Born Again I Suppose: KDO in a different set of circumstances
The characters are not mine.
3. Family
The bullet train came to a smooth stop and passengers struggled to enter and exit the cars. Asako Kurumi stepped out delicately somehow maintaining her balance despite the frequent jostling. She was caught in the vortex of what looked like a whirlpool of commuters struggling to get where they wanted to be. It looked like they all had the same place in mind. She emerged from the crowd with a faint smile of anticipation on her face and hurried up the stairs toting her small bag behind her.
"Onee-chan!" a voice bursting with excitement leaked over the top step to find Asako. A small child came spilling after it to tumble into Asako's waiting arms. "Oh Sana," Asako breathed as she embraced her younger sister. It was good to be home. College visits were few and far between and Asako truly missed the whirlwind of energy embodied in her younger sibling. Living apart from her family she often felt out of her element. It had been so hard to find a college, to ultimately decide to tear herself away from the lives she had wrapped herself up in as an adolescent. And now she needed to come home sometimes to remind herself who she was.
Together they climbed the stairs, Asako's taller figure inclined towards the stream of words pouring from the smaller one. Mitsuya-san* waited at the top step and no surprise tears were streaming down her face. "Oh Asako, I just can't believe-It's so good to see you home!" Asako laughed to see Mitsuya crying. The three of them embraced and sought out their car.
Asako vaguely watched the streets go by occupied in her thoughts. I was sixteen, almost an adult when I lost our mother. And it seems I'm the only one who remembers she existed. Sana wouldn't remember, she had just been born. It was a perfectly normal birth, mom called me at midnight to tell me I had a little sister. When I came to the hospital the next morning they told me mom was gone. And there was a baby. I gained a sister but lost a mother: someone I needed to take care of exchanged for someone I needed care from. Mitsuya's hysterics reminded me to be strong. And I drove them all home illegally that day. I was too young to drive but I carted them in and dragged them all home. And somehow we all pulled through.
After the grief, they learned to live again, the necessity of caring for Sana drawing Mitsuya and Asako closer to sisters rather than the relationship it should have been with Mitsuya as the guardian of the children she had been assigned. But she was only five years older than Asako and much more fragile. And Asako reveled in their need for her and her ability to care for her most beloved: her family.
*In the original series Mitsuya was Mitsuya-sensei, Sana's elementary school teacher who was abused by Hayama's gang.
3. Family
The bullet train came to a smooth stop and passengers struggled to enter and exit the cars. Asako Kurumi stepped out delicately somehow maintaining her balance despite the frequent jostling. She was caught in the vortex of what looked like a whirlpool of commuters struggling to get where they wanted to be. It looked like they all had the same place in mind. She emerged from the crowd with a faint smile of anticipation on her face and hurried up the stairs toting her small bag behind her.
"Onee-chan!" a voice bursting with excitement leaked over the top step to find Asako. A small child came spilling after it to tumble into Asako's waiting arms. "Oh Sana," Asako breathed as she embraced her younger sister. It was good to be home. College visits were few and far between and Asako truly missed the whirlwind of energy embodied in her younger sibling. Living apart from her family she often felt out of her element. It had been so hard to find a college, to ultimately decide to tear herself away from the lives she had wrapped herself up in as an adolescent. And now she needed to come home sometimes to remind herself who she was.
Together they climbed the stairs, Asako's taller figure inclined towards the stream of words pouring from the smaller one. Mitsuya-san* waited at the top step and no surprise tears were streaming down her face. "Oh Asako, I just can't believe-It's so good to see you home!" Asako laughed to see Mitsuya crying. The three of them embraced and sought out their car.
Asako vaguely watched the streets go by occupied in her thoughts. I was sixteen, almost an adult when I lost our mother. And it seems I'm the only one who remembers she existed. Sana wouldn't remember, she had just been born. It was a perfectly normal birth, mom called me at midnight to tell me I had a little sister. When I came to the hospital the next morning they told me mom was gone. And there was a baby. I gained a sister but lost a mother: someone I needed to take care of exchanged for someone I needed care from. Mitsuya's hysterics reminded me to be strong. And I drove them all home illegally that day. I was too young to drive but I carted them in and dragged them all home. And somehow we all pulled through.
After the grief, they learned to live again, the necessity of caring for Sana drawing Mitsuya and Asako closer to sisters rather than the relationship it should have been with Mitsuya as the guardian of the children she had been assigned. But she was only five years older than Asako and much more fragile. And Asako reveled in their need for her and her ability to care for her most beloved: her family.
*In the original series Mitsuya was Mitsuya-sensei, Sana's elementary school teacher who was abused by Hayama's gang.