Sickly

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No one's POV

The teenage boy slowly tried his best to open the door without accidentally damaging it even more, letting some fresh air, and sunlight in. "Close that damn door!" Yelled his mother.
They lived in a very dirty, and old small house. It could barely fit all 3. The teenage boy, names Gyutaro turned when he heard small coughs that didn't sound like his mother's. "Ume.?" The young male spoke while walking over to his younger sister, Ume.  He gently knelt down and touched his sister's forehead. "Your burning up.. You can't come with me to work.. stay here and rest.!" Small coughs were heard while he got up. He quickly made his way to get some water. "Be more quiet! And stop wasting our supplies on her! She won't make us any more money! She's just an extra mouth to feed!" 'Gosh.. I wish I could just leave our mother!' thought the young male. The male was worried for his sister and himself. He wanted to help his sister but he wasn't allowed too.

He left to go make some money, he was very worried for his sister. He wished he could help. He truly did. He didn't care if he had to kill his own mother to receive the medicine for his sister. Gyutaro tried to motivate himself to work, thinking about how much he could help his sister , he hoped she would live a peaceful and better life in the future. Maybe become an Oiran.. She is very beautiful after all. She would easily be employed.

The more Gyutaro thought about the life his sister could have, the harder he worked. He didn't care if he had to hurt people to get a raise. He needed more cash. For a better life. A better home. A better brother.

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