Misora

Chapter 15

Misora walked around the hallways, staring at each of the colorful painting. Her hands were behind her, her body swaying side by side.

Her footsteps echoed through the quiet hallway. Her legs stops moving, she was in front of a huge painting above her. Her hands went to her hands, her eyes softens.

"Misora!" A voice calls for her across the alley. Misora faces to the voice, it was Vincent running towards her. Misora lips form into a smile.

"Vincent," Her voice said gently, as Vincent ran up to her. He held on his knees to support his breathing. Then raises his body up, pushing his glasses up.

"H-hey!" He waves to her, he soon realized what he did and quickly hid his hand. Misora laughs a little and waves back. "Hi, did you need something?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

"No, not really."

His eyes made eye contact with Misora, his cheeks turn pink and he looked at a huge painting.

The huge painting was a family portrait. Vincent focuses on the faces, he saw Eric, Kyouko. Eric was holding an infant that looked exactly like Misora and right beside her was a younger boy, he looked around in his teens.

"Who is that? Is he your brother? If he is, I haven't met him yet." Vincent says, staring at silver blonde hair, he had brown eyes just like Kyouko. His skin was pale, but not as pale as Misora. He had a mole underneath his right eye.

"Yes, that's my older brother. His name was Laurence." Misora says.

"Was?" Vincent asked, he stared at Misora confused. "He's dead." Misora said. There was a small pause, "Misora, I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't. Vincent, it's okay."

Vincent didn't say a word, he felt bad.

"I was only 7 when he died. He was 16, he could've been 25 years old." Misora said sadly, she held her arms together, letting a sigh.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to him?" Vincent asked, "Only if you want."

Vincent turns his body towards her, Misora nods.

"Laurence was a warrior like my mother, he enjoyed saving and helping people. Back then, my mother was calming. Never strict, always out going. But then, my mother had to go on a dangerous mission. Fighting creatures and monsters. Laurence wanted to help my mom, and she agreed. They both went out, and as they came back. Laurence wasn't by her side."

Misora eyes became blurry, she hasn't noticed her eyes were watery. Vincent finger wipes away Misora's tear.

"My mother said that the creatures clawed him open. His guts were all over my mother. After that, she became strict. She made me do so many things to make me stronger, took lessons everyday. Fought once in awhile. Father tells me she's just worried for me." Misora finishes her story, she quickly wipes her tears away.

Then brushes her dress up, she coughs a little before speaking. "It happened awhile ago, it doesn't matter now."

Misora turns away from the painting, "Misora," He says, walking towards her slowly. "I miss him a lot," Misora arms wrapped around Vincent neck. He held her close. "He was always there when my parents weren't, and now I have no one else."

"You have me," Vincent tells her, "Not for long,"

As they held on to each other, behind them was a candle. It wasn't lit on, a wind blew gently on the candle. Suddenly, a fire spin around the candle, letting the top on fire.