1Chapter 1 - At The End Of The Tunnel
The candles were lit with deliberate care, flooding the room in scents of vanilla, jasmine, a pleasing change to the odor of mustiness that had settled over the place. She padded across the floor with movements tinged by an almost clumsy grace, as if they were forced rather than natural to her body. Like tiny suns, she watched the lights flicker across the hardwood, tinkle across her face, dancing and merging with a fairy's passion in the fading light of day.
She kneeled before the small shrine and whispered softly her prayers of happiness and good fortune, and that her mother might have reached eternal bliss.
Then finally, when she could spare no more words for friends or kin, she prayed with all her heart that their business would be a success. It was all they had left of her, all they had left of anything.
"Akane! Come on, we have to go pick up some things before we can open the shop this afternoon!"
Turning her head towards the shout of her sister, she smiled and silently wished her mother good bye. She then scrambled to her feet and rushed forward, blowing out the candles with a quiet poof.
