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Inmo's Backstory

A/N: Hello! Uh, my AU of Inmo's backstory.
Request: yukichan9094
Origins: FTO Fairytale Origins
Ship: None
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Betrayal, blood, trauma, blood mentioned a LOT, abuse and the word brat.
Summary: Uh, I have no idea what to put as a summary. So enjoy! <3

"You brat!" The glass shattered right at his feet, his crying didn't do anything to change her mind. She walked away leaving the young boy alone in a pool of his own blood, he dipped his hand in the blood beside him. He didn't know why he was crying, what are these wet things coming down from my eyes? He didn't know anything about emotions, what blood was if that was his real mother.

No. He remembers. His mother is dead, trauma what is trauma? Am I having it? His feet hurt, his face hurt, his arms hurt... but what hurt the most? My heart.

He finally stood up from the bloody pool, he was always told to clean up even if it wasn't his. You know how it feels being blamed for something you never done, haven't you?

Oyu koWn tAht FeLilNg rGThi?

He was beating himself up for something he never done, what was it? Was it regret? No, it's guilt. You're guilty of something you never done! Am I right?

He covered his ears in pain, make the voices stop.

It was silent. The sound from the TV downstairs was heard, the wind was heard, the sound of faint dying baby birds was heard. His heartbeat was heard.

He was staining the wooden made with straw underneath bed. He could smell the blood, he could smell the air, he could smell blood that wasn't his. His heartbeat grew quicker.

He covered himself in the thin blanket with holes in it. He could see the curtains flying back and fourth, he could see his blood, he could see the dying baby bird's body. His heartbeat slowed down.

He closed his eyes in fear, what is fear? He could feel the windy breeze against his bloody body, he could feel a cold aroma, he could feel blood dripping down. His heartbeat went to a normal pace.

He shivered underneath the covers, guilt surrounded him. He could taste the blood, he could taste the wind, he could taste throw up. His heartbeat stopped as if time had come to a stop like a train stopping suddenly.

Stop.

|~|...|~|

He bursted through the front door of the guild hall, making the others groan in annoyance. He was causing chaos as usual, but this time was different.

Ritchie got so fed up because he has been very stressed because his brother was gone and Kit hates him, Inmo has accidentally took the last straw out of the cup and that made Ritchie make him more mad than upset.

"You brat! Can't..." Ritchie suddenly was starting to yell and shout at Inmo, the words echoed through his mind. He could only just smile and let the tears fall as his life just flashed before his eyes.

He chuckled a bit before leaving the guild hall, was it time? Will you finally join the evil side?

Of course he will, he's too weak to go alone. The voices were the only thing he heard, mumbled shouting was heard but the voices was the only clear thing he could hear.

Voices was the only thing he heard.

Blood was the only thing he smelt.

Grass was the only thing he saw.

A pendant was the only thing he felt.

Bitter regret and guilt was the only thing he tasted.

He finally arrived at the so called 'villian's base'. They knew they would get mad, they knew he would snap, they KNEW he could come and join them.

|~|...|~|

The sound of laughter was heard, not normal laughter. Evil laughter.

The guild hall's entrance was bursted open larger than usual.

"I'm back~"

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A/N: Finished this in one day! I'm not lazy. -P-
Sorry yukichan9094 if this wasn't what you wanted! <3
Never made a oneshot/angsty oneshot like this so it was interesting to write.
Bye~! <3