From the moment he laid eyes on her he knew she had to be his. She looked so broken and vulnerable standing in the dark hallway.
'She's perfect' Yuuya thought to himself, as he looked down at the small and feeble teen. She was too busy wiping away some tears to notice his penetrating gaze on her. 'She will make the perfect little sister...' His trembling hand reached out to her. She didn't bother looking up.
"onee-chan.." she wept defeated.
A manic grin spread across his face. 'yes, that's right, Yuka...' his arm began to snake around her shoulders and he rested his chin on top of her head. She unconsciously leaned into his warmth; she didn't even mind that his shirt was covered in fresh blood. His body was a comforting sensation after all the torment she had endured.
"shhh, it's ok..." He whispered in her ear, as he gently squeezed the vulnerable girl into his possessive embrace. He stroked her head, almost lovingly.
'Your onee-chan is here.'