Sisters
Chapter 1
She looked so beautiful, bathed in moonlight and blood.
During the weeks he had watched her, Light Christopher had learned that her skin wasn’t that white because she kept herself locked in her room all day; it was just naturally pale, and rebelled against every attempt she made to tan it. She was seventeen, four months shy of her eighteenth birthday and adulthood, and had run away from home half a year ago. She’d cut her black hair short three days ago, and it had saddened him greatly when he’d seen her walk out of the salon. Her eyes were not naturally light blue but dark brown, and only stayed that color through contacts.
She’d been young and beautiful, starting over in a new city, attempting to build a new life.
She hadn’t been Yami, though.
Against the strength of his Intelligent Device she’d crumbled, barely lasting a minute and a half. He’d known then that she wasn’t Yami; even as her strength faded, Yami had been able to match his movements, his strikes step for step. He couldn’t help it that he’d killed her; he’d just been so
disappointed.
He’d been so
sure this time. So
sure that this one, this time, would
be Yami.
His disappointment couldn’t be held back.
With a quiet sigh he wiped his free hand on his jeans before allowing his Intelligent Device to revert to its Standby Mode with only a quick beep to alert him to the change. Studying her for a moment, he shook his head and turned away.
“You keep evading me, Yami,” he murmured, sliding his hands into his pockets. “I always knew hide and seek was one of your favorite games, but I’m getting tired of looking.”
Briefly he scuffed his foot against the ground before walking out of the alley.
He left her body untouched except for the large, blood gash ripping down her chest. She wouldn’t be found until the sun rose.
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“Are you sure it’s smart to let the kid continue running wild like this?”
The question didn’t even faze Riku; ever since their leader had fallen five years ago, he’d grown accustomed to those still involved in the organization questioning his motives and actions. It wasn’t their fault, really; the years had made them used to Silver’s way of ruling, and they were still reeling from having him thrown in prison.
“I was the one who gave Christopher that Intelligent Device,” he replied calmly. “Even if he’s a little unstable, I wouldn’t have given it to him if I’d felt he was a true threat to us.”
The elderly member said nothing for a moment, shifting his bad leg to slightly adjust his weight better against his cane. “You’re too kind,” he muttered. “That boy is obsessed with his past.”
“His actions are keeping the mages off our back, so be grateful for that, if nothing else.” Riku frowned thoughtfully. “Besides, if we’re going to find who we’re looking for we need his fighting skills.”
“We could just as easily pull some strings, manipulate some of our members with a higher seat in society, to get that person.”
“That requires too much time and hinges too much on too many other people. What we’re doing now works.” Riku narrowed his eyes. “Physically she matches Yami’s description, so we’re looking for her
and still keeping the mages occupied.” He nodded to himself before looking up at the elder. “It works.”
After several minutes, the elder sighed.
“Silver wouldn’t have done it this way.”
At that, Riku closed his eyes.
“I’m not Silver.” He opened his eyes. “But we’ll get him back.”
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With a sigh, Takamachi Miyuki easily smacked the screeching alarm clock into submission, opening her eyes and blinking groggily. She yawned, rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, and started to sit up.
Only to be pulled back down into bed with a startled yelp and a muffled thud. She lay there for a moment, dazed, and waited for the pretty stars to stop circling around her head before she looked for the source of whatever had pulled her down. Pulling aside the blanket, she located it in no time.
Nanoha was securely latched to her middle, her arms tight around her waist and her cheek nestled against her stomach, having slept straight through the alarm. Miyuki blinked several times before she smirked. Gently, she rested her hand on Nanoha’s shoulder and shook her. “Nanoha,” she said. “Come on, wake up. Time to start the day.”
Nanoha mumbled an inarticulate reply and simply nuzzled closer, tightening her grip on Miyuki slightly. Miyuki swallowed the rising giggle; she’d forgotten how much of a sleepyhead Nanoha was. She shook a little harder. “Hey, Nanoha,” she said. “Up and at it, lazy. I’ve got to take you to Fate-chan’s.”
Another mumble and nuzzle, but otherwise Nanoha never even stirred. Miyuki raised a brow before an evil idea took root in her mind. Wiggling only slightly in Nanoha’s arms the black-haired girl slid down into her sister’s embrace, leaned down slightly, and gently blew against her neck, adding a playful nip just for the hell of it.
The reaction was instantaneous; Nanoha’s eyes snapped open and she yelped, shooting backwards in a blur of motion, and fell off the bed with a thud. Howling with laughter, Miyuki collapsed onto the bed as Nanoha poked her head back up, blushing brilliantly and glaring, one hand protectively gripping her neck. “Onee-chan!” she cried. “What was that for?!”
Wiping away her tears Miyuki sat up. “You weren’t waking up,” she replied. “I had to resort to drastic measures.” She studied her sister, amused. “You know, I used to do that to you when you were a kid and you never turned red.”
Nanoha simply glared; after a moment though, she sighed. “No fair,” she muttered, standing up. “I was having a nice dream, too.”
“I’m sure.” Amused by the whole situation, Miyuki rolled and easily sprang off the bed, being a natural morning person thanks to her training with Kyouya.
Nanoha snuck a look at the clock and groaned, running a hand through her hair as she stumbled after Miyuki, grabbing her sister’s arm as they walked into the kitchen, still half-asleep. “Why are we up so early again?” she asked.
“Because you like walking to school with Hayate-chan and Fate-chan, and Fate-chan’s house is closer to school than our apartment or Hayate-chan’s house.” Miyuki watched Nanoha yawn, gradually waking the more she moved around. “I need the extra time to drive you there, remember?”
Nanoha yawned again and released her grip on Miyuki’s arm, finally more than half-awake. “And I don’t let you drive me because…?”
“I don’t know, you like walking with them or something.” Loving her, Miyuki ran her hand through Nanoha’s hair before she set about to making breakfast. “Besides, driving you there is on my route to work anyway, so it’s a win-win either way.”
Nanoha dropped down into a seat by the table, watching Miyuki move through the kitchen as if it was the same kitchen they’d had back home. Nearly three months had passed since the sisters had left Earth and come to Mid-Childa. For Nanoha, the move had been expected of her and something she’d prepared for the moment she started middle school; it wasn’t until the very end that she’d started getting jitters.
Miyuki had come along to soothe those jitters and to help Nanoha adjust to life on a foreign planet; had been asked by Nanoha, actually, since she had no one in particular tying her to Earth. She’d settled in well enough, taking a job Lindy had thrown her way and building her own life with the path she’d chosen to take.
She didn’t
seem homesick; Nanoha liked to think she knew her sister well enough to tell if she was. She never saw anything lingering in Miyuki’s eyes, never saw her hesitate or falter in regards to Mid-Childa and living with her. She seemed to have settled well, and to a certain extent she even seemed to be enjoying it. She’d even been a rock of support when Nanoha had experienced an intense bout of homesickness weeks after moving to Mid-Childa, without ever showing any signs of it herself.
Nanoha frowned.
She wanted to believe Miyuki would tell her if she was homesick; wanted to believe, desperately, that Miyuki trusted her enough to lean on her, as her sister and as a friend and equal. She wanted to believe that if something was wrong, Miyuki would tell her.
She wanted very much to believe she could support Miyuki the way Miyuki had supported her.
Needed to, in a strange kind of way.
“Nanoha?”
Miyuki’s voice snapped her out of her reverie and she blinked. “Onee-chan? What’s wrong?”
Miyuki smiled easily. “You were watching me for quite awhile. Like what you see or something?” As Nanoha stuttered, she laughed. “Relax, I’m joking.”
Nanoha fought back the childish urge to growl at her and simply groaned.
“Onee-chan…”
“Sorry. Can’t help it.” Setting some food on the table, Miyuki paused to ruffle Nanoha’s hair before she sat down. “Someone’s got to play around with you, Nanoha. You don’t let Fate-chan or Hayate-chan do it.”
There’s a reason for that, Nanoha mused, and wisely chose to keep it to herself. After a moment, she cleared her throat. “Onee-chan?”
“Yeah?”
“If you were homesick… you’d tell me, right?”
Miyuki blinked, looking at Nanoha with surprise. “What brought this on?”
“Would you? I’m just curious.”
Miyuki studied her quietly for a few minutes before she smiled. “Of course I would,” she said. “I probably wouldn’t even be able to hide it from you.” To close the matter, she pushed a bowl under Nanoha’s nose. “Now come on, eat. Breakfast is getting cold, and we’re going to be late at this rate.”