ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ #𝓣𝓲𝓷𝔂𝓣
Though, when her father had grown weary of what he’d created and felt a newfound rage…Shisui’s mother never stood a chance.
And neither did he when she’d returned home.
Everyone was dead before the planet was even glassed, and she was only a child.
Though, when her father had grown weary of what he’d created and felt a newfound rage…Shisui’s mother never stood a chance.
And neither did he when she’d returned home.
Everyone was dead before the planet was even glassed, and she was only a child.
No one survived.
No number was kept.
But…[+]
No one survived.
No number was kept.
But…[+]
The only thing to keep her from breaking was the woman she could call a mother, eyes always distant yet loving, patching her up from every slight scrap that drew blood.
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The only thing to keep her from breaking was the woman she could call a mother, eyes always distant yet loving, patching her up from every slight scrap that drew blood.
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Her father was, rather expectantly, abusive. Trying to train someone to join his ranks in the hope of creating something greater, to usher in a new weapon against Man with Man.
So began the grueling training that truly started the day she could walk. A beating here and there [+]
Her father was, rather expectantly, abusive. Trying to train someone to join his ranks in the hope of creating something greater, to usher in a new weapon against Man with Man.
So began the grueling training that truly started the day she could walk. A beating here and there [+]