I'll Be Gentle, Don't Worry :)

Thus, she explained her not so great past in detail.

Before her father's company bloomed with success and wealth. 

They were a family with average financial income, though that didn't last long as his father's company came to hit the wall as more financial issues bit him one by one.

Under constant stress and issues, he became unstable either psychologically and emotionally.

On one night, after Aya helped her mother prepare for dinner. Her father came back home.

She was a sharp child. She noticed something wrong when her father arrived at the dining room.. Her father's hair was messy, his skin was soaked in sweat that it could reflect the light.

He even opened the door with no greeting and was now kneeled, his four limbs were on the floor as a sign of fatigue slowly appearing as it ruled his body.

"Honey, what happened to you? Are you okay?" Her mom who clean the kitchen utensils quickly washed her hands and quickly stopped what she was doing.

"It's over, it's over, it's over!" He yelled in fear as he covered his ears. His pupils shrank until the point of a pen. Sweats dripping on the floor.

Her mother crouched down as her heart was in great pain when seeing her husband like this.

Aya approached her kneeled father, "father, are you okay?" Her cute voice entered his ears. Somehow eased him up, however, at the next moment. As though demon took control of his body.

Just as his wife was about to touch his back to console him and simultaneously asked.

"Dear, is something wrong? Is there anything we could help?" 

He slapped his wife's hand that was an inch away from his back.

His wife's face turned pale as her body jolted backward. His slapping force was stronger than he anticipated. He was scared yet the demon in his heart get the better of him.

She was surprised by this yet it last short. Her instinct kicked in. At this point, her daughter will get the next blow.

She quickly grabbed Aya and embraced her as she became her guardian angel.

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault!" Aya's father went to the dinner table and threw everything on it to the floor, to the wall. 

He tossed a ceramic plate with food above it to the TV.

Crash!

A crack was formed on the tv as the plate turned to little fragments. The food scattered, some fell to the ground, some remained on the tv screen. Some white rice for instance didn't fall to the floor.

"Because of you! I have to work my a** off and sacrifice everything I like!" His voice was deafening that made Aya's skin shivered. Noticing the shivering of her daughter, her mother tightened her hug.

The floor faintly vibrated when he shouted.

Before her mother could say anything, her father grabbed a mug and flung it with everything he got to the floor.

As a result, it broke to many little pieces. Some even hit Aya and mostly hit her mother.

The floor formed a small crack with fragments of the mug around it.

"And not only you doesn't thank me. You want much more from me? Do you think I'm a slave? I'm a human!"

"Honey! I beg of you please calm down! What are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about? Don't think that I'm a fool. I know you always feel ashamed whenever I get my salary. You think I get that money as easily as grabbing a leaf off a tree?

"Do you know how many employees were fired? Do you know how many of them worked overtime with low salaries? Yet you're here simply in the kitchen, saying that I'm not working hard enough?"

He paused for a brief moment to take a quick breath "give me a break!" He grabbed the chair as he spun his body, taking advantage of his spinning momentum, he opened his palms as the chair crashed into the wall.

Bam!

It wasn't heavily damage, only one of its legs detached due to the great force.

Aya's mother shivered as she imagined that her husband would throw one item in her way.

"Mama…" Aya murmured with her shaky voice, tears about to raining down from her eyes.

The air of the room became tense.

"Both of you are parasites! Nothing's good from the both of you aside from eating me alive! Is it that enjoyable to see someone slowly dying? Then why don't you kill me here, right now?"

"You're wrong!" Her wife yelled as her voice cracked. It cost a lot of courage to say those two words. 

"Then tell me one useful thing you had done!"

With her trembling hands and her racing heartbeat, Aya's mother can't think straight. Random thoughts rushed into her mind while she focused on searching for the answer.

Aware of her silence, "see? Nothing!"

"Parasite! Parasite! Parasite! Parasite!" Each word he yelled. It was accompanied by loud bangs, thud, crash and shattering glass.

Fear completely took over the two people. Aya wanted to run away from this monster. Her body kept spamming danger. Her mind repeatedly echoing the word, 'parasite',

Her mother couldn't do anything as her main priority was to protect her precious treasure.

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"Aya. Can I torture him?" Narukami changed his direction as he turned his body to the opposite way.

Although she opposed to the idea he had, she was rather happy. That man indeed needed some kind of punishment. 

Torture him wouldn't be enough but even though she liked that idea a lot. She can't bring herself to do it.

"No need, senpai! No matter what he did in the past, he's still my father!" Aya hurriedly grabbed his sleeve to slow his pace from reaching her father's company.

He was a vampire, it was, nonetheless, vain. His strength was like she expected, super human. She exerted her full strength to slow him down to which her action was futile. 

Should she do this to an average person, they would slow down!

Limiting their movements, if not. 

Aya could be seen being dragged. She moved most of her weight to her heels, slowing him down as he kept walking.

Pointless was the result. From the beginning, she realized this would be the result, still, nothing wrong to try.

Aya really wondered why when she hugged him a few minutes ago, he seemed troubled yet at this moment.

She pretty much did the exact thing, but still, wasn't as effective as she thought.

"Senpai, please cool your head!"

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle when I torture him."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'll cut his balls and shove it into his mouth. Then make him eat his little brother."