Ahem. So another story.

I would not recommend reading this unless you have read past Volume Six of Kamichama Karin Chu. Downloads available at Syuura.

I have recently gotten a handful of bad reviews. Normally some weak pathetic excuse for a writer would whine about it and stop writing because someone wrote her/him a bad review, but an actual writer would just suck it up and continue writing. Which is what I'm doing.

There are exceptions though. Some stories are terrible, and don't deserve to be on here unless the person really learns how to write.

The main point of view is from Karasuma Himeka's view, or Rika, as some of you may know her.

Oh. And most important, I believe. This story is NON-ROMANTIC. NO ROMANCE. So for you romance seekers, you're out of luck.

Enjoy~

~Random-tan~


When my brother died, I was only ten years old. He was only seventeen, and not even out of high school yet.

I didn't understand death so much yet. But I hated God, for taking away the ones I loved. Why did Kirio-chan have to leave me and Kirika-chan here? We want Kirio-chan here. Nothing felt right.

My sister, Kirika-chan, didn't take Kirio-chan's death lightly. She was shaken, and I would often find her crying in the bathroom, her face in her hands. Sometimes I was afraid she would leave me too.

"Kirika-chan," I once asked her. "Are you going to leave me too?"

She sniffed, and seemed to smile a little bit. "Oh Himeka," she whispered. "I'll always be there for you."

"Promise, Kirika-chan?"

"I promise, Himeka."

That promise was so long ago. I turned eleven, and as I was nearing my twelfeth birthday, Kirika-chan was quite cheerful. None of us had forgotten about Kirio-chan's death, but we figured we had to continue on with life-Kirio-chan was watching us, right? He would want us to be happy.

But I was wrong. The night I had thought that, Kirika-chan suddenly collapsed in the kitchen, the bowl of oden she was holding clattering to the floor.

"KIRIKA-CHAN!" I screamed, and ran to her side. She felt so hot...and her breathing was labored. I was suddenly gripped by a memory-one long ago. An afternoon when Kirio-chan suddenly collapsed in his office, his skin sweaty with fever, his breathing short and quick...

No! I shook my head, and grabbed the telephone to call an ambulance to take us to the hospital. Kirika-chan won't die! She promised to me!

The ambulance came, and doctors began to take care of Kirika-chan. It pained me to see her hooked up to all these machines and needles. I began to hopelessly sob. Kirio-chan! God! What are you doing? Kirio-chan...why is this happening to Kirika-chan?

At the hospital, the doctors diagnosed Kirika-chan with the same symptoms as the ones Kirio-chan had had, but without a disease name. Our family doctor, Higuchi-sensei, looked pitifully at me. "I'm sorry, Himeka-san," he said. "It looks like Karasuma Kirika-san's chances of survival is less then 50%."

"No!" I cried out. "Doctor...please save Kirika-chan! P-please! Sh-she can't die!" We'll be together forever, Himeka...I'll always be there for you!

"I'm sorry, Himeka-san. She might pull through...but she already has a weakened immune system."

"Shut up! You're useless! You're all useless! Why can't you save Kirika-chan?!" I screamed, and ran out of the hospital ward, with the nurses and doctors all crying "Karasuma-san!"

Why, Kirika-chan? Kirio-chan! God! Are you just laughing at us? I'm all alone now!

I reached home in tatters. The fact that it had started raining and my clothes were dirty and soaked added to the fact that I was crying my heart out.

"Nee...chan...nee..." I gasped out, tears streaking down my face. "Nobody can save Kirika-chan...nobody can save Kirio-chan..."

Himeka. A voice. I tearfully got up, wondering who was in the house. If it was God to spirit me away where Kirika and Kirio was, I wouldn't object.

Himeka. That voice again! "Who's there?" I asked, my voice shaking.

I've done something terrible to your siblings. It's because they were involved in the Kamika. I'm your father, Karasuma Kirihiko.

"Ehh!" I cried, not believing what I was hearing.

I did experiments on them when they were children...if I was brought back, I would be able to save them.

"What?" Half of me...wanted to believe Otou-sama. H-he would be able save Kirika-chan...and maybe even ressurect Kirio-chan. But the other half of me was screaming "Himeka! This is a lie! Don't believe him!"

Normal doctors can't save them. But I can, Himeka. Your Otou-sama will definitely be able to save them.

"So..." I whispered. "I-If Otou-sama is brought back to life...I can save Kirika-chan?"

That's right. I'll find a solution to everything. Go to the past, Himeka! Resurrect me!

I decided then. If Kirika-chan and Kirio-chan would be able to come back to me...I would follow whatever Otou-sama told me to do.

Kirika-chan...I'll help you. I'll save your life! I won't be alone anymore. And then, maybe the promise we made won't be broken after all.

Aha~ The end.

I hope to see you all again~

If you decide to review this story, I accept all reviews, including flames. x3

~Random-tan~