Kikyo's Journey
By: Ice
~ Kikyo's Big Sister ~
After my mother had a miscarriage, life was like hell at home. Every little thing that went wrong, from bad harvest to uncooked meat on the dinner table, it was all because of ME. Father would continually punish me whenever he could find a reasonable reason. Most of the punishment came in verbal abuse, where he would curse continuously with one breath, take a deep breath, and then start over again. The second most common form of punish was physical beating with a rod. I began to hate my father, not understanding why he hated me so much.
My mother could not do anything to help me. She wanted to protect me, but she was still recovering from the accident. When I cried due to father's punishments, I would go to mother. She would try to comfort me, telling me that she wasn't angry with me at all, and telling me that father still loves me because I'm his only daughter. I wanted to believe her, but if father felt anything towards me, it definitely was NOT love. More like hate.
Because my father constantly punished me (most of the time, it was a hard beating), I always tried to stay out of the house. I would go off and play with Takeshi, Ichiro, Yuki, and my brother Renjiro. My brother knew what was going on in the house. Heck, he lived in it. He told our friends, and they always tried to cheer me up. And although I successfully forced a smile out each time, they knew it was a false one. This went on for quite a few months.
Apparently, rumor spread that my father was beating me relentlessly, and the villagers who saw my sullen face whenever I came out confirmed the rumor (at least to them it did.) The rumors soon reached the ears of Hana, Yuki's eldest sister.
One day, after my father had beaten me relentlessly, I ran straight to the river. Collapsing by the shore, I began to cry. Suddenly, I felt myself being enwrapped by two slender arms. The person hugged me close. Smelling the perfume this person had on, I knew it was Hana, for her perfume always smelled like cherry blossoms. "Sh…" She whispered to me. "Don't cry. It's okay." Her words only made me cry more.
After about thirty minutes of crying, the tears finally ceased. I looked up at Hana, who had stayed with me the entire time. She smiled warmly at me, and then helped me off the ground. Hana suggested that we take a walk. She held my hand, and the two of us began walking around our village. Around every corner, Hana would point out something interesting to me or comment about something in a funny way, that at almost every corner I laughed. Each corner held a new surprise, joke, or question. Whenever Hana asked me a question, she would wait patiently for me to answer, regardless of how long I took.
When we had walked around the village, Hana and I went back to the riverside and played pretend. Hana was to be my older sister, and I was to be her younger sister. We played all day. By the end of the day, I had felt as if Hana was really my older sister. Together, we watched the sun set.
"Kikyo-chan," Hana said, facing me. "Do you feel better now?"
I nodded. "I'm so happy Elder Sister is with me!" I had replied.
"Elder sister?" Hana asked in surprise. Then she smiled. "Alright then, I will be your elder sister, but you will have to be my happy and cute little sister, Kikyo-chan. Then, when you don't feel good, you can always run to me, okay, little sister?"
"Hai!" I said enthusiastically.
"Kikyo! Kikyo!" I heard from behind me. Hana and I turned around to see Renjiro, Takeshi, and Yuki running towards us.
"Kikyo, thank goodness we found you!" Yuki exclaimed as she hugged me. "Your parents and your brother have been looking for you since noon!"
"Really?" I asked. Looking at Renjiro, I knew it was true. Renjiro looked exhausted, as Takeshi appeared to be as well.
Hana bowed in front of my brother. "I am truly sorry, Renjiro. I took Kikyo-san around the village and played with her all day. I am sorry for causing you to worry."
"Don't worry about it." Renjiro curtly replied. He turned to me and asked, "Are you ready to go home?"
"Is father still angry?" I questioned him. Renjiro shook his head.
"He's calmed down now, let's just go home, okay?"
"Okay!" Renjiro took my hand. Waving goodbye to Takeshi, Hana, and Yuki, we began walking back to our home.
On the way home, Renjiro was strangely quiet. Thinking about what happened today, I thought of how nice and wonderful my new "older sister" was. I wondered what Renjiro thought of Hana, so I asked him: "Ne, brother? What do you think of Hana-san?"
Immediately my brother's face turned red and he turned away from me. (Why he turned red, I never figured it out until I was much much older. Funny how I didn't realize the reason sooner.)
"Ne, brother? Are you sick? Your face is red?"
"No, I'm FINE. Stop asking questions and let's go home. Mom's cooked your favorite dish tonight!"
"Really? Yummy, I love udon!"
"No, not udon! It's tonkatsu!"
"Brother, tonkatsu's YOUR favorite! I hate tonkatsu! Eww!"
"Hey, don't diss the tonkatsu!""Tonkatsu is gross!"
"You know nothing about good taste!"
"Yea, I know lots!"
"Really? Prove it!"
"Okay, um…" I pondered a while, and then came up with a good dish. "Sushi!!!"
"Okay, so sushi's good. How about another dish?"
And the list continued on and on. Those were the days when my brother and I had the most fun in each other's company, talking about the most random things. The days were getting longer again. Summer was approaching. The seasons were changing. People were moving and getting married. My mother finally recovered from the accident. My brother assisted my father more and more each day. I began playing with Hana, Takeshi, and Yuki more often, trying to hide and forget the sorrow I experienced at home when my father beat me. But what could I have done? He was my father, and I was his child. I was subject to him, just as Mother and Renjiro were as well. No one could oppose him; he was the head of the household.
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Author's Corner!! (Don't read if you don't want to know of the author's opinions/ read if you have questions cuz some of them might be answered)
Lala… nothing to say… um… I finally updated? ^_^; oh yeah. To explain why the beginning says, "By: ICE". That was one of my old pen names. Now it's probably forever Cohran but I'm keeping the penname Ice for this Fanfic.
That's it for my AC (author's corner)!! See ya next time when Kikyo loses someone important to her. Please R&R. (Suggested: 20+ before next chapter, but if that doesn't happen, oh well.)
By: Ice
~ Kikyo's Big Sister ~
After my mother had a miscarriage, life was like hell at home. Every little thing that went wrong, from bad harvest to uncooked meat on the dinner table, it was all because of ME. Father would continually punish me whenever he could find a reasonable reason. Most of the punishment came in verbal abuse, where he would curse continuously with one breath, take a deep breath, and then start over again. The second most common form of punish was physical beating with a rod. I began to hate my father, not understanding why he hated me so much.
My mother could not do anything to help me. She wanted to protect me, but she was still recovering from the accident. When I cried due to father's punishments, I would go to mother. She would try to comfort me, telling me that she wasn't angry with me at all, and telling me that father still loves me because I'm his only daughter. I wanted to believe her, but if father felt anything towards me, it definitely was NOT love. More like hate.
Because my father constantly punished me (most of the time, it was a hard beating), I always tried to stay out of the house. I would go off and play with Takeshi, Ichiro, Yuki, and my brother Renjiro. My brother knew what was going on in the house. Heck, he lived in it. He told our friends, and they always tried to cheer me up. And although I successfully forced a smile out each time, they knew it was a false one. This went on for quite a few months.
Apparently, rumor spread that my father was beating me relentlessly, and the villagers who saw my sullen face whenever I came out confirmed the rumor (at least to them it did.) The rumors soon reached the ears of Hana, Yuki's eldest sister.
One day, after my father had beaten me relentlessly, I ran straight to the river. Collapsing by the shore, I began to cry. Suddenly, I felt myself being enwrapped by two slender arms. The person hugged me close. Smelling the perfume this person had on, I knew it was Hana, for her perfume always smelled like cherry blossoms. "Sh…" She whispered to me. "Don't cry. It's okay." Her words only made me cry more.
After about thirty minutes of crying, the tears finally ceased. I looked up at Hana, who had stayed with me the entire time. She smiled warmly at me, and then helped me off the ground. Hana suggested that we take a walk. She held my hand, and the two of us began walking around our village. Around every corner, Hana would point out something interesting to me or comment about something in a funny way, that at almost every corner I laughed. Each corner held a new surprise, joke, or question. Whenever Hana asked me a question, she would wait patiently for me to answer, regardless of how long I took.
When we had walked around the village, Hana and I went back to the riverside and played pretend. Hana was to be my older sister, and I was to be her younger sister. We played all day. By the end of the day, I had felt as if Hana was really my older sister. Together, we watched the sun set.
"Kikyo-chan," Hana said, facing me. "Do you feel better now?"
I nodded. "I'm so happy Elder Sister is with me!" I had replied.
"Elder sister?" Hana asked in surprise. Then she smiled. "Alright then, I will be your elder sister, but you will have to be my happy and cute little sister, Kikyo-chan. Then, when you don't feel good, you can always run to me, okay, little sister?"
"Hai!" I said enthusiastically.
"Kikyo! Kikyo!" I heard from behind me. Hana and I turned around to see Renjiro, Takeshi, and Yuki running towards us.
"Kikyo, thank goodness we found you!" Yuki exclaimed as she hugged me. "Your parents and your brother have been looking for you since noon!"
"Really?" I asked. Looking at Renjiro, I knew it was true. Renjiro looked exhausted, as Takeshi appeared to be as well.
Hana bowed in front of my brother. "I am truly sorry, Renjiro. I took Kikyo-san around the village and played with her all day. I am sorry for causing you to worry."
"Don't worry about it." Renjiro curtly replied. He turned to me and asked, "Are you ready to go home?"
"Is father still angry?" I questioned him. Renjiro shook his head.
"He's calmed down now, let's just go home, okay?"
"Okay!" Renjiro took my hand. Waving goodbye to Takeshi, Hana, and Yuki, we began walking back to our home.
On the way home, Renjiro was strangely quiet. Thinking about what happened today, I thought of how nice and wonderful my new "older sister" was. I wondered what Renjiro thought of Hana, so I asked him: "Ne, brother? What do you think of Hana-san?"
Immediately my brother's face turned red and he turned away from me. (Why he turned red, I never figured it out until I was much much older. Funny how I didn't realize the reason sooner.)
"Ne, brother? Are you sick? Your face is red?"
"No, I'm FINE. Stop asking questions and let's go home. Mom's cooked your favorite dish tonight!"
"Really? Yummy, I love udon!"
"No, not udon! It's tonkatsu!"
"Brother, tonkatsu's YOUR favorite! I hate tonkatsu! Eww!"
"Hey, don't diss the tonkatsu!""Tonkatsu is gross!"
"You know nothing about good taste!"
"Yea, I know lots!"
"Really? Prove it!"
"Okay, um…" I pondered a while, and then came up with a good dish. "Sushi!!!"
"Okay, so sushi's good. How about another dish?"
And the list continued on and on. Those were the days when my brother and I had the most fun in each other's company, talking about the most random things. The days were getting longer again. Summer was approaching. The seasons were changing. People were moving and getting married. My mother finally recovered from the accident. My brother assisted my father more and more each day. I began playing with Hana, Takeshi, and Yuki more often, trying to hide and forget the sorrow I experienced at home when my father beat me. But what could I have done? He was my father, and I was his child. I was subject to him, just as Mother and Renjiro were as well. No one could oppose him; he was the head of the household.
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Author's Corner!! (Don't read if you don't want to know of the author's opinions/ read if you have questions cuz some of them might be answered)
Lala… nothing to say… um… I finally updated? ^_^; oh yeah. To explain why the beginning says, "By: ICE". That was one of my old pen names. Now it's probably forever Cohran but I'm keeping the penname Ice for this Fanfic.
That's it for my AC (author's corner)!! See ya next time when Kikyo loses someone important to her. Please R&R. (Suggested: 20+ before next chapter, but if that doesn't happen, oh well.)