( two year old Maria )
" That's the real me ," Mother whispers into my ear , her arms wrapped around my chunky form so tightly that only the faintness breath manges to raise my chest .
A cold stone rests amongst a gathering of stones right across our kneeling form .
Carvings of angels and then meaningless words reflect in the light of my green gaze .
" My mommy no stone ," I muttered, with a shaking head and a pouting bottom lip.
My breath is stolen completely when her hold grows harsher underneath a giggling fit.
" Oh sweetie, I meant the box rotting underneath the stone … the stone just marks my grave ."
She lets go of me after that and rises to her feet .
" Sometimes I miss the dead me ," The woman whispers.
" Your weirdo," I tell my mommy while picking up a small stone and tossing it towards the stone .
It hits the head of the concrete angel and mommy pokes me in the temple with a warning to show some respect.
I stick my tongue up at her and a ringing phone smothers the motherly annoyance burning within her lilac gaze .
She speaks in a forgein tongue, but the tension rising to weigh down her shoulders becomes more obvious with every hissed word spoken into the phone.
The phone slammed against the stone and mommy started disrespecting it even more with a gathered pile of rocks .
" Your weirdo , mommy ."
" Aren't you just a little smarty pants ."
I smiled up at her and told her in toddler english that I always knew that my mind was genius.
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Current time line ( teen Maria )
The house was dark and empty.
Creaking filled my ears as I creeped up the stairs .
I threw the door leading into my bedroom open , leaving a knobe to imprint itself against the wall .
A Darth Vader poster lost a fragment of his ebony helmet to a sizable gash in the material .
Ghoul … a ghoul had been here , my nose silently screamed at my mind .
" Guess it can't be a dream ," I whispered, picking up a photo taped to the halfway shut window .
A violet haired girl stood next to the albino form of my blood mother .
Mommy gaze stared off to the side with a glassy look to them .
Written at the bottom of the photograph in red ink is a simple message…a simple order .
Look after your sister for me .
Love , your long lost weirdo
I crumbled up the photo and slipped it into the coat pocket.
Maybe it would be useful in starting a fire later on .
Eating s'mores sounds like a great idea all the sudden.
My name is suddenly yelled from downstairs.
Kishou seems to have decided to take up the role of stalker.
My face burns a new shade of red and I begin finding great delight in the mental image of him being set aflame.
" Go away ! "
The words are ignored, with the stairs creaking underneath the weight of Arima's feet.
Locking the door with a sharp click , I released a sigh before grabbing a dress from the depths of the closet.
" let's go to a café or something if you're so inclined about hanging around ," I muttered, brushing past the young reaper while shrugging back on the coat .
" Know any good ones ?"
" There's Anteiku in the 20th ward ."
A smile twisted itself across my face and I warned Kishou that he better pay for the subway fare.
Mothers eyes are the first thing my eyes pick up on when we pass a girl playing with a jump rope on the sidewalk.
Besides the smell of a ghoul that had been haunting my nose ever since I wandered into that empty house .
" Having fun there ," I lightly inquired , the little demon's eyes burning with amusement at my question.
I want to throw those eyes into a pit of fire .
Mid jump the little demon laughs and slyly comments," You bet ."
That voice was the twin to the one that had named me a fool and sister .
My gut was hit with a sudden phantom pain at the resurrection of the memory.
From the corner of my eyes I studied Arima features to see if they held a hint of recognition for the little demon's voice .
Nothing was there , just classic cold eyes and a emotionless expression.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the street .
There would be time later to deal with that little demon .