《Among the tear soaked flowers》Chapter 2 non misnamed one
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Chapter 2
A large man was looking towards the drive that leads to his house as if he was waiting for someone. In truth he was waiting his one and only daughter the light of his life as she was one of the few things that actually made him feel proud with what he has done with his life.
Over the phone she had told him that she a surprise that she would like to show him this usually meant that he would receive some type of gift. that gift being a weapon for his growing collection or some high quality alcohol that was more than likely from another country.
At the point where the man was about to leave as he had grown bored of the wait for his beloved daughter a sleek bar car started to come up the road. From the entrance of the was able see his son-in-law in the front seat of the car with a look of peace upon his face as the man looked at him he couldn’t figure out why as he had never seen a look like that on his not even when his daughter accepted his proposal.
As the car came up to the man Yoko turned to the boy that was now her son.
Yoko- ‘’now I trust you will be respectful towards my father now as I would like it if he would help with your rehabilitation of your body from your pervious state’’ .she asked Eoin with a stern look on her face.
Eoin- ‘’yes Mathair I will’’. he state with a look of determination on his face
Yoko-‘’ what was that word you just said their Eoin’’. she asked with a look of confusion on her face.
Eoin- ‘’ It means mother in Irish’’ he replied as he started to tie his hair in to a mid-length pony tail in order to get it out of his way.
Yoko couldn’t believe what she had heard the boy that she and her husband had been looking after for only a few months consider her as his mother. As tears began to form in her eyes she drew him into an embrace to try and convey the joy she felt after hearing that.
Katsu- ‘’then what would father be in Irish son’’? he ask with the same look that his father-in-law could see from where he was standing
Eoin-‘’ Athair is father in Irish if that answers your question’’ he responded to the question his father had asked him
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During the time that this conversation was happening inside the car the man had caught a glance of a person besides his daughter and her husband in the car. Seeing this person his smile that had been beaming when he first saw them instantly changed to a scowl.
A servant walked towards the car and went to open the car door but before he could get to the car. Yoko pen the door and then began to help Eoin get out of the car as his body was still weak from the punishment that his birth parent had inflicted upon him.
Old man- ‘’YOKO!!’’ the man roared at his daughter causing Eoin to yelp and begin to shake in fear as his birth parents would usually roar at each other in a fight before they began to beat him. The man didn’t notice this and continued on. ’’Where on earth did this runt come from ‘’ he demanded with a look of rage on his as he usually wouldn’t let someone this weak even stay in the same building as him let alone stay with his daughter.
Yoko-‘’FATHER how dare you say that to your own grandson!’’. she shouted back to him. ’look at what you have done you made a young boy who has been through hell start to remember the pain he was in during the time he in his country of birth’’
Old man- ‘’Grandson?’’ he said with a look of confusion on his face. ‘’ but you weren’t pregnant the last time I saw you’’. The man was confused as he could possibly beat this point it time.
Yoko- ‘’you don’t understand father we found him in Ireland during our honeymoon in a clearing in the middle of a forest where he was scared and nearly dead from the hunger that was nawing at his body.’’ After stating this to her father Yoko she began to tell her father of the mistreatment that Eoin had been out through during his small life and asked him to help him gain some mass on his frail body in order to make sure that he could at least have a chance to experience what his life could be like with a loving family.
Old man – ‘’you may address me a Master boy for now you shall be under my tutelage for the next 6 years of your life until you reach the age of 14’’Ha said to the boy whose name he didn’t yet know but soon he would know this young one better than he himself did.
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Eoin-‘’Yes Maistir’’ he responded to the old man who short cropped silver hair with the build that would make most comic book hero shit themselves
Old man- ‘’ now fist off we will have to introduce you to your grandmother, come follow me’’. he then proceeded to lead them into the build and to what Eoin could only consider a dining hall . where there sat a woman with silver hair down to her shoulders in a business suit her face was eerily similar to Yoko’s and with good reason as this war her mother. At the sound of the door opening she turned around to see who it was but of the four that had entered the room only three of these she recognised while the other one didn’t seem to even be the same nationality as the rest of them.
Old woman-‘’Yoko my daughter it is very nice to see but might I ask who is that young European at your side’’. She asked with a smile on her face.
Yoko-‘’ Mother this would be your new grandson we adopted him while we were abroad’’ she answered quickly just in
case a repeat of what happened with her father happened again here.
Old woman- ‘’I see I take it you did this in order to help him?’’ she inquired to her daughter .
Yoko-‘’yes I did mother now Eoin say hello to your grandmother’’ she replied to her mother alwell as making her new son to say his greetings
Eoin-‘’Seanmathair it is nice to meet you and in case you wondering the first word I said is irish for grandmother’’ he said while bowing low like he had been taught during the two months that he had been with his new family.
Granny-‘’Eoin hmm it’s a nice name for someone not of Japanese descent I take it his last name has been changed to Watanabe then?’’. she asked her daughter who nodded in response
Exchanges like this continued until both parties knew a bit more about each other and they had dinner. During this time it was decided that Eoin would be taking the most physically tough training his grandfather could teach as his grandfather had decided that he must be strong enough to protect his daughter and also pay her back for the kindness that she had shown to him.
During this training Eoin began to show an interest towards the weapons that his grandfather owned this lead to him learning all about these weapons and how they were made it also lead to him to the study of modern weapons. Soon the days turned to weeks and the weeks turned into months and so on
6 years later
A lean young man looked into the mirror that was infront of him. His upper chest showing the well toned body forged by constant training. A slightly sharp and angular face with a scar running down from the top of his right to just below the start of his mouth. With dark red hair that reached down to the small of his back. His name was Eoin watanabe he had changed from the scared young boy into a young man who loved his family above all else and he would willing give his life to ensure their safety.
He turned to leave the training room he was but just as he reached the door his body felt insanely light also his head felt like it was about to explode this lead to him falling unconscious. But he didn’t hit the ground as a woman who appeared to be in her thirties with a large bust and long blonde hair caught him.
???-‘’Hmm this one could work what do you think Maeve?’’ the woman asked thin air
A sultry and sensuous voice answered back ‘’ahhh yes he would be good for a bit of fun too hehe’’
???-‘’MAEVE YOU ARE NOT USING THIS ONE A TOY!! YOU DRUNKARD’’ the blonde woman screamed at her
Maeve-‘’ Sheesh calm down Branwen well let get going any who, I still have another 15 or so men to get through today’’ she said to the blonde woman whose name was Branwen.
At this both Eoin who was still unconscious and Branwen started to glow and soon nothing was that could be seen as a person was left in the training room.
Author's notes
the real story is about to begin now and as always spelling ang grammer will not be perfect but i will try to fix any errors that i can find . also any character ideas or similar ideas of a similar natured thet you may wan to seecommonet below with them and i might use them in upcoming chapters
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