Remember the Past
Makoto shivered as the chill easily sliced through her thin pants and shirt, both soaked through from the rain. She'd already shunned the other's from this alley, she'd made it hers'. She looked around, finding a tattered blanket soaked in puddle near a dumpster. She uncurled her body just enough to tug the blanket to her. She winced as she saw her hands shaking, ringing the water from the blanket before putting it around her. It only served to add a layer for the chill to freeze through.
The seventeen-year-old brunette felt her stomach drop and jump and lurch inside her stomach. At her first step her legs gave out and she fell, hard and ungracefully, to her knees. But she stood anyway and slowly, leaning heavily against the uneven brick wall, she made her way to the main sidewalk. Few people where out, and those who where were dressed in heavy clothes and dry under large umbrella's. Makoto kept her head down and grunted as someone roughly shoved into her.
"Disgusting." The person grumbled as he continued past her. Makoto winced but didn't say anything, just continued her way down the street. Slowly, seemingly hours later, Makoto made her way to the 'Home for the Homeless' shelter. She gasped as she tripped on the icy steps. She looked up, blearily through the sheeting rain, and almost sobbed when she saw the chains, nailed boards, and locks across the doors and windows. The little strength she had still in her body faded. She collapsed on the steps, staring up to the clouded night and shining stars, the moon cast a ghostly glow across her dirty features.
"Haruka! Haruka, wait up! You're too fast! Haruka!" The blonde laughed as she slowed down and turned around.
"Hurry up Mako! Your so slow!" The brunette stopped running and pouted, tears in her eyes as she looked at her older sister. The blonde in turn stopped running and blinked. "Mako?" She tipped her head to the side and stepped closer to her sister.
"Your so mean to me Haruka! I'm sorry I'm not as fast as you, or as strong as you, or as tall as you, but you don't have to be so mean to me Haruka!" Makoto said as a tear slipped down her cheek. She turned and ran down to the river bank, away from her blonde sister.
"Mako! Mako, you can't swim yet, get away from the water!" Haruka yelled as she ran after the brunette, tackling her before Makoto got any closer to the water. Makoto sniffled a little and quickly pulled away from Haruka. Instead of continuing her run from the blonde she sat in the mud and wiped at her cheeks. Haruka sat next to her and reached out, holding Makoto's hand. "Sorry Mako, I forget you're a softy." Haruka said softly. Makoto nodded and sniffled a little. "Your really not that slow Mako, and you almost had me when we where playing yesterday. And see," Haruka stood them both up and put her hand between the space between Makoto's head and Haruka's nose, "your really not that short either!"
Makoto nodded again and giggled a little when she took her sister's arm in a playful hold. "Maybe one day I can be just like you, Haru!"
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The sights where bleary and the sound seemed to pulse behind her ears. No one seemed to notice the small blonde who stood, bleeding from her temple and tears running down her cheeks, amidst the raging of the panicking adults.
A pretty young woman with light brown hair, and an equally young man with blonde spiky hair stood over the blonde. The woman bent and smiled as she caressed Haruka's cheek. "Hi, Haruka. I'm your new mommy, and your going to be so happy with us." The woman stood back up and Haruka looked up as her new mother turned to another woman. "Thank you, for letting us have her. It's so sad that she lost her whole family. Don't worry, we'll take really good care of her."
"Mako? Where's Mako?" Haruka whispered as her surroundings faded and fell away, she fell into a hole of blue fire and melting shrapnel. "Mako!"
"Mako!" Haruka awoke with the foreign name spilling from her lips. It took her a moment to realize that her surroundings weren't that of a melting airplane, and that the hand on her back wasn't that of a concerned adoptive mother. "Michiru?" She gasped as her hand softly caressed her naked back.
"How are you feeling Ruka?" Michiru asked as she moved in front of the lightly sweating blonde. She rested her hands on Haruka's face, feeling to make sure that she didn't have a fever. Haruka smiled, grasping Michiru's hands and gently kissing her palms.
"Fine. A little shaken, but fine." Haruka assured as she smiled at Michiru. Michiru smiled at her and used one hand to smooth her fingertips across Haruka's cheek.
"Don't worry, Ruka. You'll find her. I'll go make us some hot chocolate, you get comfortable." Michiru smiled at her blonde haired lover as Haruka did as she said. Michiru leaned down and kissed her softly. She then got up, slid on her aqua cashmere robe and made her way downstairs to the kitchen.
"The only problem with finding her, though," Haruka sighed when Michiru returned with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, she smiled when she saw the marshmallows in her drink, "is I don't even know who she is."
"Ruka, you know who she is, just not what she looks like, or where she is." Michiru against kissed her lips. "Don't worry."
They fell asleep not long after, both comfortable and warm in there large bed while the rain pounded outside.