"I'm sorry!" The four year old cried, his sister two years older then him and twice his size. He was a small child, she wasn't sure why, he was pale, silver hair like the piano teacher, he was also very frail. She was griping his small arm tightly, the riped teddy bear in the other. He cried, she being stronger then him, clawing at her hand. "I didn't mean to really! Please sister! Let go it hurts!" He cried tears running down his face. She forgot angered by the destroyed toy, a gift from her father for her birthday. It was her favorite. She let her brother play with it so she could get him to leave her alone. Like every child, he ruined it. She forgot, her strength and his frail small body, forgot that right now she was actually hurting him. She forgot he was young and didn't understand.

"You broke it!" She cried letting go, he cradled the injured arm to his chest the arm she griped, a reddish purple bruising quickly on his pale soft skin. She raised her hand to hit him but froze mid swing. He was sobbing tears running down his face leaving salty lines and falling from his face, his small green eyes red rimmed. She looked at the fear on his face, the fear of his older sister.

Her arm dropped to her side. She remembered, she remembered his love for her, how he followed her around learned from her. She remembered how he helped her with homework, his IQ high for his age, reading books beyond her level. She remembered how he was attached to her. There parents so busy with there rich life, she and oddly to her the piano teacher, were the only ones ever to show him love. She was the one making him cry, she injured him. No reason behind it just anger. The toy fell from her hand and she wrapped her arms around him crying herself, not in pain such as him, in apology.

"I'm sorry Hayato, I shouldn't have reacted that way.....I'm so sorry." She whispered, he continued his crying. This day never left her though all her killings, and fights. She always remembered his face the tears and the pain she caused over a toy.

She saw the face now, he didn't see her sitting near the wall behind the castle. The face was the same, the piano teacher he loved so much died on his birthday, driving to visit. The boy cried at the loss of the only other person besides herself to show him true and real love. She knew why, though she knew, he didn't, and she didn't plan on telling. Telling that her father killed the woman for being the mother of Hayato. Her father lied to her, and her brother, and now she couldn't say what was true. Tell him that it was his mother, tell him the truth, she did what she knew best. Walking over she sat behind him, not caring if her stockings got dirty, she wrapped her arms around the boy, older but still much to small for his age.

"I'm sorry Hayato...." she whispered "I'm so sorry...."