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And this will most likely have some detail missing...so don't hold it against me.
"Anyone who mocks my son's eye color will pay dearly."threatened Yoko.
"See,father does love you."said Anya,holding him in the bath.
Since their mother died of food poisoning,she was the primary caregiver.
Satoru worshiped his older sister.
She was the only one who seemed to always have a warm smile.
But nothing lasts forever...
A year later...
Satoru was barely mastering his ability to walk.
Anya(now six)was watching him.
When a large weapon pierced her chest.
She fell down,forever asleep.
"Damn!I was aiming for the kid!"said a bounty hunter.
Sapphire blue burned with malice."You..killed my beloved sister.."
Yoko returned to see a dead Anya.
Her killer had a similar fate.
"She didn't deserve to die.."Satoru whispered.
"You have to realize it's out of your hands,Satoru."
Satoru stared at his sister's grave in the pouring rain.
Refusing to go inside the cave where it was warm.
"He's taking it so hard."said Alma.
"We should cheer him up."
"She wouldn't you crying over her."said Alma.
"Why did she have to die?"
Alma had no answer for him.
"Come,let's go home."she offered.