Suri sat in her and Tohru's room, reading a math notebook Hanajima lended her, so she could study for the Winter Entrance Exam, or W.E.E. as Suri thought of it, which made her laugh a lot. She was writing down notes into her own notebook, as her hair curled around her face. She found herself always blowing it to the side, which wasn't helping her studying. Suri growled in annoyance and stood up, and stomped around for a hair band. Soon she found it, grinning in triumph, and continued her studying.
Before Suri knew it, she had fallen asleep. Tohru walked into their room, with a tray of cookies, and walked up to the sleeping girl. Tohru smiled and set the tray on their desk, and headed to her closet, pulling out a quilt her mother had made her apparently right after her father died. "Sleep well, Suri-kun." Torhu whispered, placing the quilt around Suri's shoulders, and walking out.
Suri ran into the room, and froze at the entrance of the living room, where the front door was, and gaped at the sight in front of her. Two officers, both female, stood there, holding her older sister, Keiko. She had scratches on her forehead, cheeks, and arms, and a swollen left knee. Tears formed in Suri's eyes as she ran over and helped her mother carry Keiko to the sofa a few feet away. "H-How did this happen, Mommy?" Suri managed to get out without bawling her eyes out.
"Apparently your sister joined a… A gang…" Her mother sobbed softly. "She is only nine, as well!"
The scene changes from then, to when Suri is about eleven, and she stood in the same hallway, looking at a family photo, of her, Keiko, her mother, and her late father. "Papa, why did you have to die? Oh, I wish you were back," a tear slid down Suri's cheek. Her hair was shoulder length now, and she saw a recent picture of Keiko in the corner of the wall. She had a guy's haircut, and wore leather. "And why did you have to join that stupid gang, The Resisters?"
"Suri saw the pocketknife and gasped. "S-Sis, you didn't—"
"Didn't kill the old bat, only showed him a lesson is all."
"Who?" Suri found herself asking, slightly awestruck that her own older sister, who was only seventeen months older than her, injured a man with a small knife, without killing him. Before Keiko could answer, their mother walked into the small, now cramped, hallway, in a drunken rage.
"HOW DARE YOU!" She shouted, throwing – and missing – a bottle at Keiko. Suri ran to her room, crying and gripping her head, trying to shut it out. "HOW DARE YOU HURT YOUR STEPFATHER!"
"He is no stepfather of mine! Or Suri's! That bastard is a drunk, and so are you now!" Suri heard her sister shout. She looked up at her cross, crying even harder.
"SHOW SOME RESPECT!"
"AS SOON AS YOU SHOW SOME RESPECT TO YOURSELF!" Suri heard the front door slam shut.
The scene changes once more, and twelve year-old Suri sat in the gang-ridden part of Bukuro, with her older sister and a bunch of other gang members. Suri's hair was cut like her sister's, like a boy's. She wore a short black skirt, and a baggy shirt, longer than the skirt, and thick boots. "Glad you could join us. Sis." Keiko grinned.
"Yeah, yeah." Suri waved her hand casually, "Anything to get out of that hellhole…" Suri muttered.
The next morning, Suri woke up with the cookies under her. She yawned and sat up, a cookie sticking to her cheek. She pulled it off and ate it. "Mm, chocolate chip." She grinned. After she finished the cookie she wiped her face off, and stood up. She walked over to the window and opened the curtains, to see dark clouds hanging low in the sky. "Ooh, it might snow… Why did I have that dream again? It's like reminding me of my old life…" She whispered.
"What was it like?" Tohru asked, pulling her legs over the ledge of her bed, yawning.
Suri turned red in anger. She opened her mouth to shout, but couldn't find it in her to yell at Tohru. She was the first person to treat her like a human, at least in the last five years. She sighed, and moved the chair around to face Tohru, and slouched. "M'dad died when I was six, and soon after, my older sister, Keiko – may have heard of her, Keko – joined The Resisters. Within a few years my mom remarried this drunk, and I found the woman I once idolized transform into a drinking baffoon before my very eyes. She and my stepdad beat me daily, only for six months." Suri added, seeing Tohru's wide eyes.
"I joined The Resisters five years after my sis did, to escape from those tortures. Within a year I found myself the leader of the gang, which made it even more permanent to stay in the gang." Suri rubbed her forehead, remembering the pain.
"My mama was the leader of The Suicide Squad. The Butterfly was her name. I am proud of her." Tohru smiled.
"Where is she now?" Suri asked.
"Died a year ago, in a car accident. That's why I'm living with the Sohma family, and I am so grateful they took me in." Tohru smiled. "They are very nice, saving us like that, huh?"
"If you call it saving. I call it slapping me in the face with reality." Suri sweat dropped.
A/N: Just so you don't think "Keiko to Keko, big difference!", there is a difference. Keiko Keh-ee-koh. Keko Keh-koh