My sister, Ayane
Konichiwa, O-genki nasai? This is my first DOA fiction. It takes place in Kasumi-chan's POV. Let me get this straight, this is MY take on parts of Kasumi's past. I have never played the first two games, so if any of the information is inaccurate, I'm sorry. Please be kind in your reviews.
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I sigh as I turn on the shower, hearing the soft patter of water against the cool tiles is quite refreshing. I feel a soft mist slowly begin to form in the small room. It's funny, my name means mist, but I really don't like it all that much. It makes the air hard to breath.
I slowly pull out my golden ribbon and slip out of my blue outfit. My katana sits on a nearby tabletop, await me to tend to it. Later, I tell myself as I slip into the warm water. My shoulders become tense for a brief moment before relaxing in the light shower.
My mind finds it's way to peace. A trick my brother had taught me long ago. That state of peace is broken by the thought of my brother. I miss him, even after I know that I can never return home with him. My thoughts travel to the far away past, when I was little. We had such fun, my Onee-chan, Ni-san and I. We would play for hours in the large fields that lay just beyond the village.
I remember a time when Ayane didn't hate me, when we were the best of friends. We rarely fought, and when we did it was about the silliest of things. I called her Onee-chan, she didn't like it much, but still, she never got mad about it. I suppose I took advantage of those times.
I remember that one birthday. Ayane and I spent hours playing with each other while waiting for the elders the come to tell us a story, as they usually did. It was her birthday, Ayane's; she was turning ten. As a present, I told her fortune, just like Ni-san had taught me. It was then that I discovered the fun of telling fortunes. Ayane giggled when I told her that she would soon leave to go travel.
But it was true; at least, to a degree. I shiver as the water-cooled down and turn it up, returning to my thoughts. Within the next few years, things went bad. Very bad. The village began to have troubles with the agriculture. Crops were spoiling and the animals were running out of food. Things were finally dieing.
"I knew it would happen," One elder had said. "It was only a matter of time before our luck ran out."
It was when I was eleven; Ayane was thirteen, that Ni-san told us about the troubles. Our family slowly broke apart after that. Ayane became more distant and cold. It was another seven years later that things went for the worst.
I walked into Ni-san's room, carrying a plate of food for him as I usually did. But Ni-san wasn't there. Anaye stood in front of his bed, her head low. I walked up to her and cocked my head in confusion.
"Onee-chan, where is Ni-san?" I asked. Ayane didn't look up.
"He's gone." She had said to me. It was short and had the sound of betrayal in it.
"Where did he go?" I asked, setting down the tray.
"I don't know," She shook her head. She then turned and stalked out of the room. I saw the tiniest glint of a tear running down her cheek.
The next day, Ayane and all her things were gone. The only thing left in her barren room was a single gold ribbon. The ribbon I wear in my hair now. I made a promise to myself, that I would wear that ribbon until I made peace with my Onee-chen. I have seen her many times now, but she no longer is the one I loved to play with and have tea with, she is my stalker. I'm ashamed to say that I now have to defend my self from my own sister.
I step out of the shower, a small towel wrapped around my small body, and think to myself, Someday, someday it will be safe for us to be friends again, Onee-chan. I pull my hair up and tie it up with that single gold ribbon.