TW: Child abuse, abandonment, descriptions of said abuse, angst and blood,
Kimyona backstory who-
also Garmadon!
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dukeliette: First off, thank you so so so much!!! Your engagement means the world to me! And secondly, yes, there will be more of this fic coming out. But it will be coming a bit more slowly, which I aplogise for. Ive been winging this fanfic as a while from the very start, and haven't actually made a plan for what's going to happen. But yeah, thank you!
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There was an uncomfortable sticky liquid running down her face as she stared in pure horror. Everything ached, her tail laying limp on the floor. Her bright red eyes were glassy with tears, but none were spilling from her tear ducts.
Kimyona's father lay dead in front of her, and it was all her fault.
A firm hand squeezed her shoulder tight, a rough voice scoffing at her.
"I told you before and I'll tell you again." The harshness made from years of hating her only child wasn't easy to ignore. The smell of cigarettes filled Kimyona's nostrils as her mother grabbed her chin forcefully and pulled her to be eye to eye with her mother.
"You are a useless, worthless waste of a child and a disgrace and disappointment to our legacy. You're lucky you even got this far, you wouldn't have made it out of that nursery if it weren't for your poor father. I should have left you to the 'guls when I had the chance." Her voice was jagged from all the years of smoke filling her lungs. It was so distracting that she could hardly feel the slow and painful stubbornness of the cigarette being placed into her ghostly white cheek.
Kimyona's heart absolutely shattered as her mother forcefully pushed her onto the dirt and walked away, not even sparing a glance behind.
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It was bucketing down with rain when Kimyona finally woke up, stretching her tail and arms before walking upstairs.
Or at least attempting to before clawed hands grabbed her shoulder, causing her to stop and whip around at the person who touched her, mind spinning with past memories.
His eyes had the same amount of regret as his son's, but she had no idea why Lloyd had looked that way.
"I did not mean to scare you. I apologise." It was the Oni, crimson eyes locking onto scarlet ones. He had his hands up in surrender, which was quite odd. Loose fluffy white hair cascaded down his shoulders messily. "I want to ask you some questions about my son if that's ok with you, young Aquarian." His voice was tougher than her mother's, but Kimyona doubted that it was from any cigarettes.
The smell of cigarettes was disgusting, and only reminded her more of her mother, of the harsh burns inflicted onto her hands and unusually her cheeks.
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Go ahead. It's not like I have anything better to do anyway."
"Hmm." Out of the corner of her eye, Kimyona could see the ex-warlord's tail flicking as he thought. "He is ok? He is not hurt or injured, nor put himself in danger constantly?"
Kimyona snickered. "Oh dear Misery, you really have been gone for a while, huh? Well, first off he's doing fine. I little bit of an alcoholic sure-" Garmadon's eyes flashed with something she couldn't recognise, "but other than that and a few missing limbs and scars and stuff he's fine. He still fights though, so he's in danger often."
"Who does he fight for? Is he… is he still a ninja?" Garmadon's eyes were too hard to read for Kimyona's liking, so she refused to home their gaze.
She sighed, feeling as if this wasn't the conversation she should be having. "Well… listen. I think that's between you and him, so you'll have to ask him yourself."
"Hmm. I'll take that as a no, then."
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"Mom please- please d-don't leave me!" Kimyona screamed off into the distance, reaching for her mother's figure that was slowly disappearing into the setting horizon. Her cheek was starting to burn, the cigarette burn finally catching up to her. Kimyona tried to stand, tripping over he own foot and lodging even more dirt and grime into the scapes on her knees.
"M-Mom!! Please- please c-come back!
The figure was long gone when she finally allowed her hand to rest back down on the floor. Tears streamed down her face, matching the rain that was slowly crying with her.
Alone. She was alone again. And for good this time.
Terror was flossing through her chest like a stabbing needle, slowly sewing through threads of worry and dismay. She wasn't good enough, she was never going to be good enough for anyone, not even her mother.
And her father… maybe if she had been better than he would be sitting beside her right now, wiping away the salty tears and telling her everything would be ok. Maybe he would hold her like he did when the night grew too cold, when he kissed her forehead goodnight. She squeezed her eyes tight, refusing to open them until the world went back to that, soft and free.
They were both gone now, despite everything she had done to please them. And it hurt. It hurt more than being sliced open by a sword, more than the cigarette burn on her cheek, more than anything she had worked for.
Kimyona tried to imagine her father comforting her, singing the sweet tunes he used to write for her when she was small.
But she couldn't remember his voice, lost to time just as much as she was lost right now, if not a little bit more.
There was nothing to go to home to, if there was even a home at all. Everything she loved was gone, all because of one idiotic mistake. And it was never going to be fixed.
How was she even going to get food and water? There wasn't a single thing her that could be sold for, other than the locket of her father she had around her neck. She had been so in her head that she didn't even know if it was still with her, but with a soft touch of her finger she found it was still wrapped right and was dangling from her chest.
And then it was quiet again, despite her trying her best to hide the sniffles that escaped her mouth. The only noises she could hear were…
Gingerly, she opened her eyes and saw a tall blonde Oni-hybrid staring at her with an expression that reeked sympathy and protection.
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hehe, im leaving y'all on a cliffhanger again~
expect an update in a few weeks, i think i know what i want to write now... (DUN DUN DUN..!)