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"Used"
Hayoto stares at his father and thinks: so this is a monster…
Not hiding under his bed, not in the dark of his closet. No, monsters have human faces.
Hayoto is so tired. So tired of being used. So tired of being force fed poison by his poor, delusional sister.
He is sick of being his father's prodigy. His father's bastard that has that one redeeming quality.
Hayoto is done with all the judgements, all the looks he gets.
He wishes he saw the sad, longing tinge to his piano teachers- his mother's he wants to scream- smile.
Stupid, not an heir, all wrong. He should have known.
Well, Hayoto won't be a pawn any longer.
His father used him and his sister, too. He wished he saw it sooner- He feels sick, why didn't he notice SOONER?!
Hayoto plans. Hayoto waits. Hayoto leaves.