Living My Life, Remembering You
Prologue
He and his younger sister took off running down the street. He wore baggy jeans and a black hoody. His short, pink hair was tucked away under the hood of his hoody. His violet eyes sparkled. He was wearing a chain on the right side of his jeans. His sneakers were worn and had seen better days. He and his sister were out enjoying themselves. It was great to be out with her again.
She looked amazing, as always. Her long, brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, with some of it hanging around and framing her face. her blue eyes sparkled in delight, just as her brother's did. She wore a black hoody as well, only hers had two pink lines running down each sleeve top. Plus she wore a pair of hip-hugger jeans and her sneakers had also seen better days. She was younger then her brother. He was seventeen, she was sixteen. They were all each other had.
Their mother and father had died in a tragic car accident when they had only been five and four. Being set up for adoption, they refused to be seperated and were soon enough adopted by a woman with black circles under her brown eyes. She had long, black hair that looked like it needed a brush. Her husband, looked like an agressive man, he had short, brown hair and black eyes. Alot of muscle on him as well. His eyes themselves were a death threat.
( FLASHBACK )
As the two were driven home in the black ferrari, their new mother reached back and handed the girl two dolls and the boy a stack of comics. The father looked in the rearview mirror, looking to his new, "son." He told him to always remain quiet, only speak up when being spoken to. He told the same to his new "daughter." Only, to her he said it with more disgust. As if, he didn't even want a daughter at all. They were to find out soon enough, that neither of them, was really wanted.
She had been sitting on the floor of her bedroom, that she shared with her year older brother, doing nothing more then sitting there, playing with her two dolls quietly when they heard approaching footsteps. He was sitting up on his bed, looking at a comic book. They both looked up and saw their adoptive father walk into the room. He stood before the girl.
"You're loud ch-child." He said in a drunk voice. His eyes were hazy as if, out-of-focus.
He would never forget that day.
The day he heard the sound ...
SLAP!
"MAI-CHAN!!" He leapt off the bed, the comic book falling onto the floor. He rushed over to his sister and crouched beside her. She had a hand over her right cheek, tears were trailing her cheeks slowly. She whimpered. Her brother got to his feet and stood before her, arms outstretched like a barrier, not allowing for his adoptive father to pass by him.
"LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!"
"SHUT-UP KID!"
"DON'T TOUCH MY SISTER!"
"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT-UP!"
"KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY SISTER!"
"SHUT UP!!!"
SLAP!!!
"WILL YOU SHUT-UP NOW, HUH?! WILL YOU?!"
Tears trailed down his own cheeks.
"Keep. Your. Hands. Off. My. Sister."
His adoptive father walked away,
"I don't wanna hear another word from either of you."
It was from then on, that he would have to teach his sister to be more like a boy, then like a girl. If he was all she was going to have ... She was going to have to learn to act more tom-boyish.
( END FLASHBACK )
It had happened over the years. He had dressed her like a boy, treated her like a boy, made her act like a boy. He was doing this for her sake in the end though. This was all for her in the end. If she became a tomboy ... Her adoptive father would show her more respect ... As he had shown the night he had proven he, himself was a brave child.
Now, here they were. Seventeen and sixteen. Running away from Tachi, who's care they'd just messed with. They turned one last corner and nearly collapsed laughing.
"Did you see his face?!" She asked, laughing.
"Yeah, it was great!" He announced,
"Nice move with that paint Mai-chan!"
"How 'bout your move with those tires? Sweet move Onii-san."
They began strolling down the street, kicking cans along the way. That or bottles, or stones. It all depended what they could get first.
"Man ... I don't even wanna go home ..."
"Yeah," she agreed,
"We're so dead when we get home ..."
Headlights flashed on them, coming from the corner ahead of them. Tires squealed. Five gunshots rang out. Screams, blood. Darkness took over him. He was out cold.
( A.N: I Know This Is Really OOC lol ... But Yeah ... I Was Just Bored, And Yah ... REVIEW!! )