"I get it, you're upset. But aren't you taking this a little to hard?"

Ametsu looked over her shoulder to see the so called 'pesky older brother', who stood in the doorway.
"Shut up."

Hadoru walked up along side her. "Ame?" he paused.
"You shouldn't mope about him. Go outside!" Smiling, Hadoru sat beside her. Ametsu looked up, out the window at the clouded sky.
She frowned, "I thought you said it was 'beautiful'." Hadoru didn't fully understand what she was referring to, until his eyes caught sight of a raindrop, clashing on the windowsill.
"That's right..." he sighed, "you hate the rain."

The two were immobile in the presence of the darkened room. Peering out at the blackened sky.
Hadoru's arm wrapped around his sister's shoulders, his dull gaze out into the world distracted his mind from reality.
The rain looked so heavy and hard as it fell to the earth, that Hadoru had almost ignored a droplet of water that touched his hand.
Is the roof leaking?
Glancing down at this sister's face, to see tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I hate this weather." she whimpered.

Hadoru's sympathy couldn't be simply shown, he had to see his sister's hellish ways die first to a level of such sorrow.
Ametsu pulled away from hadoru's embrace trying to regain what happiness she could reach for in this moment.
"I have seen so many events that afterward the gracious and easy heavens that hang above us, would brake down to shower us with remorse and grief. Showing pity. to the face that we must be exposed to an atmosphere that can experience
some of the cruel mischief of demons." she paused, stood up and made her way to the door.
Ametsu acted as if her hand was glued to her cheek, adding "Like when that snake--!" Her clenched fist expressed the rage that mauled her joy and laughter.
Hadoru remained at the window, he glared out at the window. Staring past all else into the forest.
He added a reminder of the ' old man's ' death. and asking the same old question. "Has he received the payment for all the misery and destruction his sick and twisted ambitions brought?"
As usual, ametsu shrugged off the question and left the room.
Downstairs she stood in the daytime storm cloud darkness. Just an inch from the dim white light that shone on the kitchen floor through the curtained window.
On the floor, lay the old mask she once wore to cover the 'imperfection' casted upon her face. A lined with her lips, on the lower left side of her face.

A mask she used for the sake of guarding who she was. Too small for her face, the black mask is only useful as a memento of her bitter and resentful years of her youth.

Fiction: 03/07/09 | Posted By: Ametsu the Ninja | 4 comments | Original Anime and Manga