I cannot believe how long this chapter is.

It took me a heck of a long time to type up as well. x.x

It has 1,884 words not counting the author's note. D8

Disclaimer: I do not own Kamichama Karin. Koge-Donbo does.

Enjoy~

~Random-tan~

Poor little child. She's always been ill and sick…I pity her…

No! Shut up! Leave me! I-I'm fine! I have people who love me…j-just go! I'm not alone! Stop pitying me…I have my onee-chan and onii-chan, you know! I'm not alone…so just shut up!

Her body thrashed before her brilliant red eyes opened, staring up towards a pink ceiling. A stuffed elephant lay across her neck, while her left hand was curled around a rag doll with wide blue eyes. Ah…that dream again?

Suddenly feeling desperate for company, she stumbled out of bed, dragging the doll with her. The doll's yarn curls gently bounced up and down as she was pulled, her face frozen in happiness even as she was somewhat brutally yanked. "Kirika-chan," she called. "Onee-chan!"

"Himeka!" The voice came from the kitchen. "Good morning!"

"Good morning, Kirika-chan. I'm hungry."

She heard a laugh. "I'm baking some pork bread, Himeka. Why don't you call your brother to come eat?"

"Okay!" She carefully put her doll back down. "I'll be back soon, okay Hikari?" She patted the bright yellow locks before hurtling down the hall, calling for her brother. "Kirio-chan! Wake up! It's breakfast time!"

Silence met her words. She called again. "Kirio-chan! Onii-chan! Wake up! Otherwise Himeka, Hikari-chan, and Kirika-chan are going to get you!"

Again, there was nothing. Curiously, she tiptoed towards Kirio's bedroom, stopping before the grand white wooden door. She lightly tapped on the door with her knuckles. "Kirio-chan?"

She rapped harder. "Kir-i-o-chaaan! Kirika-chan even made bread. Wake up!"

When nobody answered, she tilted her head in confusion. She stood there for a few seconds, her brow furrowed in concentration, before her face became irritated. Himeka was at her last straw, and she flung open the door. "Kirio-chan!"

The ring…it's pulsing. I can feel his spirit ring attempting to leave me, attempting to return to his "loved ones". Hmph. Ahahaha!

The scene in front of Himeka's eyes seemed to blur up. She swayed, before collapsing to the ground. "Kirio-chan?"

Shakily she stood up again and took a step towards her brother. "Onii-chan? Wake up."

Her foot stepped in something damp. She gasped, recoiling as something red stained her heel. The scent of iron tainted the air, as well as something foul-something like rotten meat.

Numbly, Himeka sat down on the once-white carpet, her head thumping hollowly as it hit the floor. She stared up at the ceiling.

She wished she hadn't left Hikari. She wished she hadn't left Kirika. She wished she hadn't even left the comfort and security of her own bedroom.

Oh God, please, just let this be a nightmare. Please, God! She took hold of her skin and pinched it tightly with her fingernails. Pain rocketed through her body, and the pinched flesh turned bright red. Tears dripped out of her eyes, but she refused to let go. This is a dream…a dream!

"Himeka?" Kirika's voice rang through the hall. "Are you there?"

She forced herself up again, swaying precariously. "K-Kirika-chan! H-help…"

Kirika swished in, her eyes searching. Her mouth fell open, but otherwise she stayed…calm. She did not even cry. Quickly, she hurried over and enfolded Himeka in a great hug. "Oh, Himeka…"

But Himeka said nothing. She did not even notice the bear-like comfort of the hug, did not even notice Kirika's arms folding tighter and tighter around her. She only saw one thing.

Kirika had come in carrying a kitchen knife, and the silver knife had red at the tip.

O-onee-chan…y-you...the one who made me Hikari-chan…you…did…this…he's…gone.

"Himeka. Don't you want to eat?" Kirika's voice's reached the girl's ears, but she shook her head.

"No." Himeka buried her face in her arms, causing one of her wire flowers to tip over and flutter to the floor. Her black ribbons were in danger of slipping away, and yet she did not even bother to fix it.

"Come on, Himeka. The funeral is today. You need to keep your strength up. Nii-san would want you to eat."

Lies! Shut up! Silently, she shook her head. "No! Go away. I don't feel like eating. I'm not hungry."

"All right. Suit yourself." The sound of footsteps receded in the hall, leaving a small girl crouched in the corner of a pink room.

Carefully, she stood up. She wore the funeral clothes that Kirika had picked out for her-a heavy, silk gown covered in fine black lace and ebony beads. There was a matching pair of shoes, stockings, and a hat. Those lay in a haphazard pile on her bed, as if someone had thrown them there.

"Kirio-chan," she whispered. She clutched Hikari to herself, weeping tears. Just a few hours ago, a maid had been sent with a tiny black doll kimono fit to clothe Hikari. Himeka had slammed the door on the girl; what were they thinking? To lift the lovingly crafted hand-sewn clothes made by her brother off her doll? Absurd.

She felt a stroke of defiance. Did she want to people to pity her? No. Did she want to wear this stupid, long dress? No. I can stand on my own. Kirio-chan would want me to!

Himeka pulled the long gown off of her, and reached for a set of clothes that she had been given by Kirio just a few months ago but had never worn. It is time for change…no, revenge.

"Ah, Himeka, you've com--what in the world are you wearing? And what is with your hair?" Kirika held her hand to her mouth, the black leather of her gloves touching her lips.

Himeka walked down the hall, her head held up proudly. She had pulled her hair into two tight curls, and had attached a metal butterfly as well as a red rose to the top of her hair. In exchange for the mourning gown, she wore a short dress with a black skirt and a collar.

"Himeka…"

"Don't call me that. My name is Rika."

"Hey, isn't that Himeka-chan?"

"Wow, she looks so different. I wonder what she did to herself. She looks…older. Prettier."

"It's strange of her to look so elegant and ladylike at her brother's funeral. Weird."

Hmph. Himeka sat down in her seat, next to someone familiar-ah, it was Kujyou Kazune. Next to him was his Amateur Goddess.

"I'm sorry about your brother," Kazune said, offering his condolences. "Even though we never got along very much, I feel this loss. It was shocking that he died from an infection."

Eh? Oh yeah…Kirika said she told everybody it was an infection to prevent panic. "Yes…thank you. I miss him."

"I'm sorry too," Karin added. "It's really such a pity that such a life was lost…even though he had a weak b—er, I mean that he was our enemy. My sympathy to you, Himeka-chan."

A gentle bell rang, signaling the start of the funeral. Himeka turned to face the priest, sighing.

The funeral passed, and for days, there was a little peace. Himeka began to eat again, although she ate two meals a day, instead of three, and she took them in her bedroom. Life went on. Kirika almost thought everything was back to normal.

So she thought.

Kirio-chan…Hikari-chan…Himeka lay on the floor, her eyes staring up at the ceiling, as if searching for something. But what was she searching for?

Kirio-chan…come back! She held the doll to her, clutching it as if it were a lifeline. Help…I want you back!

"Himeka?" The door opened. It was Kirika, and she was holding an extremely large and elegantly wrapped box. "I brought you a present."

"Don't call me Himeka. My name is Rika." However, she took the box and picked apart the bow, ripping away the patterned paper. What she saw inside made her heart twist, and her stomach plunge.

Inside the box was an assortment of gifts-an expensive blue velvet dress, covered with purple beads and lace ruffs. An extremely fancy porcelain doll with pink glass eyes and a Victorian-style black dress also appeared in the box, the exact opposite of Hikari. There were also games, jewelry, and other things that Himeka delighted in doing.

And yet anger shook through her veins. Th-this…Kirika was trying to replace her one and only onii-chan. You're not my onii-chan, Kirika..shi. Leave me alone!

"Himeka, do you like it? I thought that you might like the dress, since its fancy and fits your style. I also thought you might want a new playmate other than Hikari-chan. You can name her anything you like…maybe something like 'Hanako' or 'Akane'."

Lies! Slowly she stood up, shaking. "I…I…"

"Himeka?"

"SHUT UP!"

Face contorted, hair flying madly, she turned to face Kirika. "Are you stupid?!" she asked, her fists clenched tighter than ever. "Do you really think I can forget Kirio-chan that easily?

"Well then, you're wrong, Kirika-shi. I will never forget Kirio-chan. But you! YOU!" Jabbing a finger at the aghast-looking woman, she narrowed her eyes. "You…you killed him, didn't you? I saw you. Your hand held a knife, and it was coated in something red. You…do you really think you can win over my heart that easily? Do you think I would just forget my onii-chan immediately?"

"Himeka, what are you saying? Calling me 'Kirika-shi'? I didn't kill nii-san! Are you all right? Do you have a fever?" Kirika extended a hand. "Let me feel your forehead."

"Don't touch me!" She slapped the hand away. "I will not have the hands of a murderer touch me, especially the one who killed the only who cared for me!"

"Himeka, please listen. I loved you too. Nii-san and I loved you equally. I didn't kill nii-san, Himeka. That morning, I was cooking remember? I was chopping up some meat to put in the bread. That's why the knife was red."

"You're lying," Himeka accused. "It's all lies. That's just like a dumb plea for 'not guilty' on the crime shows I've seen you and Kirio-chan watch."

"Himeka, please. I love you. You'll always be my little sister. I wasn't taking nii-san's place, I only wanted to make you feel more comfortable."

"But do you really think I would give up Kirio-chan's toys that easily? Do you really think I'd throw Hikari-chan and the rest away just like that? That's stupid."

Himeka took a breath. "Why am I even wasting my breath on you? Go. I don't want to see you ever, ever again, Karasuma Kirika!"

"Himeka…listen to me!"

"I SAID TO CALL ME RIKA!!"

She had finally lost it. Blindly, she lunged for the knife that had been brought on one of her food trays. "You foul, evil item," Himeka hissed. "How dare you do such a thing?" She brought the blade above her head, holding it high. "Sayonara!"

Ahh! The ring…it's hot…something must be happening…yes…I can feel it...the essence…it's melting into the ring…And yes! There's a second plating around it. Karasuma Kirika…haha!

She stared at the still body of her sister; the knife plunged deep into her breast. Himeka pulled the bloody thing out and wiped it on the blue velvet dress. She then proceeded to shove the doll onto the floor.

Like all porcelain things, she shattered. Pieces flew everywhere; her glass eyes exploded tragically, throwing sparkling dust all over her bedspread. Pieces of china crunched under her feet as Himeka stepped towards her sister for one last time.

She stood, still unnerved by the sight of death and lifeless pieces of doll. She then knelt down, and licked the blood on Kirika's fingers, smirking. "Stupid of you."

AND HIMEKA STRIKES.

Er. Sorry.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that chapter ^^

Thanks for reading, and I hope to see you again soon!

~Random-tan~