a/n: Part of my story Seawater. This is an idea of whatMugen's past might be like.
My mother always said how much I took after my father. How much we looked alike. Acted alike. I would be five years old and she would sit on the ledge of the pier and cradle my baby brother in her arms. She would watch me dive into the water below and would laugh in relief when my head surfaced. Even under the sun her pale skin would never burn or darken. When I was good I could touch my brother's head and feel how soft he was. His skin was like my mother's. My hand looked so different against his face. There were times when my father would be home. And my mother would cry when he left. I would touch my mother's head and pet her brown hair and she would hug me until her tears dried on my shirt. At nights sometimes I would go out to the ocean and sit in the still warm sand. I would listen to the water and I would think about showing my mother how good I was getting at swimming. One night I came back home from the ocean and an old man was standing in front of the door. He told me not to go inside and that I should go to my mother's friend's house. I asked where my mother was and the old man told me that she was dead. That my father had come back crazed and killed my mother and brother. The old man told me that my father was insane and would be executed. The next morning I snuck away from the house the old man sent me to and I watched my father die like a rabid dog in the hot sun. His eyes wild until they faded to a blank stare. I watched it silently and when it was done I ran to the ocean and fell to the ground, letting the soft waves hit my bowed head. I could see my tanned skin as it sank slowly into the wet sand. I believed I saw my future that day. My mother always said how much I took after my father.