𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞 ⏀ Mizu x Reader

Hiina was her name. Or at least, that's what people called her. The Madame, her customers. "Doll". "Cute little thing". That's what it meant, but it meant nothing to her. That wasn't her name. It didn't matter anymore, though. Like a pig, no, like a bag of rice, she was sold to Madame Kaji, punted out of the door and into the rain with little more than a sideways glance. All warmth had left Hiina's life that night. Days passed. Months. Years. Slowly, Hiina went from feeling everything to nothing at all. She could hold her hand over a flickering flame, her flesh bubbling from the heat, singing and smoking, but still, nothing. That was until a pair of icy eyes met hers. It was strange that something so seemingly cold could spark that warmth that Hiina had all but forgotten. However, it was not without sacrifice. Beneath the fires of burning passion and desire grew a darker, angrier cloud of betrayal, agony and anguish. From the spark grew an inferno, and from those flames rose a crane.