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satomaipokemon · 1 year ago

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((ooc: trigger warning for child abuse under the cut))

[Satomai looks almost unrecognizable, here. Her hair, now a deep wine-red instead of pale pink, is cut up into a bob sitting just under her chin. The scar on her cheek is noticeably absent, and yet, her eyes seem just as world weary as they usually are.]

[It's deep into the late hours of the night, as she digs through a cupboard in a small kitchen. She has a pink wind-up torch in her hand, and the only sounds in the house aside from her rustling, is the ticking of the clock on the wall.]

[That is, until the light flickers on.]

[Satomai whips around so fast that she risks smashing her head against the upper side of the cabinet she's digging through, and the woman that turned the lights on jumps back a step at the sight of this small child, clearly not who, or what, she was expecting to see.]

"Oh. It's only you."

"Only me-?! Are you- What are you doing here?"

"Making dinner."

[Satomai pulls a loaf of bread out of the cupboard, turning back to the counter and putting two slices in the toaster.]

"Where- are your parents? Do they know you're here?"

"My father is here. He is upstairs, hopefully still asleep. You went to bed with him earlier."

"You- Lanzen doesn't have any children. His daughter died when she was born-"

"That's what he tells everyone. It gives him a reason to keep people from going into my room."

"You don't- look like him. I think you have the wrong house."

"I don't look like him. I only have his eyes. I look like my mother. Just like you do."

"... I look- like your mother?"

"Just with longer hair."

"..."

[The woman takes a seat at the table sitting in the kitchen, processing the information she's just received. Meanwhile, Satomai's toast is ready, and she starts spreading some butter on it.]

"... What's your name?"

"Satomai."

"Satomai, right. I'm- my name's Ren."

"You're a teacher. You work with my father. You teach mathematics. You hate coffee."

"Yes, I- How did you know that?"

"My father made you coffee, then went outside. An hour later, you both went to the shops. The soil in the plant next to the table smelt like coffee."

"... You're very smart, Satomai. How old are you?"

"Twelve. I'll be thirteen in December."

"You seem- forgive this, but you seem small."

"I am small. I am malnourished."

"I've been here for two days, and haven't seen you- have you been eating?"

"I made toast, this time last night. After you both went to bed."

"Oh, Arceus no- Sit down. I'm making you some proper food."

"No-!"

"Wh-"

[Satomai's shoulders tense up at the suggestion. A pit of dread settles itself in Ren's stomach.]

"No..? But you haven't eaten-"

"Father will notice everything missing. He might get mad."

"... I'll tell him that I made myself food."

"You aren't meant to know about me. He told me I couldn't be seen."

"Satomai- breathe for a second, kid. It's okay, I don't need to tell him that we spoke."

"... Please don't tell him. I'm running out of supplies in my room. I can't get hurt this week."

"He hurts you?"

[She nods slowly, taking a deep breath like Ren said to.]

"... Come with me. We're going back to my house to get you some food, so he doesn't notice any food missing. We'll be back before he wakes up. And we're going to talk about what he does to you. Does that sound okay?"

[There's a beat of silence as Satomai considers this.]

"... As long as he doesn't know."

"He won't. I promise."

"Promise..? What does that mean?"

"... Oh, you sweet thing- I'll explain on the way."

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