Hatred-
Marikku was ten again. He smiled up at his older sister, a picture of beauty. She was kind, intelligent, pretty, hardworking, she didn't let emotions get in the way of what she did or said. Marik liked being ten. At that age he admired these qualities without feeling jealousy.
Marik and Ishizu were playing in the park. It was dusk; they were in the teeter-totters. Marik loved the rush of the wind as he went up and down, so quickly because of the large weight difference between him and his sister. She was tall already, but he weighed more. One hundred pounds, and most of it really was muscle.
Marikku was like and unlike other ten-year old boys in the same way he was and wasn't naive. Marik was like other boys in that he liked adventure, stories and speed. But he didn't lean either way on girls, didn't have friends, was usually withdrawn. He was loud around those he knew well, hid from the unknown. Marik was wiser because he understood that the human world isn't black and white, it was colored. All different hues in all different shades. Good and evil, right and wrong, they were figurative, relative or imaginary concepts. But through this point of view, he didn't yet understand that his dad beating the family, Marik's mother, Ishizu and himself, was not good, nor was it 'normal'.
Marik's mom was watching from the background. She sat beautifully, blond hair glowing in the sun. She was on top of a small purple blanket, Mark's baby blanket, that they had used for a picnic that afternoon. Her and Ishizu were beautiful. Marik took after his father.
Ishizu was laughing. The flower chain Marik had made her bounced against her chest lightly. It was her birthday.
Marik smiled inside. This was what his life should be like. This moment forever. Happiness, content, the sunset, his mom and sister with him.
But his mom is dead, Ishizu left with his dad, alone.
"We can help you forget..."
No, this moment is good. Ishizu's eyes sparkle brightly. She is looking at Marik.
"I love your eyes Marik," she says softly. "There so kind and beautiful, so unique. Like you."
Ishizu pauses now, as though trying to decide something. Finally, she looks at him again, smiling. "And I love you Marik."
Marik smiles. But he knows what happens next. The shouting in the distance. His father stumbling drunkenly out of the sunset. Grabbing his mother's arm, swearing at her of leaving, dragging her up. Ishizu runs to help, and he hits her for the first time. Marik stares, incredulous. It's Ishizu's Birthday. Ishizu is crying, and he hits her again. Marik runs over to do what he can, and he is hit. It doesn't hurt like it usually does. He drags Ishizu away and pulls her up. She's still crying. Ishizu never cries. He says something comforting, wasted breath, and tells her to run. They run away together.
They get lost. Eventually a police officer takes them home. Marik's mom is covered in bruises on her arm and face. She sends them to bed. Ishizu doesn't ever cry again. She doesn't ever show emotion again. She doesn't ever say 'I love you' again.