disclaimer: I own nothing accept Hanako and Yukiko belongs to Kai

Home Sweet Home

"AHHH!" The shriek of a girls' rang through the cool night air. Inside the seemingly cozy cabin in the woods, on the outskirts of a village, unspeakable horrors were going on. A young man, perhaps in his late 20s, stood over the still body of a young, maybe 12 year old girl. Her short black hair clung to her blood and sweat drenched face. Her mismatched eyes glared steadily up at the man, defiant at everything he did.
"Wench… Scream!" He brought his foot back and kicked the girl in the stomach. With a strangled cry the girl brought her head back, tears leaking through her closed lids.
"SCREAM!" barked the man, bringing his foot back and kicking her again.
Finally, a ragged, hoarse scream ripped through the girl's vocal cords.
The man, satisfied, turned to look at the girl's twin sister, whose crimson eyes were wide with horror at her sister's treatment.
"Yukiko…" The man said softly, making the girl look up. The horror changed to fear as she clutched at the front of her white, bloodstained kimono. Her bubble gum pink hair stuck to her face as she began to back away form the man.
"H-Hanako…" She whispered fearfully, casting a glance to the still girl on the floor. The answer Yukiko got was a backhanded smack delivered from the man. She bit back a scream, wanting to be as bold as her younger sister.
"Yuki… you know you can't hold it in…" His hand was at her throat immediately, strangling the poor girl. She wailed and kicked, trying to get away. The man smirked.
"It's futile to try and get away…" His knee met her middle, making her finally scream, the high pitched sound sending a wave of pleasure through the man. He let her drop, as the girl's vision blurred.
"Hana…" she croaked weakly, blindly reaching out for her twin, who was so close, yet so far away. Her hand never reached the still girl, as her fingers were crushed under the mans' boot. Another shrill shriek echoed through the cabin. The man, feeling unusually companionate, decided to end the girls suffering quickly. Yukiko was out before the boot even connected with her skull.

2 years later
Two figures, as sneaky as mice, crept out of the first story window of their cabin. The older one, Yukiko, stared back at the only home they knew. Some home. Rage flickered across her features as she spat towards the house. The younger twin, Hanako, looked back at her sister.
"Yuki! Let's go! This is our only chance to escape!" Yuki looked back at her sister.
"Oh... uh-huh…"
Hana frowned slightly at her sisters quietness. So far, itd been nearly two years since Yukiko had stopped speaking. The only sounds heard from her usually, were whimpers and screams at their father's beatings. Hana was proud to say she still refused to scream. The two hurried their footsteps, as to get far away from their childhood horrors. They carried nothing but the clothes on their backs, having no material possessions to really call their own. The sudden sound of a door banging open forced them to look back, seeing that their father had found out they were missing.
"WENCHES! GET BACK HERE!" He roared; bring memories of the last 14 years rushing back to them.
"RUN Yuki!" Called out Hanako, grabbing her sisters hand as they raced through the forest, dodging branches and tree roots. Yukiko struggled to keep up, her legs had been horribly maimed the night before, and it pained her to run. But again, the determination, mixed with the fear of being caught, caused her to go on. Suddenly, she fell, hitting the dirt ground hard. Hanako stopped and turned back, helping Yuki to her feet.
"Hurry! He's gaining." Yuki nodded and struggled along.
"Hana…" Murmured Yuki, her voice barely above a whisper. Hana looked back,
"Let's spilt up… he can't find both of us at once…" She whispered. Hanas heart wrenched at the thought of leaving her injured sisters side, but nodded, knowing that there was truth in this.
"Alright…" She muttered reluctantly, letting go of her sister. Yukiko smiled and turned, watching as her sister continued to run. She turned to face the man that filled her nightmares. He slowed to a stop, grinning maliciously at the girl.
"Yuki… you always were a fool." She glared angrily.
"And those eyes of yours… they're what caused your mother's death!" he brought his hand up, but before he could hit her, a sword connected with his middle, making him fly backwards. Yukiko, confused, turned to find her had saved her. In the shadows she could barely make out red hair, and a crossed shaped scar on the man's face.
"You will not harm this child, that you will not," Said the man softly, although there was a dangerous tone added into his voice. Yukis father, stood, clutching his stomach. He, however, was no fool, and knew better then to tangle with a swordsman. Reluctantly he drew back and fled.
Yukiko turned, her face smeared with dirt from the fall, her kimono stained permently with blood.
"…thank you…' She said softly. The man turned, and by the light of the moon Yukiko could seem him better. His long red hair was fastened into a low pony-tail, and his violet eyes danced with good nature.
"You are quite welcome Miss, that you are!' Yukiko giggled at the strange way he spoke.
"What are you doing out here so late?"
"Um… running away form that man…I have no where else to go…" muttered Yukiko, bowing her head.
The man blinked,
"Oh? Well…I suppose you can stay with me, that you could…" Yuki looked up. She did not trust men, thanks to her father, but this man seemed nice enough. She nodded,
"If… if you insist…"
A little further away
Hanako ran blindly, though she could not hear her father's footsteps anymore, she continued to run. Suddenly her small body connected with something warm, .something alive. Now on the ground, she stared up at who she had run into. The Young man smiled down at her, his blackish-brown hair swaying slightly in the wind. Hanas lower lip quivered slightly, wondering what was to become of her now.

But, despite these thought she stood, bowing ever so slightly.
"Sorry…" She muttered, turning to look back at where she'd been. Where was her father? Had he not followed her?
"What are you looking for?" asked a soft voice. Hanako jumped, turning to face him.
"Oh... uh... no one…" She lied, plastering a smile to her face. The smile never left the man's face, and Hanako couldn't help but wonder if this guy was right in the head.

"Soujiro! What did you find?" commanded an older man's voice. The man, revealed as Soujiro, turned,
"A little girl Shishio-sama."
"LITTLE? I'm 14 I'll have you know!" shrieked Hanako, outraged. Soujiro looked to her in slight surprise at her outburst. A man, wrapped head to toe in bandages stepped beside Soujiro, making Hana look at him quickly. A 'what… the hell?' look crossed her features.
"…Mummy man?" Shishio twitched, while Soujiro hid his snickers behind his hand.
"You know… most girls would run screaming in fear that the sight of me…" He hissed.
Hanako stood her ground, a bored look crossing her features.
"I've seen, and been through, worse. Besides, I scream for, nor fear no man!" Hana spat.
Shishio glared slightly,
"Quite a mouth you have on you, little girl."
"I am NOT little!" Hanako shouted again, glaring angrily.
"You have a name, girl?"
"…Hanako. It's Hanako, why?"
"Flower child? Well… nice to meet you flower child."
"SHUT UP! My mother gave me that name, thank you very much! I won't STAND for anyone calling my flower like my dad!"
"Speaking of which… where is your father?"
"I hope he's in hell."
"Not a very good relationship I'm guessing…" Muttered Soujiro, the smile still on his face as he watched the young (not little!) girl.
"Well, duh it's not a very good relationship! … Aren't you the boy that used to sell rice a few cities down?" Asked Hanako curiously, cocking her head to one side to study the man.
Soujiro's smile faltered ever so slightly.
"Nani? No, I'm afraid you have me mistaken with someone else." He lied, the smile back in full bloom.
Hana twitched.
'Damn the infernal smile!' she thought, returning her attention to Shishio.
"Now then… if you don't mind," she growled, "I'll be on my way…" She pushed pass the two, but didn't get very far when a woman picked her up, hugging her.
"You're just so adorable! Shishio-sama! Can we keep her?"
"…Yumi… she's not a DOG! She's a human child!"
"But shes all alone out here!"
Hana struggled to get out of Yumis grip.
'I think I was better off with the other two!' she thought.

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