Her son was a freak. That was the truth, plain and simple-Nonou had given birth to a monster. She looked down at the infant squirming in her arms, only two months old. He stared up at her with wide, innocent eyes, but she couldn't look past the slit pupils and yellow irises. She had managed to conceal him thus far-only the midwife knew. She had cried that the baby was a demon and told Nonou to kill him, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. A few weeks after her son was born, she was washing him in a sink, staring at his tiny deformed body, when she suddenly remembered the midwife's advice. She pushed his head underwater and held him there, feeling nothing as he thrashed around. If her older son, Urushi, hadn't started crying from the other room, Kabuto would have died. Instead, Nonou snapped out of her trance and let go of him, furious at herself.
But now, she wasn't sure she had made the right choice. Kabuto had scaly, white skin and horns, and when Urushi first saw him, he screamed in terror. It didn't take much to scare a child, but still, Nonou knew what her friends would say. They wouldn't let their children anywhere near hers, even though Kabuto's birth defect wasn't contagious. People would talk. Her family would be ostracized. Urushi would always be the snake monster's older brother, and she would be the woman who gave birth to it. No, that wouldn't do. She wouldn't let Kabuto ruin her life-instead, she would raise him apart from everyone else, keeping him hidden from view so he couldn't embarrass her. The boy in her arms cooed and reached up to his mother, unaware that he would spend his life in solitude. Nonou moved his hand away, wincing at the texture of his scales, and set him in the crib she would soon move to the basement.
A/N: This has been the prologue. I'm trying something new here, so please tell me what you think and if you have any ideas.