She hated it.

It hurt like hell.

Everywhere she looked, she was reminded of her beloved Ouka.

Everywhere, no matter where she looked, it hurt.

Every time she began to cry silently to herself, someone would notice.

Every time someone noticed, she would make her famous "Hau... hauauauhauhauauuuu..." sound, making out that she was physically hurt.

Every time everybody turned away from her, when nobody was looking, she would trace the invisible scars of her throat, stomach, back, arms, chest, where the icy steel blade penetrated her warm, quivering skin those thousands of years ago.

Furude Hanyuu knew that she would never be a full person again.

Furude Hanyuu knew that all she could ever be was a shadow of a woman, hidden away in this child's body.

And again, she was reminded of her child.

Her precious, beloved daughter.

-End-

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MGNND- Sorry about it's shortness! It's only a small oneshot thing, so…

I'm sorry! *bows*