Prompt Number Three: Over The Rainbow
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I. Tough Luck
She was two.
He was six.
She was obliviously happy.
He was infuriatingly jealous.
It was unfair. Why did she get to be carried around? He had to walk.
Whenever she screamed and cried she was coddled. Whenever he screamed and cried he was scolded.
She was two.
He was six.
It was unfair.
And he hated her.
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II. Cookie Jar
She was five.
He was nine.
"Daddy, can I play in the garden?"
He didn't wait for the inevitable 'yes' to follow.
"Father," because Daddy wasn't how princes addressed kings, "may I skip my morning lessons?"
He didn't wait for the inevitable 'no' to follow.
She was five.
He was nine.
It was still unfair.
And he still hated her.
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III. Blood Ties Colored Pink
She was seven.
He was eleven.
"Onii-chan! Onii-chan!"
A ball of pink threw itself at his arms. The only reason he doesn't let go was because his father, his mother, his aunt, and his cousin Tomoyo, not to mention the rest of the palace staff, would kill him if he even thought about it.
Kill him painfully.
Kill him slowly.
Did he mention painfully?
So he doesn't let go.
"Onii-chan!"
She pulled at his hair when she didn't have his attention.
He glared at her.
"Onii-chan, Tomoyo taught me something! Look! Okay?"
He nodded reluctantly, a frown on his face. He was going to be late for his calligraphy lesson. And he was so blaming her.
"Onii-chan, I," he looked on curiously as she pointed to herself, "love," she tried to form a heart with both index fingers and thumbs (it ended up looking like a triangle, "YOU!" He thought he was going to go deaf when she shouted into his ear.
With that she gave him a tight hug that rumpled his clothes. She ended up pulling his hair harder when he accidentally loosened his grip on her.
He watched her, pink skirts swishing happily in the air, as she skipped to the garden, probably to find Tomoyo.
She was seven.
He was eleven.
It was okay.
And he thought she was okay.
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IV. Sweet Little Nightingale
She was twelve.
He was sixteen.
They sat together before the grand piano.
He plays his favorite song.
She sings his favorite song.
He misses a note.
She misses a note.
They laugh about it.
She was twelve.
He was sixteen.
It's nice. Very nice, in fact.
And he thought life without her would be boring.
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V. We've Arrived
She is sixteen.
He is twenty.
"Onii-chan!"
His hand hurts. Goodness, it hurts.
But damn, did he feel good.
"Look at my sister in the wrong way again and I'll—"
"—Onii-chan!"
She looks so embarrassed. (She thinks he's overprotective, short-tempered and violent).
He could feel nothing but smug. (He think she's annoying, clumsy and delicate).
She is sixteen.
He is twenty.
It's… life. Their life. Nothing more. Nothing less.
And he absolutely loved rendering her suitors unconscious.
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To be continued...?
