Author: Sacharine
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Rating: PG-13
Warning: Future profanities? No-beta (Please excuse any minor mistakes.)
Notes: "..." denotes speech '...' denotes thoughts
Disclaimer: All rights go to their respective owners. I claim nothing.
Memories-Flash-
"Ne, Fuufuu, grasp the ball this way. No higher. Ah! You got it! Atta girl."
"Honto ni?" The girl grinned sweetly; her hands barely able supported the basketball.
Mitsui stared at the pair on the street basketball court. 'Isn't that... Kirisawa. Point guard of Tomahoka?'
Mitsui watched them casually from under the fall of his ebony locks. A hard knot of bitterness and resentment welled up in his throat uncomfortably as a peal of laughter rang out. Kirisawa made a toss successfully and the little girl with him cheered and applauded. Mitsui's fists whiten then loosen.
"However egoistic of you, to bring a cheerleader to watch you practise. Still remember me? Kirisawa." Mitsui said, his lips curled over his teeth maliciously.
Maybe it was a bad gut feeling; maybe it was the look on Mitsui's that made Kirisawa back up defensively, stepping in front of his sister protectively. But somehow, this only serve to make Mitsui feel even more fed up.
"Hey, little girl..." Mitsui purposely reached out to the girl who shrank away from his hand. Kirisawa hit his hand away violently. Taking offence, Mitsui growled and swung a punch out and hit Kirisawa in the chest. Kirisawa turned his head to mouth 'Run home' to his sister but she was rooted to the terrified, rooted to the ground. Then, just as Kirisawa starts to fight back, the rest of Mitsui's gang turned the corner.
Fuuko could only watch as the group started pummelling her brother using rains of fists and sharp kicks. As someone delivered a particular nasty kick to his stomach, Kirisawa twisted towards his sister.
"Run!" he choked out, blood and spittle flying out of his mouth and onto the dirty pavement. And this time, Fuuko did run. But of all the places, she ran towards the road, just running, heedless to sights and sounds, horrified and aghast by the current turned of events. She wants to go home. She wants her mother.
"NO!" Kirisawa swung a fist at Mitsui's face, cutting a vertical slash in Mitsui's chin, writhing out of the tangle of limbs. Twisting away to franticly run, franticly running after his sister, to push his sister away from the oncoming car. Fuuko tumbling safely to the ground but the honking car spun out of control and the burning tires squealed on the ground, sending her brother slim form flying with the loud impact.
"Niichan? Niichan? Lets go home. Niichan?" Fuuko ran over and kneeled beside her unconscious brother, a small huddled form, her voice broken and shrill and hiccuping. She tugged his shirt.
"Niichan? Stop looking at the sky. I want to go home niichan; okasan cooked your favourite dishes today. Lets go home niichan!" Fuuko shook her brother worriedly, tears seeping out of hers eyes uncontrollable. She was afraid. Afraid of the blood that coats her fingers, the blank look in her brother's eyes.
"Niichan... You have a maths test tomorrow! Niichan? Niichan? Why wouldn't you move? Niichan... You are bleeding niichan, are you hurt? You are going to fail the test tomorrow!" Fuuko curled up over her brother, weeping brokenly, openly anguish pouring out of her. Blood, she was sitting in the pool of blood. Her brother's blood.
"Niichan? Are you dying? Don't die... I love you niichan... Niichan? You can't die, you haven't finish teaching me how to play basketball yet!"
Mitsui's legs collapsed under him and he tumbled to the sidewalk in shock. 'I didn't want to do that. It didn't happen. It not my fault! How did that happen?' Half thoughts ran through his mind in panic. He lifted his hands to rubbed over his face but unwitting smeared the blood from the cut on his chin over his face. The smell of blood hit him strongly and he flinched, staring at his bloody hands. His 'friends' rapidly dispersed scenting trouble. Fuuko was still crying, still shaking her brother, and still trying to wake him.
"Please wake him! Please help me! Please... Please... Don't kill him... Why did you kill him?" Fuuko wailed, bewildered, lamenting. Her accusation rang around him unbearably and he ran away, scrambling and stumbling. He was sorry, but there is nothing he can do.
'Kami-sama... What have I done?'
-Flash-