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My darling, what a poisonous flower you are

How does one define Fumikami Yuki? He is a mixture of things, cherry-picked from those he has come across in his lifetime to develop the person he is today. One might think that that is how children naturally develop with proper social development, but he didn't quite have that. As such he's decided to take the traits people tend to equate to him the most. Cute, Clever, Sweet, AmonsternopleasewaitIhaveafamily--[break][break]
A wolf in sheep's clothing.[break][break]
So maybe he was a bit of sugar and a little bit of spice? Mama always says that it's better to inhabit the traits of many than the traits of one, to slip into the person one needs to be, like a mask or a change of clothes. And Mama was always right in his mind. Did that make him naive, to trust her words so easily? Maybe, but Mama has never been wrong before. He would be dead if that were the case. [break][break]
Yuki tends to cling to the people he's made emotional connections with, and as such, has a hard time letting them go, like a tree digging roots into the ground, digging and digging and digging until it's impossible to remove him completely. He wants to be encapsulated by those he loves, and it may seem obsessive, but he doesn't think so. Being a frail child, he had very few people who would give him the time of day. So when they did, he vowed to keep them forever. [break][break]
Yuki is a poisonous flower, captivating in its beauty but to taste would be to clutch your own throat and squeeze until the breath leaves your body. [break][break]

Digging your roots deep into their hearts

Mama said that when he was born, he was born sick. [break][break]

"It happens sometimes, my little rosebud. But you will bloom into someone beautiful one day," she'd tell him, with gentle, loving kisses to his forehead and medicine that would leave his tummy in knots, curled into her warmth for comfort. [break][break]

Yuki was born in Osaka, Japan. He never knew his father, but his mother was his world right away. She was strong and capable and warm; a loving presence to turn to always, but the only presence for the first six years of his life. He was a sickly child, and that made schooling difficult when he was often being kept home to handle some sickness or another. His mother was always there for him (though he never knew how she managed to make the time), so he never had to weather it alone, but it was still difficult. Other children his age found him to be a prime target of bullying with his timid personality and soft-spoken nature. He wanted friends so badly but was always so scared to approach any of the kids his age. But then, he met them.[break][break]
Seicchan and Haru-chan, his best friends. They lived in the same neighborhood and found something in him worthy of befriending and oh, was he on cloud nine when they decided to make him their friend. They protected him and built up his self-esteem, and it was so lovely to laugh and smile with them, even if they were a little older than him. They never seemed to mind, and it made his heart flutter. Yuki was there for them in their times of need as they were for him, and for a while, he was happy.[break][break]
But like the sakura in spring, the montage of happiness ended and the wheels of fate began to turn once more. Mama announced that they were moving, far away, too far, and he would no longer be able to see his dearest friends. It broke his heart, leaving Seicchan and Haru-chan, who his young heart had come to care for in more than a platonic way. He promised to write and after goodbyes filled with gut-wrenching sobs and clinging to both his dearest friends, he and mama were on their way.[break][break]
Yuki couldn't remember all the places he went to. Sometimes they blurred together depending on how quickly they moved from one place to another. It was during this time that Mama told him the truth, about the family business and began to teach him in earnest the things she started teaching him when he was young: botany, more specifically, poison making. Mama was an assassin of sorts, poisoning bad men and women with her poisons. And the reason why he was always so sick was for immunity training. He was upset of course, at first, but this is his Mama and he knew she did it to protect him. Besides, he was eager to learn something she knew, to follow in the footsteps of the woman he idolized. [break][break]
He was a natural, his Mama found. Learning the ins and outs of poison making was easy for him, like swimming. She was there to guide him through everything, including his first assassination (he had cried and cried and cried until she taught him the trick. Bad people deserve bad things). It got easier over time and by adulthood, he had the finesse and careful execution that his mama possessed. Her pride in him made him feel good. At 24, he was recruited by the Aijiwau group, the same one his Mama was part of, and agreed, working internationally for them.[break][break]
During this time he never forgot about Seiya and Hotaru, sending them letters whenever he could. He couldn't even count how many he sent, even if it was hard to get them in return with all his moving. Currently, at age twenty-seven, Yuki has made the decision to move back to Japan, not only to work in closer quarters with the Aijiwau group but to hopefully rekindle the friendships he had to leave all those years ago. [break][break]

Stealing their breath with your vines

Height: 5' 6"[break][break]
Build: Slim and Flexible[break][break]
Tattoos: Blooming roses of red, black, and gold along the left side of his back, twisting vines throughout. It tapers over his shoulder and stops near his lower back. [break][break]
Piercings: Two in each ear. He likes dangly earrings the best. [break][break]