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♡ --- drabble; this is your sign. {pt1}
this is your sign; part one. - major trigger warning; descriptions of children being hurt. i repeat. do not read if you are sensitive to this. you've been warned.
The Seimura household was quiet. Unusually quiet. That was all until /he/ came home. The Seimura children weren't unlike other children to outsiders. But behind closed doors, it could only be described as a living nightmare. The front door swung open with such force it almost came off the hinges it was attached to. All three children watched in a line as he stormed through that door. The fear hit them like a brick and their faces dropped seeing the sheer rage in his face. They knew what was going to happen, just didn't know who would be the one getting his anger taken out on today. Most of the time Ouna would be the one getting dragged from the living room by the wings and into another part of the house. Not acknowledging his children at the moment, he knew. He knew their mother didn't stick to his stupid rules and that only fuelled his anger. "I told you aiko... why aren't their wings strapped down?!" Aiko didn't know what to say, not like her husband would answer her either. "They're-, they're not outside. I- I didn't think it was a problem..." Aiko's voice trailed off into a mouse like squeak. Just as powerless as her three children. Knowing full well if she even as much debated what he was doing, she'd get it even worse. Yukio's stubborn gaze went straight to one of Ouna's brothers. Without word of warning, her father grabbed him by the arm and dragged him off into another room. His face fell and his eyes widened in absolute fear knowing what was happening. Not once did he struggle. Was no use in it. He'd get him again even worse than what he was planning in that sick mind of his. Leaving both Ouna and her other younger brother to watch in horror at the terror on his face. Useless, is the only word Ouna would ever describe her mother as. Never once did she ever stand up to the husband that was hurting her children although, Ouna had a slight sympathy since it was a marriage that should have never happened. Another one of those idiotic quirk marriages but as a child, she didn't get it. Never would until older.
- Every bang, smack and every cry made Ouna's chest tighten and her wings ruffled thinking it should have been her and not one of her little brothers behind that door. Just as her father was angry, it was starting to rub off on her too. Somewhere deep down it made her want to rip the door off the hinges just to save him. Somehow without even thinking of it, that's exactly what she did. Running in there, she saw her little brother on the floor in a heap. It wouldn't take a lot to make him collapse like that, just at the age of five, he had seen and known far too much too soon. Yukio's fist was just ready to give the last blow before Ouna stood in front and grabbed his arm. "It was me! i told them to take the binds off, I can't stand it anymore!" She screamed in between bated breaths. She lied, of course she lied. She'd lie, cheat and steal to save both of them from anymore harm. "I-i'm sorry," she cried before tears dripped from her pale complexion and onto the floor. Yukio didn't care to hear what his daughter was talking about. Whilst still hanging onto his arm, he swung her across the room and she fell backwards into a cabinet. "I thought you had enough from last night, no?" His face twisted into a sadistic smirk as if he was somehow training his children. It was nothing like training, this was clearly abuse. Whilst on his way out he paused to take one last look at his children in a horrendous state. "Still want to be heroes?" Yukio's voice trailed off into a horrible stomach churning laugh as he left both of them there to deal with themselves until next time he got the urge to hurt his children.
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