Marionette

Oceans, Chapter Forty Three - Yukariko

[A/N: This chapter isn't for the faint-hearted. Just thought I'd let you know ahead of time.]

Swirls of grey danced in the skies above, a churning pit of turbulence held in the sky.

Storm clouds brewed, moving much faster than she was used to.

And yet nobody noticed.

If the skies were considered a mirror to the events of the world below, then maybe she wouldn't have taken everything so lightly.

It was a stormy day on the 3rd of June, and yet there was nothing that could bring her spirits down. A song sounded from a childs lips, a soft song far beyond the years of a child so young.

It was the way of things when one had to grow up much faster than the body would ever reflect.

Today was a good day, it was going to be a great day.

Amaya was going to do her best to make sure of this.

Her father said it was okay for her mother to leave the island for a day, so it had to be a good day.

It was the first day in weeks that her mother had been able to leave the basement, and the first day in months that the beautiful woman had not woken up screaming in the middle of the night.

Amaya had no idea why her mother had to spend so much time in her fathers basement in the huge building, only that the man said it was to try and help her.

According to father, her mother was very sick, and she had to spend a lot of time in a special pool of water to try and help her. But to Amaya, it just looked like Mama was getting worse every day she was in her fathers basement.

The foreign lady called Geneviere could never tell her why, either. She just shook her head, saying she should go play with her siblings instead of worrying about Mama.

It was always like she was fretting over something whenever she'd say that, like she didn't know how long they'd be able to play, anymore.

Geneviere was a beautiful woman, with a soft, rounded face, freckles dusting her nose and cheeks, long reddish ginger hair in lots of waves and green eyes. She always wore a long white coat like, always with a clipboard and paper with her, too. She was always the person that came out of that basement every meal, and she seemed to spend so much time with Amaya, she knew more about the lady from England than she did her own mother these days.

But her mother hadn't been very well for quite a long time. Not since her siblings had arrived in the world, passed to her mother by Geneviere herself with an apology conveyed with haunted eyes.

That was the first time she'd seen her mother look so heartbroken.

And it certainly wasn't the last, either.

Amaya remembered the look on her mothers face that day, more than anything else from that time. She didn't remember what her siblings looked like when they were given to her mother to raise, nor could she remember the specifics of why she had two siblings that didn't look anything like her mother.

Apart from that look, she remembered the way that the woman's condition deteriorated quickly immediately following the time where she'd been revived from drowning.

Her condition deteriorated more and more every day, after all.

The wind picked up as the boat reached the port, and thunder rolled in the far off distance.

Amaya had no clue where they were, only that it was a city that wasn't anywhere in Okinawa.

It took them hours on the boat to get here, and nobody had told Amaya anything, after all.