A VERY short story by me…no affiliations with any manga…

Silence of the Heart by Dmitri Chuikov

"James…here, take this picture of me before you go! Put it in your wallet…I encased it in a layer of translucent tempered glass and put it in a small frame just for you," said Sara through tears.

James fingered the small glass-encased wallet print and smiled. Placing it in his brand new military uniform's chest pocket, he patted it. "I'll keep it…you close to my heart always."

Stomping away, he stepped into the waiting military jeep and zoomed off.

"Unni. (older sister)" said the small girl, Laura. "Yes, Laura?" asked Sara. "Where did James Oppa (older brother) go?" asked Laura. "I want to see him." "He went off to war, Laura, he's going to fight for our country." "Will he come back?" "Yes, I hope so."

James rolled along with the convoy with a M4 Assault Rifle in his hands. He was glad to know he would be returning back home a day from now. He marched along, feeling the rocks and gravel beneath his feet, and stared boldly into the burning hot sun.

Fwissh…BOOM.

James coughed and sputtered as the cloud of smoke cleared away to reveal a burning Truck. Looking up, he saw a terrorist carrying an RPG.

"ALLAHU AKBAR!"

James opened fire, round after round falling out of his rifle at a steady rate. He did not see the RPG man aiming his pistol right at his heart…James felt a blow and fell onto the ground.

I'm….I'm not dead yet?

James coughed, feeling at his chest, then cut his glove slightly with the touch of broken glass. "Crap," said James. The picture.

Sara walked calmly back to her and James' house with the groceries in her hand, whistling a lively tune. A shadow slipped past behind her from one alley to another. Dropping her groceries, Sara turned around. Then feeling eyes burning at her back, she slowly turned around….to see Laura standing serenely in the middle of the path…with a pistol in her hand.

James pulled the picture out, to find that the bullet had pierced the center of the picture-her head.

Sara screamed. "Laura, what are you doing?" Silently, Laura lifted the pistol.

James bent down and laughed a sigh of relief. "Saved my life!"

Blam. Sara crumpled to the ground, blood forming a pool around her.

James stepped off the plane, glad. Driving up to his house, he jumped out and yelled. "Sara!" The air hang silent with a murderous air as he walked into the courtyard. The place looked astray. Laura walked into the courtyard dragging a body and a pistol. Turning around, James raised an eyebrow…then stopped short and screamed in his heart…He approached the body and stared.

It looked like Sara. IT WAS SARA. WITH A BULLET IN HER HEAD?

Laura just stood there and smiled. Raising the pistol, she shot James too. "**** you all."