My family's wealth wasn't a birthright; it was made of pure ambition. My father is part of the underworld, Jin Tsubasa; a chilling synonym for fear, power and ambition.
My mother isn't any less. If my father was a king in the underworld, my mother was a queen in a boardroom. A businesswoman who did everything with near-perfect precision, Erika Tsubasa
Together, they created an invincible empire so potent it kept everyone at a distance.
Their obsession with power had gotten them so lost they had started leaving me alone at our mansion with maids for days on end. However, not even those maids came close to me; mostly because of my father's background.
At school, even the teachers were scared of interacting with me, my fellow classmates didn't either nor did their parents let them.
Considering my situation, my thought process wasn't like any normal kid's, luxuries surrounded me, but it felt hollow, a cage of ice built upon the lack of warmth.
At that time, someone new, someone different; entered my life. His warmth had melted my cage. Even through his young eyes, he had managed to see beyond my parents' influence. He managed to bring out the girl deprived of love...
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'Hmm' it was recess time, so the kids were roaming around; chasing each other with smiles on their faces, a stark contrast to my own.
This is pretty much my everyday life. At home, I am surrounded by meaningless luxury and at school, I am just sitting in a corner.
This is for the better..... The others get uncomfortable, even the teachers... I might be a child but I am still mature for my age, so I can understand what they're thinking.
(A/N: Said every child, but I suppose she is mature for her age, right? Yeah.....)
I kept tapping my feet against the ground waiting for recess time to be over, after that only one more class was left. Even though at home I'll probably be locked up in my room, it's still better than being here, so annoying!
While I was lost in thought, a sudden voice came, startling me.
"What are you doing here?" It was a boy. He had dark brown hair, complementing his grassy green eyes. He was kinda cute..... *Cough*
I don't exactly recognize him, definitely not from my class. Seeing his uniform, I realized he was from the kindergarten section.
"What are you doing here?" Seeing I wasn't answering, he repeated himself.
"Is that any of your business?" Perhaps his parents did not warn him about me, better scare him away.
"Who knows? Let's become friends! Then it can be my business right?" He questioned with a smile; voice filled with innocence.
I could feel my face stretched out from surprise.
"H-huh? Friends? We?"
"Yeah!"
"O-oh" I don't know what to say anymore, it feels weird getting called someone's friend but the feeling is nice...
"Why do you want to be friends with me?"
"Do I need a reason? But I guess... I am curious. I always see you so silent, you just sit in this place during recess. I also want to play with you!" His replies were so enthusiastic.
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We didn't exactly become friends that day. But he never gave up. He'd appear randomly at recess or before classes started.
He'd crack jokes then start laughing at his own jokes. His enthusiasm knew no bounds.
One day, unable to resist my urge, I asked, "Didn't your parents warn you about me?" I didn't realize that my voice was slightly trembling.
"They did," he admitted, his smile unwavering, "But I enjoy spending time with you, so I don't really care," he added with a giggle. A sound so warm it flickered a small hope within me. A hope that with Sora-kun's warmth, the icy cage won't be so cold anymore.
That hope soon turned into belief. I had slowly gotten much more comfortable with him. Each day, I started looking forward to school more. We spent every break with each other. I also started conversing more with him.
I had finally made a friend; a best friend. Though, I didn't even realize when these feelings of mine turned into something more. I had grown to have romantic feelings for him, not just normal romantic feelings but rather something much heavier.
Perhaps it was because he was my only warmth. Was it unhealthy? Yea. Do I care? Not at all. My love for him became the reason for living. Each day I was becoming more and more possessive of him.
I tried to occupy all his time, so he couldn't play with other kids. I wanted to spend every second with him. I wanted all of his attention for myself and he didn't seem to mind that. Though, this was just the start of our relationship; the start of my obsession.
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