This is a story for @linkykins' OC Natsuki. If I didn't get some backstory right, I apoligize. I'm also sorry about the quality. I had to cut it short since I was supposed to give a song but my mic quit on me :') Anyways, here is the story. When I was younger, I thought my life was perfect. I didn't see the poverty, the way my parents counted the money that was barely enough for the three of us each night. All I knew was that I had a family. That was more than I could say for some of my classmates. For my seventh birthday, my parents somehow managed to get me a violin. It was obviously used, its wood beat up and battered from years of use, but it was mine and I loved it. That was the last gift they gave me. Mom got sick first. It wasn't bad, she just had a cough. Then the cough got worse, until every rattling breath was pain incarnate. I can still hear her hoarse voice coughing and then calling out in a strangled whisper for water, water. After a week of this, we found out that it was contagious when my dad got it. He went downhill even faster than Mom. I may sound callous, but I have to be. It helps. In the span of a fortnight, I was an orphan. Our neighbors took me in. I loved them, but they weren't my parents. They were kind to me though. When I tired thirteen, they got me a new violin. It must have cost half of a years salary. I hated it. Don't get me wrong, it was a quality violin. Not a scratch on it. Beautiful woodwork. But I couldn't let go of the one my parents had given me, although it was really too small by then. I remember carefully setting the new violin in it's case and only getting it out when my adopted parents asked me to play something for them. It was too stiff. Too formal. I was restless in my second home. As soon as I was old enough, I signed on to be a squire. I didn't really enjoy it, but it was fun enough. I made a few friends, and I was introduced to an amazing weapon: the katana. Oh how I love my katanas! I'm a knight now. Natsuki Sutura, knight. Sounds great right? My parents would be really proud of me. I know they would. And I still have the violin they gave me ten years ago. It's much to small for me to play now, since it was meant for a child, but I can still see memories when I hold it in my hands. And when I play my new violin, I can feel everyone I love all around me.
Natsuki owned by @linkykins Story by me.
