I love Ib. I just recently played the game (thank you to Pewdiepie, for being the one to introduce me to it), and went through and got all five endings. Then I thought I'd check out the fanfiction for it, and well, I was not impressed. Such a small number! And most of the stories that were meant to be long never got more then two chapters in!
So, it inspired me to go for it, and try to write one myself. Let's see if I can get more than two chapters written (I should, seeing as I already wrote two).
But I'm kind of cheating, since my chapters will be short. Very short. But I should end up with a lot of them, in then end.
So, let's take this for a ride, and see were it goes.
Don't know if I need to say I don't own Ib or not, but I have to do that for all my Naruto fanfiction, so I'll do it anyways.
Disclaimer: Ib is not mine, and I gain no profit from writing this fanfiction.
Oh, it would probably be important for me to mention that this is based off of the ending "Together, Forever" ;)
"Sister, would you braid my hair for me, please?"
Ib halted in the process of combing her own brunette locks to glance over at her sister.
Mary was, as she usually was on any given morning, taking up the main space in front of the mirror.
She had always been obsessed with her appearance in a way that Ib had never been, and could never understand.
Knowing that Mary could easily see Ib's reflection in the mirror as well as her own, the brunette only nodded in response.
She made her way across the white tiles of the bathroom on quiet, bare feet. She used the same hairbrush that she had been using a moment ago to help separate Mary's thick main of yellow curls into three chunks. Then she set to work braiding as Mary rattled on.
"Thanks so much sis. You know that I want to look my best for today. It's going to be great! I've waited all summer for this, and now we're finally going into middle school!"
Ib only nodded in response, completely engrossed in her work.
When she was done Mary turned to her, a wide smile on her face. Her blue eyes gleamed with happiness.
"How about I braid your hair, too?" she asked, but didn't wait for a reply. Instead, she picked up the hair brush once more and set to work.
Mary had always insisted on them being the same, even if they were so different. She wanted the two of them to wear the same clothes, have the same hair style, eat the same foods. . . and in the end Ib always complied. She was a quiet girl, but not necessarily a solitary one, and didn't mind the constant knowledge that she would always have someone who, even though they were different, would always be there. And the sameness was just a way of proving it.
It helped that Ib knew Mary was just as afraid of being all alone as she was.