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❧ fireworks masterpost

❧ Summary: Atsumu had given up on the prospect of finding his soulmate years ago. He just wasn’t lucky like his friends, or so he thought. Because after an accidental meeting with a local painter, the volleyball player found himself entranced by someone who wants nothing to do with him.

❧ the soulmate principle: “The Soulmate Principle is the idea of two people being destined for each other at birth. These people are called soulmates. Soulmates will often instantly ‘recognize’ or be drawn to one another, even if they have never met. A soulmate couple are regarded as being ‘perfect’ for each other in every way. Usually, the soulmates provide each other with understanding, healing and strength. Soulmates are connected by a phenomena called the “silver cord,” or soulmate bond, which remains unbroken until death. It can be felt by a shock or a jolt of electricity when bare skin touches bare skin. Soulmates can also share emotions with each other through the bond.”

❧ warnings: verbal abuse, toxic af father, reader is exhibiting signs of mental illness, suicidal thoughts (nothing explicit), suggestions of suicide, mentions of physical illness, attending the hospital, mentions of cancer, mentions of injury.

❧ story format: written.

❧ word count: 3.2k

❧ part: three out of three | read part one here | read part two here |

❧ A/N: holy shit 500000 years later and it’s here! :( Sorry for the wait. also this is kinda dark!!?!?!? so be warned.

It took a single glance in your soulmate’s direction to plant an entire garden inside of your chest. It took a single conversation to turn those seeds into perfect little sprouts. Hope had begun to nestle into your lungs, making it easier to process the air and to breathe. It should have remained that way. Perhaps an intelligent individual would have taken the blessing and returned home. Perhaps they would have decided to call their soulmate rather than knock upon the door leading to a troubled past.

If only you were intelligent, or wise, or anything along those lines. Because it appeared you had forgotten that his words have always been far more lethal than poison. And it is exactly his words that set ablaze the garden of newly sprouted flowers, leaving behind ashes and the same emptiness you were so damn accustomed to.

How strange that the person who was meant to protect you from harm, was the one always inflicting it.

“Father?”

When you first entered the family home, your heart twinged uncomfortably at the memories suddenly attacking your serene mind. Nostalgia for some was a pleasant experience. But for you, being in the place where you grew up was merely exhausting. You should have taken the sensation as a warning sign - to abort mission and to leave before anything else could transpire. Yet, you continued along the hallway leading towards the living room, with your heart beating loudly inside of your ears.

The male sinking into the couch was barely conscious, and accordingly, did not hear your gentle beckoning. When your eyes finally landed on the familiar figure, the little voice in your head reminded you that this was your last opportunity to run... to leave.... to escape. The monster sitting in the heart of the home was not aware of your presence yet - you could easily slip out and pretend this never happened.

But for some masochistic reason, you were compelled to remain. Was it foolishness or bravery? Perhaps a sprinkle of both. Or perhaps it was something even far more sinister - hope. No matter what happened, you always craved your father’s love. You craved the affection that should have been granted to you the second you were born. Before, you had assumed that your father loathed you due to your rotten core. Your soul was merely impure, you had nothing to offer the world other than hardship.

But now... What if the soulmate connection was responsible for your father’s cruelty? What if your mother’s passing had impacted him in a way that could not be explained in a medical sense? What if he was the victim of something far beyond your understanding?

Or maybe, he was simply a man unfit to be a father.

The final thought is one that scares you the most. And yet, you swallow down the clog in your throat and venture two steps closer to the man who was responsible for the scars decorating your body.

“Father? Are you awake?”

Silence greets you instead of your father for the first minute. But then, the man ahead stirred, indicating that you would soon be granted an audience.

“Lila...?”

The mention of your mother’s name paralyzes you for a moment, as you blink widely at your father, awaiting a new form of recognition. A few seconds drag on by as the male drags a palm down his face, in an attempt to sober himself up. His dark eyes are still in a squint when his hand returns to his side, but from the fury flickering to life in his irises, it was clear he now knew who you were.

“No, of course not. She’s fucking dead.”

Unsure how exactly to react, tension was applied to your jaw. Under your father’s scrutiny, your chest constricted, with a familiar pain claiming the surface area.

Why did you come here? Why did you think this time it would be any different? Hope? Someone like you was never allowed to feel that damn emotion.

Hope was a luxury, one that you momentarily forgot you could not afford.

“Why are you here?” The older male doesn’t move when he speaks, instead his gaze continues to bore into you. It’s clear that he is no longer in a drowsy state. Everything that would be stated from now would be his sober thoughts.

“I... wanted to talk. If it’s a bad time, I’ll just -” The words barely come out as a whisper as panic seizes your throat. The air in the home began to decrease, with your lungs reacting in tow.

“Talk? What the hell would we have to talk about?” A humourless laugh rang inside of your father’s chest, drowning out the small noises you were once using to stabilize your breathing.

Where was the grandfather clock again? Maybe if you could find it -

“Are you here to steal the little life I have left? Is that it? You’re here to kill me.” The sound of laughter abruptly ends with the older male leaping to his feet. Rage animated his features as his tongue trailed over his chipped bottom lip. It was as though he was calculating his next set of words - determining what selection would send you completely off the edge.

“What...? No, I -” Liquid began to brew along your waterline, disturbing your vision. Perhaps that was a blessing in disguise, as maintaining eye contact with your father was the equivalent of inserting daggers into your own heart. “I just... Why didn’t you tell me about the soulmate link?”

It was at that moment when you observed your father’s demeanour shift completely. His mouth fell agape yet an unrecognizable emotional sparkled in his eyes. It was an expression you’d expect from a gambler who won the jackpot. Or, an alcoholic who discovered a new bottle of whiskey.

But why in the world did he look like that right now?

“Oh, now I get it. You met someone, huh. Twisted how the heaven above gave someone like you a soulmate.” Lightly, he brushed the pads of his fingers along the stubble decorating his jaw. “You know what you have to do right?” The latter part is accompanied by the raise of an eyebrow.

But none of this is making sense to you. How were you supposed to know what he was referring to when he never discussed this topic?

“What are you talking about?” Inside of your mind chaos ensues as you recall your conversation with your therapist. Was there something you missed? What could it be?

Yet nothing could have prepared you for the answer your father provided.

“You should know. You have to kill yourself.”

The words were packaged with a smirk which smoothly communicated how pleased your father was with himself. And as your eyes expanded in size at the weight of his words, the devil disguised as a father continued to spew his falsehoods.

“So long as you are alive, you will torture that poor soul that is connected to you. So do the right thing for once in your life and kill yourself.”

Apologies begin to spill from your lips on repeat as the oxygen completely leaves your lungs. But it’s too quiet, and your father refuses to be silenced.

“You know what you are, y/n. You’re a disease. You killed your mother, you almost killed me and now you’re going to kill your soulmate.”

Your vision fully blurs, but there are slashes that can be seen. Blood is smeared over your hands, it’s staining the floor.

You’re bleeding. Oh god, you’re bleeding. The wounds of the past have been ripped open, and you’re drenched in the blood of those you have killed.

“She was fine you know. FINE. Until she was pregnant with you. Instead of a blossom of joy, there was you - a cancer - sitting in her stomach. You killed her. You killed her and killed me.”

You were no longer able to withstand the pressure associated with his words. With your knees losing their strength, your body soon collided against the cold floor. The crimson colouring your vision remained with you, though. Even as your fingers grazed the cold tiles below. Everything was stained. You were stained.

“So, will you kill another person, y/n? Will you?”

You knew you wouldn’t.

A heart wrenching pain sliced through Atsumu during the middle of practice, causing the setter to collapse onto the floor. He could vaguely hear his friends call out his name, and the frenzy of sneakers rubbing against the floor. Someone had their hand against his back, but the figure was a blur. Inside of his chest, the thin strings of fate had wrapped around his heart, cutting off the blood flow in the individual arteries.

And although he only had a limited understanding of the soulmate connection, he instantly knew that if he did not find you immediately, the connection would be gone.

You would be gone.

Because despite his strange fragile physical state, he knew that you were feeling something much worse. And all he wanted to do was to comfort you, even though you were not within his grasp.

And as Atsumu fought to remain conscious, his battle against the wreckage in his heart was one that he ultimately lost. And the last thing the blonde could remember was someone mentioning his brother’s name.

Everyone enters this world alone, and they leave this world alone. That is the infamous quote that is often weaponized by religious figures in order to drive fear into the hearts of believers. But the quote fails to account for the time spent on this earth. Was it meant to be so tragically lonely? What is the purpose of life, if you are plagued by loneliness from birth until death?

The question weighed heavily on you as you returned home. And the weight of the question appeared to increase with every passing hour. To be honest, you would have remained stuck in place on the tilted flooring if your father had not forcefully removed you from the home. He had guests to entertain, but you did not stick around long enough to see anyone approach the front door.

Perhaps this was total defeat.

You were done.

At some point, it becomes far too much to bear. The voices inside your head no longer lose their ferocity; instead they gnaw away at soul until there is nothing left. How can you move past it again? How many times will you push through another heartbreak? How much more were you expected to endure?

The following 24 hours are far from bearable. Food was barely digestible. Water was barely consumable. Despite your inner will to transfer the weight from your shoulders and onto the canvas, you could not paint. Instead, you found yourself surrounded by damaged brushes, tattered canvases and a collection of paint. And all you could do was sit in the center of the tornado, hoping that your next breath would be your last.

Because breathing wasn’t worth it, not if it meant hurting him.

But it seemed that the thin string keeping you from collapsing into eternal darkness had its own plans. And it begins with a phone call from an unrecognizable number and the strange urge to answer it.

“Hello?” The phone was wedged between your hand and ear loosely as you waited to see who had sought you out.

“Um, hi. Is this y/n?” The voice was unfamiliar yet it was the tone that had captured your curiosity. Why were they afraid? “This is Osamu Miya. You’re my brother’s soulmate.”

Electing to remain silent, you waited for the male to continue. It seemed that he was eager to say something.

“I’m sorry for being so straight forward but my brother is in the hospital. And the doctors can’t figure out what’s wrong with him. I just.... Can you come? I know I’m asking for a lot. But can you?”

Upon hearing the younger twin’s words, you almost lost control over your phone.

“Atsumu is in the hospital... Where?”

The second that Osamu provides you with the knowledge of how to reach your soulmate, you’re already halfway towards the front door. The thoughts that were plaguing you for the last 24 hours had been overcome with the image of Atsumu. If he was the sun above, then you were the moon, who was nothing without the sun. The moon, which needed the sun to shine at all. The idea of anything happening to Atsumu was unbearable, and it made your inner struggle seem like child's play.

When you arrived at the hospital you recognized the black haired boy from the shop first. Suna approached you instantly; there was also a girl beside him who you did not recognize. He introduced the female as his fiancée, before guiding you to the room Atsumu was assigned. A sympathetic expression was offered to you by the other female, but you were too frazzled to respond to it.

With each passing second the sound of your heartbeat became louder and louder, it was almost deafening.

What would you do if something happened to him?

Was it your fault? What would you do if it was?

“Oh. You must be y/n. Well, he’s awake and being annoying. So go talk with him, please.” Osamu’s voice ripped through your inner torment returning your attention to your surroundings. But it was his close resemblance to his brother that had swayed you for a brief moment.

A weak nod was given in response as you began to process what was just conveyed to you. Atsumu was being annoying? So he was conscious? How could someone like him be considered annoying, though?

The answer to some of your questions was bestowed upon you when you entered the hospital room. Inside, the blonde was sat upright with curiosity animating his features. However, the curiosity was short-lived. Instead, a mixture of emotions had the male seconds from jumping out of his bed. If he had not been connected to an IV, he would have ran straight towards you. So, at most, all he could do was straighten his posture.

“Y/n?! You’re here!? Are you okay?”

It’s the latter half of his question that brews a fresh round of tears. And when guilt brings a sad pout to form on Atsumu’s lips, it was impossible to contain the liquid hanging on your waterline.

“You’re asking if I’m okay when you’re the one in the hospital?”

How could you possibly deserve him?

“Ah, y/n. C’mere first.” Lifting the hand with the IV tube attached, he motioned you forward before patting the empty spot on his bed. “This is just a formality, they’re keeping me because they don’t know what’s goin’ on. But I know something has been goin’ on with you, right?”

Even though the monstrous voice inside of your head warns you of getting closer to the setter, your feet carry you closer to your soulmate without hesitation. The warmth and consideration emanating from the male had your mind and body out of sync.

“You could sense it?” The words were whispered out as you accepted the seat beside him. And now that you were both in close proximity again, you were unable to bring yourself to catch his gaze. Instead, you focused on playing with your fingers.

“That’s how the bond works, y/n. Whatever you feel, I feel.” Despite your efforts to avoid his gaze, the blonde titled his head, aiming to capture it. “I won’t pry into what happened, okay? But I realized that I can’t just leave you alone to suffer. I need you to know that you’re not alone.”

When his attempts became futile, in a daring gesture he put his own calloused hands on top of yours. A light blush colour flooded your cheeks, but you made no effort to remove his hands. This time, the soulmate connection did not burn or tingle in a painful manner.

All you could feel was love.

“I’m not good for you... You’d be better off if I was gone...” The acidic liquid continued to travel down your cheeks as you bowed your head down, seeking to cover your disheveled state.

“No, that’s where you’re wrong. I don’t think I can live in a world that you’re not part of.” Seeing as you did not deny his physical forms of affection, Atsumu elected to take it one step further. Gingerly, he reached out to brush away your tears with his index finger. “I don’t know what happened to you, and it doesn’t matter. Because I’ll show you that life is worth it.”

When Atsumu began disposing your tears, the flow only increased mercilessly. Soon, his hand was cradling your face, and it was impossible to not lean into his touch. He was just so warm, so so warm.

“I just want you to be happy.” The words that were choked out between a sob held such sincerity that Atsumu himself had to battle off his own tears.

“Yah? So if I ask for something selfish, will you agree to it? I promise it’ll make me happy.” For the first time since you had entered the room, he finally secured eye contact with you. Inside of his chest, his heart throbbed at how beautiful you were. How did he get so lucky?

“Anything. I’ll do anything.”

“Stay with me. Don’t ever leave my side. You do that for me, I promise you I’ll be happy for the rest of my life.”

Silence overtook the space around you for a minute. Though the two of you refused to break off any of the physical contact your bodies shared. And through the soulmate bond, the setter sought to silently communicate how much he wanted this. How much he wanted you.

“Atsumu...” Completely overwhelmed by a storm of emotions, all you could do was breath out his name. So much had happened in a small period of time - what was the right choice? Honestly, you did not know.

“And I think I can make you happy too. Even if that sounds a bit cocky. I just, really think I can do it.” The blonde packaged his words with a reassuring smile, one that aided you in making your decision. Although, you still had to ask...

“What if you regret this?”

“I won’t. Not now. Not ever.” The answer comes without missing a beat, he was prompt in shutting down any of your outstanding concerns. He could see that the barriers you had built were slowly crumbling. And it only takes another 42 seconds before you provided him with the confirmation he was desperate for.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

The words had barely left your mouth when Atsumu enveloped you into his embrace. The same hand that was caressing your cheek was now smoothing your hair as he clutched you closely. It was a form of affection you had never received. Yet all you could hope was to remain in his grasp forever.

“I’ll be honest, y/n. Even if you regret this decision, I won’t back off without a fight. I’ll be the most annoying cockroach you’ve ever seen.”

Not quite understanding his warning, you blinked in short intervals, earning you a heartfelt laugh from the setter. The level of adoration he held for you was bottomless, and you could see yourself happily drowning in it.

The most important thing was, Atsumu didn’t want you to die for him. He wanted you to live for him.

And that made all the difference.

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 7 days

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Coming in to say your writing is just absolutely amazing, just like you 🥰💜

STOPPPP 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

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❧ 6. Stray Cat

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❧ A/N: Sooo what are we feeling so far, ya'll!

"The weather keeps on getting worse, huh?"

Concern had the black-haired male's mouth twitching into a partial frown. Above him, strokes of light animated the sky in a battle that had even frightened away the stars. The sounds of the aerial conflict was startling too - to say the least. The rumbling was enough to mimic a minor earthquake, which was why Kuroo was considering abandoning his plans for the night. A single kilometre remained on his journey, but the streets were now flooding and his desire to attend a party in soaked clothes was close to 0.

For a moment, he had to wonder, just who angered the Gods above? As this was perhaps the worst storm he had witnessed in his entire lifetime. Okay, 25 years may not seem much to most - but it's two decades and a half!

After exhaling an elongated breath, he managed to convince himself to continue a bit longer. Kenma seemed to desire his presence, and there was also Koutarou who had almost separation anxiety. The thought had him chuckling lowly to himself. And as for his clothes, someone would lend him something, right?

Eh, that was a problem for when he actually arrived.

The pathway to classroom H9 was mostly deserted, although he did pass by a few stragglers rushing to find shelter. The scowls on their faces and the curses uttered under their breath had Kuroo shaking his head with a faint smile.

The rain appeared to be the primary adversary for the students of Sacred Arms Academy today.

Well, except for one.

A lone occupant could be observed on the bench ahead, sitting with her head against the backrest. What stunned Kuroo was that she was simply accepting the disastrous climate. From his current vantage point, he could not make out whether or not her eyes were open. However, he could see clearly that her face was taking most of the brute force of the rain.

The scene resembled a painting; one that would cause viewers to pause and ponder what exactly happened to the subject of the work. Was she heartbroken? Was she lost? Or was she purely insane? Or was it something beyond the average person's comprehension?

Before Kuroo's mind could catch up to his feet, he was already moving towards you. Whether it was sympathy or the pull of curiosity, he did not know. And as he proceeded closer, a strange thought occurred to him - was she hiding her tears in the rain?

The identity of the person only registered when he was stood right beside you. Mikage Y/N. Reo's older sister. The one the younger male was worried about.

Upon closer examination, it was easy to determine that you were outside for at least 15 minutes. Not an inch of your face or body was spared from the wrath of the harsh weather. Mascara was smudged on the corner of your eyes, and yet you still somehow looked breathtaking. Truly a worthy subject for a piece of art.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to use an umbrella when it rains." Kuroo shifted the umbrella within his grasp as he leaned in, it was large enough to cover you both to a degree. But he was content with getting a bit of rain on himself now. Perhaps, you inspired him just a bit.

Your heavy eyelids flutter open when you hear the unfamiliar male's voice. If you were in a different mental state, you probably would have been startled to see a handsome man peer down at you. But after enduring your father's latest lesson, you were defeated and desired nothing more than to drown in the rain devastating the city.

"I didn't ask for your kindness." Your attention lazily flickers to the umbrella now sheltering you before returning to the man ahead. He's staring so intently with curiosity twinkling in his irisies. And all you can do is return his interest with an empty glare.

"There are some things you don't have to ask for." Although he was hesitant for a second, a playful smile tugged at the end of his mouth. "And I'd be a pretty big asshole to ignore a stray cat without an umbrella." He had prayed silently that his teasing remark would at least earn him a smile. Or even a crack in your cold facade.

Oh, he was surely mistaken.

"I'm not an animal that needs saving." To catch the male off guard, you lifted yourself from the bench suddenly, causing him to stumble a step back. Surprise morphed instantly into amusement as he took in your unusual stance. "And let me give you a warning, since you clearly need it. Unnecessary kindness can kill. You're going to school with cutthroat assholes, you might as well learn to behave like one too."

Despite the pellets of liquid colliding with your body, you crossed your arms over your chest protectively. Sure, you probably came across as a lunatic. But it was better that way. Nothing in this life came free. Everything came packaged with expensive price tags, and you were exhausted from continuously paying the price.

"Anyway. Please stop looking at me like that. I also didn't ask for your pity, and I don't deserve it either." Pressing your teeth together, tension formed along your jawline.

Just why was this man so interested in you? Why had he not left yet? Why was he still standing there, watching you with those damn eyes?

"I'm not sure what you're talking about and why you're so angry. But accepting help in a shitty moment isn't a bad thing. It doesn't make you weak." Honestly, Kuroo had no standing to attempt to reason with you. Yet he found himself rooted in his spot and overcome with a desire to comfort you. It probably had to do with the moment earlier, when you secured gazes. He had never come across someone with eyes that displayed true and unadulterated sorrow. And while he knew virtually nothing about you, his chest was overcome with heartache.

No one should have to suffer that much.

"I didn't ask to be taught a lesson. I've had quite enough of those. And I understand the world well enough." Why were needless words spilling from your lips easily to a stranger? Even that question puzzled you. Did you not just spend an entire week avoiding conversation with your colleagues?

The only reasonable possibility was that your father's manipulation had commenced its reign over your mind. His desire - no.

His instructions were for you to become a socialite, one that everyone envied but no one was able to touch. A lethal individual truly, one that every man knew to remain clear of. It had appeared your two-minute conversation with the gamer had reached your father's ears, and he was rather displeased. That was why much of his lecture focused on how a lady is to behave around men.

And the person in front of you was certainly a man, and an incredibly attractive one. Not that it mattered.

Right now, you appeared as a damsel in distress. When in reality, this was a form of suffering you had chosen.

"So, I'd suggest that you go on your way and stop looking for people to save. Because clearly your hero radar is broken." This was the final thought you had selected to vocalize. It was enough to repel any ordinary person. Who would want to waste their time on an ungrateful bitch?

Right?

"Wow, my hero radar." A hand was sent to his chest to feign hurt from the strange insult. However, by this point, your back was turned towards him and you were already starting to walk away from the scene. It was peculiar just how confident your strides were despite the fact you were undoubtedly soaked and shivering.

Internally, the voice of rationality suggested that he leave you alone from now on. But it was the other voice that was much more convincing.

For some bizarre reason, he felt compelled to seek you out again. And based on the whispers in the hallways, he knew exactly how to make your paths cross again.

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 7 days

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❧ 5. Haunted Clown

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❧ A/N: Kuroo and Y/N's official meeting is coming up!

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 9 days

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SO the plan is to drop updates for my smau 7 days in a row and then it’ll be a few times a week! 😬 and I’m almost done part 3 of atsumu’s soulmate three shot. AND I’m gonna write something for gojo 😎

#jan rambles

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 9 days

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❧ 4. Guy of few words

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❧ A/N: I love Bokuto bye

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 10 days

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❧ 3. The Fairy with Turquoise Hair

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❧ A/N: BOOOOO at y/n's father!!

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❧ 2. Indestructible

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❧ A/N: written portion below!

It's all too suffocating. The expectations, the micromanaging, and of course, the eyes that never stop analyzing your every decision. Whether you choose to extend a sigh only a mere second longer, or whether you choose to wear your favourite sweater twice in a row. Everything is observed and critiqued.

And sometimes, it's just far too much.

Even the mirror cannot provide you with a safe space. The fluorescent lighting is far too cruel for your liking, highlighting every imperfection that you really wish to pay no mind to. Yet, beyond the imperfections, it's the eyes that captivate even your own interest. A shell of a person stares back at you, yet the eyes... They carry a heaviness that would startle most, and would haunt others.

They tell a story about a marionette whose entire life consisted of obeying the wishes of others. The invisible strings that were embedded into the limbs of the marionette, lifted her up and helped her continue the play.

No matter how disastrous the storm inside of her soul was, she had no choice. The show must always go on.

"Y/n? Are you okay?"

The voice disturbs your inner monologue, yet it does not frighten you; nor does it trigger any negative emotions. Instead, a small smile claims the corners of your mouth as you take in the presence of your younger brother.

"I'm okay, Reo. I just needed to use the bathroom." Instinctively, you reached out and provided a gentle pat to his cheek, earning you an inquisitive blink in response. It was clear that your words did not provide him with the reassurance he craved.

"You don't have to hide things from me." The purple-haired boy stated this as if it were a universal fact; one that was not open to debate. "I'm only a year younger than you. I can help protect you too."

The latter part comes out more in a childish grumble; one that warms up the ice that was claiming the surface area of your chest.

"Oh, is my younger brother now a knight in shining armour?" Lifting up your brow, you tapped a finger against your bottom lip with a sincere smile now itching to grow. "Or is it, a knight in shining Armani?"

"I think Armani." Another party joined the conversation with a whimsical laugh. It's a sound that brings a wave of tranquillity, so you more than welcome it. "He's too weak to carry armour."

"Right, anyone would appear weak in comparison to you, Oikawa." The younger boy showcased a charming smile, but the irritation underlying his words was clear.

The chestnut-haired male blew out another laugh before snaking an arm around your middle. The fluidity of his movements did not catch you off guard. This was all merely part of the performance. And the two of you, were no doubt, the best performers.

"Oh, you're so kind, little Reo. Maybe I should repay that kindness by teaching you how to work out?" After slowly leading your back to collide with his chest, Oikawa leaned down to whisper into your ear. "Unless Miss Y/N has an issue with that?"

Ahead of you, Reo narrowed his eyelids the slightest, while the emotion drained from his face. He knew that you and Oikawa were simply pawns on the chessboard. It was not as though you both had the luxury of free will. Yet, it bothered him how easily Oikawa could play the aloof asshole.

Nothing belonged to Reo. Not even his own body. Every part of his life was calculated from birth. The only reason he had the slightest bit of sanity was you. His older sister. The one who bore the punishments that would come if he made any errors. And the one who sheltered him from knowing the true torment that came with being a Mikage.

So, the fact that Oikawa Tooru could make light of Reo's physical state... It upset him. Especially, knowing that the only reason he was not completely skin and bones was because his sister would sneak him in food.

"You should consider training yourself a bit more, before giving out advice, my sweet Tooru." Sensing Reo's discomfort, this was the only response you could offer. Beside you, a pout settled onto Oikawa's mouth, and you were unable to ascertain whether he was genuinely upset.

"What's going on here? Are my three favourite people fighting?" The last individual to enter the conversation had your stomach in knots. Your mind was prepared for the mental warfare, yet your stomach raged with a dozen emotions. The muscles of your body, responding to the havoc ensuing inside of your stomach, also strained under the pressure of his gaze. Oikawa must have felt your sudden change in demeanour, as his grip around you tightened.

"No, father. We are not fighting. Please do not misunderstand." Over time, you had perfected a low and velvety tone. It was one that contained an essence that was both docile yet refined. In ways, it served as a defensive weapon. One that had saved you and Reo on countless occasions.

"Yes. I sincerely apologize if it seemed that way, Mr. Mikage." Oikawa matched your facade, yet stated his words with a royal-like confidence. It was a simpler task for him, as he was not afraid of your father, but his own.

"Well, alright. If there are no issues, let us all return to our table, hm?" The grey-haired male pressed his lips together into a faint smile, before motioning forward with a short and calculated hand gesture. "And Reo, be sure to stop by my office when we return home."

****

The shedding of blood commenced almost 15 minutes after the family returned home. The ominous comment issued towards your brother had you on high alert throughout the car ride. Reo did not utter a single word, instead his attention was fixed on the tiny droplets of rain sticking against the glass. Your parents, on the other hand, were speaking freely with each other about how delightful the banquet was. The Kise family hosted the banquet to express their gratitude towards the Mikages. They were another family who were "saved", without truly realizing that their saviours had more than a few skeletons in their closet. Under the Mikage dynasty was a blood-run river, one that exchanged souls for wealth.

Oh, it was also the banquet that caused you to delay your enrollment into Sacred Arms Academy. Not that it mattered now.

When the four of you entered the shared residence, you prayed your father had forgotten about his request. Ten minutes slipped on by, and he did not call out for Reo. Usually, if your father was to administer a punishment, it would happen immediately. So, you accordingly thought that it would be safe enough to at least take five minutes to change your clothes.

Only halfway into changing into a sweater, the sound of glass shattering brings your heart to sink into the pit of your stomach. Almost on autopilot, you quickly slip your arms into the sleeves and begin down the long staircase. For approximately 20 seconds, silence consumes the house. And it's once you reach the bottom of the staircase, do you hear your father's loud voice boom through the space.

"You dare disrespect the Mikage name? You dare?!"

Panic ignites inside of your muscles as you proceed closer to the study room. Based on your experience, rushing in could make the matter worse. However, standing there - in safety - while your brother was forced to endure abuse was also not an option.

"You are no longer at the weight you were assigned. Two pounds. You gained two pounds! It was enough for the Oikawa boy to even notice!"

How in the world could Tooru's comment be construed as a comment on weight gain? Honestly, your father's lack of critical reasoning was beyond your comprehension. The truth was, the old man was always looking for excuses to harm his children. It was not about the perfect image; it was about keeping them within his grasp. He craved complete and utter control, but he could never fully obtain it. Because he was not God. And you two were not his puppets. There was no way for him to completely strip you both of your individuality. And he hated you for it.

"I... I'm sorry..." This time it was Reo's gentle voice that cut through the air and pierced your heart. "I'll make sure to lose it..."

Oh, Reo. Your sweet, innocent Reo. It wasn't fair. None of this was. But soon, you'd be leaving him to fight for himself. And you knew deep inside, that you couldn't.

You absolutely could not do it.

"He won't be losing anything." Upon entering the study space, your eyes instantly searched for your younger brother. It only took a few seconds to find the purple-haired boy, on the floor with a superficial cut decorating his cheek. When you had heard the glass shatter, you had incorrectly assumed it was aimed at the wall. Now, that you were inside the room, you could see the impact was right beside Reo. "You threw a glass at him?"

Terror gripped your throat as you stared at the younger boy. But the pure dread animating his irises devastated you in a way it had never before.

"You... This is enough." Perhaps it was time for the bricks to break from the pressure of the well. And maybe that was the reason for the steaming liquid running down your cheeks. "We're not playing your stupid little game anymore. Do you understand, father!?"

Senior Mikage took a cautious step back upon hearing your words. He reasoned to himself that he had no reason to fear you and yet, this was a new reaction he had elicited. He was unsure just how far you would now take this.

"What insolence... What -"

"No. You do not get to curse us anymore. You will not lay a hand on us. Do you understand?" Adrenaline had you practically bouncing on the spot. Even if your father were to strike you now, you doubt you would feel it until tomorrow. All you could do was continue your proclamations and pray your father would not lift his hand again.

"In fact, you'll be enrolling Reo into the academy with me. And we'll both be leaving tomorrow. You will no longer have the privilege of living with your children. Do you understand me!?"

The only reason Reo was not joining you in the first place was due to your father's needless meddling. The two requirements for the academy were an undergraduate degree and a recommendation from a family of wealth. Those were two items within Reo's grasp, the only issue was your father.

"What... How dare you -" The older male could not process what was occurring at a reasonable pace. He had become far too comfortable in his artificial reality that he forgot that his children could choose to defy him. Once the varying forms of abuse were no longer effective, what was he to do? What was his plan?

Well, there was no plan. And that was why you were able to use the circumstances to your advantage.

"Come here, Reo." After wiping away the tears with the sleeve of your sweater, you curled your fingers into your palm to motion the younger boy forward. Although he was hesitant, Reo mustered the limited energy left in his body and removed himself from the floor. "This is the last night we'll ever stay in this haunted house. We're going to finally be free."

Once Reo was within arms reach, you took his hand in yours and without sparing your father a glance, exited the study space. To your dismay, you almost strolled straight into your mother who was clearly listening to everything from the foyer. Upon seeing her children, the older woman exhaled a breath while crossing her arms over her chest. Her behaviour did not coincide with that of a worried mother. Instead, she appeared disappointed, and that fact alone had the acids inside of your stomach churning in revulsion.

A mother who could bring herself to care for her own children was no mother at all.

"We'll clean up your wound first, Reo. Then we'll start packing." Your intentions were purposefully stated, to serve as a warning to both your mother and father. If either of them were to intervene, you were not completely sure what you would do. But the adrenaline soothed your concerns, whispering little lies about your indestructible state.

For now, pretending would be enough. But starting tomorrow, you'll commence your journey into discovering how to become more than skin and bones.

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