When Kagura was a child, she never saw the sun, though her mother would tell her about it sometimes. The sun was a round, warm, beautiful circle in the sky, that was what her mother said.

Everyday, Kagura would wait outside the slums where their house rested for her father to come home, and everyday it would rain.

Instead of watching out for his sister or looking after their sick mother, Kamui would often go out looking for fights. He would always come home covered in blood that wasn't his. Seeing this, Kagura would tremble, and her mother would cry. The two of them couldn't wait for Umibouzu to come back to the dilapidated shack they lived in, even if it was too damp and too cold to be healthy, and too small to be happy.


The young girl in the yellow rain coat who waited for her father on the muddy steps was not a new sight. She held her little purple umbrella in her hands, a shield against the rain, as her hands took turns being warmed by her cool breath. Even as she shivered, she refused to move, because she was waiting.

Finally, she heard it, "Hey, Kagura." Smiling, she spun around, and ran into her father's waiting arms.

Upon seeing her husband returned, her mother seemed to gain a little color back in her hollow cheeks. A slender hand reached out, quivering, to hold Umibouzu's heart in her hand. He reached out and held her small hand in his own, surprised and saddened by how small it had become.

Unfortunately, this happiness could not last.

"Saving mere apes?" snarled Kamui, once he'd managed to force his father onto the topic of saving worlds, a sadistic smile on his face. "Father, you once were a proud warrior of the Yato tribe, how can you debase our blood this way?"

Enraged by his words, Umibouzu savagely replied, "Do not speak to me of debasement, boy. Our blood makes us strong, but it need not make us beasts. I refuse to bow to my instincts."

Having heard what he had wanted and expected to hear, Kamui enter a fighting stance."If you will not bow to your instincts… then bow to me."

And that was it. The irretrievable words that destroyed a family were spoken, and everything came crashing down. From behind the counter, Kagura shivered as rage contorted her father's features and her brother took on the likeness of a demon. In a charging sweep, swift than a bullet train, Kamui stole the arm of their father and all of their happiness. Blood poured from the wound, soaking into the dirt the way rain would pour from a gutter.

A roar of pure rage, not unlike that of a lion, ripped itself from Umibouzu's mouth as he charged forward, gripping Kamui around the neck and pinning him against the wall with enough force to leave an Amanto sized indent in it. Kamui's head slammed backwards, disorienting him. Just as Umibouzu, his senses lost to him, went for a killing blow, Kagura ran from her hiding place behind the counter, and begged, " Stop Daddy! Don't hurt brother. Stop!" She pounded on his legs with her small fists until Umibouzu released his son. Without even stopping to gingerly rub his throat, Kamui fled from the house, ashamed at his loss, but caring nothing for the tears of the sister who had spared his life.

Out of shame and fear that he might one day lose his youngest daughter to the allure of violence or to his own hand, Unibouzu fled as well, diving into his work until he could barely remember the responsibility he'd left behind, and leaving Kagura to take care of her dying mother, alone.

The rain falls and the rain's like glass because its cold and it cuts the little shards of her soul that haven't been cut yet when it falls and her father doesn't come home. He needs to come home because her mummy is sick. He needs to come home because she misses him.

He needs to come home because mummy is dead.

And the rain keeps falling.


A/N: Hey, PrincessofChina, I hope you like this.