Chapter 3-A Painful Memory

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She paused for a moment, then continued,

"If anyone else would come to know that he had tried to abort his daughter his image might have been affected. So, he made the home a living hell for my mother. He didn't hurt her physically but the mental torture he put her through."

I didn't need to hear anything more. To be honest I found it disgusting that people like this existed. I know what it feels to go through that, so I can relate to it.

"From my birth, I was alone. My father didn't allow me to meet anyone else of my age. At first, I thought he was caring for me and protecting me, then I understood. He hated me. I was more on the feminine side. I too wished that I play with other girls of my age. I had no interest in sports and fighting."

One by one the words registered in my mind. This changed my entire understanding of the existence of Ibuki Mio.

"But I was still okay with it as my mother loved me with all her heart. The love she gave me far exceeded the hate directed towards me. Once I asked her, why does my father hate me so much, do you know what she said?"

She asked me. I looked at her. A faint smile was visible on her face.

"She said that it doesn't matter that my father hates me, what matters is that I love myself."

We stayed silent for some time.

"Those words might not mean anything to you, but they meant the world to me. Those words give me the strength and I began to defy my father and become who I am and want to be. I spent my time in art and music and I enjoyed it. I even watched anime while sneaking in my father's room."

Ibuki was smiling. This was the first time she was smiling genuinely. I didn't know but I felt something. It was as if I could relate with her.

"But all good things come to and end one day" She started saying,

As she said those words, the mood on the roof top tensed threefold. Ibuki's smile was lost and she just had a blank and lifeless expression on her face.

"My mother couldn't take it anymore. All that mental torture finally broke her. And then..."

She paused and her knees gave up.

"She....She...gave up on life. No more like she.... she gave up on me."

A teardrop fell from her eye. She touched the drop on her cheek,

"huh?"

She desperately started rubbing her eyes trying to stop the tears which were now flowing freely.

"No...No...No...stop it...please stop it."

I sighed. If I don't do anything she would most likely break now. That might be advantageous to me but, I remembered Ibuki's mother and her words.

It doesn't matter if someone hates you, what matters is that you love yourself

Why do I feel like those words were meant for me?

I sighed and embraced her tightly. She flinched in the sudden embrace but soon lost her will and started crying loudly.

I needed to do this, not just to make her one of my assets, but to show her, that her birth wasn't a mistake. She deserved to be in this world as much as anyone else.

She kept sobbing and between sobs she continued her story, "That day when my Mother died. Something inside me changed. I became angry on my father. More than him myself. I decided to do everything which boys do, heck I even cut my own hair short. Those hair which my mother loved. I was doing everything in my power to make him acknowledge me. And one day I succeeded. I was a rank holder in the martial art championships but still he refused to acknowledge me. Even Than.... That bastard had the audacity to say that he will not acknowledge me since I'm a girl."

She kept sobbing for quite some time.

"Ibuki, what if he doesn't acknowledge you."

She still had her face buried in the crook of my neck but she was listening to me,

"There are some relations, which matter more than blood ones. Your past might not have been the best one, but you were always loved. Your mother always loved you. It was wrong of her to give up on her life but whatever mistake she might have done; I can say with certainty that she loved you."

I could hear her gasp but I continued,

"You had done nothing by being born to her. But yet she loved you. She loved you because you were born. So how can you say your birth was a mistake."

She removed her face from the crook of her neck and just stared at me.

We kept staring at each other but she smiled. A smile in which there was no pain, she was free from the past holding her back.

She got up and wiped the remaining on her tears.

"Aren't you going to stand up pervert what is the problem with you boys."

I sighed as I stood up. She was back too normal. The normal Ibuki who wasn't serious but rather plain stupid.

I removed my phone and was about to hand it to her so she can delete the image but she just returned it, "You can keep it. I don't care. But if you tell a single soul what happened here, I'll make your high school life a living hell."

No, I was actually feeling threatened. This girl could actually make my ordinary high school life less ordinary if she wished for it. I wasn't taking any chances.

She began to leave but stopped at the door, "Hey, I uh.... Thank you." She said in a very low voice.

I decided to tease her," What I didn't hear it"

She growled and said, "Fuck off pervert." With that she was out of my sight.

I sighed and looked at the setting sun. I began thinking, what if I had someone to love me. Would I be different?

Now I was more than curious to know, what exactly felt to love and to be loved.

But now the question was, who should I love?

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A.N. (Sigh of relief) Finally Ibuki's character development phase 1 success. Next volume would be kamuro's. Well what can I say this chapter was quite long. And I never watched Love live in my life, it was my sister who showed a video on youtube of Nico Nico Nii to me. Lmao that was addicting.

And we have come a long way. So now the story can go in only two routes

Ibuki x Ayanokouji

Kamuro x Ayanokouji

LoL I still don't know whom to choose but that's a story for future volumes so thanks for taking your time reading this.

Sorry If the backstory is cliche.

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