Hi!
¡DISCLAIMERS!
this is the first fanfic ive written in awhile, i will NOT be capitalizing things correctly unless i so choose!!
this is an AU written in freeform poetry before the present mercs join team fortress!!!
i do not own tf2, because if i did pyro would be a 17 year old girl...
(Kohaku Fujiwara [不死原 琥珀, 12 years of age. Nagasaki, Japan. 1963.)
i could feel the first flames in my palm,
ushering into my lungs.
why is the world so
q
u
i
e
t?
i wasnt sure.
but i remeber seeing that awfully
pretty
gorgeous
amazing
girl.
but okaa-san told me thats wrong.
girls like me shouldnt think like that
im no dirty street rat.
but she was cold to me
like i was one of them.
maybe that was why the flames felt
so
so
SO
good on my
cold
cold
COLD
skin.
i was going to miss my kimono
its crimson redder than my blood.
my obi
as emerald as the envy i felt.
my kanzashi
its golden petals outshining my joy.
maybe if life were different
i would be a better daughter
one fit to be a geisha
or even an oiran
maybe if i was lucky a shogun.
maybe i wouldve been saddened
by my mothers death
along with mine
that was soon to happen.
but i was happy
because i was clean
because i was pretty
ive always wanted to die that way.
so people would think i was fit
fit to be a daughter
for someone as great as my mother.
worthy enough to be my fathers spawn.