Title: Broken Memories
Author: TokyoMewtwo
Summary: The Sohma family can't let anyone see their true colours. They already took a risk with Tohru, but there's been a second threat ever since Ayame, Shigure, and Hatori were eighteen. The same little package that had been delivered to them then takes a swing at them now, but what will she bring to them this time?
Authoress's Note: My name...is actually Icilyce34...but I can't get back into my account! Someone hacked into it and changed the password...so here we are. I'd like to point out that I have an entire notebook of this, and I'm just now getting around to uploading. So, here we are!
She sat upright in bed, panting and trying to keep from screaming. She glanced around in the dark. She heard a creak and stiffened, biting her lip simply because that scream sat on her tongue, threatening to come out.
Golden eyes peeked through the crack in the door, glancing around before finally resting on her. How pitiful she must look to the observer, sitting straight up in bed with her blankets wrapped around her like a cocoon. Panting to try to catch her breath, staring at the figure in the doorway with widened brown eyes. Afraid and alone.
The person took two steps closer, pushing the door open with his shoulder. She held her breath as he kept moving towards her. Closer and closer he came until he reached out his hand...and turned on the lamp on the nightstand.
The eight-year-old girl relaxed and smiled at the silver-haired male in front of her. Ayame. He smiled back, glad she wasn't so afraid.
"Aaya-kun..." she whispered, tugging softly on the strand of silver that fell in front of her face.
"Did you have the same dream?" Ayame asked her, to which the girl nodded. He sighed softly. She really had never gone more than three days without having that nightmare. It changed each time she dreamt it, but still managed to terrify her.
After all, how many times can you watch your mother die before it ceases to scare you?
His pale hands brushed against her cheek. Slowly, the young girl snuggled into the covers until all Ayame could see was her face peeking out from them. His fingers tilted her chin up until he was close enough to kiss her cheek. "Sleep well, my little darling," he whispered, before turning off the lamp and leaving.
Just Ayame's presence seemed to ward off her nightmares for the rest of the night. When she woke up in the morning, she reached for the photo album underneath her pillow. After flipping through it, she slipped three pictures into it before closing it. She opened the door and padded downstairs, where her two other guardians stood with Ayame. She promptly tackle-hugged all three of them, not caring about the consequences because she was alone. Alone together with them.