his mouth. Ayame has learned not to listen to them. Not to hear when she was called 'a mistake', 'a disgrace' and all kinds of other things that a child of any age, should not be listening to. She thought it was going to go on forever, muscley hands seemingly never getting tired, never resting.

Ayame had a trick however, an escape in her mind, where she could always run off to, when things got especially bad; like today. By the time her uncle was all finished, her back was covered in all kinds of nasty cuts, slashes and bruises, ones that would not only take a longer time to heal, but would cause pure agony while doing every day things; such as moving, sleeping and breathing. Oh how much it hurt with every single breath, the way it made her back move and made her painfully aware of everything.

Unfortunately they were not allowed to use bandages, or even buy them and the girl had to realize long ago that her quirk, no matter how useful to others, would not help her heal. Asking for Hide's help was absolutely out of the question, Ayame absolutely despised putting either of her brothers in pain for whatever reason so she usually dealt with things the old fashioned way.

Just as she finally returned from her thoughts, the door finally opened and she had to restrain herself from running out through it. She had to be patient, stay on the ground and not make a noise before her uncle walked out. He always made sure to take his sweet, sweet time as he stumbled out the door and left the girl alone, by herself, hurt and in pain.

Soon after he left, a very worried Axel ran in, his small, soft and warm hands hovering over his sister. He didn't want to put her in any more pain than she was already in. Ayame knew, she saw how upset he really was with her. This was not her first, nor her last time taking the blame for something that one of her siblings did; even through her pained expression, it was clear that she did not regret her decision, not in the slightest.

It started off like any other day; birds chirping outside, ignoring the horrors that happened behind the walls.