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He just stood there all nonchalantly, knowing that this was just going to piss me off. I stormed over to him and grabbed his shirt collar.

"What the hell do you think you are doing here?" I snarled my anger flaring.

He put on his charming smile that he always tried to use to woo the unexpected, but it would never work on me again. Not after what he did to our family.

"Is that how you are going to say hello to your brother?" he asked. I could hear the hurt in his voice, but it didn't phase me like he thought it would.

I pushed him away in disgust. "You are not my brother. All you are is another worthless revolting person," I basically shouted, but then I got myself under control and glared hard at him. "What do you want, Tatsuya?" I asked more calmly.

"I want to talk to Father," he answered dropping the false pretty boy look. His face turned somber and he looked at the ground. "I need all of yours forgiveness."

All I could do was laugh at the request. "You and I both know that will never happen. Do you expect him to ever forgive you? Your own mother cannot forgive you. Nothing you can do or say will change what you did. You were the person who caused your estrange relationship with this family. It was your poor choices that caused you to lose everything."

"Don't you think I know that?" he shouted looking at me again. "I can't get her picture out of my head, Atsuko! All I see is her face over and over again in my dreams. I don't think you realize this life...has become unbearable. Especially not having my family." The tears started to form in his eyes, but I still forced to turn my back to him.

"Like I said, it was your decisions that caused your downfall. Don't bother coming to the house, the guards won't let you in."

With that I walked away, leaving him to stand there. I forced myself not to cry, but it just kept pouring out. Why did he have to do that? All it does is bring back the pain to everyone. Father cannot learn that he is here or bad things will happen. I know how Father gets when he is angry and it isn't good for anyone. I get my bad temper from him, but it does take a lot for me to explode. All the martial arts training, I feel, has helped me with self-control. If I didn't have my training, Tatsuya would be laying on the ground with a bloodied nose.

I entered the house and go into the kitchen to see what Caroline is making for lunch.

"Hello, Mistress Atsuko," she said sweetly moving around in the kitchen like a little elf.

"Hello," I replied grabbing a water.

"How was your run?" she asked chopping up celery.

"Good," I answered shortly walking out the room. I know she was a tad surprised by my rudeness, but I felt like formalities were out the window for a bit.

I walked up to my room and locked the door behind me not wanting to be disturbed. I took a long drink of my water and laid on my bed looking at the canopy of my bed. Her face showed vividly in my mind bringing tears to my eyes. She was so beautiful. Miyuki Herzog. Tatsuya and I's younger sister. That night is one none of us will ever forget.

Tatsuya was known for his drinking. I feel like there was never a time he didn't have a drink in his hand. Father sent him to rehab after rehab, but nothing worked. Tatsuya felt like he was the eldest son and should be able to do whatever he wanted now matter the consequences. He was a very arrogant person. I seriously think he felt he owned the world.

One day, the driver was sick and Mother was with friends, so she called Tatsuya to see if he would pick up Miyuki from school. She asked several time if he was drinking, but he kept telling her no. She believed him. They hung up and he down the rest of a bottle. Miyuki was waiting for him and she ran to him when she saw him get out of the car. She loved him so dearly. She had such an innocent outlook of the world.

Then, they were on their way home. Tatsuya was a fast driver anyway, but when you but alcohol in his blood system he had a lead foot. He never noticed that Miyuki didn't have a belt on or the truck that was backing out of a drive way.

The doctors told us her death was quick and painless, but that never eased the pain. When you couldn't even have an open casket funeral for your sister, that shit kind of pisses you off. My father was the scariest person through all this. He became blank and emotionless. He paid of a lawyer for my brother and the medical bills, but that was the last thing he ever did for him. For all my father was concerned Tatsuya was another person on the street.

My mother broke down and for a little over six months became a shut-in, I trained harder and studied longer. Middle school was the worse time of my life. In just one day, I went from being the middle child in control of everything to an only child who didn't know how to deal with her feelings anymore. Moving out of Germany was a good idea, it got us away from all the old memories. I didn't really lie to Mori when I said it was to move closer to my mother's family, that was just part of the truth.

No one in Japan knows about my brother or my sister, so it made it easier in school. I wasn't pinned as the "tragedy". I could make my own image, but through it all...I still can't grow close to anyone. That's why I was surprised by my interest in Mori. I never have believed in first sight anything, but he changed my mind. I guess you can say he sparked something in me that had never been sparked before.

I sighed and close my eyes. Miyuki, if you can hear me, please listen. I love you so much and we will be together again before you know it. Just keep looking over me like I know you do.