"Don't let me go."
"Don't worry, I won't ever let you go. I promise."
Ikari's scar is the first thing that people notice. And it drives them away, since it is the symbol of her father, one of the most feared villains of all time... before he died.
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"I am strong. And I am not afraid."— Ikari Hebinoya
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**warning: violence, smoking, slight swears
POV – Hebinoya Ikari
Shojiro's Return
Don't let me go.
In his early days, Father was cold and calculating.
And most of all, cruel.
He wanted me to be his successor,
yet he constantly told me that I was weak.
Sometimes I feel that he never wanted me to succeed.
Don't let me go.
From the billowing, swirling smoke, a man steps out.
And he looks just like Father.
He has the same, greying hair tied in a low ponytail. His eyes are yellow, just like mine, but there is a sense of death and destruction behind them that I cannot match. The red snake circles his face, crossing his nose bridge and then ending right at his right eye. Even his scar above his lip is the same.
He has a tired, almost bored look when he saunters out of the smoke, an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth... he even has the same addiction as Father. His hands are hidden in the pockets of his silk suit, and he pulls out a lighter from one of them.
But what's different about him are his hands— they're metal. It shifts and whirs as he ignites the cigarette, strolling towards me, a small smile carved into his face. A plume of smoke travels up the air as he takes a breath. He stops right before me, his eyes gleaming with something I cannot place.
"My, Little Viper. You've grown big."
My eyes widen. Fear grips my lungs, crushing any air out of it.
It is Father.
I cannot breathe or move. I can only think. I can only replay the countless memories of Father looming over me just like he's doing now, with that evil smirk decorated on his face. He tortured me, he beat me. For what? So he can finally fulfill the guarantee that I will take after him and do all the horrible things he did.
He disappeared three years ago. And now he's back.
Even the thought makes me want to vomit. Bile rises up but I push it down furiously, yelling at myself that I won't be anymore humiliated than I already am. This is the first time I truly feel fear, the full on kind that makes my blood freeze and my head light. I want to move, to charge at him and kill him before he can hurt anyone else.
But I cannot.
I only stare at him in pure shock, my mouth hanging open and my body uselessly unmoving. My mind whirs with thought after thought, almost like a tape recorder as it replays memories of Father. In all this jumble and mess, seven words slam through my head, louder than the ones before.
