Chapter 33 - INTERLUDE 1: TOGA HIMIKO (1/2)

(AN 1: There will be a R18? R16? Scene in this chapter. I will put caution to mark the part. You can skip it without missing much.)

Before meeting Kuroha :

Chirp!!! chirp!!

The sound of the birds song filled the sky. A young girl was standing in a room, participating at a ceremony.

She wore a bright silver-white kimono. The aura she emitted was that of a beautiful and well mannered little lady. The kind that garnered gaze of respect by anyone without even having to speak.

Her long ash blonde her floating freely in the wind gave her the image of a fairy. Her smile was amicable and calm with a hint of playfulness. On either side of her stood her father in a suit and her mother in a similar but more mature kimono. All in all, she was perfect... and she hated this.

”Oh-oh, What a cute child.”

”She is so polite.”

”She will grow into a fine lady.”

”Could you present her to my child?”

”She must make you so proud!!”

”I would love to have a child-like that.”

Noise noise and noise. Smile smile and smile.

The noise and the smile blended after a while. So fake, so disgusting. When she looked at their face, she couldn't distinguish their features. In her eyes, they all wore a mask. Mask with fixed emotions.

It was so disgusting. Her hand itched. The longer she looked at them, the longer she heard them speak, the greater the itch becomes. She wanted a knife. She needed a knife.

This torture lasted half a day before ending.

In the road to home, the car was silent. It wasn't the kind of silence that came when you simply had nothing to say. It was a heavy silence.

She knew why. They didn't like her. They considered her a freak. How many counseling did she had to attend? She didn't remember and she didn't want to remember.

She hated them. She hated everyone so much. Why? Why? Why? Did she have to hide her quirk? Why did she have to smile when she didn't want to? Why did she have to say she hated what she loved?

”Act normal”, they said with anger in their voice.

”Why are you like that?”, they said with disgust in their eyes.

”You're a monster!!!”, they said with fear in their eyes.

She wasn't normal. She was a monster, a freak. But why? Just because she liked to drink blood? What was so bad about it?

She didn't wish to be born like that. It's not her fault if she likes blood. She never wounded anyone nor anything, despite her craving.

They finally arrived home and each of them entered their own room without speaking to each other.

Her chamber was tidy, at the same time it was void of any decoration. She learned how to take care of herself since the moment her quirk manifested.

She laid down on her bed after changing out of her kimono. Right now, she wore a simple yellow dress.

She gazed listlessly at her white ceiling.

She had no one to help her.

She had no one to confide to.

No friend.

No family.

No love.

She was alone.

She would live alone.

She would die alone.

Tear began to gather in her eyes. But she refused to let them fall. She got up and came in front of her mirror.

”Smile!”

She should smile. She needed to smile. Her smile was all she had. If she didn't smile she would be given up. She had to be the perfect Himiko, the gentle Himiko, the cute Himiko.

She put her hand on her face and forced it to form the smile she wished for.

The reflection on the mirror had a bright smile on the face as she wished. But in her eyes, she could only see a smiling mask covering her face.