From: miyashi Profile One: Yukishiro Enishi Hi minna! Written in class the other day, when I was feeling strange. I'll revise it sooner or later, when I figure out what exactly makes this so terrible. ________________________________________________________________________ Disclaimer: If I told you they were mine, would you believe me? -_-;; _______________________________________________________________________ Finally, we're in Tokyo. Through the large glass windows I can see the setting sun. Sister beloved. My dear sister. I remember well the day you died. Cold. Everything was covered in a blanket of white. Cool snow. You've always preferred that over stinging hot, intrusive weather. It was beautiful. Delicate. Like you. Yes, it was a lovely day when you died. You. died. Sounds so final, doesn't it? But I know you're alive. To the whole world – (to *him*!) – you're dead. Dead as a doornail, as those crass Westerners would say. But to me you're not. Yes, sister, you're alive! Does that come as a surprise? I can see you. You're smiling. Always a smile, for me alone. But they'd say I was crazy if I told them. Oh, no; not to my face --no one would dare!-- but behind my back, when they think I'm not listening. Me! Insane! Isn't that funny, nee-san? [he laughs] They don't know that I'm the only sane person in a world full of deranged bastards. All of them. They won't believe me if I told them you were alive. And so it will remain our secret. They don't deserve to know anyway. Our secret. I like secrets. I'm sorry. What were we talking about again? Oh, right. Forgive your sillybrother. We were talking about the day you died. (such a pretty pretty day snowflakes i remember the sweetly dancing snowflakes) I arrived too late; but a look, a glimpse is enough for me to understand everything. Everything. The quick forward thust of the blade. Towards you. Into, and through. The blood spilling out your chest and mouth. His face. Was that stricken disbelief in his face? No, no possibility. Had those been tears glistening in his eyes? No, that was only the fleeting shadow of falling snow. No matter what the truth was. He killed you, didn't he? Oh, I know. I recognize the pathetic subterfuge that bastard used to make himself appear less like the murderer he was. *Is*. Don't get me wrong. I'm really glad that you're here, beside me. But I wish you... I wish you could hold me, tell me everything's fine, that everything was just a bad dream and it will all go away. That he had never been involved in our lives, that he had never been born in the first place. I wish you were more... Alive. Oh, I hate him. Hate him as you do, possibly even more. You want me to take revenge on him, don't you, nee-san? You want me to make him feel every single stab of pain I --*we*!-- went through that day, fifteen years ago? Fifteen years! They say time will ease all pain. That's shit. Do you know that? You should, you know. You of all people should realize that. Nothing could ease the agony of that unhealed scar. Dealing with such pain every single day, stabbing again and again and again and again… I think he understands that as well, though probably not as fully. Do you know, sister, that he still carries the cross scar? That's *some* consolation. I am going to take revenge on the man I hate most in the world, my mortal enemy. I've formed the perfect plan. I'm not bragging. You'll see. Soon. _____________________________ Author (Author wa? Oro?!)'s notes: I hate this, it's so melodramatic. ::sigh:: It's as weird as I am! Comments very much welcome. But, I'm still not ready to be flamed, so don't, please. I know it's bad, but practice makes perfect, ne? Miyashi --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- GRAB THE GATOR! FREE SOFTWARE DOES ALL THE TYPING FOR YOU! Tired of filling out forms and remembering passwords? Gator fills in forms and passwords with just one click! Comes with $50 in free coupons! Click Here ------------------------------------------------------------------------