"Who am I ?"

Dont bother searching somebody like me
-Tokyo ghoul , unravel

Born to an unknown father and rather alcoholic and violent mother, Rivaille Meadow was raised with little understanding the meaning of love. At a young age, his mother, for little Rivaille's opinion is the best person in the world. At that time, his mother is hiding her true colours behind a smilling and loving mother's mask. She would doted on Rivaille, spending most of her time with him, teaching him how to draw, read, and write. She would also accompany little Rivaille to sleep, but not before telling him a bedtime story. Little Rivaille is all smiley baby during that little moment. His mother would tell her baby how his father looked like and how they first met. And that's that.  Little Rivaille thought his life is perfect, even without knowing much about his mysterious father. 

But it all changed one day, when Rivaille is only 9 years of age. After having a rather long and tiring day from school (being punished for not being able to read easy language [dyslexia-case],being bullied by his peers, pushed around by his seniors and often for his femenine appearance), that he saw his mother drank a weird looking liquid. There were a lot of bottles with cursive writing on it, and little Rivaille would just need to tiptoed so he could take a better look of it. Knowing he can't really read those fancy cursive writing that well, little Rivaille asked his drunken-state-mother about what she drink and does it taste nice. 

That's the first time Rivaille is slapped by  his mother for the first time. That is when his mother spat out abusive language towards little Rivaille. The little one just looked up at his mother in shock, his hazel eyes widen, tears lingering and placed his little hand on his reddened cheek. His mother looks very different. She looked like a monster. Abusive drunk monster. That night, that very night,in his bedroom, on his pillow he found a small ring, that seems to be glowing faintly. Little Rivaille wondered where this came from. Being innocent that he is, he smiled faintly, the pain on his cheeks doesnt seem to bother him anymore. Slowly and gently he cradled the little ring into his small palm.

"Maybe it's from daddy," little Rivaille would say out, wearing that ring instantly on his right hand. 

Eversince that incident, Rivaille doesn't talk that much with her mother. After he came back from school, he would always find her mother in the living room, drinking her collection of liquor, smoking some cigarretes and even bring some old man into their house. Looking at the dining table, Rivaille would let out a sigh, thinking he had to cook for himself again. Then again, Rivaille is bad at cooking. Whenever he cooks, he would always injured himself, and he will always treat his own wounds, be it little or big wounds, he would treat himself, without his mother's help. 

Things at school doesn't go good either, day by day he would get bullied by upperclassmen and friends at the same age alike. They would for his appearance, his inability to read their language, and for his strength.From time to time it became worst, the upperclassmen would hurt Rivaille with sharp weapons, especially a small penknife or razorblade. Rivaille is only 11 at that time, and he always keeps those problems to himself, bottling them up slowly until he lose it at the age of 13. 

His mother is talking bad about his father , and although he doesnt really know much about his father, it somehow irritates him when his mother is talking bad about a person who he doesnt know as much. And he wonders how could his father fell in love with a woman like her.

"Your father, little Rivaille, is one useless man. He fell for my looks and he didn't know the true colour of myself, yet he fell in love with me and we got married. And then we got you. But you are annoying as hell," his mother would looked at him with disgust, "Didnt you know how tiring it was to take care of you after i gave birth to you?" Another slapped plastered onto Rivaille's cheek. "You would cry and cry the whole night and your father is not even with me!" Another slap. "As you grow you would always ask me and bothers me alot with your questions!" A kick on his left leg, enough to make Rivaille fall onto his knees infront of his mother. 

"and i knew that your friends hurts you too, at school. You would often come back with those nasty cuts on your arm, on your face." He could feel her smiling, "Oh how i wish they would actually hurt you to death so that i wont need to take care of you anymore and find another man to with!" A kick on his stomach. "If youre dead by now, i wont be needing to take care of you," she threw a glass bottle of wine towards Rivaille, which he flinched a little as the glass shattered to pieces and cause bleeding on his head, "And i will just left your body here, at this place, for you to rot, alone!"

And he lost it. 

Rivaille charged at his mother, his hands wrapped tightly around her neck, his eyes furious dark blue, glaring down at his surprise mother. "Done talking now ?" he growled out, tightening his grip around his mother's neck once she wanted to talk, "Can't talk now huh?" he growled, his dull fingernails digged forcefully into his mother's skin. "Dont you dare talk about dad like that," he said out, his voice deep and dangerous. Noticing his mother's face slowly turned colour, he let go one of his hand, his other hand still in tight contact of her neck, his free hand now reaches towards the sharp shards of glass not far from him. 

"Have you ever feel how i am all this while? All lonely with no one to help me? No one to comfort me when im hurt, when im sick, when im sad, when im angry,"Tears lingered by the corner of his eyes. He pushed his mother towards the floor, doesnt move even an inch when his mother let out a small scream of pain as her back is pierced with countless shards of glass, the bottle which she threw towards Rivaille earlier.

"Oh now you know how to scream." He darkly stated, his hand tightened his grip around his mother's neck, while the other hand he aimed it towards her mother's head. "How about i kill you silently?" He suggested, ripples of water slowly formed around his mother's mouth and nose, slowly suffocating her from breathing. "See? You're quiet now mom, where's all those brave words you said to me earlier?" He grinned darkly, the hand which hold onto the shard of glass, slowly raised upwards, aiming carefully for her head, and is about to stabbed his mom before he is stopped by someone. 

"Child, that's enough," said that someone. Rivaille thought he is dreaming but.. he thought it was his father, because the warmth that surrounded  him that time is so familiar. It's the familiar sensation that accompanied him sleeping. "Child, let go of your mother, calm down, little one," said that someone once more. 

And Rivaille did calm down, looking at his unconscious-but-alive mother, but he felt no remorse. His mother deserves it. "Go and rest now, my child." The voice told him gently, and he felt his hair is being d gently, as if calming him down. The tears stopped long ago. And Rivaille, at age 13 that time, did as the voice said. 
 

教えて　教えてよ　その仕组みを
仆の中に谁かいるの？
壊れた壊れたよ　この世界で
君が笑う　何も见えずに 
-Tokyo Ghoul, Unravel-

The next day, his mom is nowhere to be seen, and Rivaille doesnt care anymore. She can go and have some disgusting y times with other elderly man. He looked at the ring on his finger and caressed it gently with a smile before noticing a necklace that he wore. Wait, he never wore a necklace.. Rivaille touches the necklace, dolphin pendant and he smiled, already knew who gave it to him. Maybe it's dad again? 

Before he take a step out of his house, he silently watches as a male walked towards him with difficulty. "Uhm.." Rivaille walked towards the male, after he locked his house, "do you need some help..?" He asked as he looked at the male with concern.

"Ah! Sorry! I'm fine! It's just the way i walk, Rivaille." Said the male. 

"Uhmm how did you--"

The male grinned from ear to ear, "Someone tell me about you, and I'm Grover, and like you, we are not fully humans," Rivaille grew confused and is startled by the sudden horse-like-laugh that escaped from Grover's lips. "Please, Rivaille, follow me back to your home. Our real home."

And that's when Rivaille found himself at the Camp Half Blood. 

Mr. D, who seemed to wait for his arrival, finally release a sigh of content upon seeing Poseidon's 13-year-old child arriving at the campsite safely without any injury.

"I've heard from someone that you, child, almost killed your mother," Rivaille can be clearly seen flinched at the mention of that, "But oh well, she kinda deserves that treatment," said Mr. D, shrugging his shoulders non-chalantly. Rivaille hide a smile as he nod a little timidly. 

"Nowihaveanotherkidtotakecareof," Mr.D muttered. 

"u-uh?" Rivaille blinked. 

"Nah~ Ignore him, he always grumbles whenever a newbie came," Grover said, sighing a little. Rivaille blinked before he suddenly remember the part where ripple of water formed around his mother's nose and mouth, and he blurted out, "Where is the water children's cabin..?" 

Grover once again let out another hearty laugh, "It's Poseidon's Cabin, my little friend." Rivaille blushed helplessly, he needs to learn more about Greek. Mr. D raised an eyebrow, "How did you know you are the child of the sea--oh. Okay," 

Rivaille blinked and looked up above his head, a trident shaped appeared before him. "Uhm..what is that.." he muttered out helplessly. But the warmth is familiar. He silently thought. 

Mr. D grinned, "Hail, Son of Poseidon. God of the Sea."

"Welcome back home, son of Poseidon." Grover butted in with a horsey grin.

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