#cold oc

Year XXXX The Underground : Harshly gasping and waking up in cold sweat . The young girl was in complete disarray with questions popping up in her head the only things she did know that her name was sakura to her surprise she had no last name so she shrugged it off. She was age 8 and that she was in the underground somewhere in paradis . Seeing that she was wearing clothes that were filthy “ugh , disgusting “ she muttered in disgust . seeing that she was somewhere in an alley , before she could think her tiny legs took her to beat up house on the outside she grimaced but inside it was spotless . “I remember now , i like my home to be spotless “ muttering to herself . Walking to the kitchen she ate half of a small loaf of bread that was somewhat hardened dipping it in tomato that she made moments ago . Touching her hair it was short white hair with an undercut and eyes that were the color of light violet , short enough that it was a boy’s haircut remembering she kept it this way for low maintenance and to somewhat to blend in from perverts. hating men the thought of it made her blood boil. “tch .. filthy mongrels”. walking to what she guessed was her room in the drawer she found a large roll of bills which made her smile “perfect! , i can use this to buy new clothes and throw these rags away. once she bought new clothes that were shirts and shorts and pants for her odd jobs . making one last stop to buy more groceries ‘this’ll last me for a couple of months ‘. With her body worn out sakura plopped on her oversized mattress for an 8 year old child . Once she drifted off memories disturbed her , a mother she loved more than anyone , who was a prostitute despite her work the young girl’s mother was a gentle and kindhearted woman . Sakura looked forward to the times she had tea with her , despite loving the taste of any tea bitter or not .. it was the little moments like that she cherished . She never knew who her “old man was” and “what he was like” her mother sadly shook her head to which the young child that it’s not a subject to be touched upon ever again. Her happiness always came to an end , a couple of men slaughtered her mother in cold blood .. sakura could do nothing but watch helplessly . Talking amongst themselves that the six year old child would be a goldmine if she was sold off . Screaming for help a man saved her murdered the perverts in cold blood and looked like he enjoyed

It which shocked her “you , what’s your name?” answering that she’s sakura . The mysterious mans eyes slightly widened looking at her eyes as if he knew the child. “mister do you know me ?” The man bluntly told her no .. he tossed her to what looked like a dagger . “ i can’t take ya in kid but you look smart enough to survive and fend for yerself”. before she could thank him he was gone in a flash . ‘what an odd man.. who was he?’ . For what felt like hours she mourned for her now deceased mother . Her tears wouldn’t stop falling , ‘ I hate them mother, my old man probably used you like those other pigs! I hate them .. this world is a cruel and dangerous place’. From that day on sakura became distrustful of everyone . Showing mild kindness to women and children , learned quickly how to steal from both watching and creating various methods to get what she needed to get by . Learning to fight took longer than she would’ve liked watching how others fought and the techniques they’d use and to be nasty too . Ever since her mother was murdered sakura created a cold exterior : crude, violent/dangerous, serious , stoic , no-nonsense attitude, blunt , hardworking, determined, confident, intimidating and showed an unapproachable type of aura , stubborn both in a good way and a bad way and learned to suppress her emotions . After defeating her first opponent who tried to mug her thinking she was an easy target . How wrong he was , sakura learned that very day she had an innate talent for fighting . On the inside she was surprised she was strong enough to fracture his tibia “tch, you’re a sorry excuse for a human it’s not even worth my time to end your fucking life .. rot for all i care .. i don’t give a damn “. walking away to her new home which was an abandoned house the man called the 7 year old girl a “bitch” ignoring the man’s piss poor attempt to provoke her sakura had never looked back . abruptly waking up in cold sweat and felt tears trickling down her face sakura softly said “mother” and quietly sobbed …

Year XXXX The Underground : Harshly gasping and waking up in cold sweat . The young girl was in complete disarray with questions popping up in her head the only things she did know that her name was y/n to her surprise she had no last name so she shrugged it off. She was age 8 and that she was in the underground somewhere in paradis . Seeing that she was wearing clothes that were filthy “ugh , disgusting “ she muttered in disgust . seeing that she was somewhere in an alley , before she could think her tiny legs took her to beat up house on the outside she grimaced but inside it was spotless . “I remember now , i like my home to be spotless “ muttering to herself . Walking to the kitchen she ate half of a small loaf of bread that was somewhat hardened dipping it in tomato that she made moments ago . Touching her hair it was short white hair with eyes that were the color of icy blue both physical traits were unheard of .. to the point people talked about it behind her back including the mp’s not that it mattered to sakura. To her survival was everything her hair was short enough that it was a boy’s haircut remembering she kept it this way for low maintenance and to somewhat to blend in from perverts. hating men the thought of it made her blood boil. “tch .. filthy mongrels”. walking to what she guessed was her room in the drawer she found a large roll of bills which made her smile “perfect! , i can use this to buy new clothes and throw these rags away. once she bought new clothes that were shirts and shorts and pants for her odd jobs . making one last stop to buy more groceries ‘this’ll last me for a couple of months ‘. With her body worn out y/n plopped on her oversized mattress for an 8 year old child . Once she drifted off memories disturbed her , a mother she loved more than anyone , who was a prostitute despite her work y/n’s mother was a gentle and kindhearted woman . y/n looked forward to the times she had tea with her , despite loving the taste of any tea bitter or not .. it was the little moments like that she cherished . She never knew her “old man” and “what he was like” Sakura’s mother sadly shook her head to which sakura took the hint that it’s not a subject to be touched ever again. Of course her happiness always came to an end , a couple of men slaughtered her mother in cold blood .. sakura could do nothing but watch helplessly . Talking amongst themselves that the six year old child would be a goldmine if she was sold off . Screaming for help a man saved her murdered the perverts in cold blood and looked like he enjoyed

It which shocked her “you , what’s your name?” answering that she’s sakura. The mysterious mans eyes slightly widened looking at her eyes as if he knew the child. “mister do you know me ?” The man bluntly told her no .. he tossed her to what looked like a dagger . “ i can’t take ya in kid but you look smart enough to survive and fend fer yerself”. before she could thank him he was gone in a flash . ‘what an odd man.. who was he?’ . For what felt like hours she mourned for her now deceased mother . Her tears wouldn’t stop falling , ‘ I hate them mother, my old nan likely used you like those other pigs! I hate them .. this world is a cruel and dangerous place’. From that day on sakura became distrustful of everyone . Showing mild kindness to women and children , learned quickly how to steal from both watching and creating various methods to get what she needed to get by . Learning to fight took longer than she would’ve liked watching how others fought and the techniques they’d use and to be nasty too . Ever since her mother was murdered sakura created a cold exterior : crude, violent/dangerous, serious , stoic , no-nonsense attitude, blunt , hardworking, determined, confident, intimidating and could be downright scary ,stoic, stubborn both in a good way and a bad way and learned to suppress her emotions . After defeating her first opponent who tried to mug her thinking she was an easy target . How wrong he was , sakura learned that day she had an innate talent for fighting . On the inside she was surprised she was strong enough to fracture his tibia “tch, you’re a sorry excuse for a human it’s not even worth my time to end your fucking life .. rot for all i care .. i don’t give a damn “. walking away to her new home which was an abandoned house the man called the 7 year old girl a “bitch” ignoring the man’s piss poor attempt to provoke her y/n never looked back . abruptly waking up in cold sweat and felt tears trickling down her face y/n softly said “mother” and quietly sobbed …