#bondomu

I remember that day. The Day 35 Years ago. The day filled with Blood. Filled with Pain. The bonds snapping inside my heart. I don’t know how the rest of my family remembers, but to me, it was clear as the day. The image of the end of the sword pierced through my chest before it was ripped up and out. Shadowed face and golden eyes staring down at me as everything blurred out and went black. I knew something bad had happened as soon as I felt Raasura’s bond snap and his emotion became nothingness. A painful emptiness. It terrified me. It was painful, my brother had been killed and I didn’t know why. Then another snap and Rasutoru was gone. Then Joyd, and last was Dezaiasu. I had ran to Waizurii in a panic, trying to figure out what was happening. Why was our family was disappearing? I had hoped I was defective, that maybe I did something wrong. But the tears running down his cheek were proof of otherwise. As soon as I approached the look on his face was horror. Then came the sword. Pain was the first thing, I remembered when I awoke. I remember screaming Crying Being unable to move as a searing pain consumed my body, and the pain of emptiness echoing within me. I don’t remember how long I laid there alone until Dreams and Adam found me. The whole room was swirling to me, the pain made the details unrecognizable. But I had eventually ended up in my room, something I don’t remember. I laid there, trying to stitch the bonds off the family back together. Trying to understand why “he” did that to us. We were Family right? He was our brother, right? While the rest of the family was furious, I could only fear him. The Nightmares where he showed up haunted me, every time I closed my eyes. I didn’t even have to fall asleep. I would see him in the shadows. Golden eyes and a wide smile. I had trusted him. I had regarded him as family. It hurt, it hurt so bad. I didn’t leave my room for months. His name was more than enough to make me panic. It took years for me to calm down fully, where I could hear the name and not worry about tensing up and going into a panic. But I wasn’t the only one affected. Adam had been the worse. His obsession was poisoning this family. The Bonds. His actions becoming worse, dangerous towards our family, as the arrival of “him” approached. It terrified me. Our family needed to survive. But he was going to cause our end.