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TRIGGER WARNINGS- ABUSE, FORCED MARRIAGE, SEXUAL ABUSE, EMOTIONAL, INCEST MENTION etc. If there is any other ones you guys would like to me add please mention them <3
DISCLAIMER- I do not support incest or any of these things AT ALL under any circumstances, these are simply things for the story and characters etc, again I DO NOT support these things and I take them very seriously.
AUTHOR NOTE- Thing for my queen Xaing, but guys grab yo tissues cuz this shit is so damn sad. But I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope everyone likes it to. switches like last time author pov and Xaing pov. I recommend reading this while having reader ORR off to the races by lana del ray blasting on loop in the background. Get a little surprise at the end if you read it all the way :) ))
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It's not fair. I am a child.
There stood before me was my father and this... Disgusting rotting old guy. He looked to be 50 yet he looked older then he should. He was tall in a fancy green Japanese kimono, his hair wasn't completely grey but grey enough. I don't think he was Chinese based on clothes and his eye shape all together. His eyes... His eyes were so sickly green I wanted to puke right then and there. He was in my home therefore he should feel smaller then me. I am not afraid of a old man I won't be scared.
"Xaing. This is Kyuufu Kanashi, please treat him with the upmost respect." My father said, 'Kyuufu Kanashi' I don't know much Japanese including meanings of names but if memory serves me right 'Kyuufu' means fear and Kanashi sorrowful and sad. That's such a depressing name.
"…” I didn’t say anything, not that I didn’t not want to more that I feared that he may not know Maderin. I simply gave him a nervous bow as he stared daggers into my grey eyes. “Xaing.” My body stood straight by my fathers voice. “Straighten yourself up, we have to have a discussion with Kanashi. So please do try… Go.” My father is stern, scary and intimidating. Never the less I walk to my room.
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Xaing sits in front of her mirror in front of her braiding it. No hair sticking out, completely neat and nice perfect for her father and mother. She looked at herself in the mirror admiring herself, or at least the lively look in her eyes. She truly had such beautiful lively eyes.
Tap. A tapping noise from her doors from her balcony was heard, she turned to look getting up walking towards the wooden doors opening the door. No one?
"Boo"
"Kyaa...!!" Xaing yelled not loud enough for anyone to hear and barge in. Her eyes softened as her body relaxed of realizing it was someone who had such a familiar face. In fact she had only just saw this face a half and hour ago. Hanging upside down from her now, noses touching.
"Chun... What are doing here. You know my father doesn't like you." Xaing's father definitely did not like Chun. In fact dare I say he hated this 'poor peasant' boy. Chun put himself standing instead of upside down, he wore a cheeky grin her heart fluttered.
"I just wanted to see you, I was getting bored and I honestly could care less how your little daddy feels about me. I simply just care about seeing you." He grabbed her hand, putting something in her hair. A peony flower.
"I found that for ya. In a bush, my little queen of flowers, you my hope and I only wish the best of luck for you. Mudan." Mudan was a nickname, 'the most beautiful' he really was a true romantic even as a clumsy and loud man. The person to truly find her beautiful inside and out. He made her feel things she's never felt before. Even the small things like this made her feel like she was floating.
"It's 'king of flowers' you idiot.. But... There pretty so thank you."
"It's no problem." He leaned closer towards Xaing, she leaned in closing her eyes. A knock came from the door.
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"Xaing..? Are you okay..? I don't think it should take you this long to get ready." My mothers voice was heard from behind the door. She's always been a massive pain. She's a weak women even the sound of her voice made me feel like I wanted to die.
"I'm coming. Just give me a second. Chun go..." I lowered my voice so she couldn't here me. Just like father she wasn't a massive fan of Chun. "Already..? Lame... Do I at least get my kiss..?" I hate his teasing tones but oh god do they make me happy.
"No. Go before they suspect your here... Go go I'll come see you later."
"Haah.. Alright alright I'm leaving, but I better get that kiss tonight.." He walked off looking around to make sure he couldn't be seen. Father would kill him if he knew he came to see me. I breath in and out, turning behind me no longer in love phased mind. When Chun is gone the world isn't there for me. I open the door my mother standing in front of me.
"Was someone in there..? I could have sworn I heard whispers or someone talking in there." She looked behind to see if anything was there, but Chun had already left. Like I said a pest an annoyance. "No ones there. You're mind is just messed with right now, lets go. I'm sure father is waiting."
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I slid the door open. There was no dinner. Only Fathers and.. Him. For some reason when he looks at me I feel the world goes foggy and red. I don't like it. I moved to my seat next to father. I sit down. Waiting for someone to say something.
"I believe there was something we needed to discuss..? Father."
"Yes. Kanashi has given me such a great proposal." Proposal..? What type of proposal..? Kyuufu did not say a word he simply sipped on his tea with his eyes closed.
"You are in a good age to marry you know Xaing. I think sending you to marry someone soon is suiting. Don't you agree..?" I didn't want to get married. At least if it wasn't to Chun then I didn't want it. "Well.. Maybe it's a bit early for that..? I don't really wanna rush." I wanted to stay as young as possible for a long time, I wanted to be a 14yr old girl and talk about boys and do makeup. A normal girl with Chun that's all I wanted in life.
"Well.. It seems you don't have choice in that matter Xaing. You see Kanashi has given me a great proposal. It will be good for the family." Just what type of proposal was my father talking?
"What are you talking about.. Father..? Does he.. Want to marry me to his son or something...?!" I don't want marry some boy.. Only Chun only Chun and that's all I want.
"No. Not a son, in fact Kanashi doesn't have any sons, that's why he's come here though." What... My eyes grew wide and the room began to ring. That mans eyes turned towards and my vision grew foggy once more, I didn't like where this was going. At all. Don't say it. Don't say it please.
"Kanashi, he wants your hand in marriage." Those seven unwanted words came out of his mouth. Those horrible pain saking words came from my fathers mouth. I felt like I was gonna be sick.
It's not fair. I am a child.
"You.. You couldn't be more serious father..! You can't... You just can't do this to me...! I beg of you... Don't send me off to marry this man..!" I shouted loudly. I couldn't hear myself at all, the world was so quiet yet so loud.
"Your father is very much serious." This man put his own on my hand, his hand sent shivers down my spine. So cold and lifeless hands. "I ask for you to be help for a plan. You have no choice in this matter."
"You will marry me. And give me a daughter. For his sake."
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The moon was bright, the dead of night Xaing ran through bushes she felt like she couldn’t breath. She wasn’t breathing her body was heavy but she continued to ran. To get oxygen and the weight lifted.
“Haah… Hah.. I can’t breath..”
“Mudan..?” The voice of an angel. So sweet on my ears it’s bright and suddenly she felt everything come back. Her darling Chun.
“What’s the matter, you look so pale.” His voice was concerned, he held his hands out gently putting them to her face and hand. “What’s the matter..? Xaing.”
“There sending me away Chun..! To Japan to marry this man.. Chun… Don’t let them take me away please…!” She begged squeezing harder. Chun looked at her, no pity but instead sympathy.
"Ma-marry..? What do you mean send you away to marry a man..?! Xaing... Hey hey.. Calm down my love, come sit down you're so pale." Chun lead Xaing to the stone he was originally sitting on before, his hands so gentle and kind, there warm and smooth. He knelt down in front of her eyes with look of concern. "Breath, you just need to breath Mudan. In and out my love". She did as he said, in and out simply breathing the air he breathed, that felt so good to her nose and tongue. She still had his hands in a tight grip, but she had calmed down. "Now tell me.. What's happening..?"
"..Hah... Father... He's.. He has had a man.. Some older guy has and come persuaded my father into marrying me.. He bought me.. He bought me Chun do you not understand...?! I've been bought to marry some man and bare his children...!!" She made wide eyes to him, they glowed in the moon tears beginning to appear in the corner of her eyes.
"I... I understand.. Don't cry my love. I don't enjoy seeing you when you cry. But regardless.. To me no matter how you look you're still the most beautiful women I've ever seen." He wipes her teary eyes, warm loving hands. They placed foreheads together still holding hands tightly.
"Oh Chun..." Her darling Chun, his hands were warm and welcoming, if she could she would hold his hands for the end of time, never letting go.
But forever always has a ending.
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There's no light or warmth here, no loving eyes to look at me. None at all, it's dark and cold, only empty eyes to stare at me. My heart feels weird, I feel sick and upset. Did I mean nothing to my family? Where was my say in this.
"You are a very beautiful girl Xaing. You are a prefect fit for this plan." His cold and gross hands touched my lifeless face. I didn't bother to move I stayed still, I didn't want to move, I only looked at the trees from inside. This place is so suffocating. Stop touching me. His cold hands made me look at him. He's gross. STOP TOUCHING ME.
"Guh..--!!" His face turned away, for some reason I felt scared even though he wasn't looking completely looking at me. His green eyes were wide, "Y-you.." His eye brows furrowed, angry pure anger. He turned to me and suddenly I felt small, his teeth clenched, he stood up.
"You dare smack me..! Who do you think you are..?! You are beneath me.. You disgusting disgraceful women..!"
He hit me, hard and it hurt like a bitch. I felt more small, his hands were big and rough. He's loud.
"Your horrible. No manners at all, feelings such as anger and sadness.. No use for those stupid emotions..!" He hit me again, harder. The world is cruel, painfully cruel. "I brought you here, because I thought you'd be a good fit for this.. Are telling me now that you aren't..?! You are a horrible wife...!!"
I want to go home.
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It's not fair I am a child.
I feel gross. I'm drowning and suffocating. I don't react to anything he'll get mad at me, he makes me feel so small right now. I'm drowning in swamp water, I'm chocking and my whole being feels heavy and moist. I'm sick.
"Haah..." I'm 16. I aged to be beautiful and now I'm completely empty just how he wanted me to be. He grew on me and now I am just like him, he forcibly merged us to be one. I am now him and he is me.
He's like a wolf, he howls loudly like a wolf he moves like one I never see him coming. I don't know his next move and he watches me in the dark. His eyes glow in the dark and scare me. He eats me like a wolf. I was eaten alive and now the child is gone. No she was buried deep somewhere no where to be found crying. She will stay there till I die. Just like the story of the wolf, they brought death to this world.
I've always hated wolves.
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This thing is so small, he cries for something, his cry burns my ears, I'm tired and my body is ruined. His eyes are green and like his. I hate this child. I hate my body and this aura.
"A boy.. Rather disappointing, well we will simply have to try again."
Chousoka. My first son.
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It stings. Holding this boy stings, He doesn't cry too loud. A fairly calm child. My body was torn open once more, I am ruined and it stings. I don't want to be here. His eyes are green and evil.
"Another boy.. Haah.. How disappointing. We try again."
Oroshi. My second son.
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He came beautiful. Like me..? He came out angry and sad, he's a blessed boy with beauty like no other. He was blessed with my looks but his eyes.. There green and horrible. He's angry and sad.
"A girl...!? Ah.. No.. A boy.. Maybe again..?"
Ena. My third son.
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To Xaing makeup was everything. It was like drawing to her, she painted her lips with red lipstick with a smaller child standing next to her. He looked at like she was a goddess, watched her movements in admiration.
"You're so pretty mother. I hope to one day look just as you do. Not like father at all." His voice was tiny, soft. She turned to look at him and gave him a small smile. Putting her hands on his cheeks.
"Really now..? Not like that man..? My you are just like me aren't you..? Not like your older brothers. Very good Ena darling very good." She pet his hair, the feeling of being able to recognize herself in a younger person felt good.
"How do I look Ena..?" Her last finishing touches.
"So beautiful mother, You look like a goddess." Ena told her. "Do I look as beautiful as you do mother" He titled his head on his tippy toes in the mirror.
"You're a gift from god.. Ena, perfect as can be like me."
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I don't like this one.
"A boy, we try another day"
Kai. My fourth son
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His eyes are mine.
"Tch... Another boy.. This is truly such a annoyance.. You name this one I do not care for him. We'll work for a girl"
Sing. My fifth son.
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They came together, and it disgusts me. Make the pain stop...
"Two..?! God you women.. Such a disappointment."
Takashi, Tadashi. My sixth and seventh sons.
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It's painfully numb. He has his eyes again. Mother... Can you sing to me again..? I don't want this anymore..
He isn't here. "Take this boy away from me.. Now...!"
Ame. My 8th son.
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He's mine. How I love this boy with my soul and body. He's such a god send to this earth, how I love my...
Chen. My 9th son.
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Like two rotten peas in a pod. Evil twins with disgusting faces.. Father.. I want a hug. Father please... Find me..
"You were a mistake... I shouldn't have gotten you. Useless women."
Keiji, Shoji. My 10th and 11th sons.
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I didn't get to hold this one, I don't know what he looked like till he aged to one. Just like the rest I don't care for him either.
"..."
Anzu. The 12th son.
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It didn't hurt, I didn't feel anything. I don't feel anything nor do I want to, I've grown to hate my children as they've grown to hate me.
"We will try again, if I am not given a daughter this next try you and the rest of those boys will die."
Koukai. My... A son.
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She didn't care anymore. She didn't feel anything but pure anger towards everyone and thing. Xaing laid in her bed her body was in a almost dead and doll position. She felt ruined and old. Gross and dirty. She didn't see any point in hoping it was a girl. Honestly she prayed for a boy so her and the rest of these little demons could go down with her. They're then reason for her suffering so why should she go down alone.
Xaing sat up carefully still a bit injured. She heard the door open she quickly turned her head in annoyance. "What.. Can you not see I am resting..? Why must you come and torture me more then you already do..? Get out."
"It's just me mother." Chousoka walked in. He walked towards her slowly with a smaller child in his arms. Her heart bleated in hatred at the site of it. "Ugh... The the site of you with some other menace burns my eyes. Get out of my site immediately.." She turned away.
"So... You don't want to hold her..? Well I don't have a issue with that. She's a beautiful site, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Xaing's eyes widened when Chousoka uttered "she" and "her". Had she finally done it? Had she finally been useful to him and made him happy? Not that she cared about his happiness or him at all, but happy meant she wouldn't be bothered. She thought to herself hoping this meant he won't bother her anymore, and she could go home. Home was in Chun's arms she could she feel warm again, no longer angry.
"What's her name... Tell me boy." She said in irritated yet relieved tone.
"It's quite a beautiful name." Chousoka looked at the baby like she was a angel, sent from heaven. He looked alive. But this child was no angel.
"Sumire. My perfect violet."
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It's not fair I am a...
He threw me away. Wiped me off like I was some rocks inside his shoe. I was useful but he didn't need me to be useful anymore. I thought this meant me and Chun could finally be together again but no. Here I am with 13 boys and myself in a massive home with him and that... Girl.
He threw me away and gave me the leftovers. While he lived with the full course meal.
I laid down in the wet empty bed, I was still drowning even though he wasn't there to touch or hurt me. He was still there to me I could feel him still drowning me in the thick dirty swamp water. I slowly felt myself drift off in this empty cold bed.
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"Mudan..."
"Hah..." A voice, a familiar voice a voice she hasn't heard in what felt like centuries. She turned around there he was. In the further vision he was there looking at her. Oh she loved his cheeky grins.
"Mudan... My love.. Come to me I want to hold you in my arms badly again." He held his arms out, inviting her and god did they invite her quickly, tears in the corner of her eyes.
"Chun...! You.. You found me Chun...!" She felt she went back to 14 again, the more she ran more real it seemed. The scenery, her voice and him. "Chun...!!" She ran faster and faster and she finally reached him, his smile and calming eyes. She was so close to touching him, She was about to fall into his arms until he disappeared.
"Chun... Oh Chun come back... Don't leave me to die...!! Please don't leave me with those people... Chun...!!" She screamed hoping he'd come back.
"Chun... Chun my darling... Please... Kuh... Please don't leave me alone..." Her voice whimpered, she sobbed and shouted for him more but to no avail. He wasn't coming back. Suddenly this dream was gone and she woke up. The reality she had was back. This hell.
She woke up different. She woke up with a realization she was used, she didn't mean anything and she would never feel alive again because of these children and man. She woke up angry.
Anger made her feel powerful. Now the child in her would completely be buried beneath her. No where to be found and no one to hear her cries.
She was finally able to meet Sumire, she was a pretty little thing. Black hair and ghostly skin, she was so small and looked sad. She couldn't look at this child with anything other then hatred. This child is the reason she suffered to her.
"Sumire.. This is our mother, pretty isn't she..?" Oroshi said, he knelt down to her. "can you say mother..?"
"..Ah... Mo... Uu.." She can't talk properly, she's about 2, "Hmph.. What a useless girl." Xaing moves away walking into the distance, she felt a little weird looking at Sumire. Like almost uncomfortable and sickly.
As the months of being in this house past, she got used to her daughter, forcing herself to allow Sumire to be next to her or sit with her. She began to feel a protective feeling towards her, She played with the little curls in her hair she thought of her mother. She got up feeling a little confident that there was a tiny version of her following behind her trying to copy her walk and stance. She finally felt like a bigger person. She opened the door to a bedroom and...
Ena, he really was like Xaing in a way wasn't he? Used and bruised the same as she was. Used by Kyuufu, Ena was sitting in the bedroom his tang suit was messed with his hair down and messy. Kyuufu stood far away somewhere near a dresser. He didn't notice the two were there he simply looked away dead and ashamed and angry like Xaing. Xaing simply looked at the scenery, it disgusted her her eye brows and nose wrinkled. Ena noticed her he looked at her his eyes softened but he held a sad but empty kind of look to her.
She simply looked at him her face back to a annoyed one. She could care less at this point. So she turned to her side and walked away Sumire following behind.
Since he was like her. Why would she stop it..? It's not her problem. So it continued. SHE let it continue sometimes encouraged it. Because she didn't want to care.
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Xaing was sitting in the living room, sewing something. She was enjoying the peaceful quiet of the house. Her eyes closed and breathed in and out. Though the peace was cut short by the sound of by the sound of whimpering.
"Mother...!! Sob... Mother...! I am bleeding...! Kuh..!!" The sound of Sumire was heard. Behind the door she walked out of Xaing saw that Sumire had cut her hand, blood dripping to the floor. Her eyes slowly moved from that to.. What were those things coming out of her eyes again? She'd forgotten but those tears made Xaing go mad.
{ "Useless... Useless useless horrible women...!! Do you wish to become ugly..?! Do you wish to make my daughter ugly and horrible as you are acting right now..? Is that was you want..?!" }
{ SMACK ]
{ "I don't wish to hurt you.. But you're simply making me...!!" }
Fear and anger struck through Xaing, her entire being went blank. Her expression changed from a non existent one to mixes of anger and fear. In the moments were Kyuufu said those things to her, made her feel small and terrible. She looked at Sumire she thought of herself. Why does she get to keep her child while she didn't? It wasn't fair.. She knew she could be bigger and stronger then Sumire. She wanted to make Sumire feel small because it wasn't fair for Xaing. At least in her eyes.
"..You... What are doing with your eyes... You filthy spoiled child... How disgusting..." She shouted loudly. She didn't care nor pay any attention to Sumire's bleeding hand.
"..Mother... Uu.. I am bleeding look..." Sumire tried to show Xaing her bleeding hand still dripping. "I was cutting something... Why does this hurt... Mother..." She sobbed more. Xaing smacked her hand away from her Sumire made a little yap. "..Ouch...!"
"Don't put that disgusting hand in my face...! Do you wish to infect me to..?! You selfish girl.. Crying now..? Do you wish to become ugly and deformed...?! Is that what you want...?!" She grabbed Sumire's wrist.
"..Mother... But I am bleeding.. It hurts... Please let go of me.. You are hurting.. me... You're scaring me mother... Uuu..." She sobbed more. Xaing still didn't care, nothing around her felt real. Only the tears falling from Sumire's eyes. Those ugly green eyes.
"Scaring you..? Scaring you...?! I should be the one who's scared here...! Do you know what your father will do to me if he see's you like this..? He will hurt me.. Do you want me to be hurt...?! Do you want to see that Sumire....?! DO YOU..?!" Xaing hit Sumire. Not hard but hard enough for it to hurt the 5yr old.
"Uwahh...!! N-no... No mother I do not wish to see you hurt.. Not at all.. But I want you to help me... Please stop... Stop it mother.. You're acting like..." She didn't finish. She didn't know what. But that only made Xaing even angrier.
"Like what..? What..?! Tell me child...!!" Sumire didn't respond, she was still in shock from the slap. "Oh.. Playing silent treatment are we..? Fine.. Play it that way... I remind you of a monster don't I..? I see it in your eyes..."
"Sumire.. I'll show you a monster.. I'll show you what a rotten and horribly and ugly monster looks like.. Since you asked..." Xaing's tone of voice was low and quiet.
"..No mother no.. I do not think that... Mother...!" Sumire begged her mother. She was scared.
"You damn child... You deserve this.. You think I'm a monster Sumire I'll show you a monster...!!" Xaing grabbed Sumire by her hair. She made sure she grabbed it hard. Her daughters screams and shouts for her to stop slowly got quiet to her. She couldn't hear it.
She'd made it to a tiny cubby. She unlocked it opening it trying to forcefully put Sumire in there. After some struggle, she just kicked her in there. She put her hand on her shoulder to hold her back slammed the door and locked it.
"You are just like your father..." She walked off. The sounds of scratching and banging and Sumire screaming weren't there, so loud that the house could have broke down piece by piece. But Xaing refused to hear them. She didn't want to because that meant she'd be slowly digging up her own inner child. She didn't want that.
She left Sumire in there in one day. And didn't care.
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"Oh Chen.. My darling Chen.. Come sit with me." Xaing looked at Chen, her hand out ordering him to come sit with her. He was the only one of her children she truly liked, no really loved.
"Mother.. You seem tipsy. How about.. We go to bed it's getting late. Come on lets go.." Chen told her, he didn't like seeing his mother so depressed while drinking on the porch. It made him sad and.. Brought back some unhappy memories.
"He used me you know.. I was used and he threw me right out.. He took me away from Chun... Those other children and him are so selfish... They hate Chen.. But not you.. My golden child.." She murmured sadly.
"I know mother.. But.. It's getting late and you're.. Drinking too much, if you won't go to sleep then at least have some water and stop drinking the wine. It can give you a bad headache." Chen took away the wine glass, holding onto his mother. He placed it onto the table.
"Don't you understand Chen.. I want my Chun.. I don't ask for anything else... Chun... One day he'll come and take me away from this place.. He'll take me away.. I'll bring you with me okay..?" although Xaing couldn't see his face as it was on her head, he held a sad look. He held her so tightly. "I miss him... Sniff.. Uu.." Right he'd come for her take away the pain of this place.
If only that were true. But he isn't here in the same world as her now. But she doesn't need to know that.
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I found out Sumire was sent away. To live with a group vampires to get feast upon and marry one of them. 'Her purpose' is what he said. That child had only one purpose and that purpose her meaning was fucking up me. She ruined me and crushed me bit by bit. I hate that child I'm glad she'll maybe die there. This time I didn't get my hopes up he was never going to let me go.
Even after I've done what I needed to do for him. I'm still forced to sit here and watch these terrible children trapped in this big home that seems so small. Like I said, not only him but all them haunt me and eat me alive. All 15 of those demons drag me deeper into the swamp it's in my mouth and I choke. I hate them there's a burning fire passion that despises them. In a way though, they are what keeps me alive in the worst way possible. The longer I live the more that child want's to come out..
It's not fair I am a child.
What child? Maybe the child has always been gone, wanting life to be fair in a after world. Every kid says 'life isn't fair' trust me I've heard it all. But this.. This really isn't fair.
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"Chun.. Come find me.. Please... Dig me out..." I curled up in a ball. I'm 52 now. Nothing is real anymore. I can't breath my source of breath now is making my children sad scared.
I hear crying. I look beside me and there is a child. Curled up the same as me hair down messy and naked, "Stupid child..." I got up, turned the child around her eyes were grey. "Sniff.. Who are you.. Where Chun...?"
I was surprised, I didn't answer I simply walked off I grabbed something sharp. This was a hallucination I wanted it to go away. I didn't want to get reminded about everything. This swamp is started to get comforting. I like that I can make them feel small. "..Chun... Kuh.. Can we look for Chun...? I want my mother..." Don't remind me of them. He's gone somewhere else married maybe. I don't want to think of that fact. And she's probably the same weak old women. Go away.
"It's not fair.. I am a child...---" I killed her. She's gone back buried underneath me. She'll come back asking again. But I've gotten stronger and prepared. I'll kill her again. Tears fall down my face, but I don't notice I pretend not to.
I will hear my mother sing again in a field. Father will stand next to me again in silence. Somewhere Chun and I will hug again. And he will finally get that kiss he asked me for before he left my house.
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Right?
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I'm sorry I'm just adding to your backlog of asks as I read, but while you probably aren't developing much of a conlang for Oroshi (you're writing enough of them already), do you know how to say hi in their whistles? Because that sounds so cool and makes me want to know if there are real world inspirations. also RIP anyone who's bad at whistling lmao
No apologies necessary! I’m actually in the process of trying to catch up, so right now’s a pretty good time to throw messages my way.
At this point, there’s a decent chance that Oroshi’s whistled language won’t be developed past the concept stage. It’ll get namedropped from time to time within the Redux, but it has too little significance to make it worth constructing. More’s the pity, because its existence gets mentioned fairly early in the story (Russel Thrush is from Oroshi and knows how to whistle, but it’s not something he likes to broadcast).
You’ll be excited to hear that whistled languages are indeed a real thing! (And that my inspiration for Oroshi’s came from El Silbo.) They’ve evolved independently on six continents, and usually occur in either mountainous or densely-forested regions. In both environments, whistling is advantageous over shouting because it can be heard from a distance of 5 kilometers, at 130 dB. Mountainous areas generally have greater acoustics, whereas forests exert pressure over the acoustic environment, thus making whistles more energy-efficient compared to verbal communication.
You might enjoy watching these. They’re videos by a YouTube channel called Great Big Story that I highly recommend. The first—Whistling in the Wind: Preserving a Language Without Words—is a 4-minute video on El Silbo. The second—This Turkish Language Isn’t Spoken, It’s Whistled—is for the Turkish whistled language, kuş dili.
On a semi-related note, Mistral actually had more than one whistled language. As newer communication systems (like the scroll) were invented, the languages began to die off. Less people were interested in learning them because cellular communication requires less technical skill. Oroshi’s whistled language is one of the last to survive. Which is a shame, because in addition to being functionally useful, it was a major component of Mistrali culture. Part of Mistral’s main religious pantheon deifies birds, so the whistled languages were considered rather sacred. They were sometimes referred to as birdspeech.
(I envy anyone who knows how to whistle with their fingers. I can manage just fine with my teeth and lips, but for the life of me I can’t figure out how people do it with their hands. RIP indeed.)
