Big Brother
Kougaiji, you claimed that I could never understand, but in reality I do understand.I understand it a little to well. The role of big brother was one I forced to play, but looking back at it now the role I played was more than just a brother, it was more along the lines of that of a parent. My poor brother was left in my care, his mother was erased from his life days after he was born, and I don't remember her very much, except that she was a beautiful woman, long flowing hair that was the same color as the sun.
My own mother had no care for such a child of mixed blood. She frowned down upon him, refused to be anywhere near him, it was like he had a contagious disease that would infect and kill off the entire demon population. And so the job of looking after the half-breed was passed down onto me. I remember holding him for the first time, those eyes, that pink tuff of fluff that rested on his head like a pink cloud. I didn't actually start taking care of him until I was much older, and by that time he was a bit more independent. I remember sitting up with him some nights, telling him stories to make him fall asleep. And then there were times when he would sit and watch my every move when I practiced my martial arts. His eyes focused on my actions, studying them, and later on when he thought no one was looking, he'd go off and practice them. He mimicked my every movement, and sometimes he performed them better than I had originally.
One thing was for sure, he was well aware of what was happening around him. He had the keen sense of when people were down and out. There was this one time, I thought I was going to lose all myself control, but than Gojyo appeared from the shadows of my doorway. He walked over to me and placed his hands on my cheeks and smiled. I was almost shocked at how soft his little hands were; they were the softness of fresh petals on a rose. No calluses were there to make his gentle hands rough; no scars dug into their perfection either. It amazed me, and he only to had say, "Things will get better, they can only get better". I believed him too, but things didn't get better. They only seemed to get worse, and I saw my own mother fall. She turned hateful on Gojyo, I did not understand her hatred towards him, he was too young, too innocent at that time, and he didn't understand that he had to stand up for himself. And one day, it all ended. I ended her misery, I stopped her tears, and I thought I had stopped my own. But I found myself running from that home, running from the person I saw as my brother. That was a lifetime ago, and the life I left behind I knew I could never return to, but I never stopped wondering about my little brother. I wished to the gods that I placed him in the right hands. I walked away for the first time with my head hanging low, something my father told me never to do. Father.I say it bitterly. He left us all, and yet he might have been the one to save us all from each of our fates. The woman he once loved, gone, his son scarred from her long talons, and me disappearing into the shadows, only to reemerge with a new name, new friends, and on the opposing side of my one brother. Yes my lord, I know all to well what it feels like to worry, to feel that stinging pain rip through your body at the thought that your kid sibling is hurt, lost, stolen. I know it all to well, and so much more, things you will never have to face in your life. But that is all the past and I cannot regret any of it now. There is no time for regret; you were the one who taught me that.
Owari
Kougaiji, you claimed that I could never understand, but in reality I do understand.I understand it a little to well. The role of big brother was one I forced to play, but looking back at it now the role I played was more than just a brother, it was more along the lines of that of a parent. My poor brother was left in my care, his mother was erased from his life days after he was born, and I don't remember her very much, except that she was a beautiful woman, long flowing hair that was the same color as the sun.
My own mother had no care for such a child of mixed blood. She frowned down upon him, refused to be anywhere near him, it was like he had a contagious disease that would infect and kill off the entire demon population. And so the job of looking after the half-breed was passed down onto me. I remember holding him for the first time, those eyes, that pink tuff of fluff that rested on his head like a pink cloud. I didn't actually start taking care of him until I was much older, and by that time he was a bit more independent. I remember sitting up with him some nights, telling him stories to make him fall asleep. And then there were times when he would sit and watch my every move when I practiced my martial arts. His eyes focused on my actions, studying them, and later on when he thought no one was looking, he'd go off and practice them. He mimicked my every movement, and sometimes he performed them better than I had originally.
One thing was for sure, he was well aware of what was happening around him. He had the keen sense of when people were down and out. There was this one time, I thought I was going to lose all myself control, but than Gojyo appeared from the shadows of my doorway. He walked over to me and placed his hands on my cheeks and smiled. I was almost shocked at how soft his little hands were; they were the softness of fresh petals on a rose. No calluses were there to make his gentle hands rough; no scars dug into their perfection either. It amazed me, and he only to had say, "Things will get better, they can only get better". I believed him too, but things didn't get better. They only seemed to get worse, and I saw my own mother fall. She turned hateful on Gojyo, I did not understand her hatred towards him, he was too young, too innocent at that time, and he didn't understand that he had to stand up for himself. And one day, it all ended. I ended her misery, I stopped her tears, and I thought I had stopped my own. But I found myself running from that home, running from the person I saw as my brother. That was a lifetime ago, and the life I left behind I knew I could never return to, but I never stopped wondering about my little brother. I wished to the gods that I placed him in the right hands. I walked away for the first time with my head hanging low, something my father told me never to do. Father.I say it bitterly. He left us all, and yet he might have been the one to save us all from each of our fates. The woman he once loved, gone, his son scarred from her long talons, and me disappearing into the shadows, only to reemerge with a new name, new friends, and on the opposing side of my one brother. Yes my lord, I know all to well what it feels like to worry, to feel that stinging pain rip through your body at the thought that your kid sibling is hurt, lost, stolen. I know it all to well, and so much more, things you will never have to face in your life. But that is all the past and I cannot regret any of it now. There is no time for regret; you were the one who taught me that.
Owari