Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Stereotypes ❯ Doujima ( Chapter 6 )

Doujima

You think I am shallow.

But I am not.

I never wanted to be here.

But then my father always wanted a son to follow in his footsteps

Funny how genetics and fertility work out sometimes.

He wanted a son so, so badly. He wanted so badly to make me a man

So now in my own rebellion

I go shopping

Every time I style my hair, I defy him some more, I reassert my femininity.

That allows me to survive.

 

I had no choice coming here

With my mother, softly weeping in the corner

And my father begging

Threatening

Pleading

So desperate to know the truth that he would risk the safety of his only child.

 

You think that I am shallow

I arrive late and leave early

I seem to show no interest

You are wrong

I care. I know what my father helped build, and I will not see that destroyed.

But I never wanted to be here

And sometimes, when I look at Michael, I realise we are the same

Each unwilling prisoners of the larger machine

And when that realisation hits

I have to leave

Or risk being overwhelmed with claustrophobia.

 

I am not a shallow person, if I were

I would never have agreed to be here

Sacrifices have to be made for family and I will play my part

But that does not mean I cannot have my own private acts of rebellion.