My Mother And Father Naruto นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"But in Ketu, we have your dad, Ghaddar Hinn Drakon, the blue fire breathing dragon to guard us all." "I never saw dad turn into one." I pouted. "He didn't since a long time ago. Only I was the last one to witness it." my mother mused with eyes glittering in love to my father. "So if daddy is the dragon, those dragons wont come here, right?" I asked again still staring at the book I held in the lap. Then mother pointed a dragon with dark red staining its forehead.

I know that I suppose to come home and perform all the necessary custom and receive your blessing. But I have a problem on my hands that I have to settle before my old man and my old lady would lead me as tradition demands. Who are your parents? Hmm my father is Sir Justice Maclean. Who you mean the late Emperor of Indo continent is your father? Yes, daddy we were twins but we have found ourselves now and my parents are alive.

Thaddeus was staring at me to test if what I just said was just some sort of jesting or if he should be worried that I must be brought to the asylum. Sighing one more time, I averted my gaze, suddenly regretting that I was still told about this. "I know that it might be hard to believe, but that is the truth." I clasped my hands together, drilling more courage to look at him again. "My father, Hideyoshi Azai, is one of the mates of the Moon Goddes, my mother." This time, my voice became earnest since revealing a big part of my life was a significant matter to me, especially since this shouldn't be taken lightly.

"She talked about you constantly and how proud she was that you went to Milan to chase your dreams." My mother had been proud? She'd never said anything like that to me, never encouraged my photography, never understood why I needed to leave. "Mr. Santoro is waiting for you at his office," Gus continued, still working under the sink. "He has the papers you need to sign." "Who are you?" I asked. "Why are you here?"He paused, and when he looked at me again, there was something in his expression I couldn't read. "I'm the town handyman your mother called me when things broke. That's all."

"I'm very busy. Don't bother me if there's nothing important." When they saw the mangoes splatter on the ground, Mom and Dad fell to their knees in humility. "Patricia, please don't be like this. We only came to you because we have no other way to survive. We have no money for food, and the pantry is empty." "Just think of it as fulfilling your obligation as a daughter and give us some money to live on, okay?" Both of them pleaded with such tearful sincerity that there wasn't a dry eye among those present.

The regret in his eyes was so thick I could almost taste it, a bitter, metallic flavor on the back of my tongue. "You're... you're with him," he stammered. "My father. You'd really choose him over us? Over our destiny?" "Our destiny died in the den, Kael," I said. I stepped back, the shadows pooling at my feet, swallowing the moonlight. "And as for your father, he doesn't just want my body. He wants my strength. He wants the monster you were too afraid to look at." I turned away from him, my heart pounding a steady, rhythmic beat of victory. The ghostly bond was still there, pulling at my wrist, but I didn't care. I would drag that tether behind me like a chain until it finally snapped.