Hi! I'm requesting a hiatus for Higanbana, Ikuko Hachijo and Yoshio Yutaka due to personal reasons. I'll be hella busy this month but I love this group a lot so I don't want to drop them and I'll definitely come back. Also, I'm sorry to disappoint but I'd like to cancel my application for Souhei Keireiji from Rose Guns Days.
Higanbana , Ikuko and Yoshio are now set to hiatus, and application has been canceled!
A/N: Gosh dang it. The power went out from 7:00 AM to 7:30 PM. Twelve hecking hours of pure torture. No wifi and my laptop almost died. I had no sprites to make Ace Attorney stuffs for a surprise for someone either. So....I wrote a really terrible nonic angst for senpai.
"Uuuuu! Mama? Where is mama taking Maria? Mama isn't taking Maria to the neighbor's house again, right?" Maria pouted while she dragged her stuffed plushes along the sidewalk's pavement in somberness. It had been happening too often for Maria to keep track of anymore: Her mother was neglecting her again.
"Maria, I don't appreciate that behavior from you. You're aware that the slang that you use is not appropriate. I'm working at home today, so I need the space and concentration." A slight scowl was eager to raise from Rosa's mouth, as she gripped her daughter's hand tightly. They were, together, walking to their neighbor's house. She had to have someone babysit Maria while she worked, since she couldn't focus while the girl mumbled about witches and nonsense.
"Is mama bad mama again? Uuuu....Beato says bad mama is not good for mama at all! Take Maria somewhere else, fun, instead....so mama can be happy!" The small girl let out a soft whine as she was taken to the neighbor's door. She pressed the doorbell, unsatisfied that she had to spend the day with an elderly lady who didn't believe in witches as much as she did.
As the door was to be answered, Rosa unappealingly growled at her daughter. "Do you want me to hit you? Maria...I won't buy you any toys this summer if you don't behave. Stop using that 'uuuu'.....And don't mention Beatrice. She doesn't exist. I won't allow you to talk about that "witch" to the nice lady, either. Understand?"
The door opened almost as soon as she finished her scolding to Maria, and the lady presented was an elderly woman. She appeared to be around her mid-65's and wore a long dress. "Come on in, Maria!" she said welcomingly.
"Thank you mam'. I'll be back by 7:00 tonight, if not, tomorrow morning!" Rosa smiled as she hugged her daughter, as if nothing happened before. "Behave well, Maria," she whispered into her daughter's ear.
Scurrying away from the house, she quickly went home to change her clothes, into more suitable attire. She was dressed in an aesthetic summer gown, topped with a jet black belt. Her hair was tied back, giving her a "younger" appearance than her said age. Such an appearance made it obvious: Rosa did not dress for work. Instead, she dressed for a man who she had been secretly dating for almost half a year. Thereof she tried her best to keep it a secret from a Maria. She didn't want her daughter to be in a bedlam, thinking her father would ever come back— and that she was to cheat on him.
She was so exhausted, tired of searching and endless waiting for her husband to return. It had been years, and the scar he had left with her was growing every year. She couldn't help but to feel sorry for it sometimes. Rosa was a "bad" mama somedays and on others, a great mama. That scar kept telling her so. But why did that matter? Said scar had a horrible papa. He never came back. The scar, or Maria, kept growing, and made Rosa's pain exceed what she thought it would keep its limits to. But she had not to worry anymore. She had met a man that could make it feel like it could stop.
The doorbell rang as she had expected it to, and she was happier than ever. Her ex-frown had disappeared into the darkness, raised by a simper so light. "Hello, Dustin! It's been awhile, has it not?"
It was not her man. It was not a man at all.
"Uuuuuu....Who's Dustin, mama? Is he daddy? Where has daddy been?" Maria smiled softly, she was back at home. Rosa did not. Her frown grew back, along with a hand that hit her daughter hard.
"Go away. I wish you were never born. You're the reason why I can't succeed." She pulled her hand back and pointed to the neighbor's house. "Go to her house. Now. I don't want to see your face."
