Written by Hikaru, edited by Izzy, laughed at by Akira.
We find our heroines once again gathered in the darkness of their living room. Silence echoed through the enclosed space.
"Silence!" Izzy shouted, unprovoked.
"This is a wake, Izzy. Everyone's already silent." Akira whispered sarcastically.
Izzy appeared from the hallway dressed in her Shaman's outfit and made a very large sweeping gesture with her arms.
After a few 'Ooo-ga Wam-bahs' and strange facial expressions, she took a deep breath in preparation to speak.
"May the gods smile upon her lost soul for she was our dearest sister…Okay, maybe she wasn't exactly the 'dearest' sister…but she was our sister non-the-less." Izzy cleared her throat. "May her many…I mean minor…indiscretions be forgiven."
"On her path to hell." Hikaru growled softly to herself, however Akira heard her.
"This is a wake Ru! Be respectful to your sister… in hell." The tenseness of the moment was broken with smirks from those present.
Izzy paused and nodded her agreement with the comments spoken as if she had spoken them herself then continued in a solemn tone.
"She is dead to us now." She turned and laid a rose beside her sister's picture among the dimly glowing candles on the alter; turning back silently and walking away, she slapped her hands together, symbolically wiping away the situation.
"And that," She paused and smirked grimly. "As they say," She paused again at the door for dramatic effect. "Is that."
Smoke then engulfed the blonde one and, with a few choking coughs, she disappeared.
Left standing stunned in the small room was Hikaru, Akira and Toria.
After a moment of silence the youngest Kimiyashii sister shrugged her shoulders and began walking away.
"Well all that's left is to burn all her remaining worldly possessions." She commented off-handedly as she reached the door.
Toria smirked evilly and briskly scampered past Ru and into the kitchen.
"I'll get the matches and we'll have ourselves a bonfire!" the younger blonde called over her shoulder as she yanked open the cabinet drawer.
"Don't forget the marshmallows!" Maniacal laughter sounded from the pantry as Izzy flung the door open, revealing herself to now be in 'normal' clothes.
Akira watched in vague horror from the doorway to the kitchen as her pyromaniac sisters and cousin gathered all the materials they needed.
She briefly wondered, but only briefly, how she was going to stop them from burning down their two-story house as her hands covered her face and she shook her head.
"Oh god, here we go again."