Northstar Vale That man is not your maker

for @Hotaru
private thread for specific joiners who will be tagged in 
while there are no intense details anywhere, I warn readers of this thread that a lot of the general content matter is very mature!! 

 

He'd seen it by now. He'd kept his emotions under control each and every day, looking into those eyes- Yuudai in his own daughter. Or a child acting as his daughter- Yuudai's blood creeping into Takeshi's nest like a parasite, eating food that he brought home, listening to his song and story. His wife dead, and now she left behind her something that had lost all of its value to him. A child. Three of them, really- and though the others did not show it so clearly as Hotaru, Takeshi suspected they might all be Yuu's. A reminder that he was there first- and no matter how Takeshi had tried to make himself the only man in Reiko's vision- Yuudai would always be there. Even after his death, now. 

He supposed that made little Hotaru an orphan. And not his at all. Takeshi had always valued her as a daughter, and any other reasons to value her he shoved deep into his psyche where he might not have to think about them. But that crack in sanity had been pushed a little further each day. 

Finally, the breaking point came. 

A day where he found he could not think of her as his daughter anymore. Even if he was still father to her- his recent knowledge prevented him from living in ignorance of the facts. 

And so that day, Takeshi gave in again to his own devilish schemes. 

The emperor awoke that morning, and nudged his daughter- no, the little girl- awake. He was careful not to disturb her siblings- they were safe, for now. Hotaru had become, at some point, the object of his secret desire. Now that blood could not hold him back, he wondered if he had any real reason not to pursue his terrible wants. In a way, it would be a final "fuck you" to Yuudai, even after death- ruining his children in one way or another. Whether that ruining would be violent or lustful, he could not know. These days the longing for both blurred together often when he looked upon young women. 

Hotaru, He beckoned her in a whisper, intending to take them to walk somewhere at the far edges of the territory, Come along. The vague command was gentle- the children were likely in some state of mourning.

What a sick monster Takeshi was.