With the sinking of Kyushu, the diaspora of the citizens of Japan started. But not all natives were citizens... let alone human.
Rachel wasn't what some might call sociable. She really did try her best to understand the grown ups that she had been given to. The families that she had ended with.
That she had been told was now her new mommy.
She didn't like that woman. She hadn't liked the other two foster siblings.
And they had made it clear that they had only taken her in because of something to do with appearances... and money. Which was stupid, even she knew that she didn't have money to give them.
It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good.
She had thought that this time, things would be better. That the third foster mother would be nicer than the second; they had been strict, as had her four foster siblings.
The latest foster mother brooked no nonsense. Always punishing, never rewarding. Rachel was made to attend school, then after-school make up classes, with piano every other day, as if she couldn't be bad if she didn't have the time.
But she wasn't equipped to deal with this. Not for school, manners, or piano. She fought back. Challenged the foster-mother at every step. Punishment only had Rachel fighting back twice as hard.
Rollo had saved her, kept her from going insane. He hadn't look like a dog, not a proper dog. It was smaller than normal dogs, and it had more fur than she had seen on normal dogs, it looked like someone had crossed a hairy dog with a raccoon.
She had found him in the side street near her neighborhood. Every day, she had gone by... she had seen him digging around in the trash of the corner grocery store. It had taken work and scraps of her lunch to feed him day after day, week after week, to earn his trust. To get him to follow her.
She had set up a little home for Rollo at the very back of the rather large backyard, a little penned off area that he couldn't run out of. She had wanted to chain him... but that wouldn't be right. So, she had set up a little area for him out of sight of the house.
Thankfully, he was quiet... but feeding him was something that she found hard. All of her lunch money went towards buying him scraps of food. She guessed at what he needed, but she could never really be sure. The sacrifice of her lunches, the frequent lack of dinner meant that she went hungry most days, and she found herself getting headaches, and her stomach growled constantly during school. But it was a sacrifice she was willing to make.
Rollo made everything worthwhile.
She would wake up early in the morning to play with him. Talked to him, spoke to him of the things that she experienced. If she had been older, she might have not believed that he understood her words with the way he licked her hand.
And yet, dogs were cunning creatures, adaptive... and one summer morning, Rachel found that Rollo had dug a hole under the little fench she had made.
Dug a hole and escaped.
Searching the backyard for him, her blood ran cold at the sight of her dog, of Rollo, swimming in the pool. She had tried to get him out of the pool. Pled with him to get out of the water. She ran about the pool to lift him out, but he swam away from her.
It was clear that he was excited, he was having fun. And she might have been happy for him. But this ran the risk of her foster mother finding out.
It was then that the cover of the pool moved and started to close. When Rachel looked to the house, to the glass door... she saw her foster mother looking back at her, a single finger on the switch. It was obvious that she knew that Rachel knew about the door, she had been calling to him.
She could do nothing to save Rollo.
She had screamed. Had pounded on the door with her fists. To no avail. Her foster mother simply looked at her, coldly and calmly. This was simply another punishment, and the punishment always matched the crimes. And the dog was to be disposed of, much like how dinner would be thrown away into the garbage bin if one of the foster children spoke with a mouth full, or talked back with 'attitude'.
Rachel had blacked out for a moment at the sight of Rollo's head being forced under the tarp of the pool cover. She could hear the whining from him, could hear his excitement from swimming turn into distress...
She could only watch as he swam in small circles, his paws and muzzle pushing at the fabric of the cover.
A slight bulge that slipped downwards before bulging upwards again, and slide downwards.
It reached out to Rollo... her power... and the pool cover simply tore as Rollo grew large.
A giant monstrosity of fur.
An endless ball of fur, with cruel eyes that looked at her foster mother. It was at that sight that Rachel knew... knew with absolute certainty that Rollo was smart enough to know who had been responsible for trying to drown him.
There was a snarl and he went after her foster mother.
There was a splash of crimson from her foster family as he set upon them as a dog would upon a rabbit before he destroyed the house that she had suffered in.
She could only sit thee as everything she had, everything she had known was simply destroyed in an instant by Rollo.
Rollo who returned to her.
Rollo who licked her while wagging its short fluffy tail.
Rollo whose whine while enlarged sounded more like an Auuuu.
It didn't take too long before the PRT officers showed up to find Rachel weeping into the fur of Rollo.
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AN : So, a Bitch something... I think this was more something I was going to do in terms of a backstory for Goblin Queen or something. Bii needs sleep... _