In this Fanfic, Rima and Senri write about their past. It's bloody, and sad. When I thought about Senri's character, it seemed like he was always talking in fragments. I tried to imitate it. Does it sound like him? Reviews are appreciated! SO PLEASE REVIEW! ^-^

I like this story better than my pocky stix story. What do you think?

~Crystal Cavern

The Harsh Reality

Chapter 1: Before our Beginning

~Senri Shiki~

Rima wanted me to write our past down. I am not a good writer, but I will try…for her.

Here lies my only memories for when I was four. I will quote them all, for Rima.

I was alone. Alone on that day, that horrible day. I was depressed. I was sad. Not only sad, but devastated. My life was torn away from me. My family, murdered. My friends left. They didn't care. Nobody did. At that time, I was hopeless. I was alone.

I hid in a dark alley, where nobody would find me, including that monster. That monster…

The human. Humans were monsters. Their blades that pierced through flesh. Their weapons… so deadly. Their mercy…none. They slaughtered Rirra and Momma. Like pigs. It was a miracle I survived.

I buried by face in my hands... and I tried not to cry. I was only four… it was hard. Painful.

I remember thinking about my sister, my fourteen year old sister. She was the one who always comforted me. She was pretty. Her hair rolled down from her face. Her eyes were bloodshot red. Her voice like wind chimes –soft…sweet…and beautiful. I even remember the way she always looked at me when I was sad. Her smile always cheered me up. She was nice. Kind, even. She was my sister, Rirra. I remember her well.

I suddenly understood why Rirra played hide and seek with me that day. She wanted to protect me, to keep me safe. She playfully threatened me to hide well, in the place she would least expect. She asked me if I would play this one game with her. I wanted Rirra to be happy, so I agreed. She promised she would find me…but she never did.

I hid in a maple tree. One with large, broad branches and a sugary smell. I knew it would hide my scent. The tree had many leaves, so I made a peephole, and made sure it had a good view of our mansion. I watched as Rirra walked around, searching for me in our garden. Thinking back, I think I was glad that Rirra hadn't found me after an hour. I could've bragged about it to her later, and she would have told me what a smart and cute little brother I was. I just sat in my tree and watched, but I regretted that three seconds later.

I heard a noise coming. At the time, I didn't know what it was. Now I know that it was a rifle bullet, traveling at a fast speed. I watched the mansion, and wondered what was going on. The noise continued, and I soon lost interest in it. Momma's sudden scream jerked me to attention. I looked in the direction the scream came from, and found myself trembling. I was suddenly scared.

Upon hearing the sound, Rirra ran back, abandoning me. I wanted to follow her, but my body couldn't move. It was too stiff from shock. So I hopelessly watched, and the hunter fired another bullet. Another high pitched shriek. That was the end of my sister, my wonderful sister, Rirra.

Then I jumped out of the tree, and started running. I didn't know where, and it didn't matter. I just wanted to get away. From there. That place with so many bad memories. That place filled with happy stories that had tragic endings. My first home.

As I ran, I cried. I cried for Momma, and for Rirra. They were so precious to me. It was then that my personality became like it is. I vowed that I would never be happy again… in fear… because life is filled with scary truths and harsh realities. Everything I loved got taken away from me. That's enough to make a person give up. I continued running, ignoring my cramps. I was fast, since I am a vampire.

I had no father. He left when I was born, so I don't remember him. Even if he were killed, I probably would not have been sad. Why? The answer is simple. I don't know him, and I probably never will. Nice guy, walking out on Momma, Rirra, and me. Especially when we needed him the most.

I ran on. I hoped the hunter hadn't seen me. Maybe he didn't know about me. He was scary. I didn't want him to find me.

Then I was back in the dark alley.

The hunter stepped out of the light, into the darkness of the little alley, and found me. My worst nightmare come true. He was the one who killed Rirra. so I couldn't forgive him. I had wanted revenge. He pointed his gun at me. He was not kind. And I was cornered. I tried not to cry, but my tears flowed down my cheeks and hit the floor. I wasn't embarrassed in any way because I lost so much that it didn't matter to me any more. I looked at him, and asked him a question.

"Why… did you… kill… Rirra?" My voice was shaky from the tears. I remember that part the best. My stupid voice. I was scared. I knew it back then and I know it now. My stupid conscience told me to run away. My mind battled it. I was trapped. How could I run? I was going to die, but I was prepared for that. As long as I can be with Rirra, I would be happy.

The Hunter stared at me, his eyes merciless. His eyes… They were so dark. So full of hunger for my blood. His face. It was covered with a white mask with red splotches of blood. The mask looked evil. It was covered in the blood of countless vampires. It sent a chill through my body. He wanted by dead body… because he hated us, just because we were vampires. That was my reasoning.

My four years of life were coming to an end.

Rirra… help me…