Disclaimer: not Kubo Tite ;)
AN: Idk why, I'm just in a kind of short-angsty story mood. And yeah, these are going to be short as hell.
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Ichimarus always smiled.
Ichimaru Hana kept a shaky smile on her face as dark realization crept in. Tears streamed from her eyes as she grabbed her baby boy, backing away. There was nowhere to go; and she knew it. But backing away gave her the small hope that maybe; just maybe, she'd back into a doorway, and find her escape. No such luck.
Ichimaru Daisuke wore his taunting smile as he approached his trembling wife. His son just stayed put in Hana's arms, smiling to himself in his sleep, completely unaware of the world around him. Daisuke smiled a little more, looking at his own reflection in the glossy silver blade in his hand.
Ichimarus always smiled...except when emotions got the better of them.
Ichimaru Hana screamed as the knife pierced her flesh, falling to the ground, and dropping her child on the floor.
Ichimaru Daisuke's smile had faded into an intense scowl as he stabbed her over and over again, wanting nothing more than to stop her screaming.
Ichimaru Gin opened sleepy eyes, not bothering to rub a blood-stained face. He opened his mouth to cry, but was shoved backwards against the wall.
"Stop that damn frowning."
He did.