"Onii-sama." Her voice cuts through the silent room like a clear blade. Her dull and lifeless eyes stared into space.

The two siblings cuddled against the corner of the pitch black room. The only source of light being the moonlight through the window. The light illuminated the girl's straight, long, red hair. They are the same shade as her brother's, the only difference being his is spiky.

The older of the two ran his huge hands through his sister's smooth hair repeatedly as though he was soothing a crying child. However it was just his force of habit. His sister did not need soothing this time. She might have witnessed a scene that could make any child her age break down and cry but she did not. For some strange reason she had expected that something like this would happen. She had prepared her heart for it.

Of course this is not something that you could get over easily even if you had planned it. She had took someone's future away, someone's life. Not only that, she took the life of someone that was tabooed for her to take. Even at her tender age she knew it was terribly wrong. It was something that even the lowest of criminal would not have attempted. Something that the scums of the underworld would not have forgiven her for. Yet she did not feel guilty. She did not regret her actions and would gladly repeat if time were to be reversed. The only thing that bites at her heart now is the thoughts of the only person she cared about. The wood splinter that digs into her most vital organ. She had to know the answer to this following question because if it were as she thought, her world would collapse then and there.

"Yes?" He replied softly.

"Am I wrong?" She asked like an innocent child would.

Her brother looked down at the child lying on top of him. Her palms gripped tightly against the shirt on his chest but she showed no signs of crying. She was simply innocently confused. A child is innocent when they are born. An infant is as pure as a piece of white paper. She was no different. No young child could be blamed for their mistake because what they become is what the parents drew on the piece of paper. Their parents had decided to paint the picture of the devil himself on both of their pure white paper. They had shaped and formed the siblings into ugly little monsters based on themselves.

As he grew older the paint brush disappeared from his parent's hands and appeared on his own. He could alter himself according to what he wanted to be. He had seen enough of the world to know that the world he is living in is wrong. It is wrong for kids to live in such a condition. It is wrong for a little girl and boy to see such gruesome things in front of them. It is wrong for his 10 year old sister to want to kill herself. Everything around him was plain wrong. However in the young eyes of his sister who had seen nothing but wrong, wrong had become normal. Wrong had become right.

No, he could not blame her for anything. She was still not old enough to know what is right and what is wrong. She had seen her parents solve their issue using violence. That was the only way she know how to solve an issue. In her world if there is no blood, nothing is resolved.

Her brother laughed. "No, you're not in the wrong. You did well my dear sister." He gave a smirk and continued to stoke her hair.

She smiled widely at the sound of his laughter. Now her biggest concern is gone. "That's a relief."

The two stayed in silence again. It was one of those deafening silence that screams at you to talk but as much as he would love to hear his sister's crystal voice, he kept quiet. There was too many things going through his mind and he had to deal with them first.

Now the two were truly alone in their lives he had to take charge. He is the older brother, the head of the house now. He had to plan their life out. What to do from now on? He looked around the plain house that brought by not many fond memories. They could stay in the house, it would provide them with sufficient shelter. Or they could leave the bad memories away and start anew. His mind was weighing between the options when a picture of his sister flash across his eyes.

It was a scene that happened a few months back. His sister was looking at a brown stain on the wall. Her arms wrapped tightly around her body as though they could shield her. Her body was shaking and her eyes were wide with fear. "Onii-sama if I am a good girl I won't bleed anymore right?" She had asked him. At that time, he did not know what to say. He could only block her form staring at her blood stain on the wall by giving her a hug and hiding her face in his chest.

No, there was no way the two could stay in this house. There were too many incidence, too many reminders and too many painful memories. There was no way he was going to see that fear in her again. She is his precious sister. She is the girl that live with him through thick and thin. She is the only girl who could make him smile. She is the only one who had a position in his dead and barren heart. There was no way he was going to let anyone else hurt her.

Now the question lies in where would the two go? The village was not safe for them. They hated the siblings. They despise the children of the whore and the alcoholic. Their parents were trouble and so were the children. The dirty little kids that would only corrupt their own. No, they were definitely not welcome in the village. They had nobody that would be willing to help them. He once again remind himself, they truly only have each other.

There was one other option in their life. It is one that will bring them great danger but great adventure as well. It would be a great opportunity to show his sister what the world outside would be. She could escape this hellhole and finally get to breathe the air of freedom. They could do whatever they want. The more he thought about it the brighter the option seems to be. It might just be the choice that change their terrible godforsaken lives for the better.

"Do you want to go out to sea?" He asked his sister.

She lifted her head up at the sudden voice that destroyed the silence. Her face looked towards her brother's and tilted slightly. "What do you mean?"

"I was thinking we should leave this island and live a life of freedom on the sea. Forget about the worthless villagers, forget about the rules and do what we want." He clarified.

Her eyes widen at the possibility. It seems to be a miracle that such an option is available. To leave all pain behind and just... live!

She smiled widely at the idea. "Can we?" She wanted to make sure. She wanted him to confirm with her this is not just some joke, that he would not just laughed it off and tell her such opportunities only appear in fairy-tales.

He nodded and brushed her long red fringe away from covering her eyes. "Of course we can! We can make our name on the sea, leave our mark in the world! We will become stronger! Very strong. So strong that people will quiver in fear just by hearing out name! Nobody would dare defy us. We would never allow anyone to step over us Eustass again!"

She giggled loudly before tilting her head slightly again. "Eustass?"

"Yeah! Eustass. She was never much of a mother but I would prefer Eustass to the name of that trash." He replied.

"Eustass Kidd, Eustass Kiri. It sounds wonderful!" She beamed. "We would be the new generation of Eustass, a stronger Phoenix that rise from the ashes of a chicken!" The two laughed at the insult the 10 year old made to their long dead mother.

'She's right.' Kidd thought 'We would be stronger. We would let others know of fear. If that is all that's necessary to protect her for everyone else.'

"Onii-sama, should we bring the body out before it starts to smell like the last time?" His sister's voice brought him out of his thoughts.

"That won't be necessary." He said as he gave her a light pat on her head. "We will burn this place down first thing tomorrow morning."

'I would gladly be a monster. For my precious little sister, for Kiri.'