This is here because I have yet to become unlazy enough to make a world for my fanfiction
“Jump. I’ll catch you!” Her sister called up at her as she clutched the tree trunk with small trembling hands.
“B-but…” She called down, her voice wavering as she looked at the ground that seemed so far away.
“Just jump! Don’t worry!” the older girl commanded, throwing her arms out in a cradling position, never taking her eyes off her twin.
Up in the tree, the other girl watched her sister for a few moments before looking back at the tree trunk she was holding onto for dear life, then back at her sister. She gave a gulp, nodding her head hesitantly before letting go and allowing herself to scoot to the edge of the branch she was sitting on and slipped over the edge.
The sound of a little girls cries filled the forest as she rocked on the floor clutching her bloodied knee.
“Oh hush up!” Kimimaru reprimanded as she knelt in front of her sister to examine the scratches, her short bright hair brushing Ayame’s leg with every movement. “Stop being a baby.”
“B-but it hurts!” the younger girl wailed as if she were dying. Kimi just rolled her eyes at her sisters’ theatrics, reaching for the first aid kit strapped to her waist.
“It’s just a little scratch.” she said, pulling some supplies from the pouch, before promptly zipping it up to keep the items inside dry and away from the rain. She looked at the scrapped knee before starting to tend to it. As her sister started to bandage up her knee, Ayame continued to sob loudly. Once she was finished, Kimi checked the bandage once to make sure it would hold before patting the wound and moving to sit next to Ayame, her eyes catching on the fabric her little sister wore around her hips. “Your skirt is coming un-done.” She pointed out, pulling at the loose hem, the loosely tied skirt coming undone completely. “Move your bottom” she ordered, the little seven year old having as much power and eloquence behind her words as if she were ten years older. She shoved Ayame over when she didn’t move quick enough, pulling the blue skirt off of the ground and into her lap, and as she did so the fabric shifted enough to show the symbol imprinted on it. Narrowing her eyes she threw the fabric to the ground. “Why do you still have this?!”
“Because daddy gave it to me!” Ayame exclaimed rushing over to where the wet blanket she had been using as a skirt had landed, picking it up and holding it close.
“You don’t need it anymore!” Kimimaru stated following her sister and attempted to pull it out of her grasp.
“I want it though!” Ayame screamed holding fast, refusing to let go. Her tears started once more at the thought of losing the last thing of her parents that she had left; the paper flowers her mother had given her before her and her sister left had gone missing several months ago. “I have nothing of mommies anymore so I need this! If I have at least this they can find me!” In her young mind it fit together. Her parents didn’t die, they just had to go away and if she had their presents they could always find her.
“Just shut up and stop crying!” she screamed. “Father and mother are never coming back so get used to it! They’re dead! It’s been two years already! Enough!”
Ayame quieted down at the outburst, the sister that was always there for her, never a harsh word, yelled, no, screamed at her. She was struck speechless, even the tears seemed to freeze at Kimi’s words. She opened her mouth to say something, but not a sound came out so she tried again and again, Kimi just staring at her, an unfamiliar expression in her eyes. Frustrated that nothing was coming out, the young seven year old started to cry again, causing her sister to stand up with an angry huff. Noting the change in elevation, Ayame lifted up her hand so her sister could help her up like always, but instead the older girl looked at her outstretched hand for a moment before smacking it away. She gave her sister the same unfamiliar expression before she turned on her heel and walked away. Even in the rain Kimimaru’s bright red hair shone like a beacon in the darkness until she disappeared. Memories of braiding it, following after it assaulted Ayame’s mind. She had always loved the color, but now, seeing it go further and further away, she realized just how different it was compared to her regular black.
She realized that she had been left behind by the one person who she felt would never leave her. She felt so horrible, so alone, and she scooted herself back so that her back was flush against the trunk of the tree that started this whole mess. A clap of thunder sounded, causing her to tuck into herself more. Oh how she loathed thunder, for it reminded her how nothing good could come out of rain. Ame always rained, but thunder was only every so often. In the past two years since her sister and she had been sent to Ame, she could only remember one time when it had stopped and that was when her mother died, felled by Madara.
As she sat there, she felt so lost and she huddled closer to the tree on the soaked ground, trying to get warmer. She had to be a nuisance to Kimimaru, and as her eyes fell on the bandage on her knee she knew it just had to be true. Her sister was always so sufficient, while Ayame, well Ayame just followed after her in her wake messing things up constantly. As far as she remembered, she was always like that, and for the past two years she was constantly crying about their parents. It was enough to get on anyone’s nerves, let alone the “she of little patience” Kimimaru.
She remembered that trek from the hideout to Ame when they were five. Everyone was so busy, and the people who would have easily been able to transport them had already been killed, so they had to walk for a bit until they met up with the person who had been paid to take them the rest of the way. She remembered how hard it was, transferring to a new village at such a young age all alone. And she remembered being nearby to her mother that fateful day. If she hadn’t have been pulled back to safety she might have been able to help Konan instead of watch helplessly, screaming for her mother to look behind her. Images and memories started running through her mind as she clutched the blanket tighter, curling her body onto itself. Memory after memory after memory and in every single one her sister was there beside her, holding her hand, offering a smile, protecting her from everything the world could throw at them. And just like that, she feared that it couldn’t go back to that because Kimimaru never forgot, never forgave, never got over anything. One could just image what she would be like when she’s older.
Ayame didn’t know how long she was sitting there in the rain alone when she heard rustling, and then footsteps squelching in the rain soaked grass.
“Your hand.” came a voice, and Ayame’s head snapped up to see her sister standing there. She hesitantly lifted her hand, afraid that it would be smacked away once more, but instead her Kimi took it and hauled her to her feet. “Let's go.” She stated calmly as if nothing had happened. “It’s almost time for dinner.” At that she started walking and of course Ayame followed, noting that Kimi had yet to let go of her hand.