Broken
...Twenty-first Part: Amelia Ogata...
"Stop moving, you big oaf!" I scolded him, placing my hand on top of his graying head and pushing it back down into the cover of the brush again. My brother really got on my nerves sometimes. Like many duos, he was the brawn and I was the brain. You would think that, being about a dozen years older than me, he'd be the smarter one. As if. "Stay here. And for the love of God, Hotarou, stay still!"
I stood up, brushing grass off of my new stolen skirt and picking a half-decayed leaf out of my hair. Now that my face and name were well known, I would have to go about my business differently. I used to lock myself in with them, playing about with their fear like a favorite doll. And eventually, with my perverted freak brother's help, I could pry them open. If I said the right things, acted the right way, I could break them. I could almost hear the crash as I thought about it – like delicate glass, thrown to the floor with a breath-catching shatter. I would listen to them scream and cry and beg when my brother had his turn with our toys.
Just pull the string a couple more times... "Help me... Help me..."
But I couldn't do such things anymore. I had no home, and therefore no basement, and thus also no rooms. This made me angry.
Straightening out my face pleasantly, I approached a woman with short yellow hair, who had stopped to look at a map she was holding. Folding my hands behind my back and tilting my head to the side rather innocently, I asked her, "May I help you with anything, miss?"
She looked startled for a moment. "Oh, hi," she said. "I was... uh... looking for... the post office."
What an odd place to be going in the middle of the night. I noticed the crisp little white envelope she was holding in her hand beneath the map. At least she was telling the truth, I noted, slightly confused.
"What is your name?" I wondered.
"Uhm... It's Kiisho. So... can you direct me to the post office? ...I'm kind of new around here."
I felt a smile spread across my face. Kiisho, my dear, you have just told me a very nice piece of information. I pointed down the street. "It's right down that way," I informed her. "You can't miss it."
"Oh. Thanks!" Kiisho's face lit up, and she began walking. I made a quick gesture with my hand for Hotarou to come over to me.
When he did, I flexed my fingers excitedly, fussing absently with my skirt. "She doesn't know who we are!" I whispered. "So I need you to follow her," I explained. "But be very quiet! I'll find someplace we can keep her and meet you at the fountain, alright?"
Hotarou nodded.
"Good." My smirk was triumphant and there was surely danger in my eyes. I watched as Hotarou lumbered off, and when he was out of sight, I ran in another direction, in search of a building uninhabited.