~~~Zarina and any characters you do not reconize are mine! Anything else belongs to Daisuke Satō.~~~
Zarina threw her duffle bag over her shoulder as she headed for the door. Her hand clasped the searingly cold handle. In a split second she shot down all the reasons to stay- there were none! She did not belong with her great aunt in America. Not when she felt her sister needed her.
"If you go through that door, there will be no turning back."
She turned, her dark braid flinging over her shoulder like a whip. "And what would you have me do, Auntie? I feel it in every part of my being that she needs me." Her sliver eyes narrowed as her great aunt gave her a look. "I would die for her! I would gladly prove to her that I am not the favorite! I just got cursed with being born first. She is my sister, and she needs me! I am leaving!"
"You are just like Uyoku. My nephew is an arrogant, stubborn, hard headed, and ruthless person. The only person who beats him out of the water is you. You better leave now if you don't wish to miss your flight." Her heels pounded against the marble flooring as she neared Zarina, "Make sure I do not lose you for nothing! Go! I made sure your transfer papers went through to her school."
Zarina turned back to the door. As she twisted the knob she was interrupted once more, "Za-za, you are your father's daughter while your sister is a decent mixture of them both. Never forget that."
Zarina nodded once. She never looked back as she forced open the door to the blinding sunset. If she was lucky, she would make it in time. For the first time she prayed. 'Luck… please be on my side…' With a deep breath she forced herself out of the door and into the unknown.
Sorry this is short. I have this plot bunny whacking my brain with a Katana, so I had to get it down. I will eventually continue on it when college will give me a break… Please review and tell me if you are at least a little interested. :)