A/N- I saw this disclaimer on the story Crimson Eyes, and it's the best one I have ever seen so I have to use it ^-^
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"Hey, Azami, time to wake up!" A girls voice called through my paper door. "If your not out in five minutes, I'm coming in." Footsteps walked away.
I pushed my covers off and sat up. My room was sparse, just a bed, dresser for my clothes, and a painting of flowers on the wall. I got up and walked over to the wooden dresser and got out a black spaghetti strap shirt and navy blue jeans and got dressed. I opened the door and walked to the bathroom down the hall.
I grabbed my brush and started untangling my pink hair, carefully avoiding my horns. A tear welled up in my eye as the brush caught on a tangle and sent a shooting pain to my head. I spent another five minutes in there, fighting with my hair.
I finally left the bathroom, smiling at my win, and walked to the family room, where everyone was sitting around our table.
"About time." Said a lady with short brown hair.
"Sorry, Mom, I had a bad tangle." I sat down, next to my sister, Nana, and my cousin Mayu.
Nana was like me, but her hair was short and she was much older. Mayu was also older, near Nana's age, but she had short brown hair.
"Yuka, we don't mind waiting, now do we?" My father said. He too, had short brown hair.
I have no idea how me and Nana got our pink hair, and when I asked, they didn't answer. I shook my head so I could focus on eating.
"Thank you Dad." I smiled at him.
He clunked down a bowl of rice in front of, eliciting a glare from Mom, and I dug in. everyone was looking at each other, but not me. It was always the same, they got sad when they looked at me, they don't think I notice, but I do. It made me angry because I never did anything to warrant this reaction from them! I finished as fast as I could to get out.
"May I go?" I asked. Dad nodded.
I walked out of the depressing room and walked over to the grandfather clock in the hall. Staring at it always seemed to calm me down. I sat down and sighed, watching the pendulum swing. I wish I could tell them…about the hands. No one could see them, but they're there. I had four of them, and, after some testing at night, found they reached 7 meters. I remember my 6th birthday four years ago, Nana asked me if I felt different somehow. I told her no. I mean, she's nice and all, but she's like them. I've had my hands as long as I can remember. I really do want to tell them, but something holds me back.
The clock gonged, startling me from my thoughts.
They're talking about you. A voice said from inside my head. I shook my head, disgruntled. Then I got up and walked back towards my family, to prove the voice wrong. But, why was I tip-toeing? I stopped near the door, still hidden.
"How come she hasn't shown any signs yet?" Dad asked.
"Vector's are as unique as the person. It's possible they havn't appeared yet." Nana said.
"How do we know she isn't hiding them? She not only uncannily looks like Nyu, but stares at that clock. She may have some of her personality." Mom replied.
"I can't deny the ways she's like Lucy, but I would feel her if she had awoken." Nana said.
"Yes, so we shouldn't be worried. Nana's a Diclonius and she turned out just fine." Dad interjected.
"Kohta, I just don't want another incident like what happened to your family." Mom said.
Incident? Diclonius? I felt my face scrunch up as I tried to understand.
See? The voice said again. They are hiding things from you. Not even your family trusts you.
No. I shook my head.
Yes. They only keep you around because they pity you.
No! I shut my eyes and grabbed my head.
They hate you.
"Stop!" I yelled, falling to my knees. I didn't want to believe it, but I knew at least some it was true.
"Azami!?" I heard them call.
"Azami, are you all right?" Dad put his hand on my back.
"I'll get you some water." Mayu said, running off.
"What's wrong?" Nana grabbed my hands.
I looked into her concerned eyes. "No…nothing. I just fell and hit my head." I smiled at them. She stared at me intensely for a moment.
"Ok." She said. I gave an inward sigh of relief. Does she know, I wonder. No, of course not. I saw everyone around me visibly relax, which only perplexed me more.
"Here you go!" Mayu said as she came through the kitchen door. I took the cup and took a sip.
"I'm going to lay down, my head hurts." I said as I got up and walked to my room. I shut my door and locked it, then put my cup down. I walked to my dresser and grabbed my purple bandana Dad bought for me when I turned 5, and put it on, hiding my horns.
What were they hiding from me? Why do they look at me with such sad eyes? Why?! I bit my lip.
I opened my window and jumped out. They never knew when I snuck out, because the house was so big. I always went to see him when I needed to get away. Today was no different. I walked across the lawn until I reached the 7-foot fence, where I used my…vectors, I guess they're called…to propel myself over. I landed on my feet, using my vectors to slow my fall. then I ran until I was on top of a hill away from the house.
What I liked about the hill was that there were pieces of old ruins, and it had old stairs leading up to where I was now. I sat under a tree and waited for him to show.
"Hey!" A voice called just a minute later.
"About time, Hideyuki. I've been waiting for hours!" I exaggerated, glaring at him.
"You lier." He said as he pulled on his black bangs, as he always did when contradicting someone. Hideyuki stared at me with his blue eyes for a moment. "What's wrong?"
I sighed. "Is it that obvious?" He nodded. "Family." I told him.
"Again?" He plunked down next to me.
"Ya. I know they're hiding stuff from me." I hugged my knees.
Then make them tell you. Just a little pain and they'll tell you all you need to know.
My eyes widened.
"It wasn't that bad an idea, was it?" Hideyuki's voice brought me back.
"Uh…" I blinked rapidly.
"Ok, ok, you don't have to do it then." He held his hands up.
You don't trust him.
Yes, I do.
Suddenly, I was surrounded by darkness, and I saw myself, staring at me.
Then why havn't you told him? I couldn't answer. What do you say? You want to know about yourself, right? The other me spoke to me. I can help you.
I bit my lip and looked at my feet. They didn't know how hard it was to not know and have those sad looks directed at you.
Ok. I looked up and she hugged me.
The familiar, foresty environment came back to me, but not quite exactly the way it was. Blood was soaking into the dirt and stained the leaves of my tree, and was splattered across pieces of stone. I looked around calmly and saw the pieces of Hideyuki strewn about, who else could it have been. I heard wailing and noticed a large chunk of him. His main body. I walked over to him, bloody sand sticking to my shoes. I stepped over an arm and stopped next to him, staring down at him. He was missing both his arms and a leg.
"A…Azami…" He wailed.
Don't be afraid. You wanted to know what you were, this is part of it.
One of my vectors reached over and grabbed his head. He must have felt it, because he started crying even harder. I pulled. There was slight resistence, but his neck gave way with a wet, ripping sound. Finally, there was silence.
I started walking away, no second thought about what had just occurred. I didn't know where I was going, but I just wanted to go.
The sound of crunching under my feet brought me to my senses.
"The beach, huh?" I said to myself.
I sat down in the low tide, cooling myself off in the midday sun. behind me was the sound of cars, rushing to their next destination. I frowned at the thought of them.
"Excuse me, little miss, aren't you supposed to be in school?" A deep voice said behind me.
I turned my head just enough to see his blue uniform. Great, just great. I stared daggers at him from the corners of my eyes.
"Go away!" I growled.
"What's wrong?" He walked towards me.
All four of my vectors raced to him. One grabbed him by his neck, crushing his windpipe. Another stabbed him through his chest, bloodying the pristine beach. The other two grabbed and tore off his arms, so he couldn't fight back. Not that that would help any. I looked back to the ocean as I threw the body pieces into the water. The tide rolled in and washed away the blood.
