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It wasn't every day you got to walk and only think your own thoughts.
The thing was you knew you weren't like everyone else.
You were just.... different.
Slight glimpses of a past life usually came to mind where you remembered having a family, a loving family.
It was nice.
It was reassuring.
It was a good life.
You liked the warmth and comfort those short, blurry memories brought, they made your cold and miserable life slightly more bearable, like a sweet treat after a revolting rotting dinner.
You wish you were allowed to have sweets.
They seemed tasty, but you had never been allowed even one.
You had had sweets in your past life, now though, you couldn't recall the taste.
Like losing your sense of taste all together.
You only knew it was a good taste.
That was it.
You lived with other kids, a lot of them, about thirty of them at the very least each year, sometimes more. Because you could remember basic stuff from your past life here and there you were smarter than the other kids, in your old life you think you were an adult before coming to this life, it honestly seemed like a simple life from some of the snippets here and there. The other kids just called you 'a smarty pants' for knowing things that they couldn't comprehend. However, you felt sometimes, even without the memories, you were smarter than them in a way. You lately had started picking up on things more easily, which you didn't mind as it allowed more time for reading books you found bent and mistreated after years of being used by many children or draw with the left over unwanted colour's and left over paper, if there was any left by the time you got to them. You also had been getting headaches as of recent and felt worn down, like you had stayed up all night. This was the case even if you just wasted the day away being lazy, which was rare for you to do. Most days you and the other kids were forced to do some sort of activity, to play amongst each other or do some chores to learn discipline and to clean up after yourself.
Most of the kids called you a runt, which you found out was a rude way of calling somebody small, weak or unimportant.
They were no better anyway, with their smart remarks and childish bantering. The way they talked to you hurt sometimes, but if you let them see that they would throw paper airplanes at you or put gum in your hair; last week was the seventh time you had to cut some bits of it out of your already short hair. The staff had gotten annoyed at you for 'chewing gum' and 'purposefully putting it in your hair' to get their attention by now. You didn't ask them to cut it out of your hair anymore. After the fourth time it happened, they complained, yanking on your hair painfully, cutting it all over the place and making you scrape gum off from under the beds for days.
You walked along the street like normal back to the orphanage, which was a couple of blocks away. If you could, you would run away and never look back. But what was a Seven-year-old like yourself going to do after leaving? You already leave from time to time without permission, like right now, and get punished for it. Sometimes going without the mushy liquidly overly salty stuff they called dinner, other times being locked in your room for a couple days, or worst of all, not being allowed to do anything and try desperately to sweep down the hallways as other kids ran past you playing and calling you names.
It wasn't like you had a chose in all this.
A few months after you were born your mother had passed away in a train accident while you were being babysat, and with no other family on your mother's side it was straight to the orphanage for you. Your father, if you even had one, was not listed down, turned out she didn't even know who the father was when you tried asking one of the caretakers on a good day in your 'current living space'. You never knew what it was like to have a family, let along parents aside from the snippets of your past life with warm hugs and your hair being ruffled. You had never had your hair ruffled before, hugs were scarce, but you had been in a couple. They weren't as warm as the ones in your faded memories though.
The caretakers and children always treated you like the black sheep of the herd due to your odd appearance, with your bright blue eyes and snow-white hair. About a year ago the staff decided it was a 'good idea' to dye your hair jet black so you wouldn't stand out as much and 'become normal' for the adults who were looking to adopt.
You wished at times that you at least had some normality or weren't some freak in their eyes.
Didn't help that you could also see weird looking creatures around the place. They were almost everywhere you went. Some small and harmless, while others..... others you made sure to avoid in their entirety once you spotted one or 'sensed' one nearby.
Wasn't like a kid like yourself could deal with it.
You exterminated one of the smaller ones for the first time a while back, and it was difficult to do. You wouldn't have even tried if it wasn't attempting to pull your hair out. That was one year back and now small fries like that were reasonably okay to get rid of with the weird blue energy stuff that you had.
It took a while to figure out, long tedious months, that the weird blue energy connected with your emotions. So, by learning how to control your emotions you could control the blue stuff.
And now you're just walking back to everything once again. Back to that place you can't leave because you're not old enough yet. Maybe one day you'll have enough and get away from that place, when you have the guts.
Or maybe, just maybe a miracle may happe-
Na, who were you trying to fool.
Miracles didn't happen in real life.
Only in stories and fairy tale-
Suddenly, your train of thought was cut off as you bumped into a tall figure and fell over onto your backside. Looking up you couldn't see the man's face who had blocked the footpath. You would have, if it weren't for the glaring sun up above stared down angrily from its almost midday peak.
"Hey, watch it- oh- hey kid, are you upset-" Asked the man smiling down at you, almost in a sarcastic tone, leaning forwards to see your face more clearly.
You didn't have a problem seeing him after he leaned down to your height. Watching him you stood and dusted yourself off. Looking up at the stranger, you saw he wore a black blindfold and had pure white hair. Why is he wearing a blind fold? Is he blind?
'Oh crap. I ran into a blind man!' You thought in a bit of a panic, sweat gliding down your face.
"Sir I am so so so so sorry- where's your walking stick? No that not it.... your- your cane! Where did your cane go?" You asked looking at the man with white hair, he surprisingly looked a lot younger than you expected a man with white hair to have. Maybe the stress had gotten to him early on and his misses was putting pressure on him.
As you frantically looked around to find a cane the man looked in your direction, but he couldn't be right? He was blind. Maybe you were just seeing things.
Gojo looked at the child in front of him as she tried looking for something he didn't even have. He was about to say not to worry and continue on walking to a new sweetshop he had heard about, but he didn't move. He had stopped in his tracks, the world around his stopped and his cocky smirk faded from his face, becoming nonexistent in mere seconds. The kid in front of him, no older than 6 at most, had six eyes.
No- that shouldn't be even possible.
It couldn't have- he was always so careful.
He may jump from one person to the next like it was hopscotch, but he wasn't an idiot who didn't take the right precisions.
And this was the exact reason he did that; he didn't want something like this happening.
It wasn't that he was against kids, he just-
There were lots of complications that came with this very kid's existence-
It also made him question how there had only been one six eyes user at any given time.
There had 'never' been any record of two living at the exact same time.
"S-sorry Mr... I couldn't find your cane- Mr? Are you oka-"
"Who are you kid?" Asked Gojo in a serious voice making you freeze. Something wasn't right. 'This man, this stranger, the aura- no- the blue energy he had- there was so much of it! -why hadn't you realized it before?!' You thought to yourself in worry.
You had never met another person with so much of it. Everyone around you only had a little bit, so little you barely noticed it coming off them if you didn't concentrate. In comparison to yourself you had quite a bit of it but only had a slight grasp of how to use it. But this person- he was on a whole other level.
You knew if you fought him, you would die.
"I-I-I-I'm (Y/n) M-M-Mr," you replied with a shaky voice looking up at him as he stood up to his full height. He was like a mountain towering over you.
'What height was he, 180cm?- No... he was around 190cm most likely. Compared to the average height of a door in Japan at 1980mm which is right near you he is almost- damn it brain stop braining- bad brain bad- eyes help brain- you're in a life and death situation and you are comparing people's height based off a door as a reference?! Okay- both of you concentrate-'
"What's your last name kid?- And where are your parents at? I don't see them lurking around. You run off on them or something?" The man asked looking down at you with an unreadable look on his face. Didn't help that you couldn't see his eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul after all.
You gulped to yourself and stopped your hands from shaking.
Keeping the most neutral expression on your face you could muster so you didn't look out of place you spoke to the man.
"It's (L/n). A-and its none of your business Mr-"
"Just call me Gojo. No need for the formalities- makes me feel older than I already am." He said cutting you off.
"-Gojo, it's none of your business asking a random kid on the streets where their parents are or-"
"Just give the answer kid. Where are your parents-"
"Their dead." You said flatly. The man stopped talking and his mouth was slightly open. He may not have gasped or had a huge facial expression that shouted he was shocked, but that slightly agape mouth, that ever so slight opening told you everything you needed to know. You gave a slight glare at the man and started walking off.
"See ya...." You said casually walking away from the man and back down the street. Walking back in the very direction of the orphanage. At least that place seemed more appealing now compared to being possibly kidnaped by a tall stress hair ridden male on the street.
'That man had no right to even go into my personal business. He didn't even know me. Talk about being a-'
Your thoughts stopped as you felt two arms grab your midsection and through you over their shoulder. You began screaming, in a desperate attempt to grab someone's attention that you were in fact now being kidnaped.
However, things didn't go as you hoped.
In a blink of an eye, you weren't on the same street anymore, instead different shades of green and brown filled your eyes.
How did you end up in a forest so quickly?! You had no idea, but that wouldn't stop your squirming and screaming. No, it would not. Not with the slim chance someone may hear you. You were not the type of person to give up without a fight.
Using your blue energy, you tried hitting your captor a multitude of times on their upper back. This sadly, was found by you to be fruitless attempts. Your fists would always end up a few centimeters from their back and wouldn't go any further, no matter the amount of strength you put into your hits.
"Hey, you shouldn't tire yourself out," came an instantly recognizable voice. It was the man from before- what was his name- Gojo!
"Let me go! You can be put in prison for life by doing this you know! Kidnapin-"
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you-" he said calmly, with some cockiness.
"Thats what all kidnapers say!" You rebutted. You heard a sigh from behind your back, most definitely coming from your abductor.
"Look, after I get something checked, if it turns out I am wrong, I'll bring you back to where I found you. In the meantime-" he said from concerned to calmer and more controlled. You could almost hear a smirk forming on the male's face. At that moment if you ended up disappearing no one would care, but at least you wouldn't have dragged people down from not being there in lives anymore. One of the benefits of being an orphan. 'So much for this life being goo-'
"-what sweets do you like?"