By Yasha-hime
Ren is
mine. Mine, and no one else's. To whom has he always turned when his
injuries have needed caring for? Me. To whom did he come as a child when he
couldn't sleep for fear of death? Me. Whom does he ask to help
him, even with simple things like towels and milk?
Certainly
not you, Father.
You have no
claim on him, even though he's your son. I've begged you to free him, and you refuse. You simply can't understand Ren's heart the way I do. Even when I explain it to you, you can't see
it.
"Father,
Ren will lose."
Yes, my Ren
will lose to that boy. That Asakura Yoh
you think so little of, Father. You
simply don't understand. You taunt me
and say I'm weak, and it's true--but in this way, you're even weaker than
I. You'll never understand the power
that boy has in his open, trusting heart.
Am I
jealous of him?
Hell,
yes. I hate him. I hate him for being able to do what I never
have. I hate him for having the power
to care so strongly for everyone around him.
How is a
mere sister to compete against that? I
can already see my Ren retreating from me. I don't know what the future holds, but somehow I know that Asakura Yoh
will be the guiding light to my Ren. He
will be the driving force that will win my Ren free of this tomb we call our
household.
Not
me. I will never accomplish the thing
to which I have dedicated my entire life. Now that Lee Pyron has been taken away from me as well, my world is
empty of meaning. You've finally
trapped me in your vicious web for good, Father. Hate and anger are all I have left to feel.
But I won't
let you have my Ren. If it costs me my
life, my Ren will be free, even if he leaves me behind. You must let go the things you love the
most.
I learned
that from you, Asakura Yoh.