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( ͡˗˗ ͡˗˗˗͡˗˗ ⌢͜͡ ͡˗˗˗͡˗˗ ⌢˗˗˗͡˗˗ ྀི ) ( ͡˗˗ ͡˗˗˗͡˗˗ ⌢͜͡ ͡˗˗˗͡˗˗ ⌢˗˗˗͡˗˗ ྀི ) ( ͡˗˗ ͡˗˗˗͡˗˗ ⌢͜͡ ͡˗˗˗͡˗˗ ⌢˗˗˗͡˗˗ ྀི )
꒰𓏼´ `𓏼 ྀིᥩ ◟ ͜◞ The house's hallways were filled with chaos and yelling, just like always, Imiko sighed, what was she to do.. Either she could stay here in her own personal space and keep to herself, or she could find out what her mom and dad were arguing about. She decided on the second option, she couldn't just sit in her room and listen to this! Besides.. Maybe her presence could calm the fight down. Hopefully.
Imiko then walked out of her room, staying cautious just in case this fight was worse than she had imagined, walking down the stairs, the inaudible voices of her mom and dad became much more clear.
" You're always SO full of yourself, you're barely home and you don't even care for our child! " Her mom (Asaka) yelled, tears were threatening to fall, but she stayed strong, she would always take Imiko's side in these arguments, there was a clear reason at why such fights revolved around her, but Imiko never wanted to face the truth about it, she'd rather stay oblivious and hidden from the harsh reality she lived in.
" Asaka, you're acting as if you wanted that child, which you never did, how hypocritical of you, like always.. " Isamu only purred, his voice was a mix of manipulative and tense, like it always was when arguing with his 'wife' or 'beloved'.. Whatever he called her these days, but it definitely wasn't any of those words. Isamu was too absent to even consider Asaka his wife.
Imiko just stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching, she didn't move, well.. She couldn't move, she never was able to when face-to-face with such violent behaviour, although it was her choice to come down here.. Imiko felt helpless, why couldn't she just help her parents get along? Why couldn't they get along anyway.. That was, a stupid question she always asked herself, she knew the answer, for sure. But that answer was far too cruel for her young mind to comprehend.
It took the two adults a while to soon notice their child watching, although that didn't seem to stop their arguing, it only got worse from there, and yet this child could do nothing but watch. Nothing to help them. Nothing to save them. Nothing. Null.
" Now look at what you've done! You expect me to care for a child you didn't even want in the first place?! I never wanted her either! You're just a useless woman.. I can't believe I had to marry you in the first place " Isamu retaliated, raising his hand and slapping Asaka across the face, causing her to stumble back from the shock.
Asaka held the side of her face tenderly, tears pricked her eyes as she looked up at the man she once thought loved her. " You... Horrible man " She managed to mutter out, her body was shaking with shock. Once again, Imiko just watched, although she stepped back a little, she didn't expect her dad to just.. Slap her mom. Father wasn't cruel! I know he isn't... I think.
Isamu then just walked off, seeming to grab his stuff and leave the house, slamming the door. Imiko stared ahead at the front door, before her eyes went back to her mother, who just laid on the floor, she looked lifeless. Imiko walked over to where Asaka lay, nudging her body a little, she wouldn't reply though. " Mom...? " The child asked, nudging her mother again, but this time was different. The floor beneath her suddenly stained red, which caused Imiko to jump back a little, she then looked at her hands, stained the same colour, the same blood. She... She's dead..? No.. No she couldn't be.. She can't be dead.
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Ingo woke up with a jolt, the same dream.. Just like every night. He quickly wiped his eyes to remove any trace of distress from his face, he didn't want to worry anyone too much anyway.. He looked over the bed he had been laid on for the night, noticing his injury on his leg and side had both bled through.. Well that's one thing he didn't want to happen tonight. Whatever, he could just get Wariai to help him with that, and maybe talk about his dreams he's been having recently.
He took a moment to get up, considering the injury on his leg was the worse of the two, it caused him more issues than he wanted. " fuck.. That hurts.. " He muttered, sitting himself up onto the side of the bed and slowly getting up, walking over to the bedroom door with a limp.
Ingo definitely took his time walking over to where Wariai usually was, he had checked his phone for the time and yep, definitely was late, around midnight to be exact. The man sighed, he then peered his head into Wariai's room, seeing that she was still awake, thank despair for that.
" Wariai..? " Ingo asked, his voice low to not wake anyone else at a time like this, his head tilted a little, causing his ears to flop to the side. Wariai perked up and came over to the doorway. " Ingo? What are you doing.. " She questioned, her tail flicking a little behind her. Ingo hesitated a little, he found this a little embarrassing, considering he was an adult and he was whining about some silly dream he had. " They bled through again " He muttered, looking away for a moment, a sharp pain then shot through him, causing Ingo to wince a little.
" Again..? I can clearly see that.. " Wariai replied, she grabbed Ingo's hand and brought him over to the bathroom, having him take a seat. " you need to stop moving around so much, that's what's causing these wounds to open up again " She softly lectured, which Ingo simply replied with " Oh.. Right, sorry " He looked down at his feet, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Wariai had grabbed some first-aid and set it down next to Ingo and began working on changing his bandages.
Wariai then broke the silence " Is something else bothering you, you're usually more talkative around this time " Her voice had evident concern in it, she didn't look up at Ingo though, focusing on patching him up. Ingo looked away once again for a moment, before speaking up in a small tone " There is.. Something. But it doesn't really matter at the moment " He brushed off, wafting his hand a little. Wariai looked at Ingo with an unamused expression " Ingo.. You know your lying doesn't work with me. What's going on? " Her tone was laced with slight disappointment, which Ingo internally winced at, oh how he hated hearing her disappointed.
" Well... I keep having the same dream about.. " Ingo's voice trailed off, he didn't want to finish his sentence if he was honest. Wariai just sighed, she knew how Ingo could be alot of the time " I don't want to force you to speak, but it's gotten to a point where it concerns me too " She explained, her movements soft and gentle whilst working on Ingo's leg. " It's about.. Asaka.. and dad " He finished, he continued to fidget with the hem of his shirt. Wariai paused for a second, right.. Makes sense to why he was so hesitant to speak up. " I won't force you to continue.. It's your choice. " She sighed, once she was finished re-wrapping Ingo's leg, she moved to his side, keeping her distance so she doesn't invade Ingo's personal space.
Ingo just kept silent for the rest of the process, so did Wariai. Once she had finished with both injuries, Ingo spoke up. " Can I.. Stay with you for the rest of the night ? " His voice stayed low, he felt like such a child asking this kind of question but it was for his sake. Wariai looked over at the door to the bathroom, and then back at Ingo " If you want to.. I don't mind " She replied, her eyes asking Ingo if he wanted to leave, in which he nodded in reply.
His mind wouldn't fully be at rest, but atleast he had something to protect him, no.. Not something. Someone.
( ͡˗˗ ͡˗˗˗͡˗˗ ⌢͜͡ ͡˗˗˗͡˗˗ ⌢˗˗˗͡˗˗ ྀི ) ( ͡˗˗ ͡˗˗˗͡˗˗ ⌢͜͡ ͡˗˗˗͡˗˗ ⌢˗˗˗͡˗˗ ྀི ) ( ͡˗˗ ͡˗˗˗͡˗˗ ⌢͜͡ ͡˗˗˗͡˗˗ ⌢˗˗˗͡˗˗ ྀི )