"What're you doing?" The most familiar voice to the small girl had her in a seize. Her body slowly pivoted on her heels, facing the male.

"Daddy, did you beat the level yet?" Y/N tried to change the conversation with a sheepish smile and her hands clasped together.

The question obviously didn't work as his angered facial expression only turned furious. This had the girl scared.

He took large steps towards her, reaching out his hand.

"No! Daddy, please! Don't hurt me!" Y/N pleaded, tears pouring out of her eyes like a faucet.

"Move," He commanded, his glare piercing through her fragile heart.

"Don't hurt mommy! Please don't hurt—," the girl kept on begging, tears dropping one by one.

"She's not your mom!" He argued.

"Yes, she is! She said so herself—," Y/N only fought back, her voice becoming rigid from the sobs that filled her words.

"I killed her! She's dead!" Kino snapped causing the girl to freeze in place, her chest rising up and down from the sobs.

"Y-you—," Y/N managed to whisper out, only to be cut off.

"Move." He demanded.

"You monster," Y/N's E/C glassy eyes glared into his. The tense air didn't last long, the girl running away from the scene and into her room.

The slamming of her door rang through the mansion, faint screams of rage traveled its way to Kino's ears. 

The rage took so many minutes to soon turn into sorrow, the sorrow becoming a state of depression.

Y/N sat on her bed, fidgeting with one of her pillows. She had tear stained cheeks, her E/C eyes dull as can be. Every now and then she sniffed the snot that had come with crying.

Click.

The door spoke, opening slowly to reveal the last person she wanted to see at the moment. He closed the door behind him, earning another click from the door. His long legs carried him to sit by the girl.

A moment of silence passed by the two. Kino spoke after a while, breaking the silence.

"She was beautiful," he spoke, earning a cringe from the girl. Cheesy.

"Who?" Y/N questioned even though she knew exactly who he was talking about.

"Your mom," the two hadn't moved an inch, they just let their mouths do the actions. "You look like her."

Is he trying to cheer me up? The thought made Y/N smile as she knew she was right. He really sucks at this.

"And?" She urged him to continue.

"And she was hot? I mean I've seen better girls, but—." Jesus.

"You really suck at this, y'know?" The girl hugged him, murmuring the words.

"She was—."

"Shut up."