by Hopeflower » Sat Aug 23, 2008 1:37 am
Gloved fingers flexed as Yoruichi entered the house nervously, looking around warily. She could feel herself losing herself in memory, and she pressed a hand to her forehead to ease the dull ache that was beginning to pound at her skull.
A nine-year-old Yoruichi was running towards a young woman, who looked almost exactly like her, except for the fact that her hair was golden and her eyes were chocolate brown. "Mom!" the younger Yoruichi called, stretching out her arms to hug the woman. The blonde female turned, her eyes shining happily as she embraced her daughter. "Yoruichi..." she whispered, stroking the child's long black locks lovingly. Not at all like the way Yoruichi's father would strike her, yell at her. Yoruichi felt a quiver of delight at knowing someone loved her.
The memory changed, forcing Yoruichi to use her other hand to brace herself against a wall, the sudden rush of memories making her slightly dizzy.
Yoruichi was now thirteen years old. She was kneeling on the floor, her eyes wide and staring--a glowing, vivid green. Her wings were lying limply at her sides, the ivory talons gleaming cruelly. In her hands was a gun that her father had turned on her the moment she let a flicker of her powers show. In a drunken rage, he had pulled the gun out of a drawer and aimed it at her forehead. She wasn't entirely sure what had happened, but now the gun was in her hands. And her father was lying dead, a bullet hole in his chest and a huge gash on his cheek, not ten feet from her. "Yoruichi," a soft voice whispered. The teen turned, her eyes fading back to red, but her wings not disappearing. One of her old friends, a boy named Raito, stepped towards her. A moment later, she was sobbing into his chest, and he was holding her comfortingly. "It's not your fault," Raito whispered. "It's mine. I'm sorry, Yoruichi..."
Yoruichi began to recover from the flashbacks, shaking slightly. She attempted to control herself. Her mother...her father...her friend...they were all dead because of her. And many more had nearly died because she was so...so...weak. So pathetic. She could barely fight...she'd been taught through abuse that to talk back, to fight back, was wrong. And now everyone she knew was suffering because of her mistakes.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown