DWMA's New Girl

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

     A Haunting Memory

Mosome sat in a tree in the forest trying her hardest to listen in on Shadow and Lord Death's conversation, hating that Shadow had found a way to block her from his thoughts and she just flat out couldn't hear the Shinigami's thoughts. She'd been sitting there for an hour now, concentrating so hard on getting into Shadow's mind that she didn't even realize there was someone approaching her until he spoke up.

"Mosome?" Death's voice startled Mosome out of her thoughts and she almost fell off her branch, catching it with her leg at the last second so she was dangling directly nose-to-nose with Death, only, she was upside down and he was right side up.

He could have sworn that her face reddened just slightly when she realized who she was dangling before, and she quickly dropped to the ground, spinning during her fall so she landed on her feet perfectly. She then dusted the pieces of bark from her pants and looked at Death, "Yeah?"

She sensed his unnoticeable hint of a blush on his face rather than seeing it, and made a mental note to investigate that reaction.

He looked her in the eye and spoke, "What happened to your people exactly?"

The question caught Mosome off guard and she was suddenly plunged back into the most scaring day of her life. The sudden memories made her a bit light headed and she had to sit in order to keep from falling, and almost instantly Death regretted his question, "I- er. I didn't realize that it was such a difficult question, you don't have to ans-"

Mosome cut him off, "No, it's fine. I've explained it once, I can explain it again. You may want to sit down, it's a long story. But it'd be easier for me to explain it telepathically, so open your thoughts."

He nodded and sat down on a patch of grass, careful to avoid getting dirt on his perfectly symmetrical outfit, and he opened his thoughts for Mosome to enter his mind.

I was born with an identical twin sister. I was the eldest by about 4 minutes, but my parents favored her. They named her 'Kinyo', meaning 'sweet.' I was beaten daily by my father, and mother constantly tried to poison my food. But I never ate because somehow I knew what she was trying to do. My sister got everything I wanted, she got mother and fathers praise, their love, their blessings. She was allowed to leave the house, to be shown to the world. But me, I was confined to a room no bigger than a closet. No one knew I existed until the day my parents died.

It was the day I'd dared to go against mother and fathers rules, the day I finally made myself known to the world by escaping through a window and going to the play ground where the other kids my age were always at. My sister saw me first, and she grew fearful for my well-being. We both knew how father would react, but at that point, I didn't care. Something inside me had changed, I was more determined than ever to stand my ground.

When my father finally hunted me down, he dragged me home and beat me around like a rag doll. His inhuman strength and abilities were against me, I was pretty much dead before my body's natural defenses kicked in. I felt a powerful adrenaline rush, and before I knew it, I was staring down at my fathers lifeless body, smirking. Mother tried to beat me then, now horrified of what I was, and very soon she fell too.

Word of me reached my villages enemies, and they soon attacked in numbers greater than entire armies in an attempt to round up the 'demon child' that everyone called me. They slaughtered hundreds of innocent people in each raid, the ninjas of the village were often unable to take on as many of the enemies that they were faced with, and countless numbers of them were killed.

On the third raid, everyone was killed. Including my sister. They'd thought she was me, and they were horribly mistaken. I only escaped because of one person, and one person only- Hells Angel. I know her personally as Snow. Had she not taken a potentially lethal hit for me, I would never have escaped into the forest.I wouldn't be here today.

While Mosome had been telling the story, she had also incorporated her own memories of the bloodshed and the screams of people during the raids, as well as her sisters death, and the hit Snow took to save her.

Death had listened intently, and he thought for a moment before replying, I see... It was you they were after. I understand now, the raids weren't just for wiping out the village, they were actually searching for something... It makes sense now.

Mosome nodded, "Yeah. It's my fault they're gone. Snow seems to think its hers, but when it all comes down to it, I was the root of the problem."

He noticed a tiny, silver tear running down her cheek, and he took his handkerchief, and wiped it away gently, "The good news is: you survived, and you received life long friends in the process. Good will always triumph over evil. Just like time will always heal a memory."