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If I owned S-CRY-ED, I wouldn't have to write fanfiction.
Minor Ayase x Akida implication.
She'd wanted to touch him from the moment he was born.
He never even cried.
Her mother had died in the night with blood running down her thighs. She had wondered in her dream
Was it worth it?
A little boy, as soft and pink as a flower bud, wet with new skin.
She'd brought the heated gauze and scented cloths. She cleaned her mother's thighs. She lit a candle at her bedside to keep warmth in her paper veins.
The red wax dripped and burned against the Virgin Mother's face.
After it was done, she'd tiptoed down the hall, to her baby brother in his crib. He coughed. She stroked the dark hair from his head. His eyes were waiting for her in the darkness.
How could he have known?
She'd wanted to touch him from the moment he was born.
What secrets would those dark eyes come to keep?
She had been innocent then.
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