A Past Forgotten (Khun A. A. X Reader)

(New) Prologue

3rd Person View

As (Y/n) walked along the roads, returning from her visit to Bam, she had bumped into someone. They both stumbled and fell. She quickly got up and dusted her clothes before reaching out to the person she bumped into.

The girl had yellow eyes and blonde hair that was tied into a ponytail. She took (Y/n)'s hand and helped her stand up. (Y/n)'s gut was telling her to leave her and let her be but she was afraid that her conscience wouldn't agree with her.

"Sorry," (Y/n) apologized.

She gave her a warm smile as they both let go. She dusted herself before she fixed her clothes.

"It's fine." She said with a soft smile. "My name is Rachel, and you are...?"

(Y/n)'s gut was screaming for her to leave. Her gut was telling her that she shouldn't befriend her but she went against it. She reached her hand out with a smile.

"I'm (Y/n). It's nice to meet you." They shook each other's hand with a smile placed on their lips. Although, (Y/n)'s were fake.

"Likewise," Rachel replied.

"I should get going, my father must be worried sick about me." (Y/n) lied.

Her father was never the type to care for his daughter. He was focused on making his children stronger than he ever was so that they won't be a disgrace to the family and that one day they may be able to defeat Jahad himself.

"Oh, alright. See you around, (Y/n)!" Rachel said with a smile.

"Yeah, see you..." She replied.

(Y/n) wasn't looking forward to their next meeting for some reason. She wasn't feeling too good about Rachel. She used her father as an excuse to leave her. She walked away and soon disappeared out of Rachel's sight.

(Y/n) was now standing in front of her house as she knocked three times. The door opened to reveal her father. He was looking at her with disappointment.

"Where have you been?" He asked. "Haven't I told you to go home before seven o'clock for practice?"

"I'm sorry, father." (Y/n) apologized.

"Very well, we will be training until eleven o'clock today as punishment. Now go eat your dinner before we practice." Her father said as he let her in.

(a/n: why am I getting a good father vibes from the way I wrote his dialogue? This isn't suppose to happen.)

(Y/n) had eaten her dinner with the rest of her siblings. For some reason, she doesn't have an appetite.

"(Y/n). Stop playing with your food and start eating it. We will be practicing later." Her father said.

(Y/n) lazily leaned her head onto her hand as she grabbed a spoonful of food and fed herself.

"Father." She quickly glanced at Hamako.

"Yes, Hamako?" Her father asked, looking towards Hamako.

"Can I train with you too?" He asked.

"No." Her father said before eating his dinner.

"Why not? Why does (Y/n) have to train with you? She's weak!" Hamako said as he stood up and leaned on the table, his eyes focused on their father.