Book II
"Sometimes the world doesn't need another hero, sometimes what it needs is a monster."
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Hana Fumetsu isn't your typical Mary Sue. In fact, she isn't even human. A combination of cruel insanity, dark humor, and provocative thinking mixed wi...
We stood in front of an average sized house, for some reason a weird feeling brewed in the pot of my stomach at the thought of meeting the humans whom birthed him.
"You know you don't have to go in there if you don't want to." Kirishima spoke up but I shook my head, clasping my hands behind my back.
"Eraser is right. I have to take responsibility for what's happened to you."
Kirishima stared at the girl for a few moments before releasing his own sigh and approached the oak door of his home. Kirishima wiped his hands on the lining of his pockets to get rid of the sweat that had been building and took a deep breath. With an exhale, he pressed the button of the door bell. "Still, I don't know why you insist on us wearing these ugly hats." I murmured, glancing to the side at the bright yellow hat that contrasted with his bright red hair. I reached up grazing my own hat in disdain.
"You'll see."
He could hear harsh footsteps moving toward the door and before he knew it, the door had swung open. His eyes had met the startling dark brick red ones of his father who stood in all his manly glory.
"Well I'll be damned, your mother wasn't lying when she said you'd come through."
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My eyes widened at the older handsome human male. He was a tall well built man. His eyes were the same shade of red as Kirishima's only darker with short pitch black hair styled into a number of spikey strands. He had a sharp face, marked facial features and slight wrinkles below his eyes, stubble as well as a long scar extending from his hairline to his lower left ear. Both of his ears are adorned by silver-colored earrings, consisting of a ring with a little chain ending in a cross pendant. Finally, his attire consisted of a heroic like costume with a segmented metal chest plate. "L-Long time no see Otou -San." Kirishima bowed his head lightly with a small smile but stiffened as the older man shot his hand out and pulled him into a headlock, ruffling his head harshly with a grin. "Geez is that the kind of greeting you give your old man after all these months! Your mother's in the kitchen making dinner, there's no need to be so timid." The man laughed whilst Kirishima comically tried to keep the hat on his head which hid his horns.
The man's eyes shifted from his son to the young pink haired girl standing on his porch. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head at the rare sight, "Shit."
"Language." Kirishima grumbled as he pushed himself from his fathers headlock and took his place back next to me. "Tou-san, this is Fumetsu Hana, a close classmate of mine." Kirishima introduced whilst his father looked from me back to Kirishima a number of times before he stepped to the side with a wide grin. "Well don't just stand there son, invite her in!"
Kirishima jolted at his fathers boisterous voice and I raised an amused brow as he took my hand and led me into his home.
"Makoto! You won't believe this! Eijiro's brought a girl home!" His father rushed past me and Kiri whom were slipping our shoes off.
