Seiya's mother was an enigmatic woman, with her long, thin, white hair flowing down her back like some ghostly veil, how her voice resonated with an air of authority. She was a paradox, capable of possessing both beauty and kindness, yet there were moments in time where her true nature would emerge, how it always shattered Seiya's perception of her. In those instances, she transformed into his worst nightmare, a literal manifestation of his deepest fears. Gradually, Seiya began to realize over time that his mother was perpetually consumed by anger and rage, and because of that anger and rage, he often found himself the target to her unfortunate wrath. It started innocently enough, with her belittling him for his childish carelessness. But how was he supposed to behave? He was just a child. Her child. However, the abuse exalted, culminating in a horrifying incident that nearly claimed his life. One fateful day, she did something horrible. She seized a kitchen knife, her eyes filled with a chilling determination as she came into his bedroom. Fear instantly gripped Seiya as she mercifully and without hesitation, stabbed the knife repeatedly into him, going and going until her grip on the hilt of the knife was weakened. The blade had pierced through his stomach, emerging on the other side of his body. However before Seiya was able to summon even an ounce of strength to wrestle her away from him, someone unexpected appeared in the doorway. It was his father. If he thought about it now, if it hadn't been for his father's timely intervention, she might have been able to kill him and herself.
Seiya's father stumbled into the room, his eyes taking in every single sight in that gruesome situation. However what he did next, would be the reasoning for his hatred for his parents as he grew up. Instead of checking on his own son, Seiya watched with listless eyes as his father desperately attempted to calm his mother down. Eventually when he'd proven unsuccessful, he carried her away, cradling her in his arms, with the intention to take her back to bed. ''Papa.'' Seiya tried to cry, his voice coming out weak and helpless as he reached with all his might a hand out to his father. However what came out of his mouth shattered his whole world.
''You are your own man now, Seiya.'' His father replied, his voice laced with a bittersweet blend of sorrow and carelessness. With those words, Seiya realized he had to take matters into his own hands. So as best as he could, he mustered up the courage to call for an ambulance himself, simply concocting a lie about his parents absence. If questioned about his age, he would simply deceive them, claiming to be older than he appeared. Surprisingly, most adults never seemed to doubt the tales he spun. Seeking solace in the sterile confines of the doctor's office, Seiya's tear - filled eyes bore witness to the painful reality. The doctor's hand administered shots, penetrating his arms and legs, a necessary evil to mend the damage inflicted upon his fragile body by his mothers horrific wrath. The surgery to repair his ravaged stomach was then performed a few hours later with meticulous care, then the doctor meticulously combed over him, searching for any overlooked injuries. Once the examination was concluded, Seiya found himself to be in the best condition he could hope for, and that was considering the horrors he had endured. In this new dramatic narrative, Seiya's journey unfolds, marked by a poignant mixture of emotions. His newfound independence thrusts him into a world where he must navigate treacherous waters alone. The weight of his past experiences still hang heavy on his shoulders, yet he preservers, determined to forge his own path.
Unfortunately, Seiya was forced to bare through it, on the days when he found himself utterly depressed. How the pain of the past continued to wake up him, the pain of having his mother's beautiful face staring down over him, with that knife...After that he never had to see any doctors after the first time. For now he just tried to avoid people. It was best to stay away from them, after all, Seiya wasn't sure if he could trust them. When you grow up surrounded by nothing but lies, deceit, and fear, you learn pretty early to shut people out...even if it hurts you to do so. Seiya found himself growing up alone, however he was able to learn very quickly how to cope through life on his own. No one wanted to know his weak, the once scared little boy, especially when they learned he was the kid who's mother tried to murder him. After that no one wanted him around their children. So, instead he turned his weakness into strength. He simply stopped caring...he didn't need anyone else to guide him ever again. Seiya didn't need friends. No anymore. He was able to learn to be happy alone. He was fine along...he had learned that the hard way. No one had wanted to know the kid he'd been once, no one wanted to touch him, or protect him. Or worse, to hear him cry. He was simply too much trouble for everybody. So he proved no trouble for anyone ever again.
Well, that last part isn't exactly the truth.
