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I don't own anything related to Fate/stay night; this is a work of parody
Act One: Neglect
Gentle Everyday (Music) /2KysWTK5PrM
After we switched hotels, Fuji-nee went straight back to bed again.
She had been languid and mostly unresponsive all day, but that's not exactly different from usual.
Dad brought food from a restaurant, and we ate in the room. He said that it would be better not to be so public here, which I understood, I guess.
British food, well... it wasn't really all that great, to be honest. It lacked taste — at least all the flavors and spices I was used to.
I don't know... it lacked... something more than that, but I cannot say precisely what it is. I need to try more sorts of food before I can say. ...I didn't like the feeling of having someone else's food, I realized. It gave me a bad feeling. ...I miss cooking. I want to make it for others and see their smiles as they eat. Yes... that's my favorite part of the meal, and that's what was missing here.
After having the British 'bar food,' Fuji-nee pretty much passed out again, it was a bit thick for her tastes, and she was still recovering from the flight. ...I don't think there is a single human who can sleep more than her. So It was just Dad and me. He sat smoking next to the big window looking into the city, and talked to me about his experience with London.
I was silent, happy to hear the stories of a great man like him. I've always loved hearing them, and it felt even more incredible now that I could even see the place he pointed to.
Apparently, the big clock tower in the middle of London is also the Clock Tower... or at least one of the buildings there. I don't quite know why I never put that together. I don't know how to see magi now, Sakura is my friend, and Luvia wasn't so bad... but if both Mom and Dad say that magi are evil, then I'll have to accept that.
He talked about what he did when he was 'young and nimble.' As if he was that old now.
'You're not that old, right?' I wanted to say but didn't. I didn't even want to think about stuff like that. ...I didn't want to think about how he has changed these past years...
"The world is a big place, Shirou. Many interesting places are waiting for you out there." He had eyes like a kid's as he looked into the city light of the London night. He had told me so many stories of so many places.
"I'm going to go exploring as you did! Travel and see everything!" I declared.
He had a bitter smile, "Hah, it's a long path, Shirou... don't you like Japan?"
I didn't want to look like I was weak, but... "Well... Yeah... I like home." Fuyuki was my home. I wanted to stay there, but I also wanted to follow in his footsteps. I wasn't strong like Kiritsugu, who can travel all the world without effort.
"Travelling is a great thing but... Just... don't forget your home, Shirou."
"Of course, Dad. I'd never let the house go to waste." I could never let Kiritsugu's home go like that.
"Haha, thank you, Shirou." He smiled and yawned. I saw that he was more tired than I was.
We all slept, and a dreamless night awaited me.
The following two days were memorable ones, fragments that would remain memories for a long time.
Dad brought us all across town, always in the strangest ways. We took taxis, then stopped halfways and took another one. He guided us through alleyways as if we were ninjas.
Fuji-nee and I had a lot of fun with it, and we just figured that's how Dad was. He always seemed to be serious, though, so I tried to bury my enjoyment.
We went to museums of all sorts and just looked around. I was mostly just interested in people Liv ng their lives. People have a unique life to themselves, even though they live across the world from home and talk in a different language... I saw that now.
But it was only two days... Then Dad left us. I knew he was going to Germany from the beginning and that I couldn't come. I knew that... but still, I was frustrated that I couldn't do anything.
Dad left me with a job, though at the last second, which gave me a purpose.
As Dad was leaving, he took out a shiny black card and looked between the two of us.
Faced with the dilemma of either trusting a ten-year-old or a seventeen-year-old with his money, Dad sighed. "I'll be trusting that you know your limits. I don't see you like kids, you hear?" He gave over the card to Fuji-nee... putting a little trust in her.
She was drooling just looking at it. Then he laughed a little hysterically as if the curse of gold had started to afflict her, "... Haha... Thank you, Kiritsugu-san, you can trust me, of course, as usual! Hahaha" It was suspicious enough that he gave me a knowing look.
He leaned in down to me and whispered. "Look after her. You know what to do if she goes too far, don't you?" Yes... well... no, but I couldn't say that and look bad.
"Leave it to me, Dad," I whispered back. Another critical mission from Dad. 'I can do this... I hope...'
Looking in Fuji-nee's eyes, I see something that reflects poorly... It's as of she is not herself. I had already realized that leaving Fuyuki for her was like losing the blessing of the land... what else could that mean?
'I may have taken this too lightly...'
As soon as Dad was gone... I soon learned that my fears were justified.
"C'mon Shirou. You can do it!" Fuji-nee yelled in encouragement as I tried to manage fours bags full of new clothes into a taxi.
It was her new clothing, bought and paid for by Kiritsugu. 'I tried, Dad... I really did.' But once Fuji-nee saw the fashion district, it had been too late.
I thought letting her buy some new and fashionable clothes wouldn't be that bad, considering we were all the way to London. I thought letting her get it out of her system was the right decision... I was wrong.
She just bought the whole lot when she couldn't figure out which shirt had the best tiger stripes on it.
Yet... that was just the beginning. Saleswomen would push her around, using Fuji-nee's bad English to entrap her into buying more and more. The clothes piled; most of it was not even her size and not her style at all.
...I tried to intervene, but no one took a ten-year-old with questionable English seriously, and Fuji-nee had already been hypnotized by the promise that men would find her irresistible. That was her greatest weakness, after all...
Multiple times, Fuji-nee brought me to the changing room to get my opinions on how she looked. In the end, I made her stop through great effort and mental scarring to myself. The methods I was forced to employ are best left unmentioned.
But even stopping her then still meant that she had bought four bags worth of clothes. Have of it was goth, the other half had some sort of tiger stripe... 'It's... a total disaster...' Each penny spent on Dad's card was like a thorn stabbing my heart. I imagined his rage, his disappointment, and that was worse than anything.
Fuji-nee... was Fuji-nee... and so far away from home, she must be feeling like a cornered cat, not knowing what to do. So I know that it's my fault, I have to be a better little brother to her, I would take the blame, as I always do.
On the taxi back to the hotel, I made my move, "Fuji-nee, give me the card." I stared into her eyes with cold resolve. So resolved that I didn't even feel the burning that I usually get when I look at people too closely. She tried to battle back at me, but I wouldn't budge.
She broke and pouted. "...Fiiiine..." Fuji-nee has an unreliable resolve. Sometimes she is an unstoppable menace, and other times she cracks instantly.
"Didn't Dad invite you so you would on your English? Raiga Oji-san told me that if you don't show improvement that he would stop your allowance." I lied as easily as I breathed. If it's for the greater good, then lying is alright.
"G-Grandfather said that...?" Her face went white, and it seemed that what she had done today finally clicked in her mind.
"S-Shirou... you have to help me! I've made a horrible mistake!" She clung to me all the way to the hotel. I had her now.
She never listens until it's too late, and I don't see that ever changing. In the room, I had to help her study. I wasn't that much of a fan of studying, but if it was for Fuji-nee's sake, then I could take it.
Fuji-nee's English was... bad. She knew basically all the words and even the rules; it's just that she couldn't put it all together.
Dad's uncompromising style of teaching was the obvious reason that it turned out this way. When I joined in, I changed him, but by then, it was too late.
Now her knowledge is so jumbled in that tiger brain of hers that it can't be known as a real understanding of the language.
As the old Persian expression goes, 'One pound of learning requires ten pounds of common sense to apply it.' ...Why do I know that...? I shake my head and move on.
Fuji-nee's level of common sense goes without saying. Nothing can fix that, so the best I can do for her is to make her learn the hard way.
...The next few days were spent forcing Fuji-nee to speak only English to random people on the street and rewarding her with food and new clothes. Of course, the clothes were just the stuff she already bought, but I made them seem totally new.
To stop her rabid purchasing spree, I became her constant entertainer and controller, so it wasn't anything different from normal.
Fall (Music) /5Czk4dqHBXw
On the third day that Dad was away, I had a strange interaction.
Alone, I ventured out into the early evening streets of London. Fuji-nee went out to buy some food for us, and I was left alone in the room. For some reason, staring at the wall didn't feel right here, and the room was already clean, so I went outside. The hotel was big and was in a large and safe area, so I went out to look towards the tower.
It was the big tower that magi apparently went to. It was warm out, and many people were walking about... 'How many of these people are magi?' I wondered. I quickly became tired of looking around outside when I noticed something out of the ordinary.
That's when I saw her.
A bit further past the hotel, a little girl was alone. She couldn't be older than four. The girl was alone and looked like she was about to start crying. I watched over her silently, waiting for her parent or a policeman to come, but no one came. A minute or so was all I could bear before I intervened.
I can't just let someone be alone like this... and I noticed that I had been approaching her from the start without noticing it.
I came to a stop in front of her, and she looked up at me with suspicious eyes. She didn't seem frightened, though.
'C'mon, Shirou... you're the older one, so do something...!' I berated myself.
English on.
"(You are lost?)" I came closer and tried to keep her calm. "(You... good?)" Broken English is the best I can muster.
She looks up at me with her small beady eyes. "(Who are you? Where's Daddy...?)"
"(Emiya Shirou... err, I help you?)" I strained to find the words. I saw no reason to keep my name secret here, unlike with Luvia.
"(Y-You... are not a servant...?)"
"(Uhh, no?)" I answered.
She frowned and seemed to ignore what I said. "(Daddy left me all alone... you will help me.)" Her eyes were teared, but she commanded me as if it was a natural thing. "(Come, already...!)" She started holding onto my sleeve and pulling me.
She wasn't that strong, but I didn't want to fight with a little girl or leave her alone, so I was forced forward in her quest to find her father.
I now noticed her appearance, Long white hair set with a single braid on the left side held together by a fine golden ribbon. It was not as white as Mom's hair, though. Other than that, she wore a black and gold dress and a red scarf over her neck that made her look like some sort of little princess.
I could see at first glance that it was clothes of impeccable quality, and it gave off a feeling of being more than it appeared.
We walked for a time, but at a point, I stopped her; I had some questions, "(Hello, err... What is your... namae?)"
I was running out of the English expressions I knew. A name was something I knew that would be good to know.
"(I am Olga Marie Aminusphere... You will call me Marie!)" She pouted as if to be a little mad that I didn't already know that.
"(Uh, yes... Marie, very pretty.") I complimented her name, western names were always a bit weird to me, but they were pretty.
She had sad eyes, though, and nodded. "(Yes... pretty.)" A simple compliment seemed to make her sad, and her eyes began to water again. She turned away and kept pulling me around. She didn't want to stop and face her feelings.
We walked around, but eventually, she just stopped and looked like a lost puppy.
She had stopped running. Mom told me once that when you stop running, everything will catch up to you... but sometimes, you have to stop and take it all on head-on. If I can help this girl do that now, then I will.
Her hands had retreated to the scarf at her neck... she could walk no further. It's only natural... she had tears left to shed, so of course, she could not escape them.
There was no need for us to speak. Not that my English ability would carry me very far.
I could understand her at a more basic level. I knew her feelings. I could see she was a child in pain. A human who suffers is someone I understand.
She looks into my eyes, vulnerable. My eyes slightly burn as I take in her fears. She understands, too, that I am someone that can help her.
We form a sense of sympathy between us, on that only works between children like us. My eyes see her suffering.. but I know of no way to fix it.
But as I try to figure a way of helping her, someone unfamiliar comes and breaks the fragile connection.
A woman who runs to us, her appearance being only something described as a sort of maid.
"(Lady Marie, where have you been all this time? We have you to your... Well, it doesn't matter...)" The maid ignored me and spoke in fragments to the girl next to me.
The woman had a calm voice and knew Marie. I was about to give Marie a little push when Marie started making a fit. "(No! You always say that, but you always hide Daddy away from me!)" She started hiding behind my back... which I had learned fairly recently was a sign of bad luck.
In response to this, the maid-looking lady scowled at me. I was slightly satisfied that the girl trusted me enough to use me as a shield, even though it was something close to a tantrum.
The woman tried to speak kindly, "(Now, now... Come, Marie... Your Father is waiting for you... You want to see him, right?)" She had a soft voice, but her face made no change from a scowl. I could see through the woman at a glance... and it seemed that Marie had already experienced the same lies over and over.
"(You're lying.)" I said, a voice inside me that knew the words said them straight at her.
Her true face appeared as she regarded me, rather than the fake one she held for Marie. "(Stay out of this peasant boy, You should run along before I decide that you are the reason for Lady Marie being absent.)" She was whispering in a way that was loud to me but quiet to Marie. Through body language, Marie still seemed to understand that the woman was upset and moved even closer to me, which infuriated the maid further. "(What are you doing, boy! Get your filthy hands away from your better!)"
I didn't actually know what she was saying, but I didn't need to. I was looking down, not making eye contact. Not because I was intimidated by her, but because I didn't want to see her ugliness.
The emotion of hate carried a familiar taste, unmistakable in its bitterness. So there was no need even to look, as that taste swirled in me. Her words meant nothing to me, "(You look at me when I'm talking to you, boy!)"
Then she hit me across the cheek, and I was forced to regard her.
My head cleared, and a soft ringing started to pulse with the rhythm of my heart. A redness enveloped the world. Black poured out of her pores, the essence of her ugly nature.
Marie may be crying now, but I was somewhere else.
This wasn't like before, with Tohsaka. I didn't know why Tohsaka slapped me... but I knew why this woman did; she was hateful. Not anger or frustration, which are paths to both good and evil, no- this was hatred.
Hatred is dark red anger that never healed and became a festering wound, infected with the blackness of humanity's sin.
'Ugly, so ugly...'
Undescribable energy started to charge in my core. My eyes started to burn, and the hairs all along my body were up. My whole body clenches, and I do what I said I wouldn't: I embrace the sight that my eyes can give me If I just look closer.
I look at her ugliness head-on.
She was embarrassed: ashamed that she had hit a child. Yet also ashamed by how pleasurable it had felt to let out her frustrations on something she saw as defenseless. Now that she knew that by transferring her ugliness onto another, she could have a short reprieve from the suffering, she wouldn't be able to stop herself.
Perhaps even Marie, the girl she was paid to treat as a master, would not be left unscarred going forward.
I saw all this in her eyes... indeed, I see everything that she was... And I deem it ugly.
As Marie continued to hold on to me, I felt her pain as well. The pain of neglect and confusion as her father steadily receded from her life. Indeed, I see everything that she was, but I can not judge one so young as anything but a victim.
...If there are people who make everyone around them sad, what can be done about that? How can that be fixed so that people can be happy?
My fist tightened at the frustration. What can I do...?
...I had no answer myself, so It's natural that a soft yet comforting voice seemed to give one for me.
Why not just kill her?
I knew it was a horrible act, but thinking about it made me feel... something. It can't be wrong If it's that voice saying it.
A part of me felt itself let go. My body felt very far away. The woman looked at me with quizzical eyes, her initial shame was gone, and now she felt that something was off. Even Marie would know that the unnatural electricity in the air was a sign of trouble.
Those mundane people who were near left as well, staying clear just by instinct.
I held my hand out, but I had no weapon. Where is a weapon? I must have looked strange.
Then make one.
Ahh... I see. That was an option always available, wasn't it? There is no need to think. Just do what is natural.
"Trace o-" And just before I started down the path that could not be stopped, I was saved by an unlikely source.
"(Shirou! I've been looking all over for you!)"
The interjection cast all coldness out of my body.
The maid broke away from my glare and looked to the new presence, "(Woman, This is your son?)"
She was trying to hide her poor nature under a veil of professionalism, but Fuji-nee had the instincts of a tiger; she could tell friend from foe.
"(Haha, Yes, of course!)" Fuji-nee answered loudly. She had no clue what she was actually asked, so we would just nod her head and agree. Sometimes, you wonder if she really did know and was just faking everything, but that would be even weirder. "C'mon Shirou, let's eat... I'm hungry.)" Her good mood just made me feel worse.
The maid took the opportunity to try to take Marie once again.
"(Now come, Marie, your father is waiting for you. If you come now, then we'll just forget all about this, alright? You'd want that, right? You're a good girl, aren't you?)" Her sickeningly sweet voice was all that could mask the ugly mind within her. Of course, the woman wouldn't want it to be known that she had done something like slap someone in front of Marie, her charge.
But... Marie left my shadow and walked to her. She had no resolve to fight or anything like that. She was just a kid throwing a tantrum because of neglect. She did not know my help would go so far.
("Marie...") I clenched my teeth; I felt so... useless. My cheek hurt. She would return to her world.
And then she said the words I knew were coming, ones I could understand even through the barrier of incomprehensibility,
("Bye, Shirou...") The maid took her arm and softly guided her out of my sight.
I stood still. I didn't have the resolve to put an end to it, so all I can do is watch as a voiceless observer as she will walk and return her lonely path. I do not save her.
'If she cries out of my sight... then does it matter?' Of course, it does. It's just... I do not have power. Never have I wanted to be an adult more, tall and with big muscles and great magic, just like Dad.
After that, I blacked out for a little while and found myself back in the room, eating cheap takeout food with Fuji-nee. It's tasteless in my mouth.
I am blank.
'Is there someone I can help, then?' A difficult path to take is better than none at all.
A face came into my mind... The eyes of a dead fish with a red ribbon holding her violet hair together.
'Sakura... What is it I can do for you?' Why do you spy on me? What makes it so hard for you to smile the right way? ...No one is allowed not to smile but me.
That's the goal then: give her a reason to smile. Save her from whatever it is that takes it from her.
...But... for the first time, I doubt.
I doubt myself to the core, 'Can people change? How do you stop evil? What is love?' How do you make someone happy?
Murder
That answer is all I hear, but it feels wrong. It has to be... so without any way in my mind; I have no basis to believe.
I doubt miracles... but to do so is to doubt my own life, as I am the result of Dad's miracle. I feel myself slipping as if I were slowly walking into oncoming traffic and can't find a way to stop myself.
(Music Stop)
That night, even Fuji-nee's antics didn't rouse me from my thoughts. I drown myself in the dream of saving someone.
The last days in London before meeting Kiritsugu at the airport and going home were spent thinking. I continued to push Fuji-nee to improve, but I was distracted...
But for some reason, as soon as I stopped trying so hard, she started being pretty responsible...
I left her alone; I needed some way to calm down. With cleaning, cooking, and staring at the wall, not feeling the same to me here... I did the only thing left...
I took a walk. It was long, but not very important... all I want really was to become too tired to think anymore.. which did happen. I felt better and promptly fell asleep in the corner of someplace. A door was nearby, and it made me feel safe.
I know it's a bad habit to fall asleep like this... but It's something I've picked up after falling asleep so often outside. There's nothing to it, as no in was there to watch me, I fell to my own inclinations.
I want to dream. Even if it is of that red day, I at least wanted something to change.
Deep Slumber (Music) /bqWDDNFVn48
...My wish is eventually granted. A powerful color fills my eyes, one not red... but green.
I dream of green land. A beautiful world that goes on past the horizon. It is the perfect world, exuding peace just by seeing it. It is the world uninhabited by human sin.
It was unimaginably far away, and it remains fixed as ever-distant no matter how I ran towards it.
It is but a flicker on the horizon, but that is even a miracle unto itself that it shows itself in any way.
It is there not to be reached, but as if to say, 'Your path does have an end.' One day the door will open.
But dreams exist to be forgotten... and this is no exception. Although it may have been seen, it will not be remembered...
That isn't cruel. In fact, it feels as if I am gently pushed along... 'Doubt is a natural thing, but do not bask in it too long.' A voiceless message of hope reaches me from beyond. To stop is to deny that I can go on... so I won't stop here. I will run and run until the day I can gaze upon that world once again but from the inside rather than the out.
...I can continue now and thank you...
I wake up with an energetic start. I don't remember my dream, but it must have been good if I feel like this... 'I've never had a good dream before, too bad I didn't know what it was.'
As I make it back to the hotel, I promise that I'll never stop dreaming, even if I'm not sure what it is I'm supposed to be dreaming for.
I make it back fine, even as Fuji-nee fretted about the possibility I was kidnapped or something. But she seems to stop once she sees me in a good mood.
'I'm fine now, Fuji-nee.' I may not know how to reach a miracle, but I will never again doubt that it exists.
We pack our bags and make our way to the airport. Farewell, London...
Track One (Music) /ZhcLmWHlD_g
I made it back to London in time to meet up with Shirou and Taiga-chan. The visit to Germany... was a failure... but that goes without saying, there was no chance in the first place.
I clenched my teeth into a smile and pushed myself forwards. Even though I knew that to leave now was to lose any and all chance of ever reaching that castle in the snow... not that I have much of any chance now either.
I watch the children to numb myself. I am long used to the bitter taste of disappointment. The only remedy is to lose yourself.
Shirou seemed to have had fun. He was content playing chaperone with Taiga-chan. Taiga-chan was happy to do that; she looked at Shirou almost like a mother sometimes. More accurately, an older sister... They really are good for the other. I hope they found some worth out of all that money I had stored over the years. I had no use for it myself.
I'm tired in all ways. I was before I had even come here.
So on the plane ride home, I have no more capacity to lie anymore.
"...That was my last trip, Shirou." My exhausted words hang in the air. I tried to say them in a positive manner... but even that fails. If only I hadn't told him what there was to gain...
"..." he looks down and shakes his head, confusion on his face. "But what about Onee-san?" He says innocently. Sometimes innocence can be more biting than any insult.
"...Hah..." I try to smile... but it doesn't quite work. I just end up closing my eyes and sighing... it's hard.
Why did I tell him about her...? Why am I bring him closer and closer to what I am? Why push all this on him?
'...Because you were selfish.' A dark whisper responds.
More regrets pile onto me. 'As if I need more than I already had...'
He wanted to know, and I wanted to give him something... Is that something wrong? Shirou was the only good piece of luck I was ever given... I need to keep him safe...
It's just that sometimes I feel like a cloud of shadow is slowly enveloping not only me but him as well.
'So much to be done... and no way of doing it...'
They say that you haven't truly lost until you've given up... it's a nice sentiment, but if you can't physically do it, then that's it. I am alone. I require a level of support that no one would ever give.
The truth is the closest I ever got to make it to that winter palace where she waited for me was the first time, and I didn't even make it to the barrier... every time after was only worse. I know I never had a chance. In hindsight, I went with the intention of returning, so I could never make it to a place where I would certainly die. But that wouldn't be a victory; leaving her alone is an eternal defeat.
Because I love her... I just wish she could know that. I left her and wasn't able to return.
When you become an adult, you realize that your dreams will never come run without stopping. That's what I always did, leaving everything behind in my wake.
But I can't run anymore. I am helpless now; this biting curse in me is invisible cancer. Incurable by all methods of healing. I'm crumbling from the inside out, so what do I have left?
What promise have I yet to break, if any?
...I look to my left. There is one.
'I'll ask you directly. Which would you prefer? To go to an orphanage or to be adopted by this man you've never seen before?' My greatest moment still stands.
The boy sleeps soundly there. His head rests on Taiga's shoulder and hers on his, using each other as a pillow of sorts.
'...It will have to due.' I sigh...
I killed, I committed evil acts... I was disliked by most that knew me. I burnt all my bridges and was never able enough to change anything.
'Who is left to help me now?' ...The answer is nobody. I killed all those who would: the faithful wife, the powerful mother, and even the obsessive father.
The weak tug at my sleeve is my true answer.
'Forgive your weak father, Ilya...' I fall asleep, not caring even to watch the plane anymore. I am not free even in my dreams, but that small hand brings some solace.
Die Lorelei (Music) /78EKF80QhGo
And for the girl left to rot in her castle of snow, what of her? Could she take solace in anything? No, your pitiful attempts to save her do not reach.
In that castle of snow, the daughter of winter waits. Surrounded: the cold bites into her from every direction. She waits for a promise that doesn't come.
Alone, she asks over and over the same question: 'When will you come home? When will you return? That's... not a lie... is it?' The rooms are all silent.
No messages, no happy truths; No warmth or love. Just a cold wind that refuses to stop its biting torture, bringing only lies; cold, cold lies that promise to warm her up. 'He hates us. He hates you. He killed her. He betrayed us. We should have never trusted him. She is dead, and he is alive. He is not welcome back. He wants to kill you.' They responded the same way over and over, nothing more than automatons.
She couldn't accept it, 'why would he lie to me?' She would not believe, because she only trusts the voice of two people: Mommy and Daddy. But... 'Where are you?' neither of them showed up. The memory of that dream haunted her; why was Mommy a cup? And how come Daddy destroyed it? Seven lumps grew, and out of it, a boy was born... She wanted to forget it and treat it as a lie... but she couldn't.
All she had was her belief to keep her last vestige of warmth safe, the warmth of her slowly dying hope.
She believed for a time, a really long time, in her eyes. She held out... just long enough for her youthful heart to be put on the line. She bet all that she was that he would come today, or tomorrow or maybe next week. She held the hope that if she could just keep her heart strong and believe that her wish would surely come true, someone would come back.
Years passed, and she continued to hold on.
She held out for so long, but even a heart of steel will eventually crack under the strain of the cold. It was a final merciless truth that would finally shatter her innocent heart forever.
'It seems that the man has moved on from us. He has adopted a son. They appear to be enjoying themselves in Japan.' Grandfather said as an afterthought in his unemotional voice.
She didn't know why she couldn't see it as a lie anymore, but it was that way. The promise finally disintegrated, so... she no longer believed.
A broken promise is a lie, and someone that tells a lie is a... 'liar.' That was the crime, and that's why she's so cold.
With the blanket of belief no longer protecting her, she turned to the only other thing that promised to keep her warm. 'I will end you... Daddy and... Onii-chan! Surely, surely, as you live your happy and perfect life, I will see that it burns.' Hatred would be her only hearth... Indeed, even the partially inhuman were still afflicted with the same ugliness and misfortune of mankind.
...If only she knew how loved she truly was, but in that prison of snow, no sentiment reached her except the hate she created herself.
Author's Notes:
Little Olga Marie was my random character. Just a small and random connection that I thought was a little funny. What it means we can only find out over time...
Thats's it for the exposition. Of course, new characters will show up but probably not until act one is wrapped up. Slice of life will also be killed off for a while.
The next chapter is the first of 'rising action,' heads will roll... so to speak, of course. Haha, you'll just have to wait and see...
I just finished Umineko and am still decompressing from that, so if you have read that, then you will probably see the influence it has had on my writing.
I haven't gotten around to looking at the Tsukihime remake, but I'll get at it eventually. I can read Japanese (slowly), but of course, English is much easier. I'm mostly trying to ignore it to numb my pain on not having the time. Until I do get to read it, I will bury that pain deep in myself and take it out on Shirou.
I'll definitely have some Tsukihime characters show at some point, but that's pretty far off.
School is starting back up tomorrow, so we shall see how that influences my time. You should expect slower updates, but you never really know.
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