1. Ayano's beginning

I was born without emotions... it is as simple as that. I just couldn't feel things, It ran in the family, my mother suffered from this, my grandma, and we assume so forward.I remember a lot of doctors saying they couldn't help me and my father being upset In my earliest memories. When I was in middle school, I'd snap the necks of cats and small animals and be mean, just to feel something... anything. But I couldn't. I knew I was a... 'Different' child. Others were smiling, making friends, and giggled when their parents picked them up...I didn't I realized quickly where that would lead...to people thinking i'm 'weird' or 'strange' to them. I'd get teased because I wouldn't cry. It wasn't sad...just annoying, an inconvenience to me. Unfortunately, That only made them pick on me more. great. So as I learned, I noticed how they acted, How they smiled, and cried. How they made friends and enemies. I used their obliviousness to my advantage and used their emotions as my own. I made friends and made my father happy. He was a sad man before I 'Had emotions' or fake emotions. He tried everything to make me happy. I just wanted to feel. All I could feel... was pity. I did pity my father but that's all, he was sad and he wanted me to be happy. So I pretended to be happy, and all was well. Though, I believe that he knew i was faking my emotions, I still cried, laughed, and seemed confused with things as all other children did. And it had worked!

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Once, my mother and I were cooking, and she was humming. It was the energy for me to feel 'happy' in so that's how I pretended to feel. Then out of nowhere she cut herself and gasped, quickly dropping the knife as blood dropped on the cutting board, while I rushed to grab bandages. Now was my cue to feel worried and I gasped while rushing to the cabinet. She wrapped her finger and asked me to wash the cutting board with an odd smile. I thought nothing of it and ran some water and put soap on the board. I scrubbed it to make sure I got all the blood off. "Here you go!" I said handing her the board flatly. "Very good dear! But believe it or not, there's still blood on this board, Ayano. Here, i'll show you!" She said sweetly pulling out a drawer and grabbing a blacklight and some chemical that I couldn't determine. "This is hydrogen peroxide! And a black light. Now i'm going to use this thing called luminol, she pulled it out of the same drawer. Now i'll put the luminol on the spot where the blood used to be and switch off the lights!" My mom walked over to the white light switch and switched it making the lights go dim and she turned on the blacklight, a substance showing where the blood used to be. "See the blood is still there... now..."  She poured the hydrogen peroxide on the cutting board and scrubbed it in firmly. "See You scrub it in well and....tada!" She said happily as she turned the black light on and the spot was gone, lets just say I remember that very fondly. You know as a child I never thought I would have to use that lesson. I guess I was wrong.

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