Tomato's sister

Better left alone sometimes.

"You will not take me damn it!"

The voice echoed over the flat wasteland that went on for miles in every direction, and the own of the voice was a woman with black and red hair. Her hair was black on both the top and the ends, but the middle was a deep red color. She had lilac colored eyes, and fair skin. Around her neck was a headband with two symbols in it. The first was a swirl, almost like a whirlpool, while the other looked oddly like a leaf. The woman's outfit consisted of a black cloak that hung off her shoulders, but underneath that was a black shirt with metal plating here and there in rectangles. She had black pants that looked to be made in the same was as the shirt, with a pair of black open toed sandals.

Across from her was was a man who was in a black cloak with red clouds. He had a orange mask on in a spiral like way, and only one eyes hole. That single eye, however, was blood red, and had a weird black pupal.

The man tilted his head at "Who said I was going to take you?"

The woman didn't have time to contemplate that, as she felt a pain in her stomach. Looking down she saw a sword imbedded into her stomach. Turning to the side slightly, she was met with the red gaze of the man with the mask, a sword in his hand. Coughing up some blood, the red headed woman gave a pained laugh, as she said "You don't realize what have done."

The man pulled the sword out with one single pull, as he said "I believe I have just killed you. I don't see how you can laugh."

The woman laughed again as a response "Mother, aunt, sister. It doesn't matter what I am to her, but you have brought her wrath upon you no matter if I live or die."

Her vision started to fade as the masked man scoffed. Just as her vision was about to disappear completely a voice called out "Okasan!"

She wasn't able to see who it was, but she understood who it was. With a faint smile, she said "Live well... Natsumi..."

Her vision completely disappeared after that, to where she started to think back on her life.

The thing with people is that they're willing to believe anything. If it doesn't make sense, their mind twists the reality, and either makes it a story, or make it into something that does make sense. The few people who see things for what they really are, are considered Crazy, insane. Those people are locked away. They say it's for their own good, but is it really? The insane can't be cured is another speculation, is that true as well? No it isn't.

The human mind is wired to believe that if it isn't normal to you, it should be destroyed or rejected. Religion is the biggest cause of this. Atheists will tell you that there is no such thing as God, and that everything can be explained through science in one way or another. People who have a religion with a God, tell you that everything was created by a single being, or beings. Then what about people who believe in nothing? Those people who believe everything religion or not, is full of it? When I died, I didn't expect what I got.

Growing up, I was considered... Odd. I didn't think of anything as true, or real. I just did what I believed was morally right, not caring about the opinions of anyone. My parents, being Catholic, didn't much care about my thought process. They tried to change me, assimilate me into their society. I didn't bend or break.

When that didn't work, they sent me to military school. I got into trouble so many times for getting into fights to protect someone else. I got detention every day for three weeks due to the fights I got into with bullies. The teachers did not condone fighting, as they said, but they didn't do anything to the bullies either. Society was flawed in my view, and that didn't change no matter what the teachers tried filling into my head.

When I got into high-school, my grades were a steady B average. I didn't care about my grades all that much, but I figure If I wanted to get into any good occupation in the near future, I needed to have good grades. I wish I would have known how pointless it was in honesty. The reason for this was because my parents died in a car crash. I didn't know what to do after they died, but my Aunt and Uncle were my closest immediate family, and they both somehow thought this was my fault.