The Shinigami's Sister
Akira
It's been 7 years since I last saw you big brother. You left me all alone to fend for myself. I'm standing at your grave, placing a nice juicy red apple on your head stone. Your favorite, remember? I hope you're enjoying apples wherever you are.
It was a dark day as the cold dark clouds hid the warm bright sun behind them.
An empty graveyard filled with cold gray head stones.
The sound of thunder was heard, as a dark shadow approached one of the head stones, small bright crimson orb beside it.
It was a young girl, around the age of nine, dressed in baggy black cargo pants with the legs tucked into ankle high black combat boots. She wore a black long sleeved button up shirt with the sleeves rolled back to her elbows, showing the pale skin that seemed to give off an ominous yet beautiful glow.
Her face was the same shade, with the same glow. Soft pink lips were set in a frown as her beautiful golden almond shaped eyes glazed over with tears that were ready to fall. Her layered, waist length dark blue hair framed her face, and flowed like water down her back.
In her right hand, she held a large crimson apple loosely.
She looked at the head stone as a tear streaked down her right cheek.
There was a loud clasp of thunder and it began to rain, drenching her clothes and hair, making them cling to her small body, making it look fragile.
She raised her hand, placing the crimson fruit carefully on the head stone, and let her fingers feel the engravings on the head stone.
"Big brother." The little girl's voice said.
Behind the sound of the thunder and rain the sound of her voice tinkled quietly, sounding clear and light as bells chiming alone in the storm.
"I brought you another apple. I hope you'll enjoy it."
The rain rolled down her cheeks, mixing with her tears.
"I miss you… so much."
She looked at the head stone sadly reading the inscription to her self before speaking aloud loud again.
"It's been years and I still wish you were alive."
The wind blew her rain-soaked hair around. Revealed by the lashings of wind was that which had been hidden by her hair. A small sliver heart dangling on a thin sliver chain.
"Akira!"
A deep voice called the little girl, hearing the hurried foot steps and splashing coming. She looked to her left at a twenty-eight year old man came towards her.
He had short, light brown hair that had only a few hairs of gray. His eyes were a light gray with a few wrinkles on his handsome face. He looked down warmly to the little girl, taller than her four-foot-eight at his six-foot-one.
His clothes lost their color in the rain, though they hadn't had much of that in the first place. He wore a dark brown overcoat that stopped behind his knees over a black suit with a grayish blue tie. He crouched a little to talk to her as she blinked up at him, a lost puppy in the rain.
"It's time to go home, sweetie. We don't want you getting sick. Mommy's making a nice hot meal for us back home."
She nodded, following the man as they hurried to get out of the rain.
They got into the car, soaking wet, she in the back seat. They buckled their seat belts before starting the car and driving off to their home.
The graveyard was left empty as they left, closing for the night shortly after.
With no one around to witness the strange happening the apple that had been placed on the head stone floated into the air.
Hovering just a few feet above the ground, then, a rather large chunk of the apple disappeared, as if something was eating it. This happened again and again, more pieces of the red fruit seeming to disappear.
It was gone in seconds.
Authors Note: Thanks to Yami Yugi Alexander the 4th for letting me adopt this story, lets see if I can do it justice.