I am Still an Ichinose

“Ah…I forget how much of a stalker Kureto is…” Shinya sigh deeply. “Hiro none of it means anything to me. The only time I ever felt anything was when I am with your papa.”

“Ahaha…AHEM. Pretend you heard none of that.”

  ❛ You managed to BURN the curry. That’s almost as bad as Shinoa and Mitsuba setting an omelet on fire.❜

   ❛ Whose genius idea was this? ❜         Heavy on the sarcasm.

      One of the reasons Hiro does not recall his life before six years old is due to the fact he had a memory wipe. When he was first brought to the Hiragi house he called Kureto his uncle, but after a few small wipes and spells to block out his past he started to become scared and confused at where he was. Kureto was the only one that was around him, so he assumed he was his father, so that is what he called him. 

      The wipes were there to block out the worse experiments that they did to him. But the spells block out most of his childhood. And if he attempts to recall them he gets a migraine level headache until he stops attempting to recall. He had the condition since he was, (as far as he knew), little so he assumed it was a normal condition. However, it was put in place so he wouldn’t attempt to escape and go back to Guren or get Shinya’s attention if he ever came to the house and Hiro happened to hear him. 

     The spell is still in place to this day. Which is why he finds it hard to believe Shinya when he says Kureto and the Hiragis are lying to him.

       Even though Kureto was the one to show up and take Hiro away that night, the order came from Tenri Hiragi. The reasoning behind the abduction was a punishment to Guren, after all he had warned the Ichinose Leader many times not to think to highly of himself. And than to turn around in secret have a child with the adopted son he had bought for that very purpose with the help of one of Guren’s underlings showed he had not listened. 

     The boy would also have a dual purpose. He was of Shinya and Guren’s blood, which meant he would be strong. If he could survive the experimentation they planned for him, than he would be a stand in for Shinya as a stud in Tenri’s eyes. 

     A fuda is a paper spell that is true. The mark on Hiro’s neck was created by such a spell, however the result was the spell being burned into his neck. It is a high level spell that was created when the experiments he was undergoing went wrong. 

     He was about thirteen when it happened. They were trying to create a super solider, that had all the strengths of a vampire without actually being one. They had created a serum to help make  demon wielder and demon closer without loosing control. It had failed. 

     The end result created a young Namanari that needed to be controlled, and his body became dependent on that flawed serum. They got what they wanted but a very high price, but it lead to what they have now. 

     The spell helps regulate his system so that he does not loose control, when he over does it it will glow red. It also glows red, and someone will see him glow weak when he need serum. Only one person know the counter spell to the one on his neck, and that person being Kureto. He was the one after all who put the mark on his neck. 

                THE   METHODS   OF   HIS   FATHER   SICKENED   HIM.   Unrelenting   in   his   cruelty   /   even   towards   children,   of   all   things.   The   silver-haired   child   reminded   him   too   much   of   himself   for   comfort                 something   that   easily   instilled   a   protective   nature   within   the   future   sovereign   of   humanity.   It   was   ABHORRENT   the   things   that   he   had   put   this   boy   through,   determination   to   prevent   further   misery   was   present   in   a   weary   heart.   Disdain   had   curled   around   his   ribcage   like   ivy   upon   the   walls   of   a   LONG-FORGOTTEN   and   NEGLECTED   structure.   One   day,   he   would   pay   for   such   a   hubris   (   but   that   day   was   not   today.   )  

The   word   ‘   father   ’   made   his   stomach   churn   with   DISPLEASURE.   Nevertheless,   the   Heir   crouched   down   in   the   slightest   as   the   boy   engulfed   him   with   warmth,   freezing   upon   contact                 but   not   having   the   heart   to   dissuade   the   suffering   brood   from   the   contact   he   DESPERATELY   NEEDED.   Slowly   but   surely,   his   arms   folded   around   the   child   as   he   provided   him   with   the   comfort   he   yearned   for   at   such   a   young   age,   “   Nothing   has   happened,   I   figured   I   would   come   check   on   you   …   You   had   a   hard   week   after   all.   ”   A   pause,   an   UNPLEASANT   lump   forming   at   the   back   of   his   throat,   “   Are   you   hanging   in   there,   kid   ?   ”

     Was Hiro hanging in there? That was not a question he had expected to hear from his father. Hiro knew that Hiragis went through vigorous training while they grew up, but what they were doing to him was different. The adults that handled his training and tests had said that when they thought he wasn’t in ear shot. 

    It was something about making him like a vampire. He had no idea what that meant. And then there was that gun yesterday. It hurt, it caused him nightmares, it scared him, but.....

     He hugged his father tighter. “You don’t need to worry Father, I can handle it. Why do you look so worried? They didn’t do anything different really.” 

       Apart from that gun that talked to him last night. It said something about taking him to his real home. But this was...... suddenly Hiro got a really bad headache. It happened every time he tried to think too hard about his life past six that he couldn’t really remember, apart from a few people. It was something his doctors said was a condition he had had since he was little. 

     It’s a lie, a new voice in his head whispered.  

     Hiro had been lucky, today they had decided to let his body rest. They said he needed it after they had given him that gun yesterday. The pain it had caused him was one of the worst tests they had done to him yet. Someone had spoken to him while he was out. He couldn’t remember much of it now. But the guy had called him master and he had woken up, with his father over him, with a look on his face he could never forget. 

     The look made it seem as if Father was worried Hiro was never going to wake up again.

“Oh I didn’t bother asking. I just started carving the pumpkin and plop you right in.” Shinya laughs. “Got a good laugh out of him though.” He started looking though some stuff. “Ah! Here it is.” He holds the picture to Hiro.

     Hiro look down at himself, covered in pumpkin guts and sitting in a pumpkin. He looked happy, and in the background he could see Guren face palming, and yet he was chuckling a little. 

    It must have been a nice time, his demon said in his head. 

“Of course it’s spooktober after all!” Shinya remembering putting Hiro in a pumpkin when he as around one. “It’s a shame that you can’t fit in a pumkin anymore.”  

     ❛ Haaaa... ❜ He never asks for this.