Misami's Letter

"A monster: or at least that's what I thought I was. It's been a couple of years since I've left my home. Not that it really was a good one to begin with. There were the other children, whom I terribly miss, but there also was the struggle to take care of all of us. And though we loved each other deeply, there also was the constant struggle to get out of our situation, and to finally have a true family of our own. I know not of my parents, nor of what their fate is, but I do know that they simply couldn't have been human. Could they? To conceive and birth such a being such as myself, it's a plausible theory. One that has learned what it feels like to be shunned and ridiculed. One who knows what it's like to be a monster.

I left my home in the orphanage before the break of dawn, taking whatever I thought I could need. As a young teenager, I was hopeful of a new and more accepting home, one that would allow my monstrous ways to roam free. Yet, as the years went by, I learned that such a place was almost non-existing. Roaming through the country side, I grew from a bright eyed adolescent to a much different young adult. I'm almost ashamed to say that I was almost no longer a "human being". I gave in to the animal side of myself; hunting to survive and no longer using speech unless if it was for survival. There truly was no reason to speak, since me and my mouth understood each other, being the same being and all. If I even did speak, it'll probably just be screams of gibberish…And by this time, my monstrous mouth was much more mature as it grew along with me. It was the only thing that kept me alive in the wilderness…and I can say that I deeply am indebted to it, though I did think of it as a curse.

It was around my fiftieth year; though to me, I simply didn't realize the time that passed by, that I met her. A woman who would change my life forever and take me out of my savage path, replacing it with one of affection. I can remember it, though not as clearly. It was a typical day for me, and as usual my hunger was on the rise. And as usual, I made my way to hunt. However, I saw something wander in the country, something that I would have never thought I would ever see again. A human being, one who was dressed in a beautiful kimono, who was then, followed by two more human beings. Though I had thought of myself as a terrifying monster; that moment brought upon some sort of humanity to me. And of course, I was curious, and investigated. As I inched my way closer, I noticed that they untied their hair, and lay in the grass. One of them had a basket, and to my amazement, the three women's hair moved on its own, and helped itself to the food in the basket. My own hair floated and swayed in excitement, for this was the first time I had ever seen anyone who reminded me of myself. However, these people seemed…different. They didn't look like monsters; in fact, they looked very civil and beautiful. My second mouth ached with hunger as I watched and it made a growling noise. To my dismay, it caught one of the women's attention, and she calmly called out to me. I was shocked, and ignored her, thinking it was my imagination, yet she called out to me again. I appeared before her, for what reason I cannot say, a savage girl with hair hanging in the air, covered in mud, dirt, and wounds and by no means a human being. Yet this woman simply touched my hand, and wiped away the dirt and mud with a cloth. She called out to the other ones, "Come, sisters! Look. There is another one of us and a young one too. Quick, quick! Get her some water and help me clean her up! We shall take her home where she belongs."

I don't know how she managed to take me back with her, yet she tells me to this day that it wasn't easy. Her name was Manami, very suiting since it means love, beauty, and sea; her heart was truly a "sea of love and beauty". She brought me to their home, a small village which was filled with monsters, just like me. And the day that I came to the village, I was given a new name: Misami. Manami said it was a variation from Masami, which means "becoming beautiful", yet she said that I was already a beautiful Futa worthy of having "mi", which meant beautiful, twice. I learned that our species was called a Futakuchi-onna, a monster with a huge appetite which is because of our second mouths. I also found out that our species was only apparent in women, and there has yet to be a male Futa. I also learned how to write and talk again, how to wear a kimono properly and how to help do housework around the home. We were very traditional, since our "family" depended on the men to gather enough food and supplies to feed their hungry wives, mothers, daughters, and sisters; and the women were depended on protecting the home, and raising the children. It was the simple life, one that I admit I miss. Manami didn't just become a sort of mother to me, she became my teacher, and she taught me how to control and take care of my second mouth. It was a painful and difficult process to become a Japanese "girl" again, but it was worth it. I learned not only how to cook and take care of a family, but I also became trained in using my monster abilities to protect others and myself. The men in the village gave me lessons on how to fight with stealth and speed, and along with the Futakuchi-onna training, I was able to do both jobs.
Around the next fifty years I readjusted myself to become the proper woman, and most importantly, and proper Futa wife. For, just like every Futakuchi-onna, I had to get married and have children. I was going to accept this fate wholeheartedly, until another life changing thing happened. A new school called, "Monster Academy" appeared, and Manami gave me permission to go. I love my family, but I longed to know about other monsters. I never knew that there were other monsters other than the few enemies we had, and I wanted to learn. Perhaps then I would come back home, get settled, and teach my children what it means to be a Futakuchi-onna and whatever other species I come across.

And here we are. Looking back, I can't believe that I ever was the way I was, and to me I can only see the new woman I am today. I've met many friends here in this school, ones who both fear and accept my monster ways. And to be honest, I have let myself get sucked into the terrible habits of home, such as eating excessive volumes of food, and letting my hair and mouth go free.

Yet this kind of freedom is good...and not only that but this new bonus, this glamor item? It too is very helpful. Though I'm afraid if you're bonded to a second mouth that got you through fifty years or so of your life and has only grown louder and much hungrier, you can't really live in silence anymore. Such as that one time in the dungeon with the collar that silenced my mouth, and even that time in M.P.E. It just didn't feel the same anymore, to be "human". Thus I've learned that I have embraced my monster side, and I only wish to see my fellow friends embrace everything monster about them.

I am always grateful for the things that my new family and friends have done to protect and love me. And I can honestly say that I love each and every one of you back, times two if you include my mouth. I can only imagine that I was lucky to even survive the first part of my life, and when I look back, I shudder at the thought of being that savage monster whose mouth dominated her. If my friends and family thought I'm bad now, what would they think of me back then? I only hate to think.

But enough of the dread of the past! I have the scars to remind me of it anyway. Thank goodness they aren't visible when I walk the halls and whatnot. Not that I'm writing down where they are either. But to truly conclude...I am eternally grateful to all of you: my new family."


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Misami blushed a little at what she wrote. "Idiot! This is the most cheesy thing I've ever seen..."She picked up the piece of paper and tossed it in the trash. She was seriously red...how could she even think about writing such a letter? "Misami..." her second mouth murmured. She bowed her head, "I know...I'm okay." She walked out of her room and into the halls of her beloved school.

She'll show her appreciation someday...or until someone finds her letter.