𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 || suna rintarou

ch 6 || flashbacks

The italics represent a flashback/ dream kinda. LOL.
-there's  violence/abuse in this chapter so heads up.
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- 7 years ago-

The air was cold outside

... against 9 year old (Y/n)'s cheek as she ran through the play structure. Innocence written on her face, as she jumped on the swing, not a care in the world.

Winters were always cold, but that just meant more blankets and cozier nights right? Winters meant holidays with your family right?

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

It wasn't supposed to happen at all.

"You weren't supposed to leave," You mumbled as you clenched your shirt. "Why do I always come back to this memory?"

Hot tears ran down your face, "Dad, you weren't supposed to leave."  You could see him. along with your younger self. You reached out a hand as if trying to warn her. They vanished.

Wait, Up ahead, there, (Y/n) then saw the man who once swore to never hurt her.

Why would you lie.
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-present time-

Suna groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. Someone was gripping onto him tightly. He looked down.
There you were, trembling in his arms, gripping onto him so that he couldn't leave you either.

He turned to look at your clock that read 5:47 A.M.

He wasn't really sure what to do then, debating on whether to wake you up or let you sleep he decided to wake you up. You were starting to silently cry.

He stroked your head, "Hey, (Y/n), wake up."

He waited for you to wake up but you just kept clenching onto his shirt. Suna sighed, he grabbed your arm and shook you lightly enough to wake you up.

You woke up, lifting your head to look up at Suna who was looking at you patiently. He then spoke softly, "Hey, are you alright?"

You sat up and nodded, "Mhm, sorry." You felt a little embarrassed for crying. "I woke you up."

Suna then also sat up and put a hand to your cheek rubbing away the tears lightly, "Why are you apologizing?"

His hand was really warm, you rest your cheek on it lightly taking in the heat, "Well- I..." You weren't really sure what to say. You weren't one to cry in front of people, especially Suna. You mentally slapped yourself.

Crying is a sign of weakness, stop.

You sniffled as you looked at Suna, your eyes were watering again.

He smiled softly at you and simply lifted the covers inviting you in for a hug. "Come here (Y/n)." You closed your eyes and just plopped your head on his chest. He chuckled slightly as he fixed both of you into a cuddling position were you were on his chest and he held you close.

Once again he was warm, and he smelled nice, kind of like mint but not really. It was weird but comforting. A small smile appeared on your face.

You could feel his heat beating fast.

You started rubbing light circles on his abdomen. Finally building up the courage to tell him about what happened, "Suna." But you were then cut off as he spoke, "Shh, it's okay (Y/n), just tell me when you're ready, okay?"

You nodded as you felt Suna playing with your hair, and then ruffling it.

Your legs intertwined with his as you both drifted of to sleep again.
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You woke up on your bed alone, except it wasn't really your bed, it was the bed you had six years ago.

You could hear yelling coming from downstairs.

"Oh no," you remembered this day all to well.

You've been here before.

Many.

Many times.

Rushing downstairs you met with a younger you who was peering around the corner.

She held her head down as she listened to the sounds of glass breaking and yelling.

You covered her ears as if trying to erase the screams coming from the kitchen. As if it would make a difference now.

But you've done this a million times, and a million times you've failed. As younger you turned the corner as she's also done a million times.

"You damn bitch!"

You watched yourself.

You could see the innocence get stripped away the minute that bottle made contact with your moms head.

And a million times you had to hear as your mom screamed in pain. Blood staining the white tiled floor.

A never ending cycle.

"Why would you go...

I didn't get to take my anger out on you.

You left mom, alone.

And you lied to me.

You said you cared, yet you hit mom.

Why would you do that?"

You laughed as tears ran down your cheeks, "It's funny... you haunt me even after all these years.

And yet I can't even remember your face."