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It’s Really Not The Same As It Was

CW! abortion, abuse, slight smut at the end

Izuku was bullied ever since he was a child. He never understood why he was picked out of everyone. Katsuki, Izuku's supposed best friend, turned his back on him. Katsuki became Izuku’s main bully. It soon was clear why he was thrown in the trash considering Bakugo started saying it to his face a dozen times a day. Izuku was quirkless.

From elementary school all the way to their final year in junior high, Katsuki bullied Izuku. Katsuki got everyone to hate Izuku. Izuku was isolated and never given a chance to have a friend or social life. He didn’t mind it. He’d rather be alone. No one caught his attention. Everyone was boring, following the rest of the herd mindlessly.

When Izuku was in his third year of junior high, one fateful day broke him. Izuku was physically attacked, humiliated, and then suicide bated. Izuku fell into a severe depressive episode that lasted months. Izuku never really recovered from it. Inko unenrolled Izuku from Aldera Junior High, sued the school, and cut all connections with the Bakugo’s.

Izuku fell behind in his studies, causing him to fall short of the requirements to attend UA’s entry exam. Izuku was devastated and fell into an even worse mental state. Inko didn't know what to do and had Izuku get hospitalized for his own safety. Unfortunately, she made the wrong decision and he only got worse.

Izuku felt like no one wanted him around, that he was a bother. Izuku couldn't find one thing to live for other than his mother. If his mother sent him away because he was crazy, he no longer had anything to keep him alive. While he was unresponsive for a bit at the hospital, he realized he needed to fake being happy to get out. Izuku got out in no time. The doctors hated wasting resources on a quirkless person.

Izuku started up his life at a regular high school, nothing elite like the prestigious hero school U.A. High. Izuku didn’t know anyone so it was easy to live a comfortable life. He wasn’t bullied, he didn’t draw attention to himself, and had a couple of "friends". Izuku often studies with them, but their relationship was strictly only friends. It wasn’t until their school festival that Izuku met his demise.

The monster in disguise was a handsome boy. His name was Sugiyama Tomo. He was first person to ever flirt or hit on Izuku. Izuku, not knowing the first thing about relationships, fell into the trap. Izuku had no siblings to confide in. Izuku’s father died when he was a child so he had nothing to use as an example. Izuku never had a boyfriend before, let alone friends. It was easy for him to fall in love with the first person who showed interest in him.

Izuku and Tomo had a very one-sided relationship. Izuku never noticed because how was he supposed to know. Izuku was used to being yelled at and hit. It never really raised red flags for him. Izuku happily let Tomo do whatever he pleased. It didn't take long for Tomo to make sexual advances. Izuku never knew much about sex considering Inko never gave him the talk, so he allowed it to happen.

When Izuku began to have sex, Tomo had a field day when he saw Izuku was intersex. Tomo heard a myth that intersex people were infertile and never once brought up using protection. There were no contraceptives being used as they were sexually active every day. It was only a matter of time before Izuku was pregnant.

It happened so fast. Izuku didn’t know exactly when an egg was fertilized, but he soon started noticing strange occurrences. Izuku’s flat chest grew sore and tender. His nipples darkened to a brown shade, unlike the usual dark pink. Izuku mentioned it to his mother, worried something was going in with his breasts. Inko took him to the hospital, scared about what could be happening.

When Izuku was taken into the office, he explained what he had noticed. It seemed the doctor instantly noticed the symptoms and began asking somewhat specific questions. After questioning, Izuku was led to a bathroom for a urine sample. Inko and Izuku thought nothing of it. Urine samples were very common. When the doctor came back after fifteen minutes, he had news.

“I know what’s the cause of these sudden bodily changes,” revealed the adult, seeming a lot more relaxed after figuring out what was going on.

Inko and Izuku were tightly holding onto one another, preparing for the worst. “What’s going on with my child?”

“Well, according to the urine sample, Izuku here appears to be pregnant.”

Inko’s eyes widened in mortification. Izuku passed out. As much as Inko was horrified that Izuku was sexually active, she had to swallow down the invasive questions and anger. Inko couldn’t blame Izuku, she knew he had been in a bad spot and really loved the guy he was with. It was clear Izuku was maturing and would be getting sexual. Part of her role as a parent was to be a guide and an influence. She had done nothing to prepare Izuku for the risks of having sex.

That night when Izuku visited Tomo at their usual time, Izuku ended up breaking the news to Tomo. While Izuku found excitement in being pregnant, Tomo saw the end of the world. Izuku had something to live for and Tomo saw it as the end of his freedom. It didn’t take much for Tomo to manipulate and convince Izuku to abort the baby. Tomo told Izuku that they had all the time in the world and didn’t need to rush anything. They were still young and shouldn’t be held down by a baby. He didn't even try to sound understanding or sympathetic.

While Tomo said it just to avoid responsibility, Izuku was deeply wounded by those words. Izuku felt invalidated and begun crying. Izuku was worried Tomo didn’t love him enough to want to have a baby. The sad thing was Tomo saw Izuku as nothing more than a sex toy. That night, Tomo's sex toy left early sobbing. Tomo screamed at him for leaving early and being overdramatic. Izuku blocked it out, too overwhelmed by despair.

Inko was shocked Izuku wanted an abortion but decided if Izuku said he wanted an abortion, he could get an abortion. Izuku was young and the baby would be at risk due to his age. Izuku’s body would never be the same. Neither of them was financially stable to take care of a baby. Izuku still had high school to attend and he’d have to drop out to take care of the kid since Inko couldn’t afford daycare and they had no family. Izuku's entire life would be on hold if he chose to have the baby.

Izuku arrived at the hospital and sat down in the waiting area. Izuku was trembling, picking at his cuticles as his anxiety spiked. While Izuku and Inko were waiting for "Izuku" to be called out, a small group entered the hospital. The small group consisted of Katsuki, Eijiro, Ochako, and Aizawa. They had just wrapped up a villain attack and heading to the hospital was a shorter trip than going back to U.A. for healing. The four also had civilians they also wanted to check on.

Katsuki noticed Izuku and Inko and his body froze against his will. The three with him noticed his strange pause and looked at where he was looking. Ochako and Eijiro teased Katsuki, thinking he was in love. Aizawa, on the other hand, saw the panicked look on Katsuki’s face and knew it was something else entirely.

Inko was looking at Izuku with a worried expression, concerned about what was going through her precious child’s head. Izuku never once looked at her, staring straight ahead with a blank expression. Katsuki watched, wondering what was going on.

“Midoriya Izuku?”

Izuku got up and Inko watched him leave. Izuku walked straight toward the doctor at the door and Inko watched him disappear. She’d be called back once the operation was finished. All she could do was hang her head in her own shame.

Katsuki and Aizawa had no injuries so neither had to go back. The estimated wait was fifteen minutes for Ochako and Eijiro to get taken back. Ochako took thirty minutes and Eijiro also took thirty minutes, they were taken back separately so in total Aizawa and Katsuki were sitting there for an hour and a half. Inko was called back at the thirty-minute mark.

Eijiro was still gone by the time Izuku returned with Inko. Izuku’s face was a wet mess. His eyes were puffy from crying. His nose was red from repeatedly wiping his runny nose. Inko squeezed Izuku’s hand and whispered to him.

“How do you feel?”

Midoriya couldn’t hold back the silent tears as he quickly glanced at his mother before looking away again. “Better.”

Katsuki couldn’t do it anymore, he rose to his feet and made his way over.

“Aunty. Izuku,” called out Katsuki.

The two snapped their heads over, not noticing the voice at first. Izuku looked over and was met with a worried Katsuki.

“Kacchan?”

Inko scowled, still hostile when it came to the boy who tormented her son.

“Are you okay? What are you doing here?” questioned Katsuki, clearly distressed for Izuku’s wellbeing.

Izuku looked at his feet, unable to face Katsuki. “That’s… private.”

Katsuki nodded, backing off. “Alright… uh—shit. You’re okay though right? You’re not dying are you?”

Izuku shook his head, finally finding some confidence to look Katsuki in the eyes. “Of course I’m okay. Since when have you cared if I’m okay or not?”

Katsuki’s cheeks heated up at the direct reference to his bullying. Pushing past the guilt that hit him, he had a more important goal to achieve. “Fuck, Izuku. I know you don’t want to hear it, but you deserve to have it said to you.”

Katsuki dropped to his knees and bowed at Izuku’s feet. “I’m so sorry Izuku. I am sorry for everything I’ve done to you. I was a horrible person and I treated you horribly. I don’t deserve to be a hero, but every single day you are the reason why I try to be better. I want to be a hero worthy of your forgiveness.”

Izuku felt his eyes widen. His cheeks heated up at the dramatic apology in the middle of a hospital waiting room. “Kacchan.”

Katsuki looked up and took Izuku’s hand. “You don’t have to say anything. Don’t feel obligated to just because we have a crowd. The world deserves to know what kind of person I had been. I have to work to earn your trust and kindness again. And if you never want to see again, that’s perfectly fine and I’ll get out of your sight.”

“You idiot,” cried Izuku, too much happening all at once.

Katsuki ended up having to help escort Izuku home after making him faint. Inko softened up, seeing the sincerity in Katsuki’s words. She’d tolerate Katsuki until Izuku gave her a sign if he wanted Katsuki around or not.

Izuku unblocked Katsuki and promised to catch up with him soon. Katsuki and Izuku often hung out, feeling their natural bond come back together. Katsuki even managed to get Nezu interested in Izuku by accident. Nezu was one to snoop and caught Katsuki on the phone with someone dishing out incredible hero analysis.

Nezu brought Katsuki into his office and obtained the information of Izuku Midoriya. Two weeks later Izuku transferred to U.A. as Nezu’s personal student. Izuku was moved into Heights Alliance shortly after considering U.A. was a boarding school after an incident during Katsuki’s first year.

Izuku was allowed to pick which building he wanted to stay in and chose 2-A, the building Katsuki was staying in. Katsuki was ecstatic the moment he saw Izuku walk in his bags. Izuku was soon adopted into the class 2-A family. Izuku took a liking Uraraka, Tsuyu, Iida, Todoroki, Momo, and Tokoyami. Of course, Izuku got along well with Katsuki’s friends but he had a group of his own.

Since moving into the dorms, it didn’t take long for people to find out about Izuku's abusive relationship. Izuku would leave at least four times a week and be gone for hours. He had permission from Nezu to leave so no one questioned it for the most part. The thing that did catch their attention was that Izuku always came back a wreck and seemed beyond lifeless. Sometimes at night Izuku’s neighbors, Aoyama and Mineta, along with the person above him, Kaminari, could hear screaming over the phone in his room.

Katsuki, Mina, Sero, Kirishima, Jiro, and Momo overheard Kaminari talking to Izuku. They had been in the middle of a gaming competition. Izuku came down to grab some water when Kaminari suddenly got up to talk to him in the kitchen. While the game was on pause, they could hear the two from where they were sitting.

Kaminari addressed what he had been hearing and how he was worried. Izuku laughed it off saying his boyfriend was upset Izuku couldn’t make it the night before. Kaminari mentioned how he’s heard it multiple times and Izuku admitted it was an often occurrence. Kaminari was growing increasingly worried, confused about why Midoriya wouldn’t stand up for himself. Staying in U.A. dorms was for his safety and his boyfriend should respect that. Izuku could only respond and say how they used to spend almost all day, every day together so he wasn’t handling it well.

The group never asked about it, knowing it wasn’t their business. It was about two weeks later, Kaminari was hosting a mini party in his room. Katsuki, Mina, Kirishima, and Sero were all sitting around and talking about how they just found out Aizawa and Hizashi were married. Their light conversation was interrupted by muffled yelling. It was clear it was coming from Izuku’s room.

They couldn’t make out everything, but they heard enough to know Izuku’s boyfriend was, at the least, verbally abusive. It didn’t take a smart person to figure that out. Katsuki knew he had a big enough influence on Izuku that he’d be able to get through to him.

When Katsuki walked into Izuku’s room five minutes into listening to the Tomo screaming, he took the phone from Izuku’s hand. “Hey! Go bitch to some other fucking extra!”

Izuku looked mortified that Katsuki had not only entered his room unannounced, but he had heard everything. Not only did Katsuki hear everything, but he just yelled at Tomo. Katsuki then did something even worse and hung up on Tomo. To Izuku, it was a blessing in disguise. Katsuki sat the phone down and glared at Izuku.

“Dump that asshole. He clearly doesn’t love you. No one should ever fucking talk to you like that,” hissed Katsuki, his piercing gaze burning Izuku.

What Katsuki didn’t expect was for Izuku to explain everything. The day Katsuki reunited with Izuku was the most painful day of his life.

“Wait… you were what? Pregnant? How the hell?”

“I’m intersex. I have female and male reproductive genitalia. I identify as male and prefer if people only ever knew me as biological male,” explained Izuku, shooting Katsuki a scary look to show he was serious.

Katsuki raised his hands in defense. “Chill out nerd. It’s not my place to say anything anyways. Well, that explains the pregnant part. Now… what you’re telling me is he pressured you into an abortion?”

Izuku nodded, feeling idiotic now that it was being said out loud by Katsuki. Even if he was pressured into it, getting the abortion was for the best. Izuku was so miserable that he couldn’t see how badly it would’ve been if he kept the child. The main reason being his mental state. Izuku was no where near stable enough to care for a child.

“Yes. He did. But I wouldn’t be where I was if I kept the child. I would be miserable right now. I would have believed I made the right choice, but I wouldn’t be happy. Besides... Tomo would’ve left me,” admitted Izuku, meeting Katsuki’s gaze.

“Well fuck that guy anyways. You don’t need trash like him. You have family now and people who actually care about your thoughts and feelings,” remarked Katsuki, leaning back in Izuku’s chair.

Izuku's expression fell into something of a weak and discouraged frown. “I’ll leave him. I’m tired of the yelling.”

Katsuki nodded, getting off the chair to jump onto Izuku. Izuku screeched as Katsuki's body slammed him into the bed. Izuku fell into a fit of laughter because of the gremlin glint in Katsuki’s eyes as he jumped. Katsuki laid on top of Izuku, crushing him. Izuku didn’t mind it, finding the weight comforting.

“Can you stay the night? I don’t want to be alone,” asked Izuku, despite expecting rejection.

“I was going to do that anyways. It’s my bedtime,” grunted Katsuki, tugging the sheets over them.

Izuku and Katsuki’s phones lay on the floor as their sleepy cuddle pile took up all the space on the bed. Izuku melted like butter with Katsuki’s natural body heat. Katsuki subconsciously intertwined their limbs, hugging Izuku close. Katsuki never felt more comfortable in his life. The sweet, earthy scent of Izuku’s hair and the softness of his skin.

The following day, Izuku announced to the class he was going to be back soon and that he was dumping his boyfriend. Izuku came back disheveled and bloody knuckles. Everyone scrambled over to make sure he was okay. All Izuku could do was raise his fists with a smile.

“He tried to kiss me so I broke his teeth.”

No one had any complaints with that. Momo created some items to treat Izuku’s wounds. Everyone huddled around, beyond proud of his improved confidence. It took a lot of strength to break things off with the person who’s been psychologically and physically abusing you for the past year and a half. Izuku knew he needed to defend himself and that was exactly what he did.

Izuku obtained his hero license the following year with the rest of the third years. While he was the same kind of hero as Nezu, Izuku was invited by Katsuki to make an agency with him. Two more years passed and Katsuki asked out Izuku. By then, Izuku was flourishing and living his best life. For the decade of pain, the infinite future of good to come made it very much worth it.

Izuku went from no friends to a handful of amazing friends. He let his abusive boyfriend go with a strong punch to the face to gain a perfect boyfriend who treated him like a prince. He went from a nobody in the middle of nowhere to a popular hero.

Izuku entered his home, pulling off his shoes at the door. The smell of strong spices filled the house. Katsuki came over, wiping off his hands with a towel.

“You’re late.”

Izuku’s lip wobbled at the sight of Katsuki. Tears pooled up in his eyes and spilled out, onto his cheeks. Katsuki knew in a second that Izuku had a rough day. Katsuki pulled Izuku into his arms without hesitation. Izuku cried, soaking up the comfort of his boyfriend.

“Is it the mission you’ve been working on?” softly asked Katsuki.

Izuku nodded, hiding his face in the crook of Katsuki’s neck. “Mhmm.”

“Common. I’ve finished dinner,” huffed Katsuki, gently sliding his hand down Izuku’s palm to intertwine their fingers.

They ate in comfortable silence. Izuku never let go of Katsuki’s hand, using his left hand to eat instead. Katsuki never complained, letting Izuku hold his hand as much as he wanted.

When they wrapped up eating, they cleaned up together. There weren’t any words that needed to be said. Katsuki guided Izuku to the bathroom and started a warm bath. Katsuki massaged shampoo into Izuku’s hair and rubbed out the ache in Izuku’s upper and lower back.

Izuku needed more of Katsuki, making a move to begin kissing him. Katsuki reciprocated the kiss, feeling himself recharge as well. They spent a passionate night together. Relishing in the feeling of being connected, making love with all the passion their bodies possessed. Izuku never took his eyes off of Katsuki. Katsuki never took his eyes off of Izuku.

Katsuki laid on Izuku, pressing him into the bed with his heavy body. Izuku loved the feeling, kissing Katsuki’s jaw.

“I’m so grateful for you, Izuku.”

“Me too. I’m really happy you found me.”

“God I love you. So beautiful. So perfect. So sexy. So powerful.”

Izuku fell into a fit of laughter, drowned in kisses. “Kacchan! I love you too! Haha—stop! Kacchan!”

Izuku never felt more loved in his life, his heart full of the love Katsuki showered him in. Izuku woke up the next morning, caressing the sun-kissed skin of Katsuki. Izuku brushed a thumb over Katsuki’s eyelashes and the scars that decorated his skin.

You’re the last person I thought I would end up with, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything. You’re the only one who sees me.

“mental health matters until i negatively affect others”

“mental health matters until i cant take accountability”

“mental health matters until i am a genuinely bad person”

“mental health matters until i violate someone’s boundaries”

“mental health matters until the abused becomes the abuser”

why do you expect us to sympathize someone who is toxic..abuse is still abuse, even if done by a mentally ill person.

vent below the cut somewhat?

can we talk about how when you try to make a relationship 'equal' between you and an abuser, they will always see it as you 'flipping the script' or 'engaging in reactive abuse' because if they aren't superior to you then they feel like you're threatening them? Like homie just saying 'Don't do this, it hurts me, every time you've done this it hurts me' and 'treat people like you want to be treated. if you're mean to me, I can be mean back' is apparently as bad as...checks notes... you beating and raping me and spreading lies about me to the public from your position of power. You don't owe your abuser the 'perfect victim. Fighting back is not something to be ashamed of.

fuck amber heard

i just wanna put my two cents about the depp vs heard case: JD is the VICTIM and Amber is an abusive, narcissistic psychopath who needs to lose all of her money and be locked up for the rest of her miserable fucking existence. i really hope that JD wins this case. it will be MONUMENTAL for male victims of abuse.

if anyone tries to defend amber heard you will be ignored and blocked. fuck amber heard and her narcissistic fans. look at the goddamn evidence.

They sure don’t.

(—I’ll do a happy version of this later, since it’s two sides of one coin. ;) )

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So do I, Sweetheart. <3 😈 🔄

“The most disrespected person in America is the Black Woman. The most unprotected person in America is the Black Woman. The most neglected person in America is the Black Woman.”

-Malcolm X (1962)

(Originally made on insta by @michaelabalogun)

[Multiple people have pointed out that the Sojourner Truth speech isn’t accurate. Interesting none of you bother recommending other resources to spread awareness of what it’s like to be a Black Woman while you are pulling attention away from the main point–Black Women need to be recognized. If you have such a problem with how accurate the speech is, just know I looked into it and apparently she approved the second version which also expresses how she’s feeling. Let’s move on or pm me and I can list some alternatives if it’s weighing on your mind.]

"Anakin wouldn't do that"

"He was the greatest Jedi ever how would he turn to the dark side"

"There's still hope in him"

"There's still good in him"

Star wars makes a point of establishing how despite genocide and the conquering of worlds Anakin can still somehow be a good person. Yet what I find fascinating from a feminist perspective is these are very similar words to how women's abusers are excused. Even Padme's last words being that Anakin has good in him is so eerily similar to how abused women go back to their husbands out of the misguided beliefs that the abuse is not who their partner truly is.

Anakin Skywalker is the epitome of how men can do the most heinous of deeds and find redemption because society won't stop looking for the good in them

Booktok romance books scare me somewhat. Why is it sexy to have a guy take your birth control out as a form of foreplay?????

That and I made the mistake of reading Coleen Hoover books. They have the exact same formula of angst sex angst sex and then woah happy ending no one saw coming even though they have a toxic relationship. The only redeeming one that I read was “It ends with us” and even that one made me uncomfortable and not the way she wanted us to be if I had to guess

OPEN. | @storieswrittcn​ —  [ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other from peter p/arker!

“How in the hell did you even manage T’GET this far out here ? Hold STILL ! Yer gonna make me mess this up and I’m just gonna laugh at you, y’know ?”

She doesn’t mean it -- MOSTLY -- but slender fingers hold steady as she holds the skin together in order to push the needle through it. The pot of hot water sat cooling from where she sanitized the needle, she’d be using the warmed water later to clean him up. She just feel’s bad that she doesn’t have any painkillers. She’d have to go nick some in the morning, but for now she offers up her bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey. No, Spider-Man most certainly did NOT interrupt her bout of depressive drinking to try and drown the loneliness. She was simply celebrating another day of successfully beating the shit out of her abusive ex, who currently is suffering three broken ribs, a busted lip, TWO black eyes and she tried to dislocate his knee but her bat may have missed. Eh, she could be clumsy sometimes. 

What she didn’t expect was an old work buddy of hers from New York to suddenly pop up on her fire escape, big gash on his back and having to help lift his heavy ass onto her ratty old couch. She has him braced against one arm rest, bangs held back with a red headband and eyes focused on sewing him closed before her cleaned flesh could get any more infected. She finishes up the last touches with a satisfied hum, cutting the thread and proceeding to dress the five inch wound. She’d definitely need to stock up on supplies again, especially for him. The wound was pretty deep; she wonders if she can threaten a doctor for painkiller’s as well as antibiotics ? Couldn’t hurt to try !

“There ! All done, now to clean ya up ! I’d give you a lollipop but I ate the last one. Oh ! No wait, here y’go !”

Did the cherry pop come from between her couch cushions ? Yes, but she doesn’t disclose that.

Mistress Lady

Warning: f/f, non-consensual touching, brainwashing, manipulation, amnesia, innocent reader, mention of rape, mention of blood (light).

She speaks to you with beautiful words, promising you eternal life and the realization of your deepest desires.

You obey her like a servant who obey his master.

How many years pass after you agree to become his sevant? You can't remember. The memories erased from your mind.

She lets you do whatever you want for some reason, that indirectly sets you apart from the other servants.

What draws his attention to you? Was it your innocence? Was it your frail body? Was it your inability to do anything for yourself?

When you try to ask her, she laughs and says:

"You inquire for something that doesn't make sense. How can you not see it? You have eyes and you cannot see, but I have a cloth over my eyes, and I can see everything perfectly."

You can't understand… Or you don't want to understand.

"It's nice... " You murmur. You gently touch the belly of the hedgehog, caressing it skin gently.

"Just a hedgehog, why are you fascinated by that thing? There are different types of animals more exotic than that thing. Of all of them you only want to see this one." She's on your side, wagging her long tail in a bored way, her arms intertwined. Waiting for you done with that one.

The hedgehog trembles in your hand, trying to escape your gentle touch.

"This thing is cute..." Another gentle touch on the belly and the hedgehog calms down. "And it's the one I want to see for now… The reason I want it is because it reminds me of a fly trying to escape from a spider's web, he is the fly and I am the spider but with the difference that I don't just want to eat him I want to love him."

Yidhra just stay there, listening to you, listening to every word you say carefully.

Everything remains in a serene silence, Yidhra lost in his mind, and your mind lost with the gentle caresses of the hedgehog.

"Mistress Lady... " You talk with her. Getting her attentin.

"Yes?" Yidhra shakes her head at you. waiting for your question.

"Can we take care of this?" You show her the hedgehog with an innocent childish smile.

She watches you for a moment, putting her hand on her forehead tired of this situation. "Do not."

Your innocent smile instantly breaks when she says that.

"Why?" You leave the hedgehog, your once happy face now turning into a pout. Tears threatening to pour out of your eyes.

"We don't have time for this, come on." She leaves you alone in an instant.

"I'm sorry, little hedgehog, but… I can't take you with me." You put the hedgehog on the ground, get up and start walking behind Yidhra.

Again… You can't remember what you do next, you just know that you were in a strange place in the middle of a flower bed, feeling the last rays of sun on your face

Your attention moves to the flowers around you and then to your arm, where a painful pulsation is felt. It's hurt.

"Finally you wake up." Yidhra's voice appears in the midle silence.

You jump with your head towards her, Yidhra is very tall compared to you, her posture shows authority and power. And yours only shows fragility and naivety.

"The sun will go down and the night will come out. Isn't beatiful?"

"Yes." Do you remember, the hedgehog. Your attention shifts and Yidhra notices it. And she doesn't like it. "I really love the little hedgehog…" A soft murmur escapes your mouth, but Yidhra hears it.

Hiss

"How that simple animal can be loved by you? You're not supposed to remember it." She shound really angry.

"I really want it, please let me have it. "You ask naively. Pressing on the subject, but she really has enough of this.

"I said... No! I'm telling you for a long time, we're not going to have an animal with us." She hisses "That animal will distract you from your tasks!" She grabs your arm with such force, hurting you. "You'll obey me! I'm your master! You belong to me!

"It hurts." You tears fall down insteanly. "You, you scared me." You try to free out her grab.

"Oh, Honey, you shouldn't have scared of me." Her face changes to a smile, she was enjoy your tears, your fear, your pain. "I just want to protec you. That is bad?" Yidhra cleans your tears with his finger.

Her long, sharp nails wiped away your tears, cutting your cheek in a fine line.

“Ouch.” you instinctively moved away from his hand.

She just smiled, looking at the thin line of blood slowly trickling down your cheek, and slowly releasing your arm.

She was getting excited.

Your fear was interesting.

You leave me no choice.” She took the cloth that covered his eyes with his fingers and lifted it revealing his eyes, while parting his lips in a pointy-toothed smile.

Her bright, deep purple eyes caught your attention, hypnotizing you in the process. Completely forgetting everything around you to only focus on the brilliance of her.

"What are you doing standing up!? Go back to your bed! Can't you see you hurt yourself!?" A concerned woman's voice invaded her mind.

"I just want to play… Like them."

"You can't! And you never will! Please stop hurting yourself!"

The voices differed in tone, the first spoke desperately and uneasily and the second voice spoke nonchalantly exasperating the woman.

"I only care about you… You're the only thing we have."

"You dont need to care about me, im not a child anymore." The young girl looks at her feet.

The woman doesn't care what she say. She forced her to return home.

That young girl... looks like her, but she can't remember who the other woman is or when that happens.

When she recovered, she feels a thick fluids between his hands.

She switches her vision to her hands, discovering that the liquid was blood. Fresh blood, falling down her arms and ending in the flowers below her.

"W-what?" she can't believe what happened, where is that blood from? Or the blood is not hers? If the blood isn't hers, who's?

"Oh, honey. My dear Xia." Yidhra's voice.

"Xia? That isnt my name..." You remember.

She never calls you a name, calling you like Honey all this time, living and thinking Honey was your name. It was only a nickname that she gave you, and you taking it as your real name all this time.

Now that you remember, you never had one, it was just her calling you Honey, but never your real name.

Because right now?

But now the most important thing was the… blood, blood that dripped from your hands.

Sea lo que sea que ella haya hecho, te dolia demaciado el cuerpo, como si hubieses sido golpeada.

The moment she uncovered her eyes, you didn't know anything, just that memory, what had happened? She… forced you to do something you didn't want to?

Had she touched you too?

Certain intimate parts of your body hurt, did she do something to you?

If the blood wasn't his or yours… did that mean maybe you had killed someone?

Impossible

As someone like you could even hurt another person, you are just… someone fragile and weak, too naive and innocent to the point that it could be said that you are just… someone too foolish.

A quick thought ran through your mind, you looked at her quickly, the smile that you thought was affection now just looked… just arrogant…

Weapon.

You quickly searched your surroundings, if you hurt someone… that meant there was a weapon involved.

"Are you looking for this?" Her mocking voice called out to you. You quickly saw her again. "This is what you want to see so much?" She showed you the weapon.

You instinctively covered yourself when you saw the weapon fly from his hands, but you were able to calm down when the weapon just landed at your feet.

A pickaxe.

Dirty, rusty and old, fresh blood running down the tip.

You brought your legs closer to your chest, curling up on the ground, had you really done something like that? How? How!?

You felt the scaly texture imprisoning you, Yidhra's claws ran over your belly, rising slowly, brushing your breasts, collarbone, shoulders until reaching your face. Where she held you by the cheeks while she laughed.

"What's wrong my little Xia? Is there something you don't like?" She laughed.

"L-likes me? What's wrong with you!?" You tried to push her away but her grip was stronger.

His smile faded.

"Do you not like what I do for you?" She pressed harder on your cheeks. "Isn't that enough? Do you want more? Can I give you more"

You felt the burning of the wound on your cheek.

"W-what are you talking about? Of course I don't like this!" you shook yourself "What have you been doing to me all this time?" You grab her hands with the intention of moving them away from your face but she is stronger.

She was silent for a while, then laughed.

"What did I do to you?" She scoffed. "The real question here is. What have I not done to you yet?"

His hands came down once more, touching your chest affectionately, thick tears welling up on your terrified face.

"I've been too good to you this time and always rewarded you, isn't it time to take my reward too?"

Your clothes slowly parted from your body, you squeck in fright.

"Obey me like a good servant."

I will be gentle.