DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLEAH OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS
Mother Hold Me Tight
Most memories of my mother involve her laying in bed looking feverish. From what I was told, she did not become ill until after I was born. The way my grandmother looked at me made it obvious that she thought I was to blame, but who knows, maybe I was... Anyways, due to my mother's illness she died a little less than a month after I turned three. The night before she died she kept stroking my hair as I layed beside her, sobbing into her chest.
"Everything will be fine, Ururu. You'll finally get to meet your daddy and he'll take real good care of you. There's nothing for you to worry about."
The next morning I awoke earlier than usual do to the frantic commotion filling the house. I peeked my head out my door to find my grandmother screaming at a woman with blond hair pulled into a neat bun. She looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place her. She murmured something to her which resulted in more yelling from my grandmother.
"You know what? It's fine! Take the wretch! Go ahead, take her! Take her to that damned man!" She screamed before rushing into my room, almost knocking me over in the progress.
"Tsumugiya-san, calm down," the woman begged, following her in.
My grandmother started pilling all my clothes and random this and thats into suitcases and ordered Julie, our foreign maid, to put them into the woman's car. The woman picked me up and head down the stairs and towards the door all the while telling me how sorry she was that I had to go through this. The situation was too much for me. I buried my face in her shoulder and let out a long wailing cry.
That's all for now. I'll release the second half to this in a bit. Until then...
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