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Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN SOULEATER OR ANY OF THE CHARECTERS OTHER THEN MY ORIGINAL CHARECTERS MEI AND KUMIKO!
My name is Kumiko. I don't know my father, but I live with my mother; she is always there for me. Weird things happen sometimes; like, why do I have to dye my hair every other day? Why does my mother get nervous every time the doorbell rings? Why does it make me sick when things are messed up or out of place?
But this is the life I have; my mother never talks about my father. She laughs sometimes when I get mad at something because it isn't straight. She says I'm definitely my father's daughter…
She confuses me, of course maybe that's normal… I wouldn't know, because everyone calls me weird- a freak. Is it because of my golden eyes? I don't have a lot of friends, and I've never had a boyfriend even though I'm almost fourteen.
I never ask my mom why I'm different; she doesn't like to talk about it. This is my life though…
"Kumiko! Dinner is ready!" My mother called, suddenly interrupting my thoughts.
I smiled and walked to the kitchen. It is my birthday dinner, and tomorrow I turn fourteen.
I sat at the table. The food looked delicious, and I could tell mom had been crying again; she tried to hide it, but I knew…
Halfway through the meal, I heard knocking on the door. My mother froze up, as usual… She smiled at me and walked to the door.
As soon as she opened it, she screamed. I jumped up and ran towards the kitchen counter, grabbing a knife. I turn to see three people enter the room, one being my mother who was now crying hysterically, and two tall men.
The first man was dressed in a suit. He has medium-length red hair and green eyes. The second man was frightening; he had medium length blondish-gray hair and glasses, there was a huge screw sticking out of his head and… he was covered in stitching…
I scream silently and back up against the counter, I hold the knife up and try not to shake.
The red-haired man breaks the silence, "See Stein, I told you we would just scare her."
I glare at him, "I'm not afraid of you freaks!"
Stein turns to the man, "She's not afraid, Spirit, she just said so."
My mother glares at the men, "You can't have her! Death has no right, she is my daughter!"
I look around confused before Spirit speaks again, "You know she can't fit in here, she should at least meet her brother and father. By the way, how did you manage to hide her Sanzu lines?"
My mother drops to the ground, sliding her head into her hands. "I have no choice, do I?" she whispers.
The men shake their heads as they walk towards me; I scream and swing the knife at Stein. It was a direct hit— he didn't except me to hit him. He jumps back as the knife runs through his flesh, he was bleeding severely.
Quickly, Spirit walks towards me and hits me in the back of the neck; I fall to my knees, staring up at these men. I begin to black out.
