Hello!
So basically, this is just my other TMM story, TMM rewrite. I'll probably think of a better title for it later on. I wrote this because, well, I hate how the TMM plot goes, especially the end. DIE MASAYA! (yes, I'm a Masaya hater. Problems?) the beginning is much different than the real thing, just a warning. So without further adue, here's TMM rewrite (for now...)!
Meet ichigo
My life sucked.
I couldn't remember a day in my life that I hadn't thought this sentence through or heard it from my parents. In fact, they had made it clear from day one that I was a worthless being, and that is was only there for their entertainment.
My life so far had been nothing but pleasuring my father, defending myself as best as possible from my mother's abuse, verbal and physical, and protecting my little sister from all of the above. There was no life outside of that. Unless you call avoiding any form of contact a life. I never even spoke to people anymore. The only people who knew what my voice sounded like, were my parents and my sister. I figured, that if I made friends, they would want to come over, and when they saw my parents, they'd start avoiding me. So I just avoided them, seeing as it would cause me pain in the end. Besides, I didn't deserve friends like the kids at school. My parents were right on that aspect: I was worthless. I had no strength, no nice clothes, no treasurable memories. I only had my dignity, but even that was running dangerously low.
I used to have strength. I mean, I pretended to. For my little sister. As I said earlier, I had to protect her, show her I was strong, set an example for her. But not anymore.
Little over a year ago, my parents had decided to give my little sister, Suzuki, up for adoption. She had been adopted by a really nice couple who didn't live to far from here, so I still got to see her. I knew she was worried about me now that she was gone, but she couldn't do much, seeing as I made her promise to never tell anyone about our parents. She came by my school often to beg me to try and escape, but I wasn't stupid. If I ran away now, where would I go? Suzuki said I should get a job as a singer. Okay, I could sing, but that didn't mean anybody wanted to hear me. Don't get me wrong, Suzuki's great, but sometimes I wonder if she even has a brain.
Some time ago, my life had gotten worse than ever, which, in itself, was a big achievement. I had been taking a walk in the park when, suddenly, the ground started shaking. The sky seemed to turn blood red as red lights flashed everywhere. I think that's where I fainted. I had this weird dream where a cat jumped into my body. Next thing I knew, I was waking up to a dark sky. No doubt I got punished severely when I got home. I could still feel the wounds on my back, the place where my mum usually whipped me.
I forgot about the whole thing until about a week later. I was home alone, reading one of my favourite mangas, Shugo Chara (A/N for those of you who don't know this anime, look it up. It's so funny:D!), drooling over this hot guy in it, Ikuto (A/N that's what I look like when I'm thinking of Ikuto or Kishu. They're so cuteXD!). my ears and tail flicked, showing my thoughts.
I know what you're thinking. Ears and tail? I had the exact same reaction as you did. You know, open-mouthed silence, prodding the strange object, screaming bloody murder in my head, the works.
These furry little things popped out at the weirdest (and most inconvenient) times. It was hard hiding them, but it looked like I had gotten a sixth sense along with the ears and tail, so I was quick to notice when they would come out. I had gotten a lot more agile as well, so if I ever joined gym now, I'd probably be teacher's pet. And no, I didn't ever join in gym class. It freaks people out when you show them a lifetime's worth of scars.
Normal girls grew up playing with unicorns and watching chick-flicks. At my age they would be dreaming about their knight in a shining Porsche. He'd sweep them off their feet, and they'd ride into the sunset to live happily ever after. Everyone was convinced every girl had a prince like that. Well, if that was true, where was my prince? Who would save me from the dragons tower?