(AU where Midori doesn't escape his mother and is forced to live with her; Midori never meets Ikari and Hokori)

I GENUINELY HATE THIS AU BUT IM SO EVIL

"You won't tell a single soul what I did to your father."

So I didn't. However the burden of knowing what my mother did...It was crushing me. But I couldn't say a thing. I was her perfect, beautiful, and respectful daughter. To say such words would go against being a lady. Men don't like women who blabber nonsense. Especially about a "crime" like this one. So I never spoke of it. We'd move away to High Star City, and get away from it all, taking on new identities and forging new ID's. Mother was insanely skilled at that, for she had connections. I never thought to question it. It is unladylike to be snoopy. Mother had dyed her hair and gotten facial procedures done, as well as change her name. She did the same for me, however I was too young for such surgeries. Mother looked as though her skin would fall off if she were to get more lip filler. Of course, I was the heiress to my father's fortune, but the money wasn't mine. I was simply a bank to her. Nothing more. It is unbecoming of a lady to be greedy. How hypocritical of her. One day, I had come home to mother on the couch with a man I did not know. This was Rocky Arlo, her new boyfriend she had met out on the town. I didn't mind Rocky, but he wasn't even close to a replacement of my father. He and mother didn't mind me often. I often got in trouble for having basic needs, such as hunger or bathing. My primary caretaker was Rosalyne, a kind old woman who lived near us. I went to her house often without discipline, for mother didn't care where I was when I was in trouble. She'd feed me, all three meals, give baths...I'd go back home to sleep, though. This continued until I was eleven, which was the same year Rosalyne passed away from her old age. I couldn't stand living with my mother, always so neglected and starved. I had enough. One night, she and Rocky left to go to a party of sorts, not even bothering to find me a babysitter. So, I cooked for myself. A decent meal. She had come home to me eating, and was furious. The sting from the slap she gave me still remains. I bit my lip until it bled. It is unladylike to cry and make a scene. Rocky had attempted to diffuse the situation, but failed. I was locked in my room, missing school and everything else. The day after, Rocky was gone. Not a single thing left behind. It wasn't long before he was labeled as "Missing". Do I believe mother had something to do with it? Absolutely. Do I say anything to the police? Of course not. For my fourteenth birthday, I was sold to older women by my mother. They were professors for a prestigious girls' academy. They raised me into a proper lady, fine as silk, beautiful as a pearl. I was married off at the age of nineteen. I didn't care for my husband, nor do I care to remember his name. Currently, I am twenty-two years old. I have four children, three sons and a daughter. Am I happy with my life? Well, that's not for me to decide. I don't get to choose how I feel.