Botan: Brother of Tsubaki

A Soul Eater FanFiction

Chapter 1: Memories

"I wanna play ball big brother!" Those words ring in my head like a bell. A dead broken bell. My emotions are stirred even when I think about it. Anger. Towards the crooks who took my parents lives… Confusion. I don't hardly remember my old sister or brother and I have no clue where they are. This is my story…

I heard those words when I was very little. I was 5 years old when I heard my sister say that to my older brother. I would sit on the porch of the backyard and watch my brother and sister play ball. With my mom… My dad was gone a lot… fighting kishin scum with the academy.

My father came back from the academy one day… I was about 12 at the time. He announced Tsubaki and my older brother, would be going to the DWMA soon and that he was retiring from the academy. He was finally home. That night was so much fun… Food was served, and friends were over. Lots of laughter. I couldn't think of a time when I had been happier.

My sister left before my brother did and he was going to stay one more night. Tsubaki left. Nee-san would leave tomorrow. I went up to bed and drifted to sleep.

Then all of a sudden… I learned that karma doesn't always act as it should. I heard a noise. My eyes flashed open. I slowly opened the door of my bedroom. Then… out of no where, Two bloody screams, One male and one female, emitted from my parents bedroom. My eyes got teary as I was thinking- fearing the worst.

I started walking to the door of my parents room. Right as I was about to open the door all the way I saw two things run out of my parents bedroom. Kishin. And a human? My brother? I saw an orange glow coming from the doorway of the other bedroom. Then flames burst out. The house was on fire!

I panicked, I turned around and jumped out the window into the stream. I hit a rock and everything started to black out. I floated away, and watched my house burn to flames. The last thing I remember is my brother jumping out the window…

But something wasn't right. Because my nee-san… he wasn't acting sad. He was laughing. Like a mad man.