Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Blood* ❯ Ayame ( Chapter 16 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

*Ayame*


I don’t know what’s going on. I have the number seven burned into my back. I’m going to die next year. No one else notices it. Well, there is one boy.


Tsukiyono Omi. He’s such a nice guy. He is like a brother to me. He is my brother. Okay, I already have an older brother. *Shutter*


I don’t really want to talk about him. But, I have to. So, here I go. My real brother’s name is Ozawa Taro. We own a pawn shop. Actually, it was out parents’, but they died when I was smaller. Now, it’s just him and me. Not so good…

Taro… well… he’s a guy. He is hot-blooded. Violent. Oversexed. Alcoholic. Not a good guy in short. I hate being around him. But, I’ve got no choice because of my situation. Awful, I know. But, I manage.


I find escape through school and Taro’s horror film collection. Both keep me from losing it. Yet, I’m so lonely. What I really wanted was a friend. Every day, I kept wishing for one. I finally got my wish, sort of.


I am happy to have met Phoenix and Omi. Phoenix goes to my school. We never crossed paths until mow. Why would I up until this point? I’m a year and grade older than her. We live in different parts of town. She’s American. She had her sister. See? Nothing in common. But now, we are under the same curse and we don’t know why.


Now, on to Omi. He comes from the high school. He works at a flower shop called Koneko no Sumu Ie. I’ve walked by it once or twice. Funny name. But, Omi’s really nice to me. Everything my brother isn’t: nice, sober, understanding, patient, and gentle. I don’t get it. Why couldn’t Omi have been my older brother instead of Taro? Why? I just can’t grasp that.


Oh well. I’ll have to manage what I have. I didn’t choose Taro. It’s all funny, really. He was never like this in the beginning. My brother used to be like Omi. After our parents died, well… I hate what he’s become. I want to try and get him back home to me. Now, I just don’t know what I want anymore. Plus, I’m going to die on the Fire Festival too. It just keeps weighing down on me.
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