the last time that he had felt fear was when he was a child, when he had caught glimpse of a bleeding slash that marred across his sister’s face. and since that day, he has turned that fear into rage, letting it consume his body so that he would become what all those who oppose him should be scared of. if they wanted a monster, so a monster he would become. but now, for the first time since then, he feels a grip so tight around his chest that downright suffocates him on the spot.
his mother stands before him, towering over him like he would so many. he breathes evenly from his nose into the fur of his scarf, his gaze staring straight off at nothing. she is a menacing and powerful figure, yet he does not waver in her presence. or at least, he tries not to.
“ i do not, mama. ” he states without any hesitance, but despite his words, he braces himself for what’s to come, “ there is no one i love more than this family. ”
“ Oh...Your family. Me, me, Katakuri, do you love ME. ”
Words seemed to spill from her lips like venom, or perhaps acid, meant to melt away all that came in it’s path, suffocate and disintegrate. Leaving nothing but boiling candy in it’s wake to be turned into something better, something of better taste. Oh taste...Taste like fear, like a rising symphony across an ocean of little lies.
Fear, so delectable it might as well be the garnish or frosting ‘pon one’s grandest wedding cake, one celebratory flakes of a evanescent taste! Oh but fear was not what she wished for from the son she saw as fearless, whom molding so perfectly as the soldier toy who led the rest into battle. A deck of cards with he as the king--no ace--’pon it’s center.
How almost pathetic to taste it, for drool to escape her lips, as if hand might reach out and grasp it, to tear it from one’s body and leave nothing more than the shell of a sweet yet useless device which she believed was perfect. Lo what happened to her perfect son? Lo, what happened to her loving little boy? Whom never lost, whom would never disobey or lead them astray.
“ How you have disappointed me. ”