Ḩ̴̛̜̫̝̲̣̬͎̯͖̹͈̥̈̽́͛̐͊͆̀̏̏̿̿͋̆̄̂͌̿̀̑̄̃̈́̓̉̉̍́͛̀̎́̄̒́̆͗̏͌̿̉̿̾̕̚͝á̷̢̡̢̢̨̭̣̜̗͕͔̬̭̺̪͉̟̯̳̫̬̮͎̱̳͙̹̝͚̤͕͉͖̜͉̘͚̲̘̹̪̳̩̥̱̻̭̝̬̱̺̬̟̪̪̗̝̤̜͇̮̻̖̟̺̗̤̮̫̙͓̮͉͍̦̫̪̍̈́̓̂̒̃̽̃͊̀̓̈́̀̓̾̇̽̍̄͌̈́̅́͐̌̃͒̿̕͜͜͜͜͝͝ç̸̡̨̡̡̣͉͚̞͙̝͚̪̝̼̟̪̭̜̣͙͙͔̣̼̦͓̠̹̉̇͋͋͋͆̃͐̆̃̆̇̔̎̌̊́̏̓͋̉͆͋̀̔̓̽̏̐̋̏͊̀͘͘̚͘͜͜h̵̡̧̢̨̧̡̧̢̛͇̹͕͔͙̤̹̫̳̺̖̲͉̜̼̞͇̖̱̖͍̖̪͔͙͎̠͇̰͚͎̱͚͉̺̘̬̣͙͇̝̱̙̘̪͉̗̹̘̲̻̼̦̪̠͈̩̩̯̙͖͔̘̼͚̹̹̳͍̍̓͊̆̽́̈̽̂̔̑̓̆̎̎͌̿̇́̄͑̅̇͘͜͜͜͜͠͝ͅͅį̵̢̨̧̗̺͕̯̦̙̩̦̮͕̪̯͈̤̳͈̬̬̫͓͈̩͓͉̦̟̠͎̻̙̗͉̥͔̠̫̤͙̠̳̱̟̳̞͇̫̪͂̿̎͒͑̾̓́̓͑̈́͐̏̌̅̃̓̋̔̃̎̄̐͑͌͆͛̏͂͂̈́́͗̐͋͌̂̉̓̀̏͜͝,̵̛̬͕̹̾̈́͐͂̋̌͌́͊̾͋̎give me my daughter..." the red haired woman said calmly but in a worried tone. She had just given birth to two children, one girl, one boy. They both had black hair like their dad and bright red eyes like their mom. They had a light peach colored skin tone, which also came from their mother. Even though the two looked exactly alike, the girl was smaller than her older brother. They were about 6 minutes apart.
The scared mother, with her son in her arms, looked up at her ex-husband H̵̛̛̰̞̤͉͓̟̣̥̝̥̳̱̠̫̥͈͕͉͕̖̬͑͗̏̔͆́̓̂͌̿̿̓̈́͐̋̈̎͆̀̓̿͂̈́̂̽̈̒͐͊̀̒̀̌̃͒̉̃̆͆͆̂̿̒̋̄̇̄͋̍̆̑͒͐̒̋̆̒̊͆͂̚̕͜͝͝͝͠͝a̸̡̢̢̛̟̥͓͍̲̰͍̥̩̞͕̮̬͖͕͖̭̫̺̯̘̼̺̮͇̰̯͉͉̝̭̺͓͈̓̈́͗͂͌͒̾̇͑̾̂̓̄̍͌͒̑̿̈́͋̅͌̈́͂͗̾̈͛͊̇̈́̔͆͗́̉̓̀͛̐̿́̌̉͂̐̍̕̚̚͜͝͝͝ͅc̷̨̧̧̧̬̗̠̠̙̝̼̼͕̠̯̩̣̦̗̟̠̥̝̩̼͚̜̞͔̬̟͖̬̩̲̖̝͎̠͇͍͔͚̱̫̲͙͍̣̞̜͎̤̤̣̋̏͆̏̆͆̏̑͐̍̑̐͘͜͜ͅͅh̶̨̢̢̛̛͔̦̬̦͔̯̤̣̞̮̹̫̜̪̺̰̹̗͂̀̂̆̿̽̋̅͗̉̿͗̌̆͂̅͗̆̔͆̐̈́̾͒͌̈́̃̀̋̏̀̎̆̔̔̍̔́͊̏̀͐̽̈́̒̿̒͛̐̀̀̀͐̏͒́͛͌͆̍͗͗͗̌̏̒̌̚̕͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠ḯ̵̧̪̻̲̞̜̑̑̉͊ ̸̡̨̧̛̝͉̤̫̪̭͕̼͖̩̱͉̬̥̬͉͉͍͎͕̟͙͚̻͖̮͙̫̬̲̝̪̳̯́͌̈́̐͊̋̀̈̋̉̋͆̃̽͒̃͐̈̇͌̌͋̏͋̅́̓̿̾̔̐́͘̕͜͜͠͠͝͠͝ͅ Y̷̡̡̢̡̭̦̪̗̙̥̺̘̦͕̝̼̬̝̘͈͕̩̘̝͍͙̠̲͔̤̯̝͆̽́̃̉͐̍̀́̂̾̈͋̑͛̑̿͛̾̀͂̄͑̌̄̃͊͂̄̍͋̐͘͘͜͜͜͝ư̴̡̧̡̧̛̪͙̩̻͇̭̳͇̥̰̰͓̹̘̲̭̮͈͚͇̬͈͎͕͖͕̭̟̲̖͚̖̦̪̫̦̯̫͍͕͍̖̙̝̱̜͚̫̤̬͍͎͍̖̽̀̂̋̃͊͂͊͊̔̆̎̉̓̉̆̉̄͐̒̈́̾̀̅̊͆̍̐̑̈́͊͘̕͜͝ͅͅṃ̸̢̧̡̢̛̰̭̜̘̜̗͓͙̘̺͔̲̝͎̫̬͈͖̮͉̲̼͈͔͖̾͑͌̓̒̓̄̌̾̈́̈́̃̓̇̈́̂͒͂̉̋̾̇̿̽̃̊̀̈́̀̔͑͒͑́̉̄̊́̏́̀̕̕̕͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅį̸̨̨̢̡̛̛̛̲̘̯̟̮̲̫̻͍̟̺͇̩̩͖̮̼̖͖̯̰̺̭̜͇͈͉̮͙̮͉̟̥̩͙̹̞͔̯͍̟̦̺̣̳͓̲̯̜̝̦͚͉̫̞̣̻͇͍͖̈́͐̀̓͊̏͆͑̈́̈́̆̉̋̽̈́̿̔̈́̂͐̆̀͊͗̍́̌͂̉̍̾͌̀̉̓͛̑͆́̒̀͗̉̋̈́̃̾͆͑̿̍͊̾̽̂̒́̓͗͋̈́̍͑͌̏͂̃͑̽̊͋̈́͆̒̅̂̕̚͘͜͜͠ͅͅ,̶̡̢̧̨̢̨̧̨̧̞̱͖͓͔̼̼͍͚̩̱̰̬͇̱͚͕̫̭̩͎͖͍͈͉͖̭̖̩̞̣̝̜̤̹̝̯̲̲͚̘̫͙̱̤̞̖̜̣͍͉̟̰̤̘̦̝̼͍͔͕̪̼̹̣̹̱̭͈̲̹̈́̽̌͊̈́̀̉͋͑̉́͛̐̈́̇͛̐͌͋̿̏̑̑̆͋̂͊͐͆̋̀́̀̋̂̓̄̈́͌̌̓̈́̀̅̈̋̈́̅̌̋̏̓̀̊̕̕̕͘͘͜͠͝͠͠ ̸̡̧̢̢̞̙̜̳͙̠̫̙̻̦̫̹͉̙̻̺̦̯͈͖͖͚͙̘̙̹̤̦͎̼̒̈́͝ͅͅͅͅ As soon as he came in the hospital room, he grabbed the first baby he saw, which was the tiny,baby girl. The large man held the child as if she were a bomb. The two raven haired beings had somewhat of a staring contest. The girl then started to let out little coo's, as she was beginning to cry.
"I think I'll be k̴̡̧̳̟̮͈̘͈̙̖͔͈̱̹͔͖̱̮̩͇̳̹͇͖̘̜͙̟̈́͜ͅè̵̢͈̰͎̳̫̖̠̺̦̺̜̩̩̺͉͖̯̞̻̞͍́͐͋͊̏̇̎͐́͗̍͌͗̐̀̀̔̈́̓̓̏̾̽̒̄̈́̈́̏̎͂̎̐̿̽̐̓́̄̔̀́͘̕̚͘͘͠͠͠ͅȩ̵̡̛̛̳̬͕̰͈̯͉̭̝̻̟̱̺̞̣̐͗̆̃̏̀͗͒͌̀͊̊̈́̎͋̔̽̌̈́̾̇̓͛̽̒̊̄̇͐̾͊̈́͒̓̋̒̀͛̓̒̄̿͂̋͛͊̾̐͋͆͂̃̊̒̀̍̂̊̄͐̈̌͊̽̈͐̕͘͘̕͝͠͠͝ͅp̸̡̡̧̛͖͈̬̰̰̳͖͉̼̹̬͔͙̼̟͔̦͕̥͓͔̀̌̽̉͋̃͌̈́̀͛͆̆̎̓́͂͛͐̇͌͋̽̾͌́̃́̆͊͗̌̄͊̃͒̒̆̈́̑̀̕̕͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅi̸̢̧̨̨̧̨̛̛̜̘̮̖̻̜̭͉̞̝̺̪̩̭͉̻̮͖͓̪͕͈͚̣̤̻̤̭͓̳̲̘̼̝͓͈̝̞̠̞̺͕̝̹̙̬͗̒͊̉̓̃̐̀͌̅̐͌̽̔̾̃͒̅̓͊̏͊̈̽̎̌̆̈́̈́͂̊̈́͘̕͝ͅn̷̨̧̡̧̢̨̡̧̜̗̗̝͉͈̞̻̯̩̜͎͙̫̞̻̠͔͔̭̼̜̱̙͖̖͚̪̦̟͉͕͚̫̠̮̗̹͈͇̜̟̫̞̉͌͜͜ͅg̷̙̪͔͈͖̩͙̗̮̱͖͖͉͆̉́ ̸̨̡̡̡̛̪͎͓̥̼̺͔͓̯͔̖͇̠͖͉̝͍͍̥̦̮͈̻̩͉̎̄̒̾̃̈̈́̈͂̂̓̌̈̓̌̆͊̎̓͂̾̆̽̇͂͌̇̈́̈́͊̃̄̉̍͂̈́̾̊̌͗͗̀̏͊̑͘̕̕̕͝͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅt̷̡̡̢̡̨̡̡̛̟̯̰̻͔̲͉̟̯͈̲̩͔̠̱̼̳̙̭̰̘͉̲̪̣̙͖̟͕͈̫͓̯̤̙̝̼̝̺̮̹̘̩͓͓͙̟̩̗̜̰͇̘̟̬̟̜͍͙͕̞̣̳͎̺̯̪̙͎͓̗͓̱ͅͅͅh̵̡̛̭̹͍̣̘͉̦͕̲̯͔̳̘͈̯͗̿͋̑̓̍̿́͆̍͐ͅͅỉ̴̡̡̨̧̨̨̨̨͈̟͇͕̜̤̲̺̣͙͍̯̰͈̹̮̻͇͙͉̘͕̤̠̰̙̖̖̻̗͕̞̭̥̹͕̫̫̳̺̟̫̖̹̤̥̋͂͊̐͋͌̔͐̀̀̿͒̕͘͘̕͜͜ͅͅs̴̨̧̢̨̡̛͍̣̻̦̹̗̻̝̫͉̳͚͚͉̘̭̼͖̞̳̗͉̠̰̖̖͈̲̱͙̠͉̭̫̤̲͙͈͍̼̪̬̜͎͔̗̘̮̫̣͖̱͖̘͍̫̙̤͉̰̠̓̍̿̔̅̀̌̿̃͗͛͐̄̿̄̾͋́̄́͌̅́̔͗̐̈̆̅͆̾̎̿͐͌͑̓̒̾̃́̌̅͒͛́͋̊́͂̎͛̕̚͜͝͠͝͝͝͠͝ͅ ̶̧̨̛̛͈͍̖̙̟͖͍͙̦̘̰͙͔̽̀͆͆̊̽̐̌̋̔̈͒̏͒̈̾̈͋̈́͐̍̂̂̾̀̀̋̇͊́̆̋̓̊̏͘̕̕͝ͅó̶͇͈͗͊̂̉̃͆̒͛̽͋̑̓̑̒́̋͆̊̍̋͛̓̏̍̅̇̌̈́̄̅̐̿̃̍̿̎͘͝ͅn̸̢̡̧̡̧̛͕͖̣̲̬̘̺̠̬̘̺̩̦̬̥̘̥͎̭̯̹̥͉̤̼̺͚̪̖̭̘̟̫̳̙͍̓́͊̃̿́̅̃̂̅̏̉̾̋͗́̅̈́̇̈́͋̔̆́̉̈̔̂͌͆̀̂͊͛̎͌̌̀͒̓̈́̐̔̃̈́̒̈́͒̏͊͒̒͒̽̀̃̆̆̏̐̾́̀̔̾̿̽̑̕̚͘͘͘̕͘͜͜͠͠͝ȅ̷̡̢̢̡̲̖̺͉͈̝̹̜̠͕͎̬̹̙̫̹̩͎̲̦̹̗͔̼͓̣̘̣͚͓͖̪̳̤̙̤̠̹͖̤̼̣̩͚̙̱̗͉̳͔̬̫͕̰̖͖̺̼̥̔̾̾̎̊̌̋̒͛͐͋͊͐́̒̏̓̂̍͐͛̿͗̅̉͂͐̒̓̕̕͘̚̕͜͠ͅͅ ̷̧̨̧̨̨̡̧̛̥̝̣͉̲̳͇͇̭̝͙̭͈̳̰̳̣͚̥̩̭͙͈̹̦̠͕̬͔̥̱̫͍̟̲̼̣̹̯̱̠̟͖̞͉̘̫̙̥̞̗̪̤̋̆͆̅͆̈̓͊̑̓͆͜͝ͅͅẢ̴̢̛̖̬̗̜̦̻̹̱̗̤̪̱̟͕̰̺̩͕̤̻̱͉͍̹̘̘̜͈͚̖̞̫̼̪̫͕̩̙͔͚̖̦̤̐͛͐̍̽̋̄́͛͒̌̆̇̋̔̾́͑̋̐̅̈́͋͆̐̂͌̾̉̏͌̉̇́̍͘̚̚͘͜͜͠͝͝͠ķ̸̧̧̛̝͔̜̰̞͖̼͍̻̫͔͈̙̜̞͖̞͈̼͈̝̝̲̟͙̭̲̺̺͋̔̄̈́̾̈́̆̎͋͋̄͛̓̌̈́͊͘͜͜͝à̵̧̨̧̝̗̯̦͚̳͈͕͎̲̹̱̙̤͓̰͈̱̰͙̫͕͉̜̰͉͍̙̲̩̪̭̜̭͚̳̀̆̓͂͒̅̂̈́̓̇̈́͗͌̿̊͛̆̒̑̓̈́͆̿͆̒̓̈́̕͜͝͝͝ͅn̴̝͔̣̮̱̟̜͎̝̹̲̙̱̺͎͚̭̪͍̞͓̞̣̪̔͊͛͝ͅͅę̴̨̡̧̡̧̨̨̛͓̩̘͖̙̤̮͇͔̖̹̲̙̻̤̜̩̟͙̻̘̮͎̖̦̝̻̹̰̻̰̠̺̙͍̩̖̯̰̠͉̆̐̍̂͂͌́͗̂̍͘͜ͅ", said the brown eyed man, his eyes not leaving the child. Ả̴̢̛̖̬̗̜̦̻̹̱̗̤̪̱̟͕̰̺̩͕̤̻̱͉͍̹̘̘̜͈͚̖̞̫̼̪̫͕̩̙͔͚̖̦̤̐͛͐̍̽̋̄́͛͒̌̆̇̋̔̾́͑̋̐̅̈́͋͆̐̂͌̾̉̏͌̉̇́̍͘̚̚͘͜͜͠͝͝͠ķ̸̧̧̛̝͔̜̰̞͖̼͍̻̫͔͈̙̜̞͖̞͈̼͈̝̝̲̟͙̭̲̺̺͋̔̄̈́̾̈́̆̎͋͋̄͛̓̌̈́͊͘͜͜͝à̵̧̨̧̝̗̯̦͚̳͈͕͎̲̹̱̙̤͓̰͈̱̰͙̫͕͉̜̰͉͍̙̲̩̪̭̜̭͚̳̀̆̓͂͒̅̂̈́̓̇̈́͗͌̿̊͛̆̒̑̓̈́͆̿͆̒̓̈́̕͜͝͝͝ͅn̴̝͔̣̮̱̟̜͎̝̹̲̙̱̺͎͚̭̪͍̞͓̞̣̪̔͊͛͝ͅͅę̴̨̡̧̡̧̨̨̛͓̩̘͖̙̤̮͇͔̖̹̲̙̻̤̜̩̟͙̻̘̮͎̖̦̝̻̹̰̻̰̠̺̙͍̩̖̯̰̠͉̆̐̍̂͂͌́͗̂̍͘͜ͅ'̸̡̨̢̢̧̛̯̲̪̙̝͈̼̲̲̩̙̩̠̗̘̮̙̬̥̻͍̗̬̳̩͇̤̩̗̜͖͚̟͎̖͇̻̝̩͕̦̲͉͙̓̋͂̆̏̏̋̐͗͋̅̉͋͌̅̀̈̿̇͛̀͂̀̓̃̎̋̈́̂͒̿͘̕̕̚̚͜͠͝͝ͅś̶̡̨̢̢̱̹͖̘̞̜̰͇̭̫̟̙͙̬͕͖̣͚̩̘̺̝̫̞̦̜̯̗̰̠̟̲̓͆͛͐̈́̊̔̒̔̀̀͆͆͌͋͒̕̕ͅͅͅ ̸̧̱̻̼̬̥͍̼̜͖̩͙̗͓̻̪̹̬̮̩̖͍͑͛̈́̑̑̀̑̌̃̏̾̈́̊͛̍͋͆͌̔͜͝͝͝ͅb̷̛̭̣̬͉̍͐̈́̑̏̌͗̈́̆͆̃̅͑̊͒̆̎̿͛̽̌̎̊͑́̈́͒̒̿̈̄̕͘̕̕͘͝͠͝͠͝͝ŗ̴̛̛̹̭̞̪̱̟̦̞̼̱̱̙͉̱̤̹̦̪̞̱̠̳̥͎͍̩̌̏̒̐͐̀̎̈́̍̈͒̀̉͒̀̿̎̀͌́͌͂̽́͗͘͘͜͠͠͝͠ͅi̵̛̯̰̬̻̻̊͐̈͊̉͝ģ̸̡̛̦̺̮̦͙̞͈̦͈͈̖̻̩͉̙̺̻̘̠͕͎̮̣̻̜̯͇̬̱̣́̉͋̂͛̍̈̍̄̓̊̇̿̈̈́̕͘͘͜͝ͅht red orbs widened, realizing that this man was about to take her daughter. In her mind, it wasn't fair that the docters even let someone like him into the hospital. The two adults had gotten divorced about 7 months ago, the same month they found out that Ả̴̢̛̖̬̗̜̦̻̹̱̗̤̪̱̟͕̰̺̩͕̤̻̱͉͍̹̘̘̜͈͚̖̞̫̼̪̫͕̩̙͔͚̖̦̤̐͛͐̍̽̋̄́͛͒̌̆̇̋̔̾́͑̋̐̅̈́͋͆̐̂͌̾̉̏͌̉̇́̍͘̚̚͘͜͜͠͝͝͠ķ̸̧̧̛̝͔̜̰̞͖̼͍̻̫͔͈̙̜̞͖̞͈̼͈̝̝̲̟͙̭̲̺̺͋̔̄̈́̾̈́̆̎͋͋̄͛̓̌̈́͊͘͜͜͝à̵̧̨̧̝̗̯̦͚̳͈͕͎̲̹̱̙̤͓̰͈̱̰͙̫͕͉̜̰͉͍̙̲̩̪̭̜̭͚̳̀̆̓͂͒̅̂̈́̓̇̈́͗͌̿̊͛̆̒̑̓̈́͆̿͆̒̓̈́̕͜͝͝͝ͅn̴̝͔̣̮̱̟̜͎̝̹̲̙̱̺͎͚̭̪͍̞͓̞̣̪̔͊͛͝ͅͅę̴̨̡̧̡̧̨̨̛͓̩̘͖̙̤̮͇͔̖̹̲̙̻̤̜̩̟͙̻̘̮͎̖̦̝̻̹̰̻̰̠̺̙͍̩̖̯̰̠͉̆̐̍̂͂͌́͗̂̍͘͜ͅ was pregnant. H̸̢̨̨̘̠̼̪̱̪͎̟͈̭̼͚͖͎̼̥̼̩̯̥̰̤̮͎̠͖͖̅̑̋̆̅́̂͑̅̍͑́̈́̎̈́̄̂̾̈́̎͆̏̃̎͋̃͂͊̊̋̑͘͘͘̚̚͘̚͝͠͠͠͝͝à̴̢̛̛̛̱̝̗͙͇̦̪̰̞̜̟͇̫͉͐͆̀̋̌͆̍̂̋̇̀̊̎͆̀̈́̃̓̐̄̓͆̔̿̅̓̆̈́͐̒̌̌̓̀̎̉̿̄̅͊̏̏͗̿̇̕̕͝͠c̸̛̛̜͓͍͍̩̫͎̹̖̤̼͎̰̼̯̋̏͊͑̏̑͗͆̾͆̇̈́̄͌̌͋̄̈́́͆̃̌̃̉̐̔̾͂͋̔̿̍͐̕h̵̢̢̧̨̢͈̬͖̬͇͚̫̘̣͉̲̳̣͓̦̖̝̲͕̰͎̭͈̲̟̝̱͈̰͙̝̯̪̦̲̮͓͓̭̔̅̋̍͒̕͜͜i̷̡͙͖̠͑̓͐͝ decided that he didn't want anything to do with the kid. Seems like he changed his mind though..As H̸̢̨̨̘̠̼̪̱̪͎̟͈̭̼͚͖͎̼̥̼̩̯̥̰̤̮͎̠͖͖̅̑̋̆̅́̂͑̅̍͑́̈́̎̈́̄̂̾̈́̎͆̏̃̎͋̃͂͊̊̋̑͘͘͘̚̚͘̚͝͠͠͠͝͝à̴̢̛̛̛̱̝̗͙͇̦̪̰̞̜̟͇̫͉͐͆̀̋̌͆̍̂̋̇̀̊̎͆̀̈́̃̓̐̄̓͆̔̿̅̓̆̈́͐̒̌̌̓̀̎̉̿̄̅͊̏̏͗̿̇̕̕͝͠c̸̛̛̜͓͍͍̩̫͎̹̖̤̼͎̰̼̯̋̏͊͑̏̑͗͆̾͆̇̈́̄͌̌͋̄̈́́͆̃̌̃̉̐̔̾͂͋̔̿̍͐̕h̵̢̢̧̨̢͈̬͖̬͇͚̫̘̣͉̲̳̣͓̦̖̝̲͕̰͎̭͈̲̟̝̱͈̰͙̝̯̪̦̲̮͓͓̭̔̅̋̍͒̕͜͜i̷̡͙͖̠͑̓͐͝ turned towards the door, the red-head reached for the nurse button, knowing that if she tried to persuade the tall being it wouldn't do much good. Before she could even reach the button, H̸̢̨̨̘̠̼̪̱̪͎̟͈̭̼͚͖͎̼̥̼̩̯̥̰̤̮͎̠͖͖̅̑̋̆̅́̂͑̅̍͑́̈́̎̈́̄̂̾̈́̎͆̏̃̎͋̃͂͊̊̋̑͘͘͘̚̚͘̚͝͠͠͠͝͝à̴̢̛̛̛̱̝̗͙͇̦̪̰̞̜̟͇̫͉͐͆̀̋̌͆̍̂̋̇̀̊̎͆̀̈́̃̓̐̄̓͆̔̿̅̓̆̈́͐̒̌̌̓̀̎̉̿̄̅͊̏̏͗̿̇̕̕͝͠c̸̛̛̜͓͍͍̩̫͎̹̖̤̼͎̰̼̯̋̏͊͑̏̑͗͆̾͆̇̈́̄͌̌͋̄̈́́͆̃̌̃̉̐̔̾͂͋̔̿̍͐̕h̵̢̢̧̨̢͈̬͖̬͇͚̫̘̣͉̲̳̣͓̦̖̝̲͕̰͎̭͈̲̟̝̱͈̰͙̝̯̪̦̲̮͓͓̭̔̅̋̍͒̕͜͜i̷̡͙͖̠͑̓͐͝ was out the door...with her daughter. Tears welled up in her eyes as she held her eyes as she held her son.
"I̵̧̢̗͙̥̭͇̙͎̤͎͈̱͎̩̩͕̳͈͇̟̩̺̜̦̰̟͎̖̩̠̪͖͖̪̭͓̱͎͙͎̣̦̯̥̩̮͓͍̺̺̫̦̙̰̪̲͓͉̼̎͆̅͛̇̀͛̔̉̄̃͐̀́̎̿̔̈́̈́̑̓͜͜͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅ ̴̧̹͍͕̠̰̜̟̘̩̫̩͎̗̙͇̘͈͍̰̜̱̰̦̳̫̠̀̓̈́͊̓̓͌̃̌̈̃́̇̍̍͐̏̈́́̃̽̅̈́̏̓̂͊̈́͋̐̾̈́̒̐͌͂͒̚͘͜͝͠͝͝͝ͅd̴̡̨̨̢̢̡̛͍̲̲̜̣̤̹͙̙͔͎̱̦̯̖̩̻͉͉̲̻̳̲̲̙̜̙̘̠͇̭̺̪̥̪̜̘̤̼͚̻͕̰̤̻̞̜̟̯͉͓̯͖̬̖̞̲̳̠̲̟̣̥͕̙͉͖͂̿̂̇̔͆̌̊́͆͂̽̃̐̔̀̇̌̓̈̆͒͂̎̀͛͋̾͑̌͊̋̾̓̑͌͊̾̐̐͐̆̄͒̍̑͋̔͑̂͆͐̌̋͆̃͂͐̕͘͘̚̕͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅį̴̧̧̡̩̠͓̮̠̻̖̥̝̲̝͉͕̰͇͇̩̞͈͖̱̳̼̞͚͍̹̬̼̠͉͔̭̻̪̟͉̥̗̭̺̳͙͇͒̋̄͗̒̊̈́ͅḑ̷̨̡̡̡̨̛̛̛̛̛̦͙̬͇̟͙̘͚̺̩̩̟͕͉̣͍͍̬͕̼̜̬̠͎͍͈̜͙͚̦̹͉̮̥͉̰̤̣̤̭̠͍͍̙̤̃̾̏͊̏̋̑͐͐̆̈́̽̋̒̉͗͋̆̈̂͐̈͋͂̃́̅̓̈́̈́͋̌̈́̏̆̽̈́̑̅̽͂̏̈͐̋͌̿̀̀̾̚̕̚̕͜͜͜͠ͅͅn̴̨̢̧͇͓̗͎͉̙̳̱̹̱̗̭̠͚̯̮̥͚͖̺̺̼̜̜̟̖͈̞̭͙̝̟͐̏̒̃͒̐̈́͋̈́̽͐̾̇͋͛̐́̍̚͝͠͠'̸̢̡̡̨̡̨̢̢̣͈̖̱̳̫͖͔̣̩̞̗̜̱̳̖̰̣̤̩̞̠̞̘͙̟̟̪̗̣̫͉̣̮̰̮̙̰̬͇̤̬̻̤̤̼͙̹̳̠̙͖̰̣̰̥̬̫͎͉̖̟͕̰̻̫͎̹̲̹̜̥̙̪̉̃̏̾̓̓̇́͐̃̒̎͛̅̈̆̎̑̆̈̓͐̌͛̐̊̆͋͑̀̋̔̑͊̆̇̅͌͊̇̂̔̈́̽̓̉͑͒̑̆͆̓͗̚̕̕͘͘̚͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅẗ̵̢̡̨̢̼̣̱̙̫͙͓͔͓̹̱͈̭͚̲͓̭̰̙̭̯̗͉̣̪̰͇̮̜͓̙̬͍̞̯͇̰̤̖͓͙̠̞̻̮̬̼̝̪̮́̃̔̓͆̀͐̌̓͛̌̆͗̑̀̎͗̈̎̉͑͐̓̇̽̍̇͒́͐̿̑̂͊̿́̆̓̑͋̓̆̕̕͘̕̚̕͝͝ͅͅ ̴̢̧̧̧̡̨̛̛̗̞̹̠̹̝̳͇͙͔͙͎̫̺̦̜̳͙̯̫̰͈̜̳̫͔̼̘͚̱̼̰̯͍͓͎̜̥͉̳̰̜̦̳͕̬̞̭͔̳̩̥̞̯̮͍̖̆͌̍̊͌͑͆̂͑͗͐̏̓͌͗͂̋̈́̇͒̃̔̆̾͐̒̓̀͆́̃̽́͌̈͒̏̋͌͋̀̃͑͂̅̄͌͑̐͑̂͑̇͆̃͆̒̊̏̃̄̍̆̈́̄̑̀̒̀̕̕̚̚̚̕̚͜͠͠͝͝͠͠͠ę̶̡̡̡̡̛̩̖̪͙͍̝͉͔͎͉̣̰͓̮̲͎̬̪͎̝͈̺̟͉̯̙̘̝͚͙͔͈̰̭̺̞̟͈̱̪͕͍̝̤̺̺̳̱̦̪̼̥̱̤̳͍̤̤̜͇͈̖̣̮͓̺̜̣̠̳̲͉̜̲̖̻̙̒̇͌̎͐̇̄͊͗̒̾̋͘̕͜͠ͅv̷̧̢̧̨̢̨̡̛̟̥͎̼̖̻̼̬͉̘̘̙̻̹͖̗̗͙̠̞͎̱̟̬͉̫̰̫̝̮̪̫͍̳̳̮̖̤̬̱͇͍̳̙͕͖̣̣̜̍̿̀̽̓̿̀̈͗̏̊̑̀̌̏̑͑̋͊̋̿̾̍̒̀͊͐́̒̈́̈̓̂̇̽̌̐̋̈́̋̌̒̇̀͐̿̈́͐͛̈́̀̿̃̔̎͂̉̀̃͂̐̔͑̓̈́̀͌̅̾̀̽́̊̉̌̀̕͘̕͘͝͝͝ͅͅȩ̸̨̢̡̺̲̜̹̣̺͕͉̘̱̥̩̭̭̪̮̼̘͙̻͍̰͕̙̜̙̪̯̦͈̞̲̣͈̲̫͈̳̙̭̱̻̠̠̙̭̠̪̓̓̈́̊̐̌̈́̎̋̈́̈́̚͜͜͜ͅń̸̢̳̖̭̻̖̗̙̹̰͇͎̞̟͖̪͙̀̓͗͑̀̽̀̀̈́̀͋̉̽̀̊̊̏͑̃͗͛͒̊̈̈́̀̂̽̂͂̍͒̕̚͜͜͜͝͝͝ ̵̨̛͇͔̩̮͙̥̘̯̠̲̦͉̹̐̈̆̂̊͌̈́̇͌̑̒͐̿͑́̓̃̔̇̌̈́̆͑̀̆͒̈́̆͛̐͌̎͛̌͊͋̅̚̕͘̕͘͜͠͝͝͠ͅg̴̺͇̤̑̐̋̌͒̇́̀̃̉̍̎̃͝ȅ̶̛̛̞̫͈̠̑͊̒̊̇͗̈́̄̊̅̑͋̃̂͑̐͑̅̿̃̇̋͛̃̐́̈́̒̊̾̽̈́̆̎͐͑̕͘͘̚͝t̸̡̧̢̨̨̛̼͈͓̞̥͈͖͔̱͉̣̥̫̭̦͚̯̜̠̙̗̞̪̣̤̖̲̹̣̘͇̖͍̤̦̤̞̼̰̺͙̱̞̘̯͉̘̰̫̮͇͎̣͙̙̟̲̤͓̹̦͎̽͆̏̉͑͌̾͗̇̈́̄͐̿̔͆̃̿̈́̍̋͌̽̏̐̊̐͑̈́́͛͜͝͠͠͝ͅͅ ̴̡̡̡̢̛̛͓̘̘̹͙̫͚̻͚̪̗̭͎̻̞̰̯͚̠̞̘̞̹̼̜͕͉͎̟̜̟͙̲̩̥͖͇̼̞̼͓̭̞̘͚̝̠̯̫̪̤̩͔̣̖̭͍̩͔̙̫̻͇͎̟͎͍̣̐̈̂̉̈́̽̈́̐̐̈́̋̈́͑́̈́̏͗͗̈́͆̅̆̅̆̑̑̈́̕̕̕͝͝͝ͅͅͅt̶̨̡̧̧̨̧̛̛̛̠̞͉̤̙̮̩̳͈̣̠̲͎̘̯̮̮̲͎̙̫̗͔̝̠̗̹͉͎̙̱̣̲̤͎̙͉̰̯̯̺̱̫̻̜͔̗͈͎̬͕͎̰̻̪̪̳͖̱̦̗̤̰͙̫̤͖̫̤̤͉͚͂̇̈́͗̃̍͗̊̌̽̑̅͐́̒̈́̎̾̄̈̃͗̐͒̽̓̒͑͋̈͆̍̑͗͌͒͊̀͗̓̇̾̀͗́͊͂̊̉̎̏̀͒́̉̈́͋͌̋́̾͆̆͛͛̄͛͘̚̚͘̚͘̕̚̕͜͝͝͝͝͝ͅơ̴̢̹̰͕͍̼͖̙͔͙̪͔̪̥͓̬̞̟͉̲̐̉̐̆̋̎̈͌̄̆̌̊̀̅̈́̓̉͛̅͒̃̇̄̉͆̔̍̀͋͛̂̐̈́̀̈͐͛͋̀͜͝͠͠͝ͅ ̷̡̨̢̢̨̟̖̯͍̭̤͉͇̱̰̬͓̦͎̤̘͈͓̰̗͍͖͖̮͚͎͇̆̔̐̂̓͛́̊̎͐̂̇̀͂̏̐̈́̓͊͆͐͂̕̚̚̕͜͝͠͝ņ̸̧̡̧̛̛̥̠̩̠̭̯̘̫̰͓͕̭̮͚̼̭͕̼̖̣̮̞͍̜̹͖̟̼͙͕̦̯̙̯̻͖̩͓̼̘̱͉̫͔̺̫͛̉̂̂̀̈͐̄̀̏͌̏̉͑̉̇̐͐̈̈́̌̎̏̑̇͛͊̓̐͆̿̒̇̄̓̿̿̃̊̃̉́͌̈̈͒̌͌͌͂̓̑̌́̀̔̿̊̊̄͛̓̌̇̏̆̍̓̐͑̎̕̕͘̕͘͜͜͜͜͝͠͠͠ͅͅa̷̧̧̛̛̛͚̱͉̭̩̯̺̦͊̈́̋̍̾͌̏̿̐̇͆̀͑̀͆́̀̆̽͑̈́͝͝m̸̧̧̡̢̧̢̡̧̛͓͎̬̹͇͓̱̱͎͖̙̙̩̼̻̮̭̩͉̗̩̖̩͇͙̯̟͓̥͇̭̱̳̣̺͙͇̼̥͍̹̗̤̺̘̰̗̯̰̟̝̫͉͎̿͗̎̓͆͂͗̓̓͛̐̚͜͜ͅé̸̡̨̛̛̛̪̱̯͈̜̖̘̲̳̲̈́̍̓̃̿̅̀̅́̾̂̃͊̽̈́̉́̓̈̍̎̉̓̓͋̒́͌́́̄͂̓̒̑̋̂̌͒̐̔͛̇̆͐͝͝͝ ̶̧̧̨̡̢̛̛̛̣̗̤̥̙͎̜̩̦̼̪̙̲̙͔͎̼̗̰͙̞̻̺̪̯̱̖͎̯͔͇̣͕͔̳̺͎̯̬͔͍̎̿́͒͌́͊͆͌̃͌͆̏̽̓͗̅̔͂̎́̍̐̎͌̀́̕̕͝͝ḧ̸̡̨̨̛̛̛̛͉͓̯̘̳̭̼̩̭̥͎̥̩̪͔̝͕̯̯͎̈́̓̍́͂̈̈̅̌͋́̿̇͆͑̄͑͛̀͒̓̈́̍̈́̈́͗̒́̀̿͂̈́̃̈́̐͒̅̅̏̔̋̀́̈́͗̃̍͑̋̄̾̓̿͌̔̈́̀̃̎͘̕̕͝͠͠͝ë̶̢̡̢̫̥̩̩̤̟͕̜͉͚̭̺̼̦̝̺̘͔̝̻̯̟̥̫̻͈̣̟͇̲̲̙͎̙͓̭͚̯͎́͛̄̉͐̆͋͆͗̅̆́͌͘ṙ̸̬͖̖͎̙̆͛͛̄͒̃̿̾̐̇̾̂̈͛͆̃͛́́̐͑̀͊̇͊̑͊̐̎̀̄̇̊̔̈͒͌̔̀̐̕ ̸̨̨̡͖̻̖̞̖̱̗̞͓̹̣̳͔͎̻̄̃̌̇͒̇͂ͅȳ̴̧̨̧̡̢̛̛̳͇̙͉̻͎͎̞͕̖̝̩̻̝͓̭̦̰̫̘̥͉̭̞̝̘̦̙̣̖̰̠͓̩̬̘̹̲̹̼̖͕̘̼̦͈̹̱͙̤̺̱̓͒̄̿̋̊̃̈̑̈́̈́͗̔͊͂̈́̈́̿̋̿͐̍̉̾͋̾́̉̏̊̌̄̔͋́͋̊̈̔̔͆̃͒͊̅͒̓͂̀̌́͑͆̎͆͊͘͜͠͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅę̵̢̢̨̨̡̨̛͔̭̭̜͖̪̝͍̲͉̘͔̞͚͖̰͈̯͔͈̙̝̻̘̘̼̜̝̫̜͉̮̩̻̗̯̻̻͕̲͔͍̒̆̅͛̈́̈́̐͊͆͒̂̐̓̅̇̓̽̑̋̃̆̒̎̓̏͑̍͊͗́́͌̈́̒͊̇̇̀͋̋̅̇͛̌̑̄̐̉̂͋́͊̔̚̕͜͝͠͝͠͝͠ͅt̴̛͈̝͔̜̗̟̻̱͔͚̣̩̞͙̦̜͕̂͆͆̐̒̇̌̿̈̆̓́͌̓̓͊̊́̍͆̍͆͆̃͊̈́̀͒́̀̾̆͛̿̀̿̈́̓̌̈́͋̎̂̃̋̏́̓̃̓͊̔͑̋̅͑̋́̔͐̌̓̑̓̒̚̕̚͘͘̚̚͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͠ͅ.̷̛̛̛̛̛̱̯̄̏́͒͆̎̎́̾͑̏͌̒̽̂͊͋̃̌̔͑̐̒̆̍̆̒̏̎̌̈́͌̂͂̄͊͐̑̑̾̐͛͋́̊̊͗̈́̆̎͊̔̊̂͑͛͂́́͊̈́͘̚͘̚͝͝͝͠͠͠.̶̢̼̝̺̣̰͈̲͔̞͓̼̽͊̓̇̈́͌̉̎̑̈̆̃͆̔̍̾͛͂̅̆͂̋̓́̀͜͝͝͝͠"
☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️
Suddenly, a loud bang interrupted the young girl's sleeping state. As she opened her eyes, she noticed that she fell off of her bed. Knowing exactly how she got there, she sat up annoyed.
'Good morning sunshine', a voice, that sounded just like the girl, spoke. To Akuma, this was a daily routine. However if a normal everyday person woke up on the floor because of voice in their head, they'd be scared out of their mind. Akuma had been hearing that voice for so long, she thought of it as an inner roommate.
'Couldn't have thought of a better way to wake me up?'
'I did think of throwing you out the window, but then we'd be....ya know'
'Yeah..'
As the conversation had ended, Akuma got up and looked at the clock, which read '7:02'. Since she was supposed to be awake a couple minutes ago, she hurried her way into the bathroom that was connected to her room. After a quick shower, she threw on a towel and went back in her room.
Akuma walked over to her dresser to get her school uniform. As she opened the drawer, she noticed a folded sheet of paper. Not paying any attention to the thin piece of paper, she found her uniform. Akuma let her long, black locks out of the ponytail they were in and let them fall down her back. She then slipped on the white and black uniform, along with a pair of long black socks. Akuma attended Mustafa Private Middle School, a school that was horrible but better than her own home. If everyone wasn't a jerk who thinks they're better than everyone on the face of this earth, than she would love the school.
Akuma has two best friends that were an exception though. Mina Ashido, one of these friends, was very enthusiastic about everything that crossed her path, except for a few things here and there. Her pink skin and hair complemented her happy-go-lucky personality. Mina earned herself the nickname Alien Queen from Akuma because in her (Akuma's) eyes, what part of Mina didn't make her a queen. Her other best friend was Eijirou Kirishima. Kirishima was a little shy but he always talked about how he wanted to be just like the chivalrous hero: Crimson Riot. The boy had short black hair and a crimson eye color. At the top of his right eye, he has a tiny scar that he got when his quirk had developed. Akuma has always seen him as the cutest bean she has ever met, being that him and Mina were the only people she can conversate with.
As Akuma walked out of the door of her room, she grabbed her book bag and phone off of her desk. She, as quietly as she could, walked down the stairs of her house.'
Hopefully he got drunk last night and is still sleeping'
'If not we'll just have to make a run for the door'
When Akuma reached the fourth to last step she looked across the living room. Just as she hoped, her father had gotten drunk and was passed out on the couch. Bear bottles were all over the floor and the smell of alcohol flooded her nose. Gagging a bit, she held her nose and walked down the remaining steps. Akuma crept past the sleeping figure, trying not to wake him up. She stepped over all the bottles and cans that were in her path to the door. Suddenly, a loud groan erupted through the room. As soon as the noise reached Akuma's ears, her red orbs darted across the living room.The large black haired man was slowly waking up, a glint of his brown eyes being seen across the room. The red-eyed girl then bolted towards the door in panic, not wanting to have the man's anger taken out on her. When she finally got outside on the sidewalk, she eased her posture a little. Looking at the front door to see if her so called "father" would come out, she let out a sigh of relief when he didn't. She then started to make her way to school.
'That was to close for comfort'
'Like I didn't know that' Akuma rolled her eyes in annoyance to the voice. Which reminded her...'
Anyway idiot,....what was that dream for any way? Everything was blurry and I couldn't hear what anyone was saying?'
'Wow, so you think you can all me an idiot and and I won't get offended by it.'
'I don't give a shit if you weren't offended, answer the damn question.'
'The answer to you're question is for you to find out. You have a lot of knowledge so don't say you can't do it.'
'....Screw you'
As Akuma kept walking, she thought about what the dream was and why the voice showed it to her. She couldn't help but wonder if it was about her or if it could help her situation in a way. Akuma never knew much about herself except the fact that she lives with a bastard who calls himself a good person, she has outstanding grades, and she only has two people to talk to. But then again, she does have voice in her head that's part of her quirk that she can communicate with. This voice, however, isn't what anyone would call normal. This voice can take over Akuma's body and do whatever it wants, it can create a body for itself outside of Akuma's, and it can communicate with other people through telepathy. No one knows that this voice exist except for Akuma though.
As Akuma's thoughts kept running wild, she finally arrived at school. As she entered the building, she could already feel the harsh glares, but she ignored them. The black haired girl made her way to her locker, passing a few other classes. The school wasn't very big but she didn't mind. Reaching her destination she started to put in the combination to her lock.
'8'
'18'
'2..'
Suddenly, Akuma was pushed towards the locker. Out of reflex, she teleported herself behind the culprit using her quirk, still landing on the floor. As Akuma looked up from her sitting position on the floor, she saw Haru Akage standing over her with a mischievous grin on his face. His yellow eyes stared daggers at the young girl. His short, brown hair was in it's usual bed-head form. As he looked down at Akuma, other kids started laughing at her, this not being the first time he picked on her.
"Well if it isn't the all to famous Akuma Yumi, the living demon." said the brunette. Akuma looked up at Akage, like he wasn't even there. It was like she was daydreaming. Akage, angered by this, grabbed Akuma by the collar of her uniform. "The only thing you're good for is a punching bag. You're lucky I haven't killed you yet." He started to activate his quirk, Sun Burst, and reached for Akuma's neck instead her collar. Burning the skin on her neck, he looked at her in pure rage. At this point, Akuma's face had already contorted to an expression full of pain.
"Why don't you do every one a favor and kill yourself. That'll be one less villain off of everyone's hands." said the boy, venom dripped of off the tone of his words and voice. "Why don't you put her down before someone else gets hurt Akage..." another voice chimed in. Looking over to the left of the hallway, Akuma saw her friend, Eijirou Kirishima, glaring at Akage in the same rage as Akage glared at her. Akage looked at him with not one trace of fear on his face. Akage's scowl turned into a pleased grin, his grip tightening on Akuma's throat. "Or what?" he said in a daring tone as he heated his quirk even more, forcing a yelp out of Akuma. Kirishima then lunged forward at Akage, causing said boys golden orbs to widen. He dropped Akuma to prepare himself for the raven haired boy's attack. However, he was to late to react when Kirishima's fist connected with his face.
While all this was happening, Akuma was still laying on the floor in agony. The pain wasn't bad to the point of crying, being that she received this treatment everyday. Akuma then heard loud footsteps coming from the other hallway. The hallway had been empty when Kirishima arrived, so Akuma thought it was a teacher. That was until the footsteps stopped and a pink leg could be seen in Akuma's view. The figure crouched down, and turned out to be none other than Mina Ashido.
"Yumi, are you okay?" she asked in concern. "If you count being burned while in a choke hold okay, then yes.." answered the red eyed girl. Akuma looked back up at the to males, who were exchanging blow after blow to one another. Both of them were using their quirks even though it's illegal to use quirks in school.
"Let the suffering begin" Akuma said, loud enough for only her and Mina to hear.
'You said it,' There goes the voice again.
"ALL OF YOU IN MY OFFICE RIGHT NOW!" Now this voice is one that none of the four wanted to hear, Principal Miyake. And this, my friends, is the start to a wonderful morning.
End of Chapter 1
(○'ω'○)
ns 108.162.216.225da2